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Dear Diary, I am Reshma. The little one of the incest family. My mom, Reena must have introduced me to you already. But I think she toned down the details a lot. Yes, I agree with what she said describing me absolutely. I am a sex-loving freak. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I am much more than that. To be blatant, if I don’t get to have sex one day, I will commit suicide. I am not lying believe me. It’s like food or oxygen to some people. To me, no sex no life.

“Fuck me properly you weirdo!”, I bickered at Raj. “OK OK. Sorry”, Raj retorted in despair. “Get off of me and wait for a while. I got some work to do”, I replied with contempt. Sorry, I forgot to mention. I am being fucked by my classmate right before I pushed him aside. I took his laptop and started to type down an entry as I promised to my mom. By the way, this loser’s name is Raj. A typical geek. Skinny with a pair of glasses. Apparently, he had this major crush on me since forever. I met him at a pub a couple hours ago. I had a good amount of cocktails by then when he noticed me and started to yap about all the nonsense in the world. I shushed him after a while when it seemed to not end any time soon.

He apologized and quietly confessed he has a huge crush on me since he first laid his eyes on me. I don’t know what turned me on. Maybe what I felt was the pity I don’t know. 30 minutes later, we were driving to his home. He didn’t stop his chatter all the way to his home. I had to plug-in my earphones into my iPhone and shut myself off from him until we reached his home. To tell you honestly, I was completely high when all this shit was happening.

I remember entering his house silently, tiptoeing upstairs to his bedroom, closing the door as quietly as we could and then next thing I could recount after my little booze-nap, Raj was running his tiny penis into my dry pussy. He was having difficulty to fuck me as my pussy was not at all prepared. It’s all dry as one’s hair on a summer day in a beach. First thing I did was to laugh out loud. “What’s wrong?”, he asked innocently. I kept laughing not even caring to reply to his stupid dumbass question. “Reshma! What’s the matter? Am I hurting you?”, he kept questioning.

To this question, I couldn’t stop laughing, it turned into hysterical agony. I pushed him aside and said, “You don’t how I feel right now asshole. I feel nothing. Do you even have a cock? Dipshit”. To this retort, you should see his face. Perfect poker face. By then I was back to my senses. I felt somewhere deep inside sorry for him. It was my mistake to agree to sleep with him. So, I gathered myself and set out to show him some good time and then just go home and sleep. “OK, Raj. Here is the thing. I will show you how to fuck. OK? What you’re doing is nothing. So shut your mouth and lay down on your back”, and I started to climb on his teeny tiny dick in cowgirl position.

I licked my fingers and rubbed it on my pussy to make it wet. He seemed to be aroused by looking at what I am doing. He started to hold my boobs. I slapped them away and ordered him to dare not touch me until told to. He was smiling slyly but still obliged. After the pussy was wet enough, I teased him little by touching my pussy to the tip of his cock and lifting up myself away from his needle. Suddenly, a jolt of flashback ran through my mind. This is what I did exactly to my dad when I fucked him for the first time. I recollected myself again and started to ride him, lowering my cunt completely down onto his cock. It was totally inside my pussy but I could feel a huge gap between his cock thrusts and my sweet spot inside.

I rode him for a while and I was bored as hell. I got up and lied down beside him. He hurriedly came on top of me, begging to comply with him. “Oh God. Not again”, I said to myself and defiantly spread my legs apart welcoming his toothpick to nibble my cave. What he was doing was a joke. I sighed deeply and thought of the deja vu that hit me moments before. Of my dad. All the while, Raj was fucking me. Or should I say it ‘fucking’? Nonsense. I got an idea. I have been postponing my mom’s request to update my first entry. I must beat Nihitha to it. This is the time, I thought to myself. I looked at Raj. I felt dejected and angry.

“Fuck me properly you weirdo!”, I bickered at Raj. “OK OK. Sorry”, Raj retorted in despair. “Get off of me and wait for a while. I got some work to do”, I replied in contempt. Raj seemed to be completely in shock. “Work? Now?”, he stopped whatever he was doing to me and asked in confusion. “I need to write down a blog post online. Give me your laptop and I am all yours tonight”, I said lazily and then he ran to his computer table, brought back his laptop, logged in and offered it to me. I sighed in relief, at least I have something to occupy myself with. “Go on. Fuck my brains out (If you can, dumbass)”, I waved him off my signal. I placed his laptop on my chest, legs wide open for Raj and started to type.

And now we are on the same timeline. This is the present as I am typing while being fucked by Raj. I don’t want to be disturbed while typing so I have decided to keep him interested. I faked, “Yes baby. I love your cock inside me. Fuck my pussy. Take me to heaven”. To this, Raj got excited and started to lick my pussy hungrily. Now, my dad Prakash. I love him. I love his rugged face. His deep eyes. His long neck. His broad shoulders. His huge chest. His sweet smelling cock. His sack of balls. I love him. How I wish he is with me right now?!

I will tell you how it happened to me with my dad for the first time. I just had my graduation ceremony. And it was my birthday too. I was completely totaled. Drunk to the core. I somehow, after the party managed to get into my house and my room and to my astonishment, my dad was sleeping in my bed. I shut the door closed right then and walked to my sister Sindhu’s room. She hung the sign ‘Do Not Disturb’ on her door hook, which means she’s getting her share of semen for the day. I was gutted and unwillingly moved to the next door, of Nihitha’s, my second sister. “Nihitha?”, I whispered and then the lights turned on in her room. She was there, sitting on her bed.

“How’s your grad party?”, she asked me coyly. “I am in deep shit Nihitha save me. I am too drunk right now. Dad is in my room. Why? Can I sleep with you tonight?”, I begged her I don’t know why. “You must have forgotten today’s special occasion idiot”, she started to smile. “What? My birthday?”, I asked unaware of the fact that my dad was waiting for me in my bedroom. It struck like a lightning bolt. I remembered the 21st birthdays of both my sisters Sindhu and Nihitha. Those were the days when they both were a part of our Incest family. Of course, my elder sister Sindhu didn’t like it a bit. But I have been waiting for it since my teenage.

“Goodbye”, I jumped out of her room excitedly. “Close the door idiot”, Nihitha laughed shyly and went back to sleep, I guess. I went back into my room. Lights are still on. Dad was sleeping sound. My heart was racing as fast as it could. “Ahem”, I cleared my throat loud enough to wake him up. “Who’s that? Reena? Oh, hey Reshma. You’re back. How was the party?, he asked groggy-eyed. “Err OK I reckon”, I replied very very shyly. He noticed the fingers of my bare feet rubbing the floor in utter shy. “Come here darling”, he called me smiling. I moved to him and sat down beside him on my bed.

“Raj! Stop licking my pussy already OK? Just fuck me for God’s sake”, I shouted at Raj. Sorry for the interruption, but the ruckus he is causing is driving me nuts. Raj inserted his cock into me and tried to hold my boobs. But they were hidden by the laptop, on which I am typing down now. “Boobs Reshma?”, he asked frightening by the look on my face, which is already red in anger. He seemed to got his reply and went back to the business. That is fucking me. I feel ashamed to say this. I am fucked by this nobody. My mom would slap me if ever she comes to know what a snob I have been getting laid for tonight.

Coming to the story, my dad held me closer by placing his hand on my shoulder. I can smell his cologne. It turned me insanely on. “You’re drunk”, he said quietly. “Sorry dad”, I replied. “Don’t be. It will help you to calm down your fears if you have any, about what’s going to happen now”, he said condescendingly. I don’t what’s gotten into me then. Maybe because I am drunk. Maybe the hunger and thirst I have kept inside myself for years to fuck my dad. I jumped onto his lap and started to kiss him. He kissed me back passionately. I can hear the giggles of my mom and Nihitha outside the door. I couldn’t care less. I kissed as if it was my birthright.

“You’re a grown woman now”, he said smilingly, holding and weighing my boobs. He then lifted me and threw me down gently onto the bed. In a swift motion, he removed my dress, including my underwear and bra. For the first time, I was completely naked before my dad. He started licking my pussy. It was already wet as a river. But his gentle lick moments inside my pussy is yet to be replicated by someone else. My dad is a master at this. “Oh dad! I wanted this for so long. Lick me now dad. Lick my pussy. It’s all yours”, I started to moan. He pressed my boobs while kissing my pussy.

I am writing the diary, right? I have to be honest. I had my orgasm then and there. Usually, it takes a long long time for me to reach the climax. Sometimes I never reach at all. But on that day, my dad made me his little whore just by eating my pussy. “Let me taste your dick”, I asked my dad. “All yours honey”, he replied and slept on his back on the cot. I tied my messy hair into a bun and started to give my dad his first ever hardcore blowjob from his little princess. I am sure he enjoyed it a lot by the look of his expressions. “That’s my girl. You have got your mother’s talent baby”, he kept moaning in pleasure.

I was in ecstasy. I made my dad cry in pleasure. Bringing him down to his innate animal pleasure. “Fuck me Reshma. Fuck your daddy”, he ordered like a king. I sat on his dick, couldn’t control myself any longer. “Fuck me honey”, he kept on saying. I wanted to tease him a while. Like I played with Raj, I began to play with my dad by touching the tip of his cock with my cunt and then lifting myself upwards. “You filthy whore”, he was waiting for it. I kept denying. With immense force, he got up, lifting me too with him and slammed me down onto the bed face downwards.

“Oh, dad. Yes”, I moaned, as he inserted his dick into my pussy from behind. My senses went numb. My ears started to ring. Goosebumps everywhere. He slammed my butt cheeks while fucking in the reverse-cowboy position. I cried, trust me. Cried in both pain and ecstasy together. “Dad, please. You’re hurting me”, I cried. “Now you know how you did hurt me when you played with my cock tip”, he replied tantalizingly and kept on ramming his cock. “ Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me dad. Fuck me. Ah”, I cried in loud protests. Strangely, we both reached our orgasms at the same time. It was the sweetest sensation I had ever felt. I swear it lasted for at least 15 seconds.

My dad quickly removed his cock out of my pussy and ejaculate his semen on my buttocks and started to rub and spread it out on my butt cheeks. I was so tired by then, I slept in the exact same position then and there. My dad slept beside me the whole night, running his fingers through my hair. The last thing I heard him say before I dozed off is “You’re my baby girl. I love you. Whoever you may marry in the future, I will be the one to fuck you harder and better”. I remember smiling to myself.

“Ah! Oh my God I am coming. Baby I am coming”, shouted Raj as his dick erupted the white-hot flames of sperm on my thighs. “Finally”, I said to his face. “Did you reach your orgasm? How was it for you?”, he asked me proudly. “Are you kidding me” Hold this laptop for me”, I ordered him. He did as I said while searched his room for something stronger. Raj kept smiling for a long while. He fucked the best girl in his class. Why wouldn’t he! I found a half-eaten cucumber his computer desk. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed it, sat on the chair, lifted my right leg onto the seat and inserted it into my pussy. The half-eaten cucumber is already moist from the bites taken by Raj apparently sometime before.

“Oh, God. It’s turning me on again”, Raj cried, looking at me masturbating with the veggie. “Don’t. Just leave me alone and watch”, I bickered and started to pound myself harder with the cucumber. After inevitability, I came. Half of the cucumber was covered with my pussy juice. I threw it at Raj, which he caught and started to eat happily. Raj still claims to have saved a bit of that cucumber in his memorable collection box, which includes all his medals and prizes, as a souvenir. After all, Reshma fucked him. I went home later that night. After updating the remaining incidents into the diary, I slept like a baby. Dreaming about my dad fucking me. He is about to return from his field work tomorrow. It’s going to be a fun weekend this Sunday.

Bye, bye Diary. It’s fun talking to you.

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Dear Dirty Diary, Giggles and whispers filtered through into my recurrent dream staring The Devil’s Dick. His big black penis stood fire hose stiff as I tore the wrapper off the extra large condom I took out of my purse. As I rolled the slippery latex sheath down his extraordinary erection, I was delighted to find it fit perfectly right down to its base. I cranked his seatback lower, whipped my jeans and panties off, swung my left leg over and straddled him. I centered the head of his penis...

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March 18th, 1985: Dear Diary, Well it finally happened. I cheated on my husband, and I did it only two weeks after our anniversary. It’s funny that just yesterday, Roy tried to convince me to have a kid, but I am sure glad I took the pill today because Branden came a lot. I’m certain that Roy would be very angry at the thought of his childhood friend fucking me for hours today, but I don’t care because the sex was amazing, and I loved it.March 19th: Roy doesn’t have a clue. I made love to him...

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23/09/2016 Dear diary, I do realize how stupid it is for me to write in a diary. I mean, no one does it anymore in this day and age. And now that I think of it, I was born in a world where social media and the Internet had already become mainstream. I don’t remember ever using an Ethernet cable. Wifi was something I had always take for granted. A time without wireless internet? I can’t believe it. But we’re getting off topic. The reason why I bought you from the university bookstore was...

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Dear Dirty Diary I turned forty-seven in December and for the first time in my life, felt a need to record my most personal thoughts and actions. My husband told me it would put everything into perspective and pointed out that someday when I'm old and gray, I'll have these memories to cherish. Of late, I have been hopelessly preoccupied with matters of the heart. In particular, urges of a sexual nature have bordered on becoming an obsession. I'll be the first to admit that my desire had waned...

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Dear Diary Dear Diary, Something happened to me tonight. It was very unexpected. Was it a nice surprise?I'm still trying to work that one out. Was it something I would have wantedto happen? Or, even invited to happen? Definitely not! By writing this in youI suppose I am trying to make sense of what happened and my feelings towardsit. Maybe if I start from the beginning it will make more sense and I'll understandit more I had been feeling horny most of the day and so decided to make a night...

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Dear Diary #1You will never believe what happened today. Jimmy Johnson actually tried to kiss me. I was so disgusted that I almost hurled on him. I mean come on, if you are going to try to kiss a girl, at least take a shower that week and use a breath mint or something. I was pushing him away, and thankfully my br0ther was watching out for me, so he dragged the jerk away before he got anywhere. Thank god, I want my first kiss to be something special, not some gross jerk f0rcing himself on me.I...

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Dear Diary

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August 19, 2002Dear Diary,“What if my husband had strayed once or twice,” had run through my head as I left Al’s science room down the hall from my room? I knew the day I thought that I felt a deep kinship at 53 for this man, an 8th grade science teacher, and he wasn’t my husband! I still loved and shared life with my husband but after so many years of marriage, travel two or three days a week in his job, maybe what fluttered inside my body when Al was nice to me was for the first time maybe,...

Dear Dirty Diary part 18

Dear Dirty Diary, A snore from my husband interrupted my sleep and when soft dreamy music and squeals of delight floated into my ears, my eyes popped open. I concentrated, trying to locate its source. Doug was sound asleep, as he should be at 1:18 in the morning. I most carefully slid out of bed, so as not to disturb him and tiptoed downstairs toward the sounds. I paused at Louise’s bedroom door but the music came from further down the hall. Carefully avoiding every creaky floorboard, I...

Dear Dirty Diary part 13

Dear Dirty Diary, Louise advertised in Cornwall, Messina, Montreal, Plattsburg and Burlington newspapers and had brochures printed for the Cornwall travel bureau and outlet malls. Erin and Jeremy suggested they should put adds in This Week back home to draw people we knew down for visits. Within days of their ad, we got a request for lodgings for the third weekend in September from some Whitby people. Given directions for our shortcut through the States, two weary twenty-something...

Dear Dirty Diary part 10

Dear Dirty Diary, A week had passed and Doug announced the completion of our new bed. I checked out all its clothing drawers, the sliding compartments in the headboard and its bed linen bin at its foot. I ran my fingers all over its satin-finished pine and had to admit it was really handsome. My husband had done a beautiful job, but I was concerned with how we’d transport it to Quebec. He told me it was all assembled with deck screws and could be easily broken down into pieces. He said the...

Dear Dirty Diary part 10

Dear Dirty Diary, Over the rest of the visit, Louise and I wandered through the shops down in Huntingdon while Doug explored the area. He seemed infatuated with Lake St. Francis, I suppose because it was reminiscent of Lake Ontario. On our drive back home, he behaved himself admirably, deep in thought. By the end of the following week, he informed me everything was under control. The conniving old fool had talked our k**s into moving into the Marina condo for the year. Erin had an...

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