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.
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