Catherine and her Daddy
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The Night I Picked-up My Drunk Daddy. free porn video
I confess, I do read erotica and get wet, meaning, I am turned-on by filth, as far back as when I was thirteen, and yes I was wetting back then, so when I ask you readers, 'What turns you on', you might tell me, at the end of my feminine confession.
First I think you need a woman, not just any woman, but a young woman, preferably a girl still waiting to experience her first penetration, front or back.
Secondly, losing your virginity, as I did mine, has to be a family affair, a stolen moment in the early hours, a strange man's finger, a brother's interrupted masturbation by his horny sister, or closer, with a daddy encouraging his daughter to touch a wondrous erection, as I did, (Now you know where the girly expression came from, 'My Daddy is bigger than your Daddy'), LoL, no honestly, we were talking in the school lavatory, about who's daddy has the biggest cock.
Sexual matters back then did not carry the stigma of inc*st, we only focused on the meat and two veg hanging between your legs, next time you look at your f******n year old girl, talk sex and watch her face and her legs, then tell me I am not right about the change in her demeanour. My father had by then seen everything that was turning me into a young woman, right down to the colour of my latest thong, and the fact that I shaved my pubis mound, and touched his friends cock.
'I know you're growing up darling and that you're curious about certain things', he would say, staring distantly up to the ceiling, as the head of his cock tickled the back of my throat, this was my punishment, for giving a boy a blowjob after school.
I grew up not having any hang-ups about sex, my body rewarded me with brilliant orgasms, all free and sometimes happening with different people, if there were two or more men there at the same time.
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I had just bathed and climbed into bed. I was sleeping nude that night, and had my sex toys out for a bit of self time for myself, when my phone rang.
It was a friend of my fathers, asking if I could drive out and pick them up, they were too drunk to drive, and it was daddy's car they were in.
I angrily climbed out of bed and climbed into a loose fitting frock, this was going to be a quick pick-up and drop off, so I dispensed with the need to put any underwear on, and set off in the direction of the pub, where they waited.
As I drove I suddenly became acutely aware of how just nude I was, and at s*******n, how firm my breasts felt, and how wet I felt. By the time I arrived my body was alive, and I could not resist touching my erectile tissue, and as I parked in the pubs car park, my hand was up my dress, rubbing my swollen clitoris.
I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm when the there was a loud bang on the car roof, and the passenger door swung open, catching me withdrawing my hand from between my legs, how long he had been watching, I was not sure, but he certainly acted like he had seen nothing untoward.
Then the back door opened and daddy just fell into the back seat, and his friend closed the back door and climbed into the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the hem of my dress, which was still above mid-thigh.
My state of sexual arousal was still relatively high, and now his presence was adding to my need for physical attention, and being a sexually active girl, I had a choice to make, with him or without him.
'Where do you live', I asked him, meaning to drop him off first?
He was looking down at the large expanse of thigh on display, which was thrilling me, 'I can't let you take me there', he replied.
'Why not I asked him', I was flirting and I unashamedly knew it?
'My wife will be jealous when she sees you', he replied throatily. I laughed off his complimentary remark, and let my knees open around four inches, pretending working the gear pedals required my legs to be so far open.
I reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror to see what my father was doing, and my heart leapt a little on seeing his eyes were closed.
As I drove I knew I wanted to have sex, and although were bantering and teasing each other with innuendo, I realised I might just need to ask him to fuck me.
'Why would your wife be angry if she saw me', I asked him thickly? I turned to look at him, he was in his fifties, and a little rotund, from drinking a lot of beer, hitting on his friends daughter.
'You're a beautiful young woman, very sexy, and you have about everything she has lost', was his honest reply.
I glanced back into the rear view mirror to make sure daddy was still sleeping, the sexual feeling was becoming unbearable, 'You think your wife will believe I fucked you', it was out before I thought I could control it?
He leant across the gear stick and central column, and put his hand on my bared thigh, and slid all the way up until he touched my moist labia, and began fingering my pussy.
I gasped at the incredible feeling of a man's fingers inside my vagina, and I could feel myself involuntarily squeezing him, 'God you girls are so fucking tight', he gasped into my ear, as I indicated and turned off the main road into a side lane.
I drove down to the end of the lane and stopped and turned off the engine. Neither of us spoke as we undressed, and began fucking naked, with me now lying on the passenger front seat, and him thrusting in through the open door.
My head was just on the hand brake, but as I liked to watch a man's penis go in and out of my vagina, it was inclined upwards looking down at him, that was when I saw daddy's had cup my shaking breast, and pluck on my erect nipple.
I knew what I was feeling, but it was way beyond that now, as my hand covered his, not to remove it, as daddy was just another man feeling my tit as I fucked another man.
I was really moaning now and so close to cumming, in fact in some reasoning, we all were, as daddy puled his hand from my yielding orb, he pushed forward and released a load of semen across my breasts and stomach, while the warmth from deep inside my pussy, indicated, the married friend was ejaculating his wives load onto the bottom of my vagina.
My own orgasm could have awoken the dead, my dead man's clutch on his withdrawing cock as I gripped him in my spasm, reminded him of the lost pleasure of a young girl's cunt can have on an ageing cock, but even in his receding flaccidity, I had enough girth to grip onto, to finish pleasuring myself to satisfaction.
True to word, I dropped him off to the stare and gaze of his wife, as his semen oozed from my cunt and stained my dress, 'Fuck you bitch', went through my head as I pulled away from his front door, and turned to daddy. I reached out and took his hand, 'Next time daddy, I would prefer we do it in our bed, and not in front of your friends'.
'He always wanted to fuck you', he replied, 'I know', I retorted, 'It was him who fingered me when I was supposed to be sleeping'. Daddy turned and looked at me, his face serious, 'When'?
'Does it matter now' I asked?
I continued driving home as daddy closed his eyes again, seven years ago after my tenth birthday, he would have felt me cumming, gripping him on his inserted finger, as I did an hour ago on his cock, he always knew I would be up for it, and rubbing my pussy in the car as he stood outside watching me, he knew to pull the door open and bang the room, leaving me in limbo and unsatisfied, sneaky bastard, I laughed, because the men around me made me happy.
First I think you need a woman, not just any woman, but a young woman, preferably a girl still waiting to experience her first penetration, front or back.
Secondly, losing your virginity, as I did mine, has to be a family affair, a stolen moment in the early hours, a strange man's finger, a brother's interrupted masturbation by his horny sister, or closer, with a daddy encouraging his daughter to touch a wondrous erection, as I did, (Now you know where the girly expression came from, 'My Daddy is bigger than your Daddy'), LoL, no honestly, we were talking in the school lavatory, about who's daddy has the biggest cock.
Sexual matters back then did not carry the stigma of inc*st, we only focused on the meat and two veg hanging between your legs, next time you look at your f******n year old girl, talk sex and watch her face and her legs, then tell me I am not right about the change in her demeanour. My father had by then seen everything that was turning me into a young woman, right down to the colour of my latest thong, and the fact that I shaved my pubis mound, and touched his friends cock.
'I know you're growing up darling and that you're curious about certain things', he would say, staring distantly up to the ceiling, as the head of his cock tickled the back of my throat, this was my punishment, for giving a boy a blowjob after school.
I grew up not having any hang-ups about sex, my body rewarded me with brilliant orgasms, all free and sometimes happening with different people, if there were two or more men there at the same time.
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I had just bathed and climbed into bed. I was sleeping nude that night, and had my sex toys out for a bit of self time for myself, when my phone rang.
It was a friend of my fathers, asking if I could drive out and pick them up, they were too drunk to drive, and it was daddy's car they were in.
I angrily climbed out of bed and climbed into a loose fitting frock, this was going to be a quick pick-up and drop off, so I dispensed with the need to put any underwear on, and set off in the direction of the pub, where they waited.
As I drove I suddenly became acutely aware of how just nude I was, and at s*******n, how firm my breasts felt, and how wet I felt. By the time I arrived my body was alive, and I could not resist touching my erectile tissue, and as I parked in the pubs car park, my hand was up my dress, rubbing my swollen clitoris.
I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm when the there was a loud bang on the car roof, and the passenger door swung open, catching me withdrawing my hand from between my legs, how long he had been watching, I was not sure, but he certainly acted like he had seen nothing untoward.
Then the back door opened and daddy just fell into the back seat, and his friend closed the back door and climbed into the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the hem of my dress, which was still above mid-thigh.
My state of sexual arousal was still relatively high, and now his presence was adding to my need for physical attention, and being a sexually active girl, I had a choice to make, with him or without him.
'Where do you live', I asked him, meaning to drop him off first?
He was looking down at the large expanse of thigh on display, which was thrilling me, 'I can't let you take me there', he replied.
'Why not I asked him', I was flirting and I unashamedly knew it?
'My wife will be jealous when she sees you', he replied throatily. I laughed off his complimentary remark, and let my knees open around four inches, pretending working the gear pedals required my legs to be so far open.
I reached up and adjusted the rear view mirror to see what my father was doing, and my heart leapt a little on seeing his eyes were closed.
As I drove I knew I wanted to have sex, and although were bantering and teasing each other with innuendo, I realised I might just need to ask him to fuck me.
'Why would your wife be angry if she saw me', I asked him thickly? I turned to look at him, he was in his fifties, and a little rotund, from drinking a lot of beer, hitting on his friends daughter.
'You're a beautiful young woman, very sexy, and you have about everything she has lost', was his honest reply.
I glanced back into the rear view mirror to make sure daddy was still sleeping, the sexual feeling was becoming unbearable, 'You think your wife will believe I fucked you', it was out before I thought I could control it?
He leant across the gear stick and central column, and put his hand on my bared thigh, and slid all the way up until he touched my moist labia, and began fingering my pussy.
I gasped at the incredible feeling of a man's fingers inside my vagina, and I could feel myself involuntarily squeezing him, 'God you girls are so fucking tight', he gasped into my ear, as I indicated and turned off the main road into a side lane.
I drove down to the end of the lane and stopped and turned off the engine. Neither of us spoke as we undressed, and began fucking naked, with me now lying on the passenger front seat, and him thrusting in through the open door.
My head was just on the hand brake, but as I liked to watch a man's penis go in and out of my vagina, it was inclined upwards looking down at him, that was when I saw daddy's had cup my shaking breast, and pluck on my erect nipple.
I knew what I was feeling, but it was way beyond that now, as my hand covered his, not to remove it, as daddy was just another man feeling my tit as I fucked another man.
I was really moaning now and so close to cumming, in fact in some reasoning, we all were, as daddy puled his hand from my yielding orb, he pushed forward and released a load of semen across my breasts and stomach, while the warmth from deep inside my pussy, indicated, the married friend was ejaculating his wives load onto the bottom of my vagina.
My own orgasm could have awoken the dead, my dead man's clutch on his withdrawing cock as I gripped him in my spasm, reminded him of the lost pleasure of a young girl's cunt can have on an ageing cock, but even in his receding flaccidity, I had enough girth to grip onto, to finish pleasuring myself to satisfaction.
True to word, I dropped him off to the stare and gaze of his wife, as his semen oozed from my cunt and stained my dress, 'Fuck you bitch', went through my head as I pulled away from his front door, and turned to daddy. I reached out and took his hand, 'Next time daddy, I would prefer we do it in our bed, and not in front of your friends'.
'He always wanted to fuck you', he replied, 'I know', I retorted, 'It was him who fingered me when I was supposed to be sleeping'. Daddy turned and looked at me, his face serious, 'When'?
'Does it matter now' I asked?
I continued driving home as daddy closed his eyes again, seven years ago after my tenth birthday, he would have felt me cumming, gripping him on his inserted finger, as I did an hour ago on his cock, he always knew I would be up for it, and rubbing my pussy in the car as he stood outside watching me, he knew to pull the door open and bang the room, leaving me in limbo and unsatisfied, sneaky bastard, I laughed, because the men around me made me happy.
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