Okay, got to get something else on my mind, because right now I'm just all a-twitter. In a bad way as well as a good way. I'm horny as hell right now for whatever reason, and also worried as hell. So maybe if I get around to something I haven't been good about, I'll feel less worried and... more horny, so maybe that's not a solution to all my problems. Ah well.
Here's a question I got some time ago, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to it sooner. Lost in the inbox, I guess you could say.
"Have you got any stories about when you were younger and maybe saw your parents at it, wishing you could join in and feel your dad filling you up with his hot seed?" - Pete Fe
I actually remember the first time I really knew I wanted my Dad's cock inside me. I mean knew, not sort of maybe kind of.
When my parents introduced the kids to sex, Sheri and Mari took to it right away. Mike was probably too young to know what was going on, really. I was right on the cusp, I guess, because while I was fascinated by it, and I wanted to try it, I was a little intimidated by it too. So I spent a while being nervous. Not nervous like, "Oh god, Dad's going to rape me," but nervous like you get before a big day which you're going to enjoy, but you've still got butterflies.
To be honest, the first guy I ever wanted to fuck was my brother, mostly because he knew less about it than I did, and I was the kid who always had to be the best at things. Not competitive, because I wouldn't compete unless I knew I would win. I was developmentally a bit slower for things like reading and writing and even walking and talking, but once I started doing something, I did it really well. I didn't really talk at all, and then one day I started talking like a tiny adult. It freaked some of my parents' friends out that I could talk with them like that. And I never really went through a phase of walking and falling down. One day, I just up and walked, and didn't fall down at all. I didn't hold on to things, I just got up one day when I was ready and walked.
I'm not saying this because I'm better or a prodigy or a genius. If anything, I did everything later, because I was afraid of failure I guess. Still am, a bit. Well, maybe more than a bit. But you aren't interested in a therapy session. Mari has always been precocious, but she's pretty unadventurous in many ways. Sheri is precocious in some respects, and she'll try anything once. I mean anything. And she's not afraid of consequences or failure. So obviously she was going to be the youngest to lose her virginity.
I practice secretly. I get good at things without people knowing, so I can just spring it on them all at once. So I guess I wanted to fuck Mike because he wouldn't let anyone know, and I could get good with him and be better and older than him. But I knew that wasn't going to happen, so I was nervous. Of course, after Mike and I started, we really did use each other as practice. I've done a lot of things first with Mike, and he with me.
But anyway, my parents wanted us comfortable around sex, and I imagine they probably liked being watched, or at least didn't want to have to go off to their room to make love, so they'd let us watch them whenever we wanted. Please don't judge my family; we're not normal, I'll give you that.
So I was interested, and wanted to watch a lot, because I wanted to figure out how to get good at it so I could be the best, just like everything else. I practiced fingering myself, making sure not to pop myself by accident. And I watched as Dad fucked Mom, in all sorts of positions. They would let me climb up on the bed with them, and sometimes I would touch the cum if Dad pulled out and came on Mom's belly or tits or face. I had my first taste of cum, secretly, by taking some of it with my finger and putting it in my mouth.
Sheri didn't want to watch too often because it just made her horny, and she was wound up enough as it was. Mari watched for a while, but then she either got bored or wanted some girl action. She was a lesbian very early, was our Mari. She certainly didn't mind fooling around with me or Sheri, or giving us pointers on how best to pleasure ourselves. Mike watched sometimes, mostly because my parents wanted to watch him while they were fucking, so they'd bring him in the bedroom or in the basement when they went.
We weren't strangers to being naked. Like I've said, we were all naked most of the time. Once you were old enough to go to the bathroom by yourself, the diaper came off and you pretty much didn't have to wear anything around the house or in the back yard. If you were young enough, you could even get away with running around naked at the beach or other places, but Mom and Dad put a stop to that after Sheri became a bit too adventurously naked for their tastes.
Anyway, all this background was leading up to the first time I really knew that I wanted my Daddy inside me. I mean, I wanted him inside me before this, but it was always a bit tentative, like I was afraid that he would be better than I was, or that he would think I wasn't as good as the other girls.
I was sitting on the bed beside my parents, who were slowly making love, possibly missionary, I don't remember. Dad was commenting on how much I seemed to enjoy watching, and maybe he and Mom should think about renting a porno so they could get some alone time. He was joking, mostly. I knew what porn was, and had even seen snatches of it, but it wasn't something I'd ever really watched. I figured it was probably less exciting than being in the same room with my loving parents having sex (and I was pretty much right, although I do love me some porn).
Mom just laughed and told him to get his mind off porn and back to giving her hard cock. I really love it when my parents talk dirty. They don't do it often, but they do it sometimes, and especially when I was young it really thrilled me. I must admit, I put my hand on my pussy when Mom said that.
Dad noticed after a while that I was playing with myself while watching, and he grinned and turned a little so I could see his cock going into Mom better. And it seemed to make him aroused, watching his little daughter masturbate, because he sped up a little. Then he pulled out and Mom was on her back, and I figured he was going to cum on her so I could touch it. But he bent down and whispered to Mom, and she laughed and nodded, and he motioned me over and said, "Lexi, do you want to make Daddy cum on Mommy?"
Of course I did. I wanted to touch his cock. Hell, I was almost so horny at that point that I had forgotten my nervousness, and I would have let Dad fuck me right there, without worrying about whether I was the best. Almost. But I put out a hand nervously, because I was sure I wasn't going to arouse him, that somehow if I touched him I'd fuck it up and he'd go soft and Mom would look at me... yeah, I was being neurotic.
In fact, when I touched his cock, I loved it, and he seemed to love it too. And basically, at that point, I realized that I would always be Dad's special girl, the best, even if I wasn't the best. And I stroked him, probably really badly in retrospect, but he didn't seem to care. It wasn't the first time I'd touched his cock; he let us all touch him when he was explaining sex to us, and Mom let us touch her. But this was the first time I really felt like I was making Dad happy by touching him.
He stiffened, and his breathing got shallow, and I was hoping he would tell me to open my mouth and cum in it, or maybe cum all over me. But instead he grunted for me to point his cock at Mom's belly, and keep stroking, and I did, and he poured a bucket of spunk out onto Mom. It splashed up over her breasts too, because I couldn't aim that well. But I felt the pulses and the spunk surging out, and I kept stroking until Dad told me to stop.
My parents didn't even seem to care that I took a dollop of cream on my finger and licked it off, then hopped up and went back to my room.
That was the first time I really wanted Dad, no matter what. At that point, I really wanted him to cum in my mouth, because I was really taken with that. I wondered if I could get him to do it before I actually was ready, because it didn't really count, did it? But I never got him to. After Sheri's business, he became a little less willing even to let any of us girls do sexual things. I mean, he still let us watch, or play with each other, but we were given to understand that doing things before we were ready was a no-no.
Later, of course, after Dad popped Mari her first time and he pulled out and came on her body, I realized that what I really wanted was for Dad to cum inside me my first time. I'd never had cum, or much of anything else, inside me. I tried some water, but I was afraid I would accidentally break my hymen, so I didn't get much out of it. Plus water's not the same thing. But after that, I always tried to get Dad to cum on Mom, or Mari, or Sheri once he had her the first time, rather than inside them.
I don't think he was expecting to cum inside me my first time, but I worked on him more and more, and then, when the day came, I was the only of his daughters he came inside on her first time. So I'm special. Nyah. Sorry, bit of my sibling rivalry coming out there. Maybe I was last, and maybe I wasn't the youngest, and maybe Dad didn't break the rules with me, but he came inside me.
Anyway, hope everyone liked that story. I've got to find some way to get rid of this tickle in my belly.
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