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Men always ask me if my recounts in life regarding sex are true, to which I answer truthfully, some are and some are not. The following account has an element of truth and fantasy, and pointing out fact from fiction might ruin it for some readers, so I prefer to leave it up to you the reader as you immerse yourself into my ramblings. One part I do admit too is sex with my father, we have been lovers right up until his death. It is for me nothing to be ashamed for, as we took precautions, the sex was great, daddy was an oversized man, who stretched and shaped my vagina at will, I was his willing subject, learning to please men, his fiends, singularly and in small groups, hence my fertile imagination.
I really mean this guys, please enjoy what I write, and please tell me so, not in some secret letter to me, but immediately after the story, remember you are getting an insight in my sex life, told in flowing text and detail, surely a little comment afterwards, for me to read, and perhaps enjoy, just as you did, is not much to ask.
Lots of love and happy wanking Mariel
Have I ever been caught in an embarrassing moment, I have to admit I have, twice in fact, both times separated by a few hours, but both as a young girl, an age when sexuality takes over, and self gratification overrides self imposed barriers of morality.
We girls suffer hormonal imbalances during puberty, intense flushes of new feelings and mood swings, an increased awareness of men lusting for you, and it does not help when what they desire, constantly sends streams of pleasurable feelings to your brain, when crossing and uncrossing your legs, or thigh squeezing, points to the simple fact, a little pressure here or a little rub there, will give you what it is your body craves.
Of course, as a little girl, lap sitting and friendly eyes were all you needed to know who loved you, one in a naughty way, the other in a friendly way, the later a stick of sweet rock, the former a different stick of rock, with a not so sweet taste.
I was still in my single digit years when I first tasted a man, well not him directly, but his warm semen.
It was in a toilet cubical he had just vacated, in which he left his magazine with its painted page open for me to see the image of a spread-eagled naked woman covered in warm sperm.
He smiled as I went in, even holding the door open for me, and the magazine sitting on the sink.
I looked at it, poked my little finger in the globulous thick semen, now running out of solution and forming a pool along the stapled center, and like a little curious chemist I just had to play with it between my fingers, smell it, and taste it, its acrid saltiness, and silky feeling, arousing more curiosity than feelings of a sexual nature.
I sat in the cubical and played with it, looking at the photos in the porn magazine, and learnt what adults do in all their graphic detail to produce this liquid.
I left the cubical a changed little girl, the magazine stuffed down behind the pan, my nipples and vulva, coated and smeared, such was my curiosity, and I am sure the man who's sperm coated my most intimate of body parts, would have thrilled if he knew, what I did behind the locked door.
It was seven years later, at fifteen, when my body screamed out daily for contact. Every morning I woke wet, and every morning I whacked a quick orgasm, for me it was easy, I had a good imagination, watched tons of porn, and played with my mothers dildo and vibrator collection.
It was on one such morning I lay on top of my bed naked and playing, when I heard a noise, and jumped up.
I thought I was alone in the house, but apparently not. My bedroom adjoined my sister's room, and as I moved around I saw it was ajar ever so slightly.
The door could only just be seen from where I lay as the wardrobe hid most of it. I was both scared and excited in a mixture that seemed to focus on my crotch, I was still completely naked as I moved around, the vibrator still buzzed on the bed.
I pulled the adjoining door open, and immediately noted the room was empty. I stepped into the room and immediately stood on something wet.
It was a pool of warm semen, freshly deposited, no doubt aided and abetted by my moaning and twisting in front of him.
I pulled on my t-shirt, barely covering my mid-thighs and marched into the living room, where my daddy sat, pretend reading a newspaper. I say pretend, as daddy was reading it upside down.
'Daddy how could you', I blurted outright. 'What', he meekly replied? I looked at him, he seemed different, still my daddy, but a man, and I was in a heightened state of arousal, which brought with it a sense of bravado, an opportunity.
With mommy away, I felt more feminine at that moment, 'You know daddy, you were spying on me', I scolded, ironically, in the same manner I was scolded whenever my hand was caught in the cooky jar.
His protestations fell on deaf ears, I was having nothing off it, mostly because I wanted to be spied upon, a trait that even today as a woman I engineer.
'Next time daddy, have the courtesy to say so', and the expression on his face just changed, I mean, how many men are confronted by their teenage daughters telling them its OK to watch them masturbate, but then again, how many girls are aware their daddies are.
As I turned to leave he said, 'Make sure you clean and put back in their right place, your mothers toys'.
I flashed a look at him, 'How about buying me my own toys'?
I could see the cogs churning away inside his head. It was a fathers duty to attend to the well-being of his daughters, though I think buying her sex-toys at 15 might be stretching it a bit, but he agreed, which conveniently leads my into my next getting caught, with a more pleasurable ending.
We drove into the city and parked, I did not know where it was but daddy did, as mummy visited here to buy hers.
We wound down some allays and arrived outside a windowless shop, with a sign stating 18 and older only. I looked at daddy, but he just removed his dark glasses and handed them to me, then held the door open.
The c***d in me came out, this was sex on every wall, and as soon as I stepped inside I felt every bit a woman, I stopped and looked around this cavernous room filled with everything for human pleasures, not really realizing where I stood, was the best sex toy any man could possibly have wrapped around his hard cock, me.
'Cool', the word slipped from my pursed pouting lips, glistening with lip gloss to simulate a woman's wet pussy, which mine was at this very moment.
Daddy shook his head in mock shock, but seeing his daughters dark sexual side held him in a sexual awe, why else would a man take his u******e girl shopping in a den of iniquity, besides his hard-on was showing.
I was dressed in the minimalist sense, mini skirted and ankle boots, bare legged and thonged, small tits allowed for a bra-less experience, large hard nipples spoke wonders and sent messages to horny men, even daddy did not complain or object, so I wandered, out of sight but not out of mind, daddy had already shown me he was a voyeur, and I his daughter, was the opposite, so I walked and daddy followed at a distance, that excited my more, and the sting of my thong soaked as I self lubricated, a sheen of vaginal fluid coated my upper thighs and crotch, each step I took heightened my need as I moved amongst the appreciative men around me, I just knew I would exit this shop a different person, a non virgin.
'What are you into', a voice quietly asked me. I turned to be confronted my a youngish guy with a badge on his lapel, with the words 'Assistant', written boldly in capital lettering.
'Just looking', I replied, my voice shaking, it did not take rocket science for him to know I was a young teen girl.
'You have some ID', he asked and the word, 'Fuck' screamed through my head. 'Left it at home, but my father is back there', and I pointed him out.
'Listen, Father and Daughter, Old man and school chick, I dont give a shit, so I need some ID', and he held out his hand.
I was panicking, I was about to be turfed out of this little corner of female paradise, I was really into being in here, enjoying the thought of the men around me, when he interjected again, 'Look I know you're too young for here, actually if it were me I would let you in at twelve, you know, big enough to bleed, big enough to be butchered'.
There was hope and my demeanor brightened. I reached into my shoulder bag and took out my school pass and handed it to him.
He reached out and removed my fathers dark glasses and studied my face, 'You're a looker, I will give you that.
'Can I stay'? He looked at me, 'Leave these off and let the guys see how delicious you are', he said with a mock smile on his face, I returned the smile, only mine was more genuine.
'Follow me', and he turned and walked back to his counter, and started to type down, then scan my pass, 'Look into the camera', and I turned to be photographed, on record for my visit, 'Your kind of hot for here', he said as he typed, not needing to look p at me as the camera was recording my face.
'You have a mobile', I replied I did, gave him the number and my email, Facebook and Twitter details, and dont ask me why, but my passwords as well.
'I see your sister shopped here'? 'My mother actually', I replied. 'Interesting, like mother like daughter', and he looked up and studied my face then looked in daddies direction, father too, interesting family', I just smiled meekly.
'OK Mariel', he said my name, looking at my pass and handed it back to me, 'Let me show you around'.
I told him it was OK, I could show myself around, but he was insistent. 'You see this establishment also has places for instant gratification', he saw a flicker of confusion momentarily cross my face.
He came closer and whispered, 'You like to watch guys have a wank, see them cumming'?
In fact I did, but tried as hard as I could not to reveal that trait, 'maybe you like to suck a cock or two, or take one in the ass', this was too much, but I was being reeled-in, this really was becoming everything I felt like doing right now.
We went through a curtain and into a corridor, this place was even larger back here than out front.
We stopped and he opened a door, stood aside and beckoned for me to enter, which I did, to be confronted by a wooden box, like wardrobe, with holes all around it's sides.
I pretended I did not know what it was, but he wasted no time in explaining its purpose. 'Men stick their cocks in these holes, and you Mariel, can suck them and fuck them, till your hearts content'.
He studied my face for a reaction, it was frozen, I think I was wetting myself as something, sweat, piss or pussy juice was running down my legs.
'What do you say Mariel', he asked me, all the time taking his hard cock out for me to see.
I walked into the cubical and he closed the door behind me, 'Snibb it' he said and I turned and locked it behind me. There was a screen on the wall and a remote controller, but the cock that came through one of the holes, hard and aching for a feminine touch, mad me sink to my knees and lick it.
His moaning put fire into my belly, it was what I craved for all that morning and I took him deep into my mouth, then suddenly another cock appeared and another, the holes were filling up, even behind me, so I got up and pushed one against my bum, it felt good, so I sucked and fucked, protection never crossed my mind, as sperm shot and flowed in copious amounts.
After a short while a piece of paper was shoved through one of the holes, it just read, 'Turn-on the TV'.
I still had a cock in my pussy, humping away like crazy, I mean who could blame them, but as the picture focused, it was outside the box and the guys with their cocks inside the holes, and surprise surprise, it was daddies cock having its turn inside me, there was no doubting the owners sense of propriety, he just had to let me know my daddy was fucking me.
But what I did not know was that inside the box there also was a camera, so the men outside could see the schoolgirl suck and fuck them, again the owner was just minting it, and I was doing all the work.
I really mean this guys, please enjoy what I write, and please tell me so, not in some secret letter to me, but immediately after the story, remember you are getting an insight in my sex life, told in flowing text and detail, surely a little comment afterwards, for me to read, and perhaps enjoy, just as you did, is not much to ask.
Lots of love and happy wanking Mariel
Have I ever been caught in an embarrassing moment, I have to admit I have, twice in fact, both times separated by a few hours, but both as a young girl, an age when sexuality takes over, and self gratification overrides self imposed barriers of morality.
We girls suffer hormonal imbalances during puberty, intense flushes of new feelings and mood swings, an increased awareness of men lusting for you, and it does not help when what they desire, constantly sends streams of pleasurable feelings to your brain, when crossing and uncrossing your legs, or thigh squeezing, points to the simple fact, a little pressure here or a little rub there, will give you what it is your body craves.
Of course, as a little girl, lap sitting and friendly eyes were all you needed to know who loved you, one in a naughty way, the other in a friendly way, the later a stick of sweet rock, the former a different stick of rock, with a not so sweet taste.
I was still in my single digit years when I first tasted a man, well not him directly, but his warm semen.
It was in a toilet cubical he had just vacated, in which he left his magazine with its painted page open for me to see the image of a spread-eagled naked woman covered in warm sperm.
He smiled as I went in, even holding the door open for me, and the magazine sitting on the sink.
I looked at it, poked my little finger in the globulous thick semen, now running out of solution and forming a pool along the stapled center, and like a little curious chemist I just had to play with it between my fingers, smell it, and taste it, its acrid saltiness, and silky feeling, arousing more curiosity than feelings of a sexual nature.
I sat in the cubical and played with it, looking at the photos in the porn magazine, and learnt what adults do in all their graphic detail to produce this liquid.
I left the cubical a changed little girl, the magazine stuffed down behind the pan, my nipples and vulva, coated and smeared, such was my curiosity, and I am sure the man who's sperm coated my most intimate of body parts, would have thrilled if he knew, what I did behind the locked door.
It was seven years later, at fifteen, when my body screamed out daily for contact. Every morning I woke wet, and every morning I whacked a quick orgasm, for me it was easy, I had a good imagination, watched tons of porn, and played with my mothers dildo and vibrator collection.
It was on one such morning I lay on top of my bed naked and playing, when I heard a noise, and jumped up.
I thought I was alone in the house, but apparently not. My bedroom adjoined my sister's room, and as I moved around I saw it was ajar ever so slightly.
The door could only just be seen from where I lay as the wardrobe hid most of it. I was both scared and excited in a mixture that seemed to focus on my crotch, I was still completely naked as I moved around, the vibrator still buzzed on the bed.
I pulled the adjoining door open, and immediately noted the room was empty. I stepped into the room and immediately stood on something wet.
It was a pool of warm semen, freshly deposited, no doubt aided and abetted by my moaning and twisting in front of him.
I pulled on my t-shirt, barely covering my mid-thighs and marched into the living room, where my daddy sat, pretend reading a newspaper. I say pretend, as daddy was reading it upside down.
'Daddy how could you', I blurted outright. 'What', he meekly replied? I looked at him, he seemed different, still my daddy, but a man, and I was in a heightened state of arousal, which brought with it a sense of bravado, an opportunity.
With mommy away, I felt more feminine at that moment, 'You know daddy, you were spying on me', I scolded, ironically, in the same manner I was scolded whenever my hand was caught in the cooky jar.
His protestations fell on deaf ears, I was having nothing off it, mostly because I wanted to be spied upon, a trait that even today as a woman I engineer.
'Next time daddy, have the courtesy to say so', and the expression on his face just changed, I mean, how many men are confronted by their teenage daughters telling them its OK to watch them masturbate, but then again, how many girls are aware their daddies are.
As I turned to leave he said, 'Make sure you clean and put back in their right place, your mothers toys'.
I flashed a look at him, 'How about buying me my own toys'?
I could see the cogs churning away inside his head. It was a fathers duty to attend to the well-being of his daughters, though I think buying her sex-toys at 15 might be stretching it a bit, but he agreed, which conveniently leads my into my next getting caught, with a more pleasurable ending.
We drove into the city and parked, I did not know where it was but daddy did, as mummy visited here to buy hers.
We wound down some allays and arrived outside a windowless shop, with a sign stating 18 and older only. I looked at daddy, but he just removed his dark glasses and handed them to me, then held the door open.
The c***d in me came out, this was sex on every wall, and as soon as I stepped inside I felt every bit a woman, I stopped and looked around this cavernous room filled with everything for human pleasures, not really realizing where I stood, was the best sex toy any man could possibly have wrapped around his hard cock, me.
'Cool', the word slipped from my pursed pouting lips, glistening with lip gloss to simulate a woman's wet pussy, which mine was at this very moment.
Daddy shook his head in mock shock, but seeing his daughters dark sexual side held him in a sexual awe, why else would a man take his u******e girl shopping in a den of iniquity, besides his hard-on was showing.
I was dressed in the minimalist sense, mini skirted and ankle boots, bare legged and thonged, small tits allowed for a bra-less experience, large hard nipples spoke wonders and sent messages to horny men, even daddy did not complain or object, so I wandered, out of sight but not out of mind, daddy had already shown me he was a voyeur, and I his daughter, was the opposite, so I walked and daddy followed at a distance, that excited my more, and the sting of my thong soaked as I self lubricated, a sheen of vaginal fluid coated my upper thighs and crotch, each step I took heightened my need as I moved amongst the appreciative men around me, I just knew I would exit this shop a different person, a non virgin.
'What are you into', a voice quietly asked me. I turned to be confronted my a youngish guy with a badge on his lapel, with the words 'Assistant', written boldly in capital lettering.
'Just looking', I replied, my voice shaking, it did not take rocket science for him to know I was a young teen girl.
'You have some ID', he asked and the word, 'Fuck' screamed through my head. 'Left it at home, but my father is back there', and I pointed him out.
'Listen, Father and Daughter, Old man and school chick, I dont give a shit, so I need some ID', and he held out his hand.
I was panicking, I was about to be turfed out of this little corner of female paradise, I was really into being in here, enjoying the thought of the men around me, when he interjected again, 'Look I know you're too young for here, actually if it were me I would let you in at twelve, you know, big enough to bleed, big enough to be butchered'.
There was hope and my demeanor brightened. I reached into my shoulder bag and took out my school pass and handed it to him.
He reached out and removed my fathers dark glasses and studied my face, 'You're a looker, I will give you that.
'Can I stay'? He looked at me, 'Leave these off and let the guys see how delicious you are', he said with a mock smile on his face, I returned the smile, only mine was more genuine.
'Follow me', and he turned and walked back to his counter, and started to type down, then scan my pass, 'Look into the camera', and I turned to be photographed, on record for my visit, 'Your kind of hot for here', he said as he typed, not needing to look p at me as the camera was recording my face.
'You have a mobile', I replied I did, gave him the number and my email, Facebook and Twitter details, and dont ask me why, but my passwords as well.
'I see your sister shopped here'? 'My mother actually', I replied. 'Interesting, like mother like daughter', and he looked up and studied my face then looked in daddies direction, father too, interesting family', I just smiled meekly.
'OK Mariel', he said my name, looking at my pass and handed it back to me, 'Let me show you around'.
I told him it was OK, I could show myself around, but he was insistent. 'You see this establishment also has places for instant gratification', he saw a flicker of confusion momentarily cross my face.
He came closer and whispered, 'You like to watch guys have a wank, see them cumming'?
In fact I did, but tried as hard as I could not to reveal that trait, 'maybe you like to suck a cock or two, or take one in the ass', this was too much, but I was being reeled-in, this really was becoming everything I felt like doing right now.
We went through a curtain and into a corridor, this place was even larger back here than out front.
We stopped and he opened a door, stood aside and beckoned for me to enter, which I did, to be confronted by a wooden box, like wardrobe, with holes all around it's sides.
I pretended I did not know what it was, but he wasted no time in explaining its purpose. 'Men stick their cocks in these holes, and you Mariel, can suck them and fuck them, till your hearts content'.
He studied my face for a reaction, it was frozen, I think I was wetting myself as something, sweat, piss or pussy juice was running down my legs.
'What do you say Mariel', he asked me, all the time taking his hard cock out for me to see.
I walked into the cubical and he closed the door behind me, 'Snibb it' he said and I turned and locked it behind me. There was a screen on the wall and a remote controller, but the cock that came through one of the holes, hard and aching for a feminine touch, mad me sink to my knees and lick it.
His moaning put fire into my belly, it was what I craved for all that morning and I took him deep into my mouth, then suddenly another cock appeared and another, the holes were filling up, even behind me, so I got up and pushed one against my bum, it felt good, so I sucked and fucked, protection never crossed my mind, as sperm shot and flowed in copious amounts.
After a short while a piece of paper was shoved through one of the holes, it just read, 'Turn-on the TV'.
I still had a cock in my pussy, humping away like crazy, I mean who could blame them, but as the picture focused, it was outside the box and the guys with their cocks inside the holes, and surprise surprise, it was daddies cock having its turn inside me, there was no doubting the owners sense of propriety, he just had to let me know my daddy was fucking me.
But what I did not know was that inside the box there also was a camera, so the men outside could see the schoolgirl suck and fuck them, again the owner was just minting it, and I was doing all the work.
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