Subject:     Doing Me With My Parents Home 
Story Codes: mf f-solo oral voy 
Diary Date:  October 21, 1999 
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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Steve and I had been doing it almost daily since he took my virginity 
back in the summer.  Usually we did it in his car or at one of our homes 
when nobody was around.  This time I wanted him to do me when my parents 
were home.  Steve was a bit worried at first but once we got started, he 
soon forgot all about them!

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Sex With Steve  
   Chapter 2 – Watching TV With Steve and My Parents  
   Chapter 3 – In My bedroom With Steve  
   Chapter 4 – After Steve Left


Chapter 1 – Sex With Steve
==========================

There’s something special about Steve, something about him that no other 
boy will ever have so far as I am concerned.  Simply put, he was my 
first, the first boy I sucked, the first boy to fuck me, the one I gave 
my virginity to.   Whenever we’re together, I am always reminded of what 
he has of mine which gives him a special place in my heart nobody can 
ever take.

From what I’ve heard, I was a lot luckier than most girls in that I 
actually enjoyed my first time.  Of course there was some pain when he 
broke through my hymen, but I was well prepared for it thanks to my wise 
mother who gave me “the talk” well ahead of time.  In my case, it not 
only included the mechanics of sex, but also how to prepare myself for my 
first time.  It also didn't hurt that I was NOT Steve’s first.  I can 
only imagine what it would have been like to have been with another 
virgin at the time, both of us nervous and unsure of ourselves.  At least 
with Steve, one of us knew what we were doing!

What makes Steve even extra special for me is that even after he got what 
I knew he wanted from the moment he first looked at me, he didn't just 
dump me afterwards like I was some notch on his belt the way some guys 
do.  One of my closest friends had such a horror story where her guy was 
sweet and kind at first but once she let him in her panties he never 
talked to her again – although he wasn't afraid to tell every guy in 
school he’d scored with her.   Here we were, over three months later, and 
Steve was still dating me exclusively which made me feel very special.

For all these reasons, and maybe mixed with a little concern over having 
to deal with a different guy, I had not even dated another guy since our 
first time, let alone had sex with anyone else.  Steve was still the only 
boy to get to home plate with me – and was making the rounds of the bases 
as fast as he could run!  Sometimes I don’t know who wants it more, him 
or me.  Now it seems that it’s all we do whenever we get together.  Even 
so, it seems the more we do it, the more I want it.

Steve’s parents were divorced and he lived at home with his mom, sister 
and brother.  His sister Sharon was one of my best friends and it was 
through her that I met Steve in the first place. His younger brother was 
a pain, always trying to look up my skirt or whatever whenever I was at 
their house.  Sharon knew all about what Steve and I did but rather than 
being upset or embarrassed, she thought it was cool that her friend and 
brother were doing it.

When you’re our age, there aren’t as many options as to where to have 
sex.  Of course there’s always the family car where Steve had screwed me 
a number of times in both the front and back seats; but it was awkward 
and lost its allure after the first few times.  We did it most anywhere 
we could get away with it – movie theaters, parks, school, church, even 
the school playground.  The best times, though, were when our parents 
were out and we had our bedrooms to ourselves and could relax and be 
comfortable.  Not to say we always did it in a bed, but you get the 
picture.

There was ONE minor detail that Steve didn’t know about, and that was the 
extent to which my parents knew what he was doing with their daughter.  
My mom has always been my closest friend and since I was a little girl I 
have confided everything to her.  She was the first person I told after I 
gave Steve my first BJ and the first after Steve took my virginity.  She 
taught me to masturbate and even kept an open offer to me to use her 
impressive collection of dildos she kept in the drawer by her bed (I 
prefer my fingers so I don't use them all that much).  When I was eight 
she caught me watching my dad masturbate and that same night she had me 
hold my dad’s dick to understand what was happening to him.   You can 
imagine how shocked I was at that age to see his cum spurting from his 
cock all over me!  Even though I’ve not touched him since, at least I 
understood at an early age how a male penis worked.

Given how much my parents knew, it was sort of funny to watch Steve try 
to pretend nothing sexual was going on between us when we were around my 
parents.   If he only knew I told them everything each time I came home 
from a date.  Heck, they even knew about how Steve’s mom had joined in 
with us a couple of weeks earlier.  Steve would have probably died had he 
known they knew about that particular day, especially the part where he 
fucked his own mother right in front of me!


Chapter 2 – Watching TV With Steve and My Parents
=================================================

So now it was a typical Thursday night with Steve over at my house 
watching TV with me.  We were suppose to be doing homework but there were 
a couple of shows I wanted to watch first so we were on the couch 
together, watching along with my parents.  Steve had his arm around me 
with his hand resting on the back of the couch which I found rather 
amusing.  Had we been alone I knew where it would be – groping my boobs! 
They may not be as big as the ones on the other girls he use to date, but 
he seemed to enjoy playing with them all the same and I certainly didn’t 
mind! Obviously it was my parent’s presence that was keeping him from 
fondling me which was comical considering it was no big deal for ME to 
play with them when he wasn’t around.

Growing up as an only child, my parents treated me as an adult from an 
early age, or at least not as condescending as most parents are with 
their kids.  They spoke to me like I was an equal rather than a child, 
discussing matters from religion and politics to even sex with no holds 
barred.  I hesitate to say we had an “open” home when it came to nudity 
as too many people use that term to describe something I consider kinky.  
At our house we don’t run around naked or deliberately expose ourselves 
to each other, and NEVER with any sexual intentions.  

For instance, we have always been nude in the hot tub for as long as I 
can remember but going to and from the tub we usually wear a towel or 
robe.   I started sleeping in the nude when I was twelve, at first to 
mimic my parents and then getting to where I just enjoyed the comfort 
that comes without wearing anything to bed.  However, once I get up I 
immediately put something on to cover myself up to some extent.  Thus 
unless I’m dressing or passing between the bathroom and my bedroom, my 
parents didn't usually see me nude around the house unless I’m 
masturbating.

Speaking of masturbation, that’s another thing I have a hard time 
understanding when it comes to other families.  For me, I was taught that 
masturbation is healthy and something everyone needs to do from time to 
time.  How much depends on the person.  When I or my parents feel 
inclined, depending on how bad the need we might wait until we are alone 
or if things are bad enough, then we just do it where we are without 
embarrassment.  The key is it is still a private thing, regardless of 
where you are, and we would never do it with any intention of putting on 
some kind of sick “show” or whatever.  I mean, if I’m watching a show and 
getting turned on by some stud, why not just do it then and there instead 
of putting it off until I go to bed? Steve was a little surprised the 
first time I masturbated in front of him and it took some convincing on 
my part to get him to do it with me around.   Why does our culture make 
it seem like something bad to do when other people are around?

Sitting by Steve, I couldn't help but look at his lap and dream about his 
lovely dick hiding there beneath his jeans.  Mmmmmmm, what I could do 
with it at that moment!  God I love his cock! I don’t think I’ll ever 
grow tired of seeing him grow hard, or especially feeling it getting 
bigger in my mouth when I suck him.   Knowing it’s me that’s causing this 
reaction in him makes me feel incredibly hot and sexy! I would’ve loved 
to reach down and unzip his jeans, pulling his wonderful dick out and 
sucking it right there and then on the couch.  As much as Steve loved me 
to suck his cock, I knew that he would be pretty freaked out if I did it 
now with my parents in the same room so I just had to dream about it.

My pussy was getting warmer by the minute as I started thinking more 
about his dick than the TV show.  If he hadn’t been there I would’ve been 
fingering myself by now but again, I doubted that he was ready to deal 
with me doing myself with my parents in the room.  From my perspective, I 
would’ve been “doing it while my parents were in the room” rather than 
“doing it in front of my parents” but I doubted he was ready to 
understand the subtle but important difference.  Really, it wasn't like I 
had sex with my parents or anything like that! Even then, who was he to 
say anything anyway?

I was squirming more and more as I got hornier and hornier.  My mom 
sneaked a peak at me, now and then, just smiling and shaking her head.  
She knew what was going on with me and no doubt it amused her to see my 
discomfort.  She often teased my about how horny I was all the time, even 
going so far as to say when I was younger that my pussy would wear out if 
I kept playing with it so much.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore.  If I didn't get my hands on that 
incredible dick, and get them on it soon, I was going to go bonkers!

“Hey Steve, don’t you think we should get started on our homework?” I 
asked innocently.

“If you guys want to do it down here, we can turn the TV down if that 
would help,” my dad chimed in.  As much as I loved my dad, I could have 
killed him!  He knew full well what my true intentions were and the last 
thing I needed now was him teasing me!

“Mom!” I whined, looking at my mom for support.

“John...,” my mom said, giving my dad a look telling him to leave me 
alone. My dad took the hint quickly and went back to his newspaper, 
ignoring me again for the moment at least.


Chapter 3 – In My bedroom With Steve
====================================

“C’mon Steve, let’s go up to my room,” I said, sitting up straight and 
grabbing his hand.

“You sure?” he asked, looking at my parents and then back at me.

“Don’t be a fuddy dud, just come on!” I huffed, standing up and pulling 
him up off the couch.  I gave my parents a wave and a little smile and we 
were off for my room.  With the family room in the basement and my 
bedroom on the second floor, it was a bit of a climb but I would have 
climbed Mount Everest at that moment if it meant getting fucked by Steve.  
Once in my bedroom, I hopped up on my bed and laid out flat with my head 
on the pillow.  Steve started to close the door but I raised my hand to 
stop him.

“Leave it partly open,” I told him.

“But what if your parents come up here?”

“The stairs squeak so it’s better to leave the door open so we’ll hear 
them coming than to close it and have them surprise us, don’t you think?”

He seemed to think about it for a minute and then shrugged his shoulders, 
accepting my logic, as twisted as it may have been.

“Well, you just going to stand there or are you going to take my clothes 
off?” I teased him, rolling back and forth on my bed.

Steve took another look at the door which he had left open a couple of 
inches before turning back to me.  One thing I loved about Steve, he was 
as horny as any sixteen year-old boy could be and once his little head 
started to do the thinking, the big one lost all control.  Right now he 
would do most anything to fuck me, and I knew it!

Steve came to my bedside and reached down to undo the zipper on my jeans.  
Whenever we started doing it, I found it interesting to see where he 
wanted to start with me and unzipping my jeans was always a good sign.  
My boobs weren’t exactly the most developed but my pussy and ass were 
light years ahead so it wasn't surprising where he wanted to get to 
first.  After undoing the zipper, I raised my hips up to make it easier 
for him to pull my tight jeans down off my hips and over my legs until he 
had them off of me and tossed them to the floor.  Knowing that I had 
planned for the evening, I hadn’t bothered with panties so my fuzzy brown 
pussy was now exposed for him to view and his eyes were fixated on it for 
the moment.

“You like my little pussy Steve?” I asked him in my best imitation of a 
nine year-old girl.  

I put my hand down to it and ran my fingers through the short fuzzy hair 
that covered it.  It was nothing compared to the thick thatch of black 
curly hair that covered my mom’s, but I knew someday it would grow more.   
Heck, some of my friends were already shaving theirs but for now, I’d 
waited too long for it to come in and I was happy to have it.  I ran a 
finger down between my moist pussy lips and toyed with my tight pussy 
hole, then ran it back up again to my stiffening clit.

“I love to play with my pussy while you watch,” I murmured, “Do you like 
to watch me touch myself Steve?”

Of course he did but I still loved to hear him tell me so.  Having him 
watch me was hot but listening to him tell me how much I was turning him 
on made it so much better!

“You look so hot when you touch yourself,” he said softly, as if he 
didn't want to speak too loud or I might stop or something.  Fat chance 
of THAT happening!

“Show me how it turns you on,” I demanded, “I want to see your cock.”

Steve’s eyes didn't leave my hand as I worked it over my clit and pussy 
but his own hands were unbuckling his belt and then undoing his jeans no 
sooner than the words left my mouth.  We’d been dating long enough that 
he knew what I really wanted.  His pants dropped to his ankles but he 
just left them there as his underwear soon followed and his hard dick 
protruded out from below his sweatshirt.  I loved it when he got hard 
like he was now.  A guy could say anything he wanted and who knew if he 
as telling the truth, but when he looked at you and his dick grew the way 
Steve’s was now, there was no doubt what he was thinking!

“Stroke your dick Steve,” I said, “show me how I turn you on... show me 
what you do at night in bed when you think of me.”

He started to stroke his dick with his right hand and my mouth went dry 
as I imagined my mouth on it instead of his hand.  THAT would come soon, 
I had no doubt whatsoever, but in the meantime I loved seeing him jerking 
off for me.  I took a moment to pull off my own sweatshirt, leaving 
myself nude on my bed in front of him.

“Do you like my body?” I whispered to him as I cupped one of my small 
breasts in my hand while I went back to my pussy with the other.

Steve just nodded, his hand really going to town now on his dick.  The 
way he was going, I wondered how long he was going to hold out!

“Tell me Steve, do you like looking at my fourteen year-old body?” I 
teased him.   I knew I didn't have the figure that girls older than me 
had.  Heck, I didn't have the figure most of the girls MY age had.  There 
was one thing different though, mine was fully exposed to him and he knew 
he could do almost anything he wanted with it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, perhaps as much from his jerking off as 
anything else.

“You want me, don’t you Steve? Tell me how bad you want me.”  “Oh god 
yes...I want you Kelly!”

“Show me how much you want me, make yourself cum for me.”

“Almost there,” he said, panting from his exertions.  He hadn’t moved 
from the spot he started at, his pants still around his ankles as his 
hand stroked his dick even faster now.

“Cum in my mouth... I want you to cum in my mouth,” I quickly told him, 
anxious not to waste one drop of his precious cum.  From experience, I 
knew there was plenty more tonight where this was about to come from so 
why not get started right?

Steve shuffled over to my head and I turned to face him.  I opened my 
mouth just in time as he groaned and put his cock up against my tongue, 
then he started shooting sperm all over it.  More loads quickly followed 
it, most of them going in my mouth and pooling in my cheek.  A little bit 
dripped from my mouth and went down the side of my face and for some 
reason, one of his shots totally missed my mouth and went into my hair on 
the side of my head and cheek.  When he finished I reached out and 
grabbed his dick, pulling it into my mouth and sucking the last drops of 
cum from it.  He shuddered as my tongue played over his sensitive cock 
head.

“Oh that feels so good,” he gasped.

I let his cock drop from my mouth so I could swallow his cum.  It was 
hard laying down so I sat up to make it easier to gulp the gooey mixture 
down.   Steve’s was the only cum I had ever tasted and although at first 
I wasn't too sure about it, over time I had grown to love the flavor of 
him and couldn't wait for my next mouthful.

“Mmmmmmm, that tastes SO good,” I said with a grin on my face.  

I used the sheet to wipe it off my face and chin.  My mom washed my 
sheets every couple of days anyway as I tended to gush when I masturbated 
and came and so she insisted on cleaning the sheets regularly.

Steve’s cock didn't even waver after he came, remaining hard as a rock, 
ready for more action.

“Well, you finally ready to fuck me?” I teased him as I stretched back on 
my bed.  

I felt like such a blatant slut, exposing myself shamelessly to him.  I 
couldn't keep my eyes off his hard dick as I could only imagine the nasty 
thoughts that must be running through his head about now as he looked 
down at his fourteen year-old girlfriend, exposing herself and offering 
herself to him like some whore he’d picked up on the streets of downtown 
Pittsburgh.  Only difference was I didn't charge – at least not money.

“You better believe it!” Steve laughed as he took off his shoes and socks 
so he could get his jeans off finally before he killed himself tripping 
over them.   

His sweatshirt quickly joined the pile of clothes on the floor and then 
my handsome boyfriend was standing nude next to my bed.  Mmmmmmm, I loved 
looking at him naked and my pussy tingled again as I thought of how badly 
he wanted me judging from the stiffness of his stick that was sticking up 
in the air out from his crotch.  It amazed me how he could carry all that 
between his legs and still walk!

“But what if my parents catch us?” I asked naughtily.  Of course, I knew 
the REAL answer to that question but was interesting in getting his 
reaction.  Sure enough, for a moment he looked to the door and I could 
see the flicker of fear in his eyes.

“Ummmmm... are you sure I shouldn’t shut the door all the way?”

I spun on my back so my legs draped over the side of my bed and my head 
was against the side rail by the wall of my daybed.  Grabbing the rail 
with both hands behind my bed for support, I lifted my legs up and over 
me, spreading them wide to give him a perfect view of my pussy and 
asshole.  I almost laughed as I realized it was like a scene straight 
from one of my dad’s porn movies.

“Quit worrying about my parents and pay attention to me,” I pouted.  I 
wiggled my bare bottom naughtily at him and grinned, “Besides, I’ve got 
something waiting for you.”

When a sixteen year-old buy is standing naked in front of a fourteen 
year-old girl spread out nude on front of him, her legs back like a 
stripper giving a front-row view of her crotch, was it any surprise he 
suddenly seemed to forget all about her parents? Steve moved up to the 
edge of my bed and leaned forward such that my naked ass and thighs were 
pressed against him.  He took my legs by the ankles and pushed them back 
further, letting his dick drag over my wet pussy that was craving him so 
badly.  His hips moved in and out as he rubbed his cock against the 
outside of my pussy, wetting it and letting the hard shaft glide over my 
clit.

“God that feels so good Steve,” I moaned, “Put it in me... I want to be 
fucked... God I want you to fuck me so bad!”

If my parents hadn’t been two stories down they would have surely heard 
me as in my uncontrolled lust I couldn't keep my voice level down any 
lower.  It wasn't like I was exactly shouting but my voice was loud and 
firm, reflecting the sexual tension in me that was building up literally 
by the second as his hard dick continued to tease the exterior of my wet 
pussy.

“That’s it... beg for it you dirty slut,” he teased me, “Now it’s your 
turn to tell ME how much you want it... C’mon, tell me, how bad does your 
naughty pussy want my big dick?”

It was all part of the game we’d grown to play the more we did it.  At 
first we just fucked for the sake of fucking.  There was nothing very 
emotional or exotic; we just stripping down and him pushed it in me and 
we both came as quickly as possible.  It was as if at first if we were 
afraid that if we didn't do it fast then maybe something would happen to 
stop us.  Over the past few months, the more he fucked me the more I 
learned to appreciate the emotional side of sex.  Each time he did me it 
became more emotional and less just about the physical pleasure.  I 
learned why my mom claimed that “good” sex was at least 80% emotions and 
20% or less physical manipulation.  I grew to love the teasing, the 
taunting, the dirty talk, the name calling.  As much as Steve wanted to 
hear me beg for him to fuck me, in reality I loved telling him even more.  
I loved it when he called me a slut or a bitch.  It made me feel like 
naughty girl in a wonderful, sexy way.

“God I want you in me,,, fuck me Steve... please!!!!... put your hard 
dick inside of me... I want you to fuck me and then cum inside of me,” I 
pleaded, going on and on as he continued rubbing his hard shaft over me, 
now and then letting his head push against my waiting pussy hole, 
taunting me and then pulling back away again just as I thought he was 
about to push it in me.  

Each time I was sure he was going to give in and put it in me and each 
time he pulled back I felt an increasing sense of urgency and absolute 
NEED to have him in me, no less than I needed to breath.

Fortunately for me now, maybe when he got older Steve would be able to 
hold out longer but not at this age.  His horny dick was taking complete 
control of him and there was only so long it could rub against me without 
demanding to be shoved inside of me.  As I twisted and turned, my body 
screaming for his dick,  I noticed a slight movement outside my door.  
God, someone was watching! The door was barely open so I couldn't see who 
it was but who else could it be except for my father? Damn, how had he 
managed to sneak up without hitting one of the squeaking boards? I never 
seemed to be able to do it in all the years I had tried sneaking upstairs 
without notifying my parents!

I turned my head back quickly as I didn't want Steve to wonder what I was 
looking at.  It was enough for me to know my dad was watching without 
actually seeing him.  What was he thinking now, seeing his fourteen year-
old daughter on her back, begging her boyfriend to fuck her like some 
nasty whore in heat? It was like a scene straight out of one of his “teen 
amateur” porn movies that he loved to watch except in this case I was the 
underage teen and not just some whore of a porn actress.  Was he getting 
excited watching us? On the one hand I couldn't imagine my own father 
getting a hard-on watching his daughter being fucked but then again, as I 
was so often reminded by him AND my mom, he WAS a guy and guys can get 
turned on no matter who it is.  IF he was getting an erection I was sure 
it wasn't because his DAUGHTER was being fucked but rather it was the 
image of a fourteen year-old slut being fucked right in front of him.   
Who could blame him for jerking off under the circumstances? I had little 
doubt he was knowing how he reacted to seeing it on TV.

Now that my dad was watching I wanted Steve to fuck me all the more –if 
that was even possible.  God, Steve had no idea he was about to fuck me 
right in front of my own father! It was one thing a few weeks ago for us 
to find out his mom was watching, but for some reason it just seemed more 
erotic to me for a dad to see his daughter being fucked than for a mom to 
watch her son fucking a girl.  Maybe it was the fact I always thought of 
myself as a “daddy’s girl”, safe in his arms and secure when he was with 
me.  As much as he had heard about the things Steve and I had done, for 
him to finally see with his own eyes the sexual side of his only daughter 
was incredibly erotic, at least for me.

Steve finally had his dick positioned at the entrance to my pussy and 
without any more teasing he thrust his strong hips forward, driving 
himself in me just enough for the tip of his dick to spread me apart but 
not enough to fully penetrate me.

“Quit teasing me, dammit! Fuck me! Fuck Me!” I begged him.  

I wasn't just playing games now, I really DID want him to stop teasing me 
and get on with it.   There comes a point in foreplay when the fun and 
games is over, when you just need to be fucked and get it over with.  
Well, I had long since passed that threshold!

“OK, you asked for it,” he mumbled more to himself as I felt him lean 
into me.   

My pussy felt like it was splitting open, driving my legs apart as his 
cock head forced its way into me.  It felt tight enough around my finger 
let alone pushing something in several times larger.  I lifted my head 
and looked down past my flat stomach where I watched and then gasped as 
the smooth head disappeared inside of me.  It was fascinating to see it 
move inside of me while at the same time I could feel it as it filled me 
up inside.  It was sort of surreal in a way to relate the feeling in me 
with the sight of his cock entering me.  It was like watching one of my 
dad’s porn movies and seeing the guys cock penetrating the whore’s cunt 
yet at the same time this incredible sense of pleasure and lust erupted 
inside of me as his thick shaft rubbed against the sensitive inner walls 
of my pussy.

“That’s it Steve, don’t stop, keep pushing it in me... deeper,” I moaned.  
Despite the overwhelming sensations of being fucked, I was still aware 
that we had an audience and I tried to be sure to speak up loud enough 
for my dad to hear me as well.

“Shit, you’re always so fucking tight,” Steve groaned, grunting as he 
kept the pressure on, pushing his dick up to the hilt inside of me.  Our 
crotches met, the base of his dick pushed up against the outside of my 
pussy.  Steve ground his crotch into me, our pubic hair intertwining.  
His thick black hair mixed with my fuzzy brown , tickling me more than 
anything else.

“Oh yes... don’t move... just stay in me,” I said softly as he held 
himself inside of me.

Steve’s cock was so erect it literally throbbed inside of me, allowing me 
feel his pulse deep inside of my pussy.  Now and then he unconsciously 
shuddered a bit and his dick would jerk in me but that was OK, as it 
added a sense of reality that no dildo could duplicate.  Finally, he 
couldn't hold back anymore and started stroking his cock in and out of 
me.  At first they were full length strokes where he would draw himself 
out of me to the point his dick almost would slip out and then drive back 
in as far as he could penetrate me.  As time went by the strokes 
shortened and got faster.  I knew what that meant so it was time to make 
a change if I didn't want this to end prematurely.

“I want you to fuck me from behind,” I gasped after we had fucked this 
way a while.  

I’d learned that while Steve would fuck me about any way I asked, he 
seemed to prefer good old missionary style and left to his own devices he 
would have stayed like this until he came.  I tend to be the more 
adventurous one, looking for new ways to fuck all the time.  It there was 
anything I liked about my dad’s porn collection, it was a great source of 
ideas!

Steve puffed his cheeks out and let his breath out, obviously a bit 
frustrated at having to stop, even for a few seconds.  I didn't care, I 
had needs to be filled too! I simply rolled over until my ass was up in 
the air, facing the side of the bed where he was still standing.  
Spreading my legs slightly he quickly reinserted himself much more easily 
this time and was soon back in his rhythm again.  Less than ten seconds 
had passed, if that much, in the changeover so it wasn't like he had 
anything to complain about.

I like doggie style because it seems to allow for the deepest penetration 
by his dick.  Missionary was my overall favorite because I liked being 
able to see Steve and it also made him the dominate one.  Although I am 
not submissive by nature, I enjoy letting Steve THINK I am as it seems he 
gets much more inventive when he is in control.

Each time Steve rammed his dick in me it was like being spanked as his 
crotch slapped up noisily against my bare ass.  God, it was like he was 
going to push himself up inside my throat! Steve’s hands were on my hips 
and he used them like handles to pull me in and push me back out again in 
sync with his dick as he fucked me.  I quickly used it as an excuse to 
turn my head and sure enough, I could just make out the eye of someone 
peeking through the door.  It had to be my dad or else my mom had grown 
several inches taller in the past hour or so.  I would have loved to have 
mouthed something to him, like “I love you daddy” or something but Steve 
would have probably caught me and wondered what was going on.  I doubt he 
would have understood my father wanting to watch me getting fucked, 
undoubtedly turning it into some kinky male fantasy instead.

“Hey, you wanna ride it?” Steve asked between pants.  

Well, why not? It was more work for me, of course, but I didn't doubt 
that he needed the break.

Steve pulled out and I backed off my bed to allow Steve to get up on it.  
He laid out lengthwise, his wet dick sticking up like a flagpole from his 
crotch where the base was buried in.  Before jumping on board, I couldn't 
resist leaning over and taking a few mouthfuls for myself.  Mmmmmmm, I 
could even taste my pussy on his cock!

As much as I loved sucking his cock, I loved being fucked by it even more 
so regretfully I left his cock but I knew it would be there another night 
for me to enjoy it – many nights for that matter.  I got up on the bed 
and straddled his hips, sitting up straight so his cock was underneath 
me.  Reaching in with my hand, I grabbed the shaft and moved it under my 
pussy hole after which I dropped my weight down to drive it into me yet 
again.  By now I was getting a bit stretched out and together with being 
wetter than hell, his dick slid easily inside of me.  

Once he was in me I dropped my weight down on him until he was buried 
inside of me and I was literally sitting on his crotch.  By swiveling my 
hips I could grind my pussy into his crotch, making his cock swivel 
around inside of me.  Leaning forward, I dropped to support myself with 
my hands on either of his shoulders, letting my boobs dangle just above 
his face (well, “dangle” might be entirely correct but you get the idea.

“Suck my nipples,” I whispered down to him as he lifted and then dropped 
his hips to cause his dick to move in and out of me without me having to 
do much of anything.  

I lowered myself down as he raised his head and he took my nipples in his 
mouth one-by-one, sucking on one and then back to the other.  I loved my 
boobs to be played with and sucked, especially my nipples which could be 
incredible sensitive at times.  Just wearing a loose shirts that moved 
across them as I walked was enough sometimes to harden them up like I was 
being laid.

Holding myself up with one hand, his mouth on my nipples and his dick in 
my pussy, I reached between us to finger my clit.  It was so swollen and 
sensitive I almost jumped off his dick when I first touched it.  It 
wasn't going to take much more to set me off, that much was for sure!

“I’m cumming Steve,” I moaned as if it was necessary to tell Steve given 
the way my pussy was gripping his cock.  

Steve had often complained, in a nice sort of way, that when I came it 
was like his cock was caught in a vise from the way my pussy would 
squeeze down on it when I was having an orgasm.  I couldn't help it, it 
was just a natural reaction that I had no control over.

It was all so wonderful, exactly what I had dreamed about for most of the 
day once I knew Steve would be coming over.  Finally, I was being fucked 
and sucked and now my pussy was exploding, causing my entire body to 
break out in goose bumps as I groaned and moaned from the seemingly 
impossibly strong waves of pleasure that were running through every part 
of my nude and sweating body.

“Oh my god, it feels so good in me!” I moaned loudly, throwing my head 
back as I sat up on his crotch, Steve’s dick imbedded in me like I was 
mounted on a pole.   My one hand stayed on my clit as the other played 
with my boob.

Steve just watched me as I kept myself going while sitting on his dick.  
He had told me before it always amazed him how long I could maintain an 
orgasm, gripping his dick with my pussy and gushing my pussy cum over him 
as my body flushed.  Even when I had my eyes open it was like nothing was 
in focus, just a blur as my mind seemed to focus completely on what was 
happening between my legs.  I swore sometimes my hair even seemed to 
tingle when I came really hard as the sensations spread out all through 
my body.  Before Steve started fucking me, I used to cum pretty hard when 
I masturbated but those times were nothing compared to this, when a real 
dick was inside of me instead of my finger.

God, I loved to be fucked and at that moment all I knew was that I wanted 
Steve to do me as often as he could.  It was like he some sort of drug 
dealer, the guy I went to when I really wanted to get “high” except 
instead of using a drug I generated my own “high” within me.  I suppose 
it could be argued by some that the hormones and chemicals released in me 
when I orgasmed were no different than taking other drugs and that I 
could be getting “hooked” on them in the same way people get hooked on 
heroin.  Well, if that be the case then I really didn't care – it feels 
great, it’s legal, and I always have it with me! The only difference 
being the “quality” of my supply as it was always better when I got it 
from Steve.

Had nothing else happened my orgasm would have started winding down by 
now but Steve wasn't exactly taking all this lying down, if you know what 
I mean.   Seeing me get off and feeling my pussy work his cock was enough 
to get Steve worked up as well and sure enough, he couldn't hold back 
anymore.  I have to admit I was caught a bit by surprise when I opened my 
eyes and looked down at Steve only to see his eyes close and a moan 
escape from him as he came again, this time in my pussy instead of my 
mouth.

Some girls claim they can't feel a guy when he cums in them but most, 
including me, would say otherwise.  Sure it may vary in intensity between 
guys or even between fuckings but I still feel something.  All I knew as 
sensitive as I was at this point, it was like a bomb went off in me as 
his dick swelled slightly and then seemed to explode as a felt his cum 
spewing from him and shooting deep inside of me.  It was just what I 
needed at that moment to revive my own orgasm, setting me off again.

“Oh yeah Steve, that’s it, cum in me,” I cried out, not caring how loud I 
was this time.

One after the other, like machine gun fire, Steve emptied load after load 
of cum in me.  Rather than being smaller the second time, if anything it 
was like had even more than the first time when he came in my mouth.  My 
pussy felt like it was on fire as his final shot of sperm was deposited 
in me.  My pussy gripped him tight, like it was a milking machine 
attached to a cow except I was on top of him instead of hanging down 
below.

“More... give it to me Steve,” I gasped, “I want it ALL in me... give me 
everything you've got!”

Steve just grunted as his hips lifted up as if trying to push his dick in 
me further, instinctively trying to drive his sperm deeper into me like 
he was trying to mate with me.  Finally he was finished and I just fell 
forward, laying against his chest with his dick half in me.  We kissed 
for what seemed forever as my entire body seemed to sizzle with the heat 
of my passion for him.  Nobody had ever made me feel the way Steve did 
and I just wanted him to know how much I loved it when he fucked me.

“You know, for a little girl you sure can get heavy,” Steve said gently 
after a while.  

I had no idea what time it was or how long we had been at it until I 
looked at the clock next to my bed.  Damn, we’d been at it for well over 
an hour! I wondered if my dad was still watching but there was no way to 
turn my head around to look without being obvious about it.  In any case, 
he probably was gone by now since the show was essentially over.

I rolled over towards the wall, wedging myself on my side between the bed 
rail and Steve’s nude sweaty body.  I draped an arm over his chest and 
one leg over his, letting my pussy rub up against his hip.  I felt like 
some sort of male dog, humping myself gently against him, my pussy still 
craving for more despite everything it had been given.

“God Kelly, aren’t you EVER satisfied?” Steve teased me as he felt me 
humping his leg.

“No!” I answered him simply.  I wasn't just being silly, I meant it.  I 
couldn't conceive how I could ever be totally fulfilled to the point 
where I quit fucking because I was “satisfied”.  There was always a point 
it had to end but that was dictated by other things, not my pussy!

“I can believe THAT!” he chuckled.  “I think I’ve created a sex monster!”

“Well, it’s all your fault so now you have to live with the 
consequences,” I said as I snuggled up against him, my small bare breast 
squeezed tightly against his hard body.

“I think somehow I’ll manage,” he replied with a laugh. “Now don’t you 
think we’d better do a little studying?”

“What!” I exclaimed, pretending to be surprised and shocked, “The only 
thing I wanted to study tonight was your dick.”

“It seems that’s all you ever want to study,” he laughed, “I feel used 
sometimes. Don’t you ever want to be with me for more than my dick? Don’t 
you really want to know me for who I am inside?”

He pretended to pout but then burst out laughing.  Sure I liked Steve and 
maybe even was starting to love him.  Even so, we both knew what really 
kept our relationship going – sex.  Well, I wasn't complaining and I knew 
he wasn't either.

Eventually we got up and dressed.  I was tempted to just put on a 
nightshirt since it was getting late and finally decided to do just that.  
Steve watched as I pulled it out from my dresser and let it drop over my 
head.  It came down to about mid-thigh when I stood up and was made of 
thin cotton so it didn't leave a lot to the imagination on top.

“Is that what you’re wearing to bed?” Steve asked.

“Of course not silly,” I replied, “I don’t wear anything to bed.  This is 
what I wear around at night.”

“Wait a minute, you sleep nude?” Steve questioned me, looking at me a 
little closer.

“Sure, I have since I was twelve.  What’s the big deal?”

“And you wear THAT around the house at night?”

“Yep!”

“JUST that?”

I looked at him like he was asking me the silliest questions in the world 
and replied, “Of course, what’s wrong with it?”

“I mean, no panties or bra?”

”Of course not, why would I?”

“In front of your parents?”

“Steve!” I huffed, getting a bit tired of the forty questions routine. 
“What’s the big deal with me wearing this?”

“No big deal... never mind,” he replied, turning to leave my bedroom.

As much as I had toyed with him, I knew full well what he was thinking – 
I’m really not that stupid or naïve you know.  Most kids didn't sleep 
nude, I knew that, but it was the way our family slept and nobody made a 
big deal out of it.   Besides, once we got up we put something on.  As 
for my nightshirt and panties, like a typical guy who only thought with 
his dick, he probably assumed I flashed my dad or something else kinky.  
Sure, there may have been a few times when he got an eyeful of my bottom 
but it was by accident IF it did happen and what was the big deal even if 
he did? It’s not like I was putting on a show for my dad while he 
masturbated or anything like that.

Steve stopped by the family room to say goodnight to my parents and left 
from the back basement door.  I hopped on the couch and wrapped my legs 
under me to watch TV again.


Chapter 4 – After Steve Left
============================

“Well, you two get some studying done?” my mom asked.

I turned to look back at her and rolled my eyes at her.

“Oh mom!” I whined a little.  She knew full well what we had been doing 
up there.

“So what did you think daddy, like seeing your daughter getting fucked?” 
I suddenly said to my dad, catching him more than a little off guard.

“John?” my mom said, looking at my dad with renewed interest, “Something 
you forgot to tell me about?”

“I... I was just making sure she was OK,” my dad stammered.  It wasn't me 
so much he seemed to be concerned about but my mom.

“Yeah right,” my mom chastised him, “no wonder it took you so long to go 
to the bathroom.”

“I just checked in on them,” my dad continued in his defense.  I knew 
better but I wasn't going to say anything and get in the middle of this 
one.

My mom just shook her head in that “I can’t believe men sometimes” way 
she should have patented.  My dad seemed relieved to have gotten out of 
it so easily but he was a little premature with his self-congratulations.

“Now daddy, you didn't tell me what you thought about seeing Steve fuck 
me,” I continued to needle him.

“That’s enough Kelly,” my mom said, surprising me by rising to the 
defense of my father.  I could tell from her look that she was shutting 
down the conversation but somehow from the look she next gave to my dad, 
I had a feeling it wasn't over between the two of them!

That pretty much ended any discussion over my “studying”.  For the rest 
of the evening we just watched TV silently.  After a while I started to 
think again about Steve fucking me and my pussy was still wet from the 
thought of being fucked by his dick.  Eventually it was more than I could 
take so I slipped one hand under my night shirt and started to play with 
my pussy.  I might not orgasm this way but it felt good just to lightly 
play with myself.  Whether or not my dad was watching, I really don’t 
know as I didn't look back to check, figuring it was better just to let 
whatever happened, happen.  Besides, what difference did it really make?

Soon it was bedtime and I got up to kiss them both goodnight.  I couldn't 
help but notice my dad’s sweatpants looked a little worn around the 
crotch area and it was obvious that while he wasn't fully erect, he 
wasn't flaccid either.   Hmmm, maybe he HAD been watching me.  It gave me 
a funny feeling for moment thinking of him doing that but once again, he 
IS a guy and I AM a girl.   Whatever he was doing, I felt comfortable 
knowing it wasn't like he was thinking of me as his daughter but as a hot 
little fourteen year old which was OK with me.

Back in my bedroom I dropped the nightshirt to the floor along with my 
other clothes – a habit my mom had given up long ago on trying to cure me 
of.   Slipping between the sheets, I felt a couple of wet spots against 
my butt and smiled as I thought of poor mom having to wash the sheets 
again.  Well, may as well make it worth her while.  I put my hand between 
my legs and started masturbating yet again.  It had been quite a day and 
something told me I wouldn't be going to sleep for a while tonight!

THE END


  
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