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I have a friend called 'Bonnie'. She was a rotund girl, more fat than boob, we would say, because she had tits when we had tats saying 'Front'.
Bonnie disappeared one summer, she had gone to fat school and came back a different girl, she really did have tits, and an ass, in fact she had a drop dead gorgeous body, and everyone, including myself, wanted to be her friend.
There was something else different about her, she had an aura, she had discovered sex at fat school, disturbed k**s, unloved and ridiculed for most of their lives, were suddenly showered with affection, undressed and touched inappropriately, and finally penetrated, 'There were no shortage of cocks willing to connect', she said, 'I fucked myself thin', Bonnie was f******n and a woman of the world.
Her casual attitude to sex was nothing new, at this age in our lives we all knew what our pussies were for, 'Pleasure and Money', the wild bunch we called ourselves, and we were wild k**s, we knew men were horny for us, and as long as they paid, they bought our silence and our pussies in equal measure.
I overheard my father give advice to my younger brother, 'Sow your wild seed son, get it out of your system, and marry a girl with experience'.
I had given my younger brother sisterly hand jobs, so he had some experience of what it felt like, I had even sucked his cock a few times, so I wondered what was going through his mind as daddy was filling his head with that nonsense?
That confession proves that younger girls were as sexualized as the boys, and that we were not as innocent as older men claimed, in fact, older men who rush to our defence in such cases, only do so for their own devious desires, they want to be in the presence of girls exposed to sex, and in some cases, that I knew from personal experience, fuck us, so the desire is in all the men, it's just overcoming the age barrier, and it has been since time immortal.
Some parents are oblivious to what their offspring are up to, then there are my parents. My mother was and still is a very beautiful woman, but she was abused, and in an act of self preservation, she went with the flow, and learned very quickly on how to turn a situation around to her advantage, 'Push back', she once said to me, 'let them feel your enthusiasm', I know now what she meant, enjoy the fuck, and the man doing it will think differently about you, relax, and get the fullest from his deviant act.
Sex is an act of pleasure, we all have our kinks, and if we achieve them, nothing is more satisfying. I learned to enjoy older men, so the two married into one, when I pushed back, it was genuine, and being inside a girl doing that, must have been heaven for the man feeling his cock explode inside virgin flesh.
Shortly after my thirteen birthday, I awoke to find the house devoid of a mothers love, she had gone, left overnight, leaving me and my father to cope.
I was at the age where raging hormones were shaping my body and my mind, one reinforcing the other, and a father, though appealing to my friends like a Richard Gere, was devoid of a fatherly instinct, he saw me as a younger version of the woman he now hated, anger and jealousy, two very powerful emotions, that would someday help shaped my sexuality, starting with Bonnie my friend.
When she first came to my home she began flirting with daddy, as girls do. Bonnie as we have said, was experienced with cock, having spent her Summer shagging herself silly, and poor daddy did not stand a chance with the school l****a, she wanted to fuck him, and I was awoken by her howls, quite literally speaking, as daddy's cock was large.
Daddy's bed and mine own shared a common wall, plasterboard thin, so sounds when transmitted were as if he were lying beside me, so masturbation for me was a strange experience, as daddy could be noisy when relieving his pent up sexual energy, I on the other hand was a little more discrete, but there was a strange release as daddy's breathing made it a surreal experience.
I awoke to their humping, and found myself engulfed with jealousy, I could visualize from their dirty mouthings what they were like, but eventually got up and went outside the door and peered in on them, my first act of voyeurism, and in an unladylike fashion, stood there and relieved myself, daddy's glistening rod of flesh ploughing the yielding cunt of my friend, my own squeezing my inserted fingers, desperately wanting to replace Bonnie's, my first admission to having sex with my father as a reality, suddenly, it seemed allright to me, after all we shared the same house and I was old enough in my head to do it, besides I had been with my younger brother and had thrilled without the guilt associated with i****tuous sex.
One night my voyeuristic streak was tapped, as I discovered where I had inherited it from, daddy.
My mother was a free spirit, and her freedom meant many lovers, as I found out she bordered on nymphomania, daddy watched as a succession of men enjoyed my mothers gifts, often reducing him like it did me, to wanking himself as they fucked, and mother drained them dry, these men would leave, after having explored her body in ways their own wives could not contemplate.
I was watching a Dutch movie and it was about girl, youngish but older than I, having a fixation about her father, the reasons were different, but the strong sexual attraction was obvious, for both of us, and I lay there on the settee, with my hand down the front of my knickers, and another up under my knitted tank top, kneading my breast, when daddy walked in with a man, a stranger from the pub.
I froze, hand in-situ, where both men's eyes were focussed, besides my knickers were soaked, so even if my hand were not down there, it was obvious I was in a state of sexual excitement.
'Get your fingers out of your twat, and get us some beers'. My face reddened as I swung my long shapely legs off the settee and got up onto my feet.
Being a tall girl, like my mother, I presented an Amazonian presence around me, one that had men ogling and grabbing their crotches Michael Jackson style, I had a pussy that men craved, but here in my own home, that aura bubble held less of an improbability, especially in a pair of skimpy knickers and a leaky pussy, the aura had gone, the woman remained, and he had me all to himself.
I came back with two bottle of cold beer, both men had settled down and were watching a fuck scene on the movie. I handed to bottle to each in turn, then sat down beside the stranger on my right.
'This is John', said daddy, and I turned and offer my hand, which he took, my long thin index finger lingering in his palm, moments earlier it had been inside my pussy, we both smiled, as the thought had crossed both our minds, and daddy's too, as he suggested John smell them, which he did, holding them under his nose, before sucking them into his mouth, I sat, sort of mesmerized, as his tongue wormed its way around and between those digits.
'Just like her mother', said daddy, 'loves cock'. 'That's not true daddy', I cried in a mock protest, pouting, I said I was a virgin, and turned to look John in the face, and as I pouted, daddy read my thoughts, 'Do yourself a favour, and Mariel', he said, 'fuck her', he paused, and remained transfixed as his words to this stranger sunk in, 'fuck her right now, before she cools off'.
I swallowed hard but remained focused on Johns face, which remained unflinching and steely, this was u******e stuff, as dangerous as it was exciting, and I was caught up in a trance, with daddy's voice directing, 'Get naked Mariel, let John see you'.
I was always an obedient daughter and if daddy wanted this stranger to see me as nature made me, then he shall, and I got up as if floating, and with the grace of a ballerina doing her pirouette, I lifted the hem and gracefully withdrew it over my head leaving me covering only the slightest, but most sensitive of my flesh, my knickers moulded into the V of my cunt, two smooth folds inverted into a hole so tiny, pushing a pencil in there would take effort, but it could be done, and the pleasure from doing it, is what all the hue and crying was about, the weak, jealous men of the world cant get it themselves, so men like John and my daddy, help each other, and now John looks, as daddy pulls my knickers down, and licks my bum, by pulling my full cheeks open to expose my puckered pink anus, coated with saliva and my own hastily produced lubrication, I turn to see daddy naked, and back to John, now taking his pants off.
I am following mummy's advice, I am pushing back, back onto the monster sitting snugly between my bum cheeks, ten inches of steely flesh gliding freely up and down, causing my puckered anus to itch with the fleshy hot friction, as I rise onto my toes to get its fiery head into the puckered flesh, as my powerful feminine sphincter muscle, contracts and relaxes in a sexual frenzy, 'Put it in daddy', my eyes scream at him, pleading and begging, that's when John's cock hit its mark and went all the way up me, I was open and erect for him, so he had an easy and willing penetration, crushing me within his arms which he now wrapped around me, as he fucked me without mercy, daddy stood behind us, wanking his cock inches from my heaving buttocks.
Feeling Johns cock inside was delicious, and I gasped each time he forced it deeper, he was like a man possessed, a devil devouring a sacrificial offering, I looked down between my legs and his cock was like a piston disappearing into my hole, only to reappear momentarily, and then go back into the hole, get coated in my warm juices, each time the momentum building to the ultimate of ultimates, the transference of his seminal fertilizing semen into my deepest recesses, deep within my vagina.
It started with a deep groan and built up into a crescendo of noise pleasure and pain, his ejaculate hitting my cervix with perfect aim, his semen forming a pool, flooding my cavity and painting the walls of my innermost being, well and truly fucked would be an apt description, as I fell from his cock and it slipped from my wet slippery lips, closing behind and clamping shut, sealing in his dirty deed, daddy held my ankles high, he seemed determined for me to be fertilized, and tied them together thus so.
'Cheers', he cried out to John, and both drank heartily and high-fived.
John sat down with a mischievous look on his face as daddy went for a refill, the coldness of the beer bottle neck was momentarily felt as John eased it where daddy had denied me, and when he returned he laughed heartily, 'Good idea John', he cried, this was going to be a long night.
Bonnie disappeared one summer, she had gone to fat school and came back a different girl, she really did have tits, and an ass, in fact she had a drop dead gorgeous body, and everyone, including myself, wanted to be her friend.
There was something else different about her, she had an aura, she had discovered sex at fat school, disturbed k**s, unloved and ridiculed for most of their lives, were suddenly showered with affection, undressed and touched inappropriately, and finally penetrated, 'There were no shortage of cocks willing to connect', she said, 'I fucked myself thin', Bonnie was f******n and a woman of the world.
Her casual attitude to sex was nothing new, at this age in our lives we all knew what our pussies were for, 'Pleasure and Money', the wild bunch we called ourselves, and we were wild k**s, we knew men were horny for us, and as long as they paid, they bought our silence and our pussies in equal measure.
I overheard my father give advice to my younger brother, 'Sow your wild seed son, get it out of your system, and marry a girl with experience'.
I had given my younger brother sisterly hand jobs, so he had some experience of what it felt like, I had even sucked his cock a few times, so I wondered what was going through his mind as daddy was filling his head with that nonsense?
That confession proves that younger girls were as sexualized as the boys, and that we were not as innocent as older men claimed, in fact, older men who rush to our defence in such cases, only do so for their own devious desires, they want to be in the presence of girls exposed to sex, and in some cases, that I knew from personal experience, fuck us, so the desire is in all the men, it's just overcoming the age barrier, and it has been since time immortal.
Some parents are oblivious to what their offspring are up to, then there are my parents. My mother was and still is a very beautiful woman, but she was abused, and in an act of self preservation, she went with the flow, and learned very quickly on how to turn a situation around to her advantage, 'Push back', she once said to me, 'let them feel your enthusiasm', I know now what she meant, enjoy the fuck, and the man doing it will think differently about you, relax, and get the fullest from his deviant act.
Sex is an act of pleasure, we all have our kinks, and if we achieve them, nothing is more satisfying. I learned to enjoy older men, so the two married into one, when I pushed back, it was genuine, and being inside a girl doing that, must have been heaven for the man feeling his cock explode inside virgin flesh.
Shortly after my thirteen birthday, I awoke to find the house devoid of a mothers love, she had gone, left overnight, leaving me and my father to cope.
I was at the age where raging hormones were shaping my body and my mind, one reinforcing the other, and a father, though appealing to my friends like a Richard Gere, was devoid of a fatherly instinct, he saw me as a younger version of the woman he now hated, anger and jealousy, two very powerful emotions, that would someday help shaped my sexuality, starting with Bonnie my friend.
When she first came to my home she began flirting with daddy, as girls do. Bonnie as we have said, was experienced with cock, having spent her Summer shagging herself silly, and poor daddy did not stand a chance with the school l****a, she wanted to fuck him, and I was awoken by her howls, quite literally speaking, as daddy's cock was large.
Daddy's bed and mine own shared a common wall, plasterboard thin, so sounds when transmitted were as if he were lying beside me, so masturbation for me was a strange experience, as daddy could be noisy when relieving his pent up sexual energy, I on the other hand was a little more discrete, but there was a strange release as daddy's breathing made it a surreal experience.
I awoke to their humping, and found myself engulfed with jealousy, I could visualize from their dirty mouthings what they were like, but eventually got up and went outside the door and peered in on them, my first act of voyeurism, and in an unladylike fashion, stood there and relieved myself, daddy's glistening rod of flesh ploughing the yielding cunt of my friend, my own squeezing my inserted fingers, desperately wanting to replace Bonnie's, my first admission to having sex with my father as a reality, suddenly, it seemed allright to me, after all we shared the same house and I was old enough in my head to do it, besides I had been with my younger brother and had thrilled without the guilt associated with i****tuous sex.
One night my voyeuristic streak was tapped, as I discovered where I had inherited it from, daddy.
My mother was a free spirit, and her freedom meant many lovers, as I found out she bordered on nymphomania, daddy watched as a succession of men enjoyed my mothers gifts, often reducing him like it did me, to wanking himself as they fucked, and mother drained them dry, these men would leave, after having explored her body in ways their own wives could not contemplate.
I was watching a Dutch movie and it was about girl, youngish but older than I, having a fixation about her father, the reasons were different, but the strong sexual attraction was obvious, for both of us, and I lay there on the settee, with my hand down the front of my knickers, and another up under my knitted tank top, kneading my breast, when daddy walked in with a man, a stranger from the pub.
I froze, hand in-situ, where both men's eyes were focussed, besides my knickers were soaked, so even if my hand were not down there, it was obvious I was in a state of sexual excitement.
'Get your fingers out of your twat, and get us some beers'. My face reddened as I swung my long shapely legs off the settee and got up onto my feet.
Being a tall girl, like my mother, I presented an Amazonian presence around me, one that had men ogling and grabbing their crotches Michael Jackson style, I had a pussy that men craved, but here in my own home, that aura bubble held less of an improbability, especially in a pair of skimpy knickers and a leaky pussy, the aura had gone, the woman remained, and he had me all to himself.
I came back with two bottle of cold beer, both men had settled down and were watching a fuck scene on the movie. I handed to bottle to each in turn, then sat down beside the stranger on my right.
'This is John', said daddy, and I turned and offer my hand, which he took, my long thin index finger lingering in his palm, moments earlier it had been inside my pussy, we both smiled, as the thought had crossed both our minds, and daddy's too, as he suggested John smell them, which he did, holding them under his nose, before sucking them into his mouth, I sat, sort of mesmerized, as his tongue wormed its way around and between those digits.
'Just like her mother', said daddy, 'loves cock'. 'That's not true daddy', I cried in a mock protest, pouting, I said I was a virgin, and turned to look John in the face, and as I pouted, daddy read my thoughts, 'Do yourself a favour, and Mariel', he said, 'fuck her', he paused, and remained transfixed as his words to this stranger sunk in, 'fuck her right now, before she cools off'.
I swallowed hard but remained focused on Johns face, which remained unflinching and steely, this was u******e stuff, as dangerous as it was exciting, and I was caught up in a trance, with daddy's voice directing, 'Get naked Mariel, let John see you'.
I was always an obedient daughter and if daddy wanted this stranger to see me as nature made me, then he shall, and I got up as if floating, and with the grace of a ballerina doing her pirouette, I lifted the hem and gracefully withdrew it over my head leaving me covering only the slightest, but most sensitive of my flesh, my knickers moulded into the V of my cunt, two smooth folds inverted into a hole so tiny, pushing a pencil in there would take effort, but it could be done, and the pleasure from doing it, is what all the hue and crying was about, the weak, jealous men of the world cant get it themselves, so men like John and my daddy, help each other, and now John looks, as daddy pulls my knickers down, and licks my bum, by pulling my full cheeks open to expose my puckered pink anus, coated with saliva and my own hastily produced lubrication, I turn to see daddy naked, and back to John, now taking his pants off.
I am following mummy's advice, I am pushing back, back onto the monster sitting snugly between my bum cheeks, ten inches of steely flesh gliding freely up and down, causing my puckered anus to itch with the fleshy hot friction, as I rise onto my toes to get its fiery head into the puckered flesh, as my powerful feminine sphincter muscle, contracts and relaxes in a sexual frenzy, 'Put it in daddy', my eyes scream at him, pleading and begging, that's when John's cock hit its mark and went all the way up me, I was open and erect for him, so he had an easy and willing penetration, crushing me within his arms which he now wrapped around me, as he fucked me without mercy, daddy stood behind us, wanking his cock inches from my heaving buttocks.
Feeling Johns cock inside was delicious, and I gasped each time he forced it deeper, he was like a man possessed, a devil devouring a sacrificial offering, I looked down between my legs and his cock was like a piston disappearing into my hole, only to reappear momentarily, and then go back into the hole, get coated in my warm juices, each time the momentum building to the ultimate of ultimates, the transference of his seminal fertilizing semen into my deepest recesses, deep within my vagina.
It started with a deep groan and built up into a crescendo of noise pleasure and pain, his ejaculate hitting my cervix with perfect aim, his semen forming a pool, flooding my cavity and painting the walls of my innermost being, well and truly fucked would be an apt description, as I fell from his cock and it slipped from my wet slippery lips, closing behind and clamping shut, sealing in his dirty deed, daddy held my ankles high, he seemed determined for me to be fertilized, and tied them together thus so.
'Cheers', he cried out to John, and both drank heartily and high-fived.
John sat down with a mischievous look on his face as daddy went for a refill, the coldness of the beer bottle neck was momentarily felt as John eased it where daddy had denied me, and when he returned he laughed heartily, 'Good idea John', he cried, this was going to be a long night.
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