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I am a slut! But I am a very selective slut. If you think I am going to spread my legs for you just because you have come on to me, you will likely be disappointed.
I guess I came to 'sluttiness' early and naturally. In my early teens, when I felt the first stirrings of sexuality, I found my mother’s store of sex toys hidden in a bedroom drawer, which was usually locked. She was out and I was prowling through her room when I came upon the unlocked drawer. I couldn’t then imagine the purpose of the various items, although now I well know what each was and have my own store of similar items. A much larger and more varied store than Mom’s.
I was an early developing young woman. By the time I was fourteen, I was the tallest girl in my class and had sprouted an impressive pair of breasts. I was thrilled with them, as were the boys in school. The girls were jealous. At the same time, I became acutely aware of the difference between boys and men. It was men who attracted me, and caused my pussy to moisten and tingle.
Specifically, my stepfather principally attracted me, although there were certainly others - my doctor, my teacher, a neighbor. It was my stepfather, however, who first noted my emerging sexuality intuited and who, out of the kindness of his heart, undertook to introduce me to the pleasures in which I now find such delight.
Along with my maturing body, I began to develop that feminine sixth sense which alerts one to a masculine interest in one. A tone of voice, a prolonged glance, a lingering touch. I don’t now remember what alerted me to Dad’s piqued interest. I suppose between my pride in my developing body, and his increased attentiveness and generosity, my intuition was that one might have been the genesis of the other.
This all came to a head shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Mom was called away on business. By this time I had figured out the purpose of Mom’s cache of toys and had begun to accumulate toys of my own and to experiment with them. I masturbated regularly. That is to say when I woke up in the morning, in the afternoon after school, and in the evening when I retired. Perhaps, somehow, Dad had become aware of this propensity.
One evening while Mom was gone, Dad fixed a particularly nice dinner and presented it more elegantly than usual. It was ordinary for me to have a bit of wine with dinner, usually cut with an equal part of water. On this evening, Dad omitted the water and refilled my glass when it was emptied. I had a sense of being particularly special, and of this being a particularly special occasion, although the only thing out of the ordinary was that Mom was away and not expected home for several days. It was just the two of us. I was swelled up with pride and wine.
As I have mentioned, my stepfather was the man who principally attracted me. I masturbated to my mental image of him between my legs. The handle of my hairbrush frequently stood in for his imagined cock. It was his name which I whispered as I urged myself toward orgasm. And it was he who was now plying me with wine.
I had chosen my clothing for this special dinner with care. Under my chiffon blouse, I wore a silk chemise, sans bra. I wore a short silk skirt without any underwear. And I was barefoot. I was conscious of my erect nipples throughout dinner and, as we sat over dessert, I let my bare foot rest upon Dad’s. It seemed to me as though I was sitting in a pool of moisture which had dripped from my aroused cunt.
Dad did nothing to acknowledge my bare foot resting on his, but he did not move it away, either. Finally, he excused himself and began to clear the table. Tearing his attention away from my breasts, he suggested I get ready for bed while he straightened out the kitchen. He promised he would be right up, which I took to be weighted with innuendo.
I dawdled over my toilette as I heard the clatter from the kitchen diminish. Dad appeared at my door and gazed appreciatively at my sleeping costume and what it contained. “Before you go to bed, would you like a massage?” he asked. “Why don’t you go in and get on my bed while I get ready, and then I will give you one.”
I followed him to the master suite and I climbed into the bed and surveyed it in a proprietorial manner. As I listened to Dad brush his teeth, I removed my top and lay face down in the middle of the bed, awaiting my massage.
In retrospect, it is impossible to state who seduced whom. It was clearly a raging mutual attraction and desire. As the massage progressed, I became acutely aware of the erection Dad had spouted. It tented the front of his sleeping pants. I feigned ignorance, and disregarded it as Dad massaged my shoulders and back, then down my legs and my feet.
“Would you like me to do your front, too?”
I sleepily rolled over, presenting my bare breasts to his view. I let my hand fall into his lap and rest on his rampant cock. As he began to anoint my breasts with warmed lotion and to tease and pinch my nipples, I grasped his cock through his pants and began to lazily stroke it. It was much larger than the handle of my hairbrush. Its girth exceeded my grasp. With my thumb, I massaged the underside of the head of it. Through half closed eyes, I studied Dad’s face for a reaction, but he stoically continued his massage down my torso.
When he reached the waistband of my sleeping pants, I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I opened my thighs a bit. Dad warmed a new handful of oil, then reached in through the loose leg hole and began to apply the warm oil to my engorged labia. With his thumb and forefinger, he sought out and found my clit, and began to tease and tweak it, then pinch and rub it. He slid two thick fingers into my pussy and continued to massage my clit with his thumb. Then, taking his fingers from my cunt, he traced his long finger down my perineum and inserted it in my ass while his thumb entered my cunt. He repeatedly withdrew and reinserted his thumb and finger in their respective holes as my hips bucked up to meet his assault.
My excitement grew and grew until finally, in an overwhelming wave, it crested and crashed. Orgasms were familiar to me, but this exceeded anything I had previously experienced and I immediately knew that it was a sensation which I would need to experience regularly. I leaned up and threw my arms around his neck, then dragged him down onto my body and held him to me as I luxuriated in waves of aftershocks and release.
When my body finally relaxed and my breathing returned to a semblance of normal, I released my grip and Dad sat up. “I want you to fuck me, please,” I said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I returned his kiss passionately, thrusting my tongue into his mouth suggestively and trying to scrape my tender nipples against his bare chest. I pulled at the waistband of his pants, trying to tug them off to release his still engorged cock.
Dad pulled away and stood up, dropping his shorts to the floor. Then he removed mine which were a sodden mess. He lay down between my legs and put his mouth over my cunt. His tongue sought out the wet crack between my lips and lapped up and down. Dropping his head, he rimmed my asshole, then returned to my pussy and took my clit between his lips. Again my arousal roared and I pleaded with him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Ignoring myTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
I guess I came to 'sluttiness' early and naturally. In my early teens, when I felt the first stirrings of sexuality, I found my mother’s store of sex toys hidden in a bedroom drawer, which was usually locked. She was out and I was prowling through her room when I came upon the unlocked drawer. I couldn’t then imagine the purpose of the various items, although now I well know what each was and have my own store of similar items. A much larger and more varied store than Mom’s.
I was an early developing young woman. By the time I was fourteen, I was the tallest girl in my class and had sprouted an impressive pair of breasts. I was thrilled with them, as were the boys in school. The girls were jealous. At the same time, I became acutely aware of the difference between boys and men. It was men who attracted me, and caused my pussy to moisten and tingle.
Specifically, my stepfather principally attracted me, although there were certainly others - my doctor, my teacher, a neighbor. It was my stepfather, however, who first noted my emerging sexuality intuited and who, out of the kindness of his heart, undertook to introduce me to the pleasures in which I now find such delight.
Along with my maturing body, I began to develop that feminine sixth sense which alerts one to a masculine interest in one. A tone of voice, a prolonged glance, a lingering touch. I don’t now remember what alerted me to Dad’s piqued interest. I suppose between my pride in my developing body, and his increased attentiveness and generosity, my intuition was that one might have been the genesis of the other.
This all came to a head shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Mom was called away on business. By this time I had figured out the purpose of Mom’s cache of toys and had begun to accumulate toys of my own and to experiment with them. I masturbated regularly. That is to say when I woke up in the morning, in the afternoon after school, and in the evening when I retired. Perhaps, somehow, Dad had become aware of this propensity.
One evening while Mom was gone, Dad fixed a particularly nice dinner and presented it more elegantly than usual. It was ordinary for me to have a bit of wine with dinner, usually cut with an equal part of water. On this evening, Dad omitted the water and refilled my glass when it was emptied. I had a sense of being particularly special, and of this being a particularly special occasion, although the only thing out of the ordinary was that Mom was away and not expected home for several days. It was just the two of us. I was swelled up with pride and wine.
As I have mentioned, my stepfather was the man who principally attracted me. I masturbated to my mental image of him between my legs. The handle of my hairbrush frequently stood in for his imagined cock. It was his name which I whispered as I urged myself toward orgasm. And it was he who was now plying me with wine.
I had chosen my clothing for this special dinner with care. Under my chiffon blouse, I wore a silk chemise, sans bra. I wore a short silk skirt without any underwear. And I was barefoot. I was conscious of my erect nipples throughout dinner and, as we sat over dessert, I let my bare foot rest upon Dad’s. It seemed to me as though I was sitting in a pool of moisture which had dripped from my aroused cunt.
Dad did nothing to acknowledge my bare foot resting on his, but he did not move it away, either. Finally, he excused himself and began to clear the table. Tearing his attention away from my breasts, he suggested I get ready for bed while he straightened out the kitchen. He promised he would be right up, which I took to be weighted with innuendo.
I dawdled over my toilette as I heard the clatter from the kitchen diminish. Dad appeared at my door and gazed appreciatively at my sleeping costume and what it contained. “Before you go to bed, would you like a massage?” he asked. “Why don’t you go in and get on my bed while I get ready, and then I will give you one.”
I followed him to the master suite and I climbed into the bed and surveyed it in a proprietorial manner. As I listened to Dad brush his teeth, I removed my top and lay face down in the middle of the bed, awaiting my massage.
In retrospect, it is impossible to state who seduced whom. It was clearly a raging mutual attraction and desire. As the massage progressed, I became acutely aware of the erection Dad had spouted. It tented the front of his sleeping pants. I feigned ignorance, and disregarded it as Dad massaged my shoulders and back, then down my legs and my feet.
“Would you like me to do your front, too?”
I sleepily rolled over, presenting my bare breasts to his view. I let my hand fall into his lap and rest on his rampant cock. As he began to anoint my breasts with warmed lotion and to tease and pinch my nipples, I grasped his cock through his pants and began to lazily stroke it. It was much larger than the handle of my hairbrush. Its girth exceeded my grasp. With my thumb, I massaged the underside of the head of it. Through half closed eyes, I studied Dad’s face for a reaction, but he stoically continued his massage down my torso.
When he reached the waistband of my sleeping pants, I knew the moment of truth had arrived. I opened my thighs a bit. Dad warmed a new handful of oil, then reached in through the loose leg hole and began to apply the warm oil to my engorged labia. With his thumb and forefinger, he sought out and found my clit, and began to tease and tweak it, then pinch and rub it. He slid two thick fingers into my pussy and continued to massage my clit with his thumb. Then, taking his fingers from my cunt, he traced his long finger down my perineum and inserted it in my ass while his thumb entered my cunt. He repeatedly withdrew and reinserted his thumb and finger in their respective holes as my hips bucked up to meet his assault.
My excitement grew and grew until finally, in an overwhelming wave, it crested and crashed. Orgasms were familiar to me, but this exceeded anything I had previously experienced and I immediately knew that it was a sensation which I would need to experience regularly. I leaned up and threw my arms around his neck, then dragged him down onto my body and held him to me as I luxuriated in waves of aftershocks and release.
When my body finally relaxed and my breathing returned to a semblance of normal, I released my grip and Dad sat up. “I want you to fuck me, please,” I said. He leaned forward and kissed me. I returned his kiss passionately, thrusting my tongue into his mouth suggestively and trying to scrape my tender nipples against his bare chest. I pulled at the waistband of his pants, trying to tug them off to release his still engorged cock.
Dad pulled away and stood up, dropping his shorts to the floor. Then he removed mine which were a sodden mess. He lay down between my legs and put his mouth over my cunt. His tongue sought out the wet crack between my lips and lapped up and down. Dropping his head, he rimmed my asshole, then returned to my pussy and took my clit between his lips. Again my arousal roared and I pleaded with him to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Ignoring myTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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