Alone Again Naturally

My parents went off to the beach. I wasn't really invited, and I didn't really want to go anyway. Not that the beach is so bad, although see my previous post about beaches. But it's nice for them to get away for a while. And I've got some work to do. Anyway, here I am, all alone.

I'm not putting out an APB for stalkers or B and E artists, though. I've invited Sveta over today and probably she'll stay until tomorrow. Then I'm in negotiations with Kate about going to dinner at her house. And who knows what else might happen. I'm psyched about Sveta, because this time there won't be any danger of her bumping into my dad. And she needs some love, because James is a prick. Yes, I'm taking her side. Until I see otherwise, I'm going to call him a prick. He had me and a sweet little girl both to himself, and he had to get greedy. Plus now that we're pissed off at him, there's no chance of me getting any anal from him. Which is making my ass lonely.

I'm thinking of educating Sveta in the fine art of strap-ons, possibly some double dildo action too. Maybe she'll fuck my ass. What am I saying maybe for. I'll get her to fuck my ass. And I'll fuck hers. I'll be using the double dil, but she can start out trying out the strap-on. And yes, before you ask, I do have some liquor, but I'm not getting her drunk. I have a movie, I have some food, I have some liquor, I have toys, it'll be a wild time. Of course, because I'm ancient, I'll probably fall asleep at 9 pm. But maybe not. I'll just have to keep my excitement level high. I have more than one movie; I've got some porn too. We'll see how it goes.

No, I will not be posting as it happens. She doesn't know about the blog, and I'm not going to tell her. Maybe later, but not this early in the relationship. She could find out things I don't want her to know, for one thing. So if I post, it will be unscheduled.

But enough of what's going to happen. My parents left this morning, bright and early, which looked like it was killing my mom, who isn't a bright and early type these days. But it meant that, since I was up and Dad was up, we could have a farewell romp to tide me over until they get back. So we went to the shower, as usual, and I bent over the side and he got behind me and slowly eased his monster into my tight little daughter cunny. He was hard as a rock inside me, and every time he speared me, he nudged various sensitive spots inside, so I came quickly. There's nothing like an orgasm to wake up with.

That cleared the cobwebs, and I savored the warm feeling in my belly as my dad's cock thrust deep into me. I felt his stomach press into my rear as he bottomed out, and his hands on my waist, stroking down my hips and thighs.

After a while, it got uncomfortable to be leaning over the side, so I asked if we could switch. He pulled out, which was like an ice cube on my pubis, it was so cold in the air. So I turned on the shower, nice and warm, and got on my hands and knees with it splashing down on my butt, and he got behind me and stroked my pussy with his gentle hands, then took his cock and slid it into place again like it had never been gone. And the warmth and the pressure and just all of it made me cum again, a little O, just lighting up my eyes, tightening in my belly a little. I can feel them in my belly button sometimes; it's wild when it happens, and it usually makes me giggle. I giggled a little, and Dad laughed and said, "I got you, didn't I?"

"Yeah, you wouldn't believe the reactions some guys have when I giggle like that."

"They don't know how beautiful it is," he said, and pressed into me again with his hands gripping my hips now. "I'm getting close just hearing you laugh, baby."

"I'll miss this over the next few days," I said truthfully. I already miss it. The thought of Mom and Dad down at the beach, probably making love on the shore, is making me wish I had come, because I could at least have watched. Maybe I could have found a guy on the beach to give me some. But I'm looking forward to Sveta too. Just sometimes I want a cock. A real cock, one that spews cum into me, that pulses, that tenses, that feels warm inside.

He wasn't lying, because after a few more minutes he grunted, "Here it comes," which he likes to do, most men like to do, even if he knows I can tell, and that he's going to cum in my pussy and not pull out. I don't know why a lot of men feel the need to announce their orgasms, but I don't mind. Mike doesn't tend to if he's going to cum inside me, either in my pussy or ass, but Dad usually does.

And then I came again as the first splashes surged into my insides. I confess, recently, I've been imagining that Dad is knocking me up, that I'm a little girl and my Daddy is getting me pregnant with his baby. It makes the orgasms stronger, I've found. I went over the edge hard, moaning and clenching. If I had been a squirter, I might have squirted. It's the tension, the desire, the missing him already, all of it.

He kept pulsing inside me for a while, then he felt that I was still cumming, so he worked himself back into thrusting. I could feel the cum sloshing around in my womb, or so I imagined. It must have been hard for him to keep fucking me, but he did it until I stopped cumming, then finally turned off the water with a grin and pulled out so I could clean him orally. There wasn't much to clean, because the water had done its work even before he pulled out, but it was enough to taste, and it tasted so good.

Then he showered, woke Mom up, and the got out of the house, as I said, bright and early. I wish Dad had been able to give me another helping before he left, but I accept that he's getting older and it's getting harder for him. He's never been prolific, just long-winded. I guess it's fortunate that he has three daughters and a wife all of whom can be his outlet (well, even Mari sometimes) because otherwise I think he'd wear us out and never get his own rocks off. I mean, back when he was still going three times a day sometimes, by the third time, he might have to start with one daughter and finish with another, or with Mom. I know I've had to wave him off eventually, just because I was getting too tired and sore to keep going.

Now, I get one, usually, but it's usually a good one, and a long one too. Sometimes two, or sometimes Mom gets one as well. So I'm not really complaining. I came three times. I just miss him. Sometimes we don't fuck, we just sit or lie together, him inside me, for a long time. It feels good to have Daddy inside me. That's all I can say.

Anyway, Sveta's coming over in the afternoon, so I'll see how that goes.

No Need To Hide It

One of the great things about living in my house with my family (only one, mind you, because there are many) is that you never have to sneak off and hide to masturbate. Another of the great things is that you don't have to masturbate that often anyway, given the circumstances, especially if you are some people. For instance, I don't think my dad ever jacks off, except maybe a bit as a warm-up. After all, sometimes you don't have hours to kill.

Yes, I guess it would seem like no one in my family would ever need to masturbate at all, what with hot and cold running sex in the house. But sometimes no one's around, or everyone's busy. And now, of course, there are fewer people in the house. If I could convince my mother to go bi, it would probably mean I wouldn't have to diddle myself as often, but as it is, I'm lucky to get once a day with the old man. Love ya Daddy.

But no, there's no particular stigma in our house to masturbation, which means we can do it anywhere, at any time. My parents have had a decent collection of porn since I was born, at least, and we keep that in their room, free for the taking. Before I was old enough to fuck, for instance, my parents would sometimes let me sit in their room and watch porn and play with myself, just for release. I think they were a little worried that I might end up doing like Sheri did. It wasn't the same at all; I would have gladly given up masturbation if I could have had a cock inside me. Sex and jacking off are two different forms of pleasure.

My brother masturbated frequently too, before he was old enough. In fact, I think it's possible that one of the ways that my parents knew he was ready was when he started actually ejaculating. It wasn't like they were keeping an eye on it, but once it started, it probably was a check on a list somewhere.

Since we were always naked around the house, any time the fancy struck, we could play with ourselves. I know that Mike and I both would watch movies and play with ourselves at parts. Obviously, after we both were old enough, masturbation lost some of its thrill because we could just get hot and bothered over a movie and fuck. But still, it wasn't uncommon, throughout my childhood and even past it, to walk into a room and find someone plucking the chicken, so to speak.

If it was Mike and I had some time, I'd probably go and join in. The same goes if he walked in on me. After all, sex is better than masturbation. But sometimes you're in a hurry, and you just walk in and there's Mike or Sheri or Mari, sitting at the table, nonchalantly feeling themselves up a bit.

And again, as I've said, it also wasn't uncommon during a certain period for Mike to jack off alone in his room and then come find me to finish him off. It saved on cum rags, for one thing. He wasn't always able to do that, so sometimes Mom would scold him for leaving his cleanup lying somewhere. I mean, you've got to be neat about it, right?

Me, I masturbate a lot. After all, I'm a sexaholic, pretty much, and if I don't get enough, I get needy. I'm stroking myself a little bit right now, waiting for Dad to get up so he can give it to me good and proper. I think I'm going to get a dildo or a vibe and stick it up there to give myself a good cum, wake me up a little, before Dad gets up.

Anyway, since I never had to hide my sexuality around my family, I didn't get some jokes that my friends made, and I might have said things which were a bit odd. As far as I know, no one ever picked up on the fact that I didn't know about having to sneak into the bathroom to jack off (not that girls really have to, but guys seem to find that the way to go). And I let some of my friends, when I was quite young, watch me touching myself. But that was kids stuff; all people go through an age of sexual exploration and being naked with friends and showing off their privates. At least, I think all people do. It's not just me.

And I'll confess, when I was a babysitter in my younger days, I would masturbate in other people's houses quite openly. Once I nearly was caught by the parents coming home. Fortunately I knew better then, and the first one through the door was the father, and he wanted in my skirt anyway so him seeing hints that I might have been jerking off was just fuel to the fire. I was actually caught by a kid I was babysitting, but he was too young to know anything about it, and I told him I was just scratching an itch. He saw my cunt, though. Probably warped him for life. Either that, or he became more liberated. I haven't seen him in years and years, so I don't know.

Anyway, that's why masturbation should just be out in the open. It's natural, it's fun, and it's a great method of birth control. Only kidding on the last one. And I think sex should be out in the open too. Imagine if you could just walk down the street and walk past people making love wherever the mood took them. Imagine if you could ask to join in. Now that's a sexy fantasy. There could be restaurants, coffee houses, and sex parlors, for when you wanted to go out on the town and have a good time in any way. I'm not talking about prostitution, I'm talking about taking your date to the sexeterium, getting a nice cushioned booth, and having the waiter bring you various exciting toys and snacks while you fucked.

Or a singles sex bar, where you could go and instead of being tawdry and bringing a stranger home with you (which is, after all, the aim of most people in a singles bar) you could just find someone nice, get a bed, and have sex right there. And you could somehow signal whether you were looking for additional partners. And if you wanted, you could just sit for a while and watch other people screw, and play with yourself a little. Out in the open.

And not to mention beaches, where instead of having to hide behind towels, you could just bring your date and make love on the beach with hundreds of other people, some of whom would be watching, some of whom would also be fucking. And if you wanted to join, you could ask politely. Or you could swap partners. Or any manner of things.

God, the idea is making me so jealous of the alternate reality where this is all true. Where humans admit that, when it comes to sex, we're still animals just like all the others. Do animals hide their sexuality? Well, probably some of them, but you can definitely go to the zoo and see monkeys mating. So why can't you walk down the street and see people mating next to dogs (who do it in the street too, you know)?

Creampies

I've said it before, I'll probably say it again, and I'm saying it now. There is nothing more feminine than having a guy cum inside you. Maybe that's not true for all women, but I feel most like a woman when a man's cock is spewing a load into my pussy. The deeper the better.

I imagine that I would feel even more feminine if I was actually able to be impregnated by the cum inside me, and probably having a baby would make me feel like a woman too. But of my experiences thus far in life, there's nothing that affirms my womanhood more than a creampie.

I'm not talking about a porn creampie either. I'm talking about a man sticking his cock as deep into me as possible, and firing his seed into my womanly spaces, and then staying there until it's all inside me. It's not that I don't enjoy a guy pulling out and just painting me white, but it's not the same thing.

Obviously, I enjoy bigger cocks for this. It's not that I always like bigger cocks, but the longer a cock is, the deeper he can get, and the deeper he gets, the deeper his cum goes, and the better I feel when it happens. Of course, he also has to cum fairly hard for me to really feel it. So deep and hard, as far as creampies are concerned.

That's not to say that I only want creampies, or only want long cocks, or strong cums (well, I usually prefer that last one). I've had guys who could satisfy me without putting their cock near my cunt. But if it's a creampie I'm looking for, those additional attributes are good too.

Which is why I enjoy my Dad so much. Let's face it, I usually get one cum with him, and that's after some work. But his cock is nice and long, and when he's all the way in I feel it in my tummy, not just in my nethers. And if he's been blueballing a little, and I get to him first, and he finally pushes as deep as he can and his cock pulses once or twice and then he finally tenses it and I feel the first splash, deep inside me, like he's actually cumming directly into my belly, that makes me feel like a natural woman, as the song goes.

I've never understood why Mom prefers to finish Dad in her mouth. It's not that he never creams her, but usually he pulls out and cums in her mouth. He's got terrific aim, very seldom makes a mess. Probably a lot of practice. When I was younger, he would always try to pull out and cum in my mouth or on my body, but eventually he just realized that I wanted his spunk inside me all the time, no ifs, ands, or buts. I know that I was the only one of his three daughters to get a creampie on her first time. I also know that Mari does enjoy the taste of cum sometimes, although she's not really interested in doing the work to get it, so she used to wait around for Dad to get close with someone and then ask if she could finish. She probably also liked to taste the pussy juices on Dad's cock.

I don't know, but I suspect, that even though Dad made it plain that he wasn't going to fuck Sheri early even though she'd been had, he probably let her suck him off sometimes. At that point, it was Mom or Sheri's mouth, and Mom doesn't always want to fuck. I don't understand it, but Dad seems to. I mean, I do understand it, because Mom's got issues from her youth, but I don't understand how anyone could turn down my Dad, especially if they knew how good he was. He must have cut quite a swath through the girls and women of his youth. Well, I know he did.

Anyway, Sheri's as much as admitted that she was sucking Dad off before he fucked her the first time, as well as a lot of other guys, I'm sure. So I guess what I'm saying is that I'm the creampie junkie in the house. Sheri likes them, but she's just as happy with a mouthful, or even just some painting. Me, I wouldn't want to do bukkake, because I'd think it was a waste of cum. I'd want to have a creampie party instead. Hell, I've sort of had them. Not as many guys as they have in pornos, but with a few. Mike and Dad have taken turns cumming inside me, for that matter.

So yes, I probably have an impregnation fetish too. I definitely would have been pregnant when I was still in middle school if I hadn't been on the pill. The thought of that makes me happy I didn't screw up my life like that, but on the other hand, the dad would have been my Dad, or Mike, and the idea of that makes me tingly.

I've been writing these past few posts about this because Dad and I have been making time to cheer me up every day (and it doesn't do him any harm either). I've been keeping an ugly, sleep-in-type schedule, but even though I can't see him in the morning first thing, when he gets home, he takes some time, brings me upstairs to my bedroom, and fucks me silly. He told me he's got an assistant now, cute, younger than I am, who is flirting with him all the time, and while he's not going to lower the boom on her, or take her up on her flirtation, it does make him hot and bothered, which makes him ready to go when he gets home.

I told him that I'd come in one day during lunch and give him a nooner, so he wouldn't be popping up during the afternoon and giving himself away. He said I just wanted to see this cute young thing and see if I could get her myself. I told him that wasn't the plan, but if it happened, no problem. He laughed and said he'd like to have both of us together. I told him the only way that was going to happen was if I seduced her first. Then he pumped me full of cum, a huge load, it was coming out of my pussy around his cock. I felt three or four big surges, and a bunch of smaller ones. A lot of cum drained out of me, but when I was taking a piss later that evening, some more cum dripped out. It was in deep.

I think Mom would be fine with Dad sleeping with his hot assistant. It's not like they haven't had outside partners before. But I'd be jealous. If Dad were fucking some older woman, I wouldn't be as jealous, but the fact that she's younger than I am makes me jealous in a strange way. I guess maybe that's why I haven't done anything about the Sveta situation, because I don't want her to take my Daddy away from me.

Anyway, Dad's not likely to fuck this assistant, permission or no. It would be lawsuit-bait in the extreme. But I could fuck her without telling her who I was. And I could go in and fuck Dad too. It's fun to dream. Right now, I can't afford to be going to give my Dad office-nooky. Plus I'd have to get up, and my internal schedule is all fucked up right now. So I'll just wait for him to get home and give me what she's working him up for. She'll never know what she's missing. His cock in her tight little pussy, deep enough that it's like he's in her belly, firing jet after jet of hot spunk into her womanhood. Then she'd feel truly feminine, I think. I know I do.

Job-Hunting Sucks

Which is why I haven't been updating much at all recently. Not really much of any other reason. Sometimes I wish I could be a prostitute or a porn star, because then at least I'd get to have sex for money. But as I've already discussed, not for me.

James and Sveta haven't gotten any better, but nothing has blown up yet. I'm betting that it's because he can't actually find another girl. He wants one, but wanting and getting are two very different things.

I haven't seen Kate in an age and a day. We've talked a few times, and I know she still wants me to come over for quickies, but I've been strong. Well, mostly I've been unavailable for various reasons. But I don't want to do anything until I've met her husband. She thinks I'm holding out on her. I told her that I just wasn't comfortable with breaking up families. She said that wasn't a problem, but declined to prove her point somehow. I don't know how she could prove it, other than telling her husband about me, but I still want to at least meet him, so I can feel guilty toward a person rather than an institution.

Mari is incommunicado, which could mean any number of things. Maybe she and her steady went off and got hitched. Maybe she's just busy too. Who knows. I'm sure she's not in prison or out of the country; that's Sheri's bailiwick.

Sheri, on the other hand, has a much better job than I do, and is making decent money, and wants to quit. Sometimes she is unbearable. She's probably making the best money of anyone in the family, and she wants to quit. She has silly reasons which change almost hourly. I miss her, but at the same time I want to throttle her.

Mike will soon be making the most money of all, but he has to get through and also has to pay his dues. But his dues are worth paying, especially since he seems to genuinely enjoy aspects of his prospective job. Me, I can't stand finance, which is probably why I'm so poor. I'll mooch from Mike.

I really think that Mike and I should live together, go someplace that people don't know us and start a life and pretend. I could be his trophy girlfriend, he could be my breadwinner. I haven't mooted the idea with him as yet, because I don't know what he'd say. I don't know what my parents would say either. I mean, I'm not asking for exclusivity from him, any more than he'd ask for it from me. But if I can't live like that with Dad (and I wouldn't want to, because I love my parents and they should be together) I'd like to have a close, almost-married relationship with Mike instead.

Part of me is a bit scared of something like that too, being open about it I mean. I'd be afraid someone would find out, and then Mike and I would be in deep shit. We could never get married. We could pretend, I guess, but we could never actually do it. But lots of people aren't married these days, so that might not be so odd to people.

As long as I'm dreaming, I'd like to dream that not only could Mike and I be husband and wife, but I could have babies. Two, I think. One with Mike, of course, and one with my daddy. If I could talk him into going along with Mike and I being married, I could talk him into knocking me up too. I'd let Mike have the first one; we could start trying as soon as we got married, maybe a bit before. I'd go off the pill, and Mike would get to indulge his impregnation fetish, and fill me with gallons of his hot, thick cum, until it was leaking from my tits it was so far inside me. And then I'd be pregnant, and we'd keep fucking all the time as my belly grew full with his child. Maybe it would be a girl, and it would be like he was fucking her too, before she was born. Maybe it would be a boy, and that little boy would grow up to be a bisexual son for his bisexual dad. Mike would fuck his son, and get fucked by him.

And then, after I gave birth to Mike's child, Mom and Dad would be right there. And then after the happy family all came back home, Mom and Mike would go off to take care of the baby, and Dad would start working on baby number two. It would probably take a while, so Dad might have to stay and fuck me for weeks even, but I wouldn't leave Mike out; he could have my ass whenever he wanted. And then Dad's strong seed would plump me up again, and Mike and I would have two children. Since I'm dreaming, a boy and a girl, and they would grow up together, and probably discover sex together, and maybe one day we'd come into their room and they'd be making love for the first time, and we could sit down and give them tips. And pretty soon all four of us would be fucking nonstop.

Eh, it's a nice dream, not only for the sexual aspects, but also because it wouldn't require me to find a job. It's only a dream though; the chances are so slim of Mike and I even being able to live together as partners. Most likely we'd have to live together as brother and sister, roommates so to speak, to the outside world, and though we'd both be there for sex, we'd have to keep it as quiet as we do now. And I'd still have to get a job.

Sorry, I'm bitching about jobs now. I'll stop posting and go back to bitching on my own time.

The Center of the Drama

I know now why I didn't really want to become involved with teenagers. I was never a drama queen in high school, but there was still a fair amount of drama for everyone who had anything to do with anyone socially. I mean, I was pretty much a fuck 'em and leave 'em type gal, and I still got involved in drama. And now I'm in it again. If it weren't so fun to corrupt the youth...

So apparently the cause of all this drama is that James wants to have sex with other girls. Yes, you heard me right. He's being a schmuck. If he's doing what Sveta thinks he's doing and having sex with other girls without telling her, then he's a dick. But it would explain why he hasn't been giving her as much attention, and why he hasn't needed to come by my place for some loving in a long time.

I don't know about him. He seems like he's a good guy in a lot of respects. But I guess if you've got two pussies, you figure you can get more. And he's had both of us in pretty much every way possible. I mean, he's had both of Sveta's cherries. And so he's looking to branch out.

Now if it were just me, and he was throwing me over for someone else, I'd be okay with it. I mean, I'd think he was a dick, but hell, I've thrown people over before. And it's not like we were ever really an item. We fucked. We may have dated, but mostly, it was sex. And that arrangement worked out pretty well, I thought.

I should have cut him off. I should have said, okay, now you're with Sveta, and she's where you go to get some. That might have made him less cocksure (I make the pun, but I do mean it in all senses).

But no, now he wants some other girls as well. Maybe he wants a girl who doesn't know me, with whom he can be the big man, the stud, the guy who knows the ropes. I have to admit, it's probably a bit emasculating for him to be with Sveta while I'm there giving pointers. I should have seen all this coming.

Anyway, he's being an idiot, if nothing else. If he does manage to score some other tail, who knows if it will be safe, or steady, or as good as what he's got with us. I'm saying us. I mean with Sveta, mostly, but she's okay if he wants to get some action on the side with me. After all, she does. I'm like a neutral party here. Except I'm pretty much being on Sveta's side in the argument, largely because he's not talking to me. I can't get hold of him. I try, I leave messages, I call at all hours, but he's probably avoiding talking to me.

Sveta said they've gone out a number of times since his birthday, just not as often as they used to. And they've done anal almost every time. He only wants her ass. And that's not fair to her, because it is still pretty hard on her, and she doesn't cum, and the foreplay is suffering too. And again, he's not around as much for her. I thought she was being needy, and maybe she is a little, but he's still breaking away.

Maybe that's for the best. I mean, he's going off to college soon, and maybe he's got to break away. It's hurting her though, and he's not doing it the right way. They had something. Maybe not a long-term something, but he was her first, for fuck's sake.

Anyway, the chances are fair that he's cheating on her with someone. She doesn't know who it is, or even if there is someone, but she's sure there is. I'm less sure, but it wouldn't surprise me if there were someone else. And I feel bad for Sveta, because really, the best way for this to work would be either that they agree that they should break up because he's leaving, or they should both agree to open up the relationship a little. I mean, she should get to have another guy, at least one, even if James doesn't have another girl. He's had me too. And I know she has as well, but it's not the same.

But he doesn't like that idea. He wants her to stay faithful to him, while he goes gallivanting out. Maybe it's just a phase in the relationship, but maybe not. He's perfectly willing to watch the two of us go at it, obviously.

But poor Sveta isn't really in a position to get herself a guy on the side. She's still really shy, and this current situation isn't helping. But we'll see what happens. Maybe I can find her a guy. I know a few guys who wouldn't mind having her, and whom she wouldn't mind having, I'm sure. I mean, hell, she's never met my brother... if he were in town some time, I could just tell her he was a friend of mine. If she'd never met my father either...

Which brings me back to my dilemma.

Anyway, I'm relating what I learned when she came over after we talked. No drinking from the bottle; we used glasses. And I wasn't drunk to begin with, so I was able to more closely monitor her condition. But hell, I've been in a drinking mood all week, and she looked like she was torn up about something, and I couldn't say no. So we had fruity fru fru drinks rather than straight shots of vodka. I brought some mixers and things down to the basement, and we sat around, me in my undies, her still dressed, and drank vodka mixed with things. I'm not a bartender, so I have no idea what to call drinks, let alone how to make them, so they might have been any number of things for all I know. I favor screwdrivers myself, but we were mixing OJ and grenadine and grape juice and soda and all sorts of exciting things we had in the fridge. They were fairly low-alcohol drinks.

Then she said she had to pee. I was all set to clear a path for her, but she just up and walked upstairs. I was praying that my parents had listened when I told them she was coming over and weren't fucking on the couch or something. She got back a few minutes later and didn't say anything, so I guess either they weren't, or they were and she wasn't surprised. I don't know. Everything's getting me paranoid.

To try to get her mind off of numerous subjects, James and my parents and other stuff, I asked her whether she had heard of watersports. She giggled and said she'd heard of them, but never tried anything like that. I told her with a laugh that she'd tried things like that if she'd had a cock in her ass, according to most "normal" people. That maybe brought up James and killed the conversation a bit, so I tried to steer it away, and asked how she felt about her ass. She said she was really starting to enjoy the feeling, like she was shitting but in reverse. I said I knew exactly what she meant. She said she'd never really understood how much she enjoyed the feeling of taking a monster shit until she tried anal. I may be right; she's a scat fetishist waiting to happen. But she'll have to discover that without me. I'm more than willing to try watersports with her, but for whatever reason, scat turns me off. Not that the concept of Sveta shitting was entirely without erotic qualities. Maybe I should ask her to let me watch some time. Maybe I'm just a scat voyeur.

Then she started pulling off her shirt, and I knew that talking about that must have wound her up a little. She was just a bit giggly, not even drunk, but I guess the liquor made her adventurous because she asked me if I had my strap-on. Of course I did, more than one in fact. She asked me, more like begged me, to fuck her with the strap-on, so she could have a cock inside her. I assumed she was missing a cock in her pussy.

We made out first, getting naked slowly but surely. I was tempted to get out the double dil instead, because I wanted a little enjoyment too. But that seemed a bit advanced for a first time, especially since maybe I could talk her into some quid pro quo with the harness later on.

She really didn't know what to do when I pulled out my medium cock and put it on. It's one of those which is basically just a pair of stretch panties with a cock sticking out a hole in the crotch. I like it because it doesn't chafe, like a harness can. Some girls like them that way, some want more bells and whistles. I figured Sveta wouldn't know the difference. She wanted to know if she needed to suck it first, and I laughed and said no, I would lube it up with her juices. Then I laid her back on the floor, put a cushion under her ass, and just went to town on her cunt. She was buzzed enough that she didn't get all nervous like she sometimes does, but still I had to be gentle. She's really fragile. I know Dad and Mike would both love to be inside her; it would be like a beautiful flower or something. Some guys get off on innocence and fragility. I know I do, and I'm not a guy.

She was dewy to start, and she got wetter and wetter, until after a while she gasped and whimpered my name and then blasted my face with juice. She's really amazing like that. I sucked up as much as I could, and as more kept coming I kept licking and fingering until finally she subsided. There was more than enough lube after that, and I rubbed it up and down the rubber cock, worked it into the head, and then with one hand aimed the tip and with the other held her hips. "Ready honey?" I asked her, and she nodded weakly.

I don't love strap-ons. They're good fun, especially for a long session where everyone has a go. I sometimes wish I had a cock that I could just put on, which would actually feel what a cock would feel pressing into a cunt. I wished that pretty hard right then as I pressed the tip of the rubber cock into her pink lips, and then felt her give a little and open and I slipped into her passage with a rush. She moaned. I had tried not to pick a dil which was too big, but it might have been bigger than James. She was feeling it when I finally worked my way in all the way.

"How does that feel?"

"Nice." Always nice with her, but hey, I'll take it as a compliment. "Give me a second, okay." I guess she was feeling it big time. I gave her a while, and then when she nodded again, I pulled back and slipped almost totally out of her. Then I got greedy and pulled all the way out, even though she seemed like she missed it once it was gone. But I love watching things enter tight young cunts. Then I pushed in again, a little harder, but still very gentle. She gasped as I bottomed out in her. I might have been tickling her cervix a bit. It wasn't a long dil, and although she's very tight, she's quite deep. I've never tried to find it, but maybe it just happened. I didn't feel resistance or anything, but she did gasp when I was all the way deep.

"It's nice up here too," I said, mostly for the view, because as I said, the enjoyment I get from strap-on fucking is less than I'd like. But it was nice to watch, and grinding down put some pressure on my pubis, and the combination was tingly.

"It feels different than James, but good," she said. "I think it's because you're not wearing a condom."

"Maybe," I said, then pulled back a bit and then slipped back in deep. She gasped again. It was a good gasp, and I tried to keep her gasping. "Hun, I'm sending a dildo home with you tonight. I can't believe you don't have one."

Throughout the remainder of this conversation, I was thrusting, so it was pretty breathless on her part. But she did talk. It was pretty sexy, this teen lying beneath me chatting with me as I stuck my "cock" into her. "I've tried with things, but I can't buy a dildo, my parents would know."

"So what? You're a young woman, you need toys."

"They don't think so."

"I know, I know. I was just kidding you." I reached down as I said that and diddled her clit a little and she giggled and wiggled her rear slightly, as if I was tickling her. Which I was, really. I got my hands around her waist and moved a little more quickly in and out of her.

"I like this way with you," she said. "I like looking up at you. You're so beautiful."

"Now you know why missionary is my favorite."

"But it's not as deep."

"Sometimes deep isn't what counts. Sometimes I like to look up into a guy's eyes, or a girl's, and just connect while we make love. Like now."

"Do you love me?" Damn, why with that question? I mean, I'm not a guy, so I'm not terrified of it. And she really wanted to hear me say yes.

"Yes honey, I love you. I love being with you. You're so cute." I gave her rump a squeeze and entered her with a rush, and felt the tips of my toes tingle. I'm very orgasmic, but I don't always cum while fucking a girl with a strap-on. But I was going to try this time.

"James doesn't love me."

"Then the hell with him."

"Will any guy ever love me?"

"Of course, sweetie." I was so fucking close, and I was hoping she would get there too, but she wouldn't if she kept talking like this. "I know guys who would die to get a chance to have what James had." Not really an answer, since love and sex aren't the same thing.

"Your dad?" Shit. I didn't want to stop, but I didn't want to keep going. The orgasm slipped away out of my grasp. Why was she asking that? "I mean, he came in your room and he had a pretty big cock. Does he walk around naked a lot in the morning?" Maybe she thought my dad was just weird.

"I don't think he expected us to be there."

"Why not? I mean, it's your room, right?" This was a very strange conversation to be having with a strap-on buried in her pussy up to the hilt. I had stopped fucking. I was just looking down at her, hoping my face wasn't giving it all away."

"Well, maybe he thought I was out. I do go out a lot." I was lying. Through my teeth.

"Why would he come into your room naked."

"Honey, don't worry about that, don't worry about anything, don't you enjoy it?"

"I'm just wondering, that's all." Then she smiled up at me, gently pulled my face down to her, and kissed me. "You love me, that's all that matters. Can we do it from behind now?"

I was happy to end the conversation. And as I pulled out and helped her to her hands and knees, I was wondering how I could forestall any further conversations of the same type. I still haven't totally figured that out. Maybe I should just let her know. I know that part of me wants to. Let her know some of it, anyway. She wouldn't be the first, although she'd be a on a short list.

But I had to get her to cum, and then maybe she'd get her mind off of all of that. So I'm afraid I took her from behind a little more roughly than she needed, although she didn't seem to mind. Certainly she came hard again as I was pumping the dil in and out of her, and I felt her juices forcing me back, and spilling down my legs and soaking my pelvis. It was enough. I had a tiny little O, just a little one, as I drove deep and ground into her.

"Did you cum?" she asked, and I knew she wasn't asking for any other reason than that she wanted me to have cum. I nodded, slipped the dildo out of her pussy, which was leaking juice. I wished I could have cum inside her somehow. I was feeling very schizoid: part of me was worrying about her interest in my father, and part of me was just loving that I had this young thing to fuck. And a bit of me was wishing I could tell her everything, and another part was worrying about the situation with James. It spoiled the afterglow for me.

She didn't ask any more awkward questions. I got her a drink, all juice, although I didn't tell her that, and fixed a stiff one for myself. She didn't notice. She's such a newbie. And we sat side by side, sort of absently caressing, for a while.

Then she had to leave, and I had a towel and helped her dry off a bit, then she slipped back into her clothes, gave me a last, long kiss, and went.

And now I'm wondering about the whole thing. What does she suspect? Should I tell Dad? What about the situation with James? My mind is going a mile a minute.

Anyway, this was half therapy session, half dirty story. Sorry if you didn't like one half or the other. If you'd like to email me to tell me how dumb I'm being, or to tell me I should let her in on the whole thing, my email address is in my profile.

Seeing My Parents Do It

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.

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

Or in this case, if you give a teen lots of vodka... she's going to want more. Damn, I knew I was making a mistake. Well, actually, in hindsight, since at the time I didn't really care.

Apparently there was more drama with James than I thought. He's been avoiding my calls or something, because I don't know what's up. But she called up, practically in tears, and asked if she could come over and get drunk. I told her my parents were home, and she said she didn't care, she'd come over anyway. I said that was a bad idea. She wanted to know why. I said my parents weren't in favor of giving alcohol to minors. Blah blah blah, long story short, she wound up not coming over, but we talked on the phone for a long time. I needed a drink after that, not that I had one.

She hasn't mentioned anything about my indiscretion or the fact that my father showed up naked in my room. Maybe she doesn't remember. But damn, I'm not going to be this girl's enabler. I can't afford it, for one thing. If I hadn't been the recipient of distilled largess myself, I never would have had vodka to drink in the first place.

On the other hand, I love eating her out. I won't deny it. She is really fun to fuck. She's not very good at eating me out, but she's so fun to make cum that I'm willing to overlook the flaws in her delivery. I mean, she's got to have practice, right? And she seems to enjoy it too. And from what I'm hearing, she's not getting any cock, so a gal's got to get it any way she can.

Anyway, I couldn't have had her over anyway today. Had things to do, people to see, places to go (no, not things to see, people to do). But I told her I'd have her over tomorrow if I could, as long as no drinking was involved. Maybe just a little bit, from glasses this time. She can walk home; it's not a long walk, even, just across town. But no sloppy drinking. Besides, we've got to work on her technique.

I'm going to that special Hell where they put people who take advantage of trusting youngsters. But damn, she tastes so good, and she's so young and innocent-looking, and she cums like a fire hydrant. Maybe I'll get a picture of her to show you all. Maybe not. We'll see.