Subject: Doing Me At My Parents' Home (mf, f-solo, oral, voy)
Diary Date: October 21, 1999
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
The material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
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:
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
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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 it�s 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 parent�s 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
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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. Mmmmmm, 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 any more. 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
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�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 its 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. When
ever 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.
�Mmmmmm, 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. Mmmmmm, 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 as 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 had 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. Mmmmmm, 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 there. 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 though 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 na�ve 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
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�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