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 but this time I wanted him to do me when my 
parents were home.  After all, my parents had told me they'd rather we do 
it in my room than some back seat.  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 was 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 in so many ways.  He was my first real boyfriend, the recipient of 
my first blowjob.  Most of all, he was the first boy to fuck me, the one 
to whom I willingly gave my virginity.  Whenever we were together and I 
felt his naked body pressing against mine I was always reminded of what 
he had of mine.  Regardless of what happened between us in the future, I 
knew he would always have a special place in my heart.

From the horror stories I'd heard from many girls I knew I was a lot 
luckier than most 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 this 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've been 
like to have been with another virgin at the time, both of us nervous and 
unsure of ourselves.  At least when I did it with Steve ONE of us knew 
what we were doing!

What made my relationship with 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 might have.  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.  Even worse, he wasn't 
afraid to tell every guy in school he'd scored with her and that she was 
a skank.  Here we were over three months later and Steve was still dating 
me exclusively which made me feel very special.  Sure he told everyone we 
were doing it but at least what he told them was complimentary.

For all these reasons, and maybe mixed with a little concern over having 
to deal with a different guy, I didn't even date another guy after our 
first time, let alone have sex with anyone else.  Steve was still the 
only boy to get to home plate with me and he was making the rounds of the 
bases as often as he could!  Sometimes I don't know who wants it more, 
him or me.  It seemed that it's all we did whenever we got together.  
Even so, it seems the more we did it, the more I wanted it.

Steve's parents were divorced and he lived at home with his mom and 
younger sister and brother.  Sharon was one of my best friends and it was 
thanks to her that I met Steve in the first place.  Their little brother 
was a pain, always trying to look up my skirt or down my top 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 hot that her 
friend and brother were doing it.  She even liked to pretend she was 
jealous of me but I think she just got a kick out of teasing me.

When you're a teenager there aren't all that many options when it comes 
to finding a place 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 an old 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 only 
daughter.  My mom had always been my closest friend and since I was a 
little girl I confided everything to her.  She was the first person I 
told after I gave Steve my first BJ and the first again after Steve took 
my virginity.  She taught me to masturbate and even kept an open offer to 
me to make use of the 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 she wouldn't 
allow me to touch it since then, at least I understood at an early age 
how a male penis worked.

Given how much my parents knew about my new sex life it was sort of funny 
to watch Steve try to pretend nothing sexual was going on between us when 
we were around my parents.  Imagine if he 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've 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 just a typical Thursday night with Steve over at my house 
watching TV with me and my parents.  We were supposed to be doing 
homework but there were a couple of shows I wanted to watch first so we 
were on the couch together.  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!  Sure they may 
not have been as big as the ones on the other girls he used 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 my boobs 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 don't like saying we had an "open" home when it came to nudity 
as too many people use that term to describe a situation I consider kinky 
to be kind.  At our house we didn't run around stark naked or 
deliberately expose ourselves to each other.  Even those times when we 
did see the other naked it was not with any sexual intentions, it was 
just the way it was.

One example of such a time was using our hot tub.  For as long as I can 
remember we were nude in the tub although when going to and from the tub 
we usually wore a towel or robe.  Another example is sleeping in the 
nude.  I started when I was twelve, at first to mimic my parents and then 
simply because I just enjoyed the comfort that comes without wearing 
anything to bed.  However, the rules were once I got up I immediately put 
something on to cover myself up at least a little bit.  Unless I was 
dressing or passing between the bathroom and my bedroom my parents didn't 
usually see me totally nude around the house.  We only had one small 
bathroom so sometimes when someone was in a hurry they might shower while 
someone else was in there but that was about it.  I never felt right 
about sharing it to use the toilet – some things require privacy!

When it comes masturbation, that's another thing I have a hard time 
understanding why most families make such a big deal out of it.  
Thankfully  I was taught that masturbation is healthy and whether people 
admit it or not, something most everyone needs to do from time to time.  
Whenever I or my parents felt inclined, depending on how bad the need we 
might wait until we were alone or if the urge was that strong then we 
just do it where we were without embarrassment.  My mom stressed that 
masturbation by definition is a solo event so putting on some kind of 
"show" was strictly forbidden.  It just made sense.  I mean, if I was 
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 went to bed?  

Masturbation at home to satisfy an itch though is one thing.  Regardless 
of how you might try to say differently, watching someone do it can still 
be a turn-on.  Though he would never admit it, I knew my dad liked it 
when I would do it on the couch while he watched TV so I figured Steve 
would be the same being a normal male.  Steve was quite surprised the 
first time I masturbated in front of him  as apparently none of the other 
girls he dated had done so.  It took some convincing on my part to get 
him to do it with me around but once he realized how horny it made me any 
inhibitions quickly disappeared.

Sitting by Steve, I couldn't help but look at his lap and dream about his 
lovely dick, frustrated that it was hiding from me beneath his jeans.  
Mmmmmmm, what I could do with it at that moment!  God I loved his cock 
and what he did to me with it!  I never grew tired of seeing him grow 
hard, knowing the reason for it was ME.  I especially loved the feeling 
of it getting bigger in my mouth when I sucked him.  I bet every girl 
gets turned on knowing it's her that's causing such reaction in a guy.  
It certainly made me feel incredibly hot and sexy!  Mmmmmmm, I would've 
loved to reach down and unzip his jeans, pulling out his wonderful dick 
and sucking it right there and then on the couch.  Yet as much as Steve 
loved me to suck his cock, I knew that he'd freak out if I did it with my 
parents in the same room so I just had to dream about it and do my best 
to ignore my itching pussy.

Indeed, my pussy was getting warmer by the minute as I started thinking 
more and more about my boyfriend's dick than the TV show.  As horny as I 
was I knew that if he hadn't been there I would've been fingering myself 
by now.  As much as we fooled around in public, I still 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".  It may have been a 
subtle difference but an important one. 

As I got hornier and hornier I started squirming more and more.  My mom 
sneaked a peak at me now and then, 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've 
killed him!  He knew full well what my true intentions were and the last 
thing I needed now was him teasing me!  He knew darn well I wasn't 
interested in homework!

"Mom!" I whined, pleading with her for support.

"John...," my mom said, giving my dad a look telling him to leave me 
alone.  It was all she needed to do as my dad took the hint and went back 
to his newspaper, ignoring us again for the moment at least.

"C'mon Steve, let's go up to my bedroom," I said, sitting up straight and 
grabbing his hand.

"Are you sure...?" he asked a bit hesitantly, looking at my parents and 
then back at me.  He didn't say anything but the message was clear.

"Stop being such 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 as we headed up to my bedroom.  


Chapter 3 - In My bedroom With Steve
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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 scaled Mount Everest at that 
moment if it meant getting fucked by Steve.  Once in my bedroom I 
immediately hopped up on my bed and laid out flat with my head on the 
pillow and arms to my side.  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 something horrible so it's better to leave the door 
open so we'll hear them coming.  Better to do that than have them 
surprise us, don't you think?"

It wasn't like I could tell him one of the conditions my parents had made 
in return for allowing me to bring him home was my door couldn't be 
closed.  They claimed it was for my own protection so in case anything 
happened they would hear me.  Given they were in the basement family room 
I frankly didn't think it mattered whether my door was open or closed but 
it that's all it took to get them to agree then I quickly accepted their 
terms.  

Steve's eyes squinted as he pondered by rationalization.  It took less 
than ten seconds and then he shrugged his shoulders, apparently accepting 
my logic even as twisted and illogical as it may have been.

"Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my 
clothes off?" I teased him, rolling back and forth from side to side 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 
always 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, even if it meant 
risking my parents catching us.

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 he usually wanted to get to 
those first.  After undoing the zipper I raised my hips up to make it 
easier for him to pull my tight jeans down and off my hips, then over my 
legs until he tossed them to the floor.  Knowing what I'd planned for the 
evening I hadn't bothered with panties, not that I wore them much 
anyways, so my fuzzy brown pussy was now exposed for him to view and his 
eyes fixated on it as they always did.

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

Without waiting for an answer I put my hand down to it and ran my fingers 
through the short fuzzy pubic hair covering it.  It wasn't even long 
enough to poke through my fingers, certainly nothing compared to the 
thick thatch of black curly hair that covered my mom's, but I knew 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 so 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 do that," 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 Steve?" 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 in that 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 stiffened dick even faster.

"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 off on the right foot?

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.  
No sooner did I feel it touch then he started shooting warm sperm all 
over my tongue and lips.  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.  For whatever 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 Kelly... that feels so good," he gasped.

My hand released him and I let his cock drop from my mouth so I could 
swallow his cum.  It was harder laying down so I sat up to make it easier 
to gulp the gooey mixture down without choking.  Steve's was the only cum 
I'd ever tasted and although at first I wasn't too sure about it, over 
time I'd grown to love the flavor of him manhood and couldn't wait for my 
next helping.

"Mmmmmmm, you taste SO good," I purred with a grin on my face.  

The top sheet served as a washcloth to wipe off his cum from my face and 
chin.  It didn't matter if it got messy - my mom washed my sheets every 
couple of days anyway as I tended to gush when I masturbated and so she 
insisted on cleaning the sheets regularly.

Steve's cock didn't even waver after he'd cum, remaining hard as a rock, 
ready for more action.  Oh yeah, you gotta love sixteen year-old boys!

"Well, are you finally ready to fuck me?" I teased him as I stretched 
back on my bed with my legs spread wide apart.  Oh I felt like such a 
blatant slut by exposing myself shamelessly to him.  All the while 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, baring herself and offering 
herself to him like some whore he'd picked up on the streets of downtown 
Pittsburgh.  Only there was one BIG difference - I didn't charge, well at 
least not for money.  No, me fee was that he fucked me as often as I 
wanted it – which was pretty much every day.

"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 there was my handsome boyfriend 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 dick 
that was sticking up in the air out from his crotch.  It amazed me how 
men could carry all that between their legs and still walk!

"But aren't you afraid my parents might catch us?" I asked naughtily.  Of 
course I knew the REAL answer to that question but was more interested in 
getting his reaction.  Sure enough, for a moment he looked over his 
shoulder back to the door and I could see the flicker of indecision in 
his eyes.

"Ummmmm... are you SURE I shouldn't shut the door all the way?"

I spun 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.

"Just quit worrying about my parents and pay attention to me," I pouted, 
wiggling my bare bottom naughtily at him and grinning.  "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, pressing myself along his shaft 
as he rubbed against me.

He continued to tease me, sliding the smooth head of erect his dick up 
and down my wet slit, taunting me by starting to press into me and then 
pulling back just as I thought he was about to enter me.  How he managed 
to find the willpower to not push into me was beyond me.  All I knew was 
I wanted in me mere with every stroke.

"Put it in me... Oh my god Steve I want to be fucked... I NEED you to 
fuck me... Oh fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad!"

If my parents hadn't been two stories down they would've surely heard me 
as in my uncontrolled lust I couldn't keep the level of my voice down any 
lower.  It wasn't like I was exactly shouting but my voice can be loud 
and firm at times, 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 your 
naughty pussy wants 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 I'd found that 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.  Finally I understood 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 dirty slut or a 
sexy 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.  Oh 
my God, someone was watching!  The door was barely open so I couldn't see 
who it was there weren't many options.  It had to be either my mom or dad 
and judging from the height odds were heavily in favor of it being my 
father?  Damn, how had he managed to sneak up without hitting one of the 
squeaking boards. An accomplishment I'd never achieved 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.  Wow, what was he thinking seeing his fourteen year-
old daughter nude on her back, begging her teen 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 
pretending to be one.  Was he getting excited watching us?

On the one hand I couldn't imagine my own father getting a hard-on 
watching his own 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.  Gawd, it was such a turn-on for me knowing 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 us 
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'd 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, thrusting my 
narrow hips up toward him in a vain attempt to draw him in me further.  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 DO IT.  Well, I'd long 
since passed that threshold!

"OK slut, 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... fill 
me," 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 Kelly, 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 covering, tickling me more 
than anything else.

"Oh yes... don't move now... 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've stayed like this until he came.  On the other hand I tended to 
be more adventurous, looking for new ways to fuck all the time.  One 
thing about my dad's porn collection - it was a great source of ideas!

Steve's cheeks puffed out as he released his breath, obviously a bit 
frustrated at having to pull out of me, even for a few seconds.  
Whatever, I didn't care as I had needs 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.

The reason I enjoyed doggie style is because it allows for the deepest 
penetration by his dick.  Missionary was my overall favorite because I O 
could see Steve's facial expressions.  It also made him the dominate one 
and while I'm not submissive by nature, I enjoyed letting Steve THINK I 
was as it seemed he got much more inventive when he was in control.

Each time Steve rammed his hard 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 
bare hips, using them like handles to pull me in and then 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've loved to 
have mouthed to him, "I love you daddy" or something like that but Steve 
would've probably caught me and wondered what was going on.  I doubt he 
would've understood my father wanting to watch me getting fucked, 
undoubtedly turning it into some kinky male fantasy instead.

"Hey, you ready for a ride?" 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 for a moment I regretted agreeing as my pussy felt 
so empty!  Needing him again I quick 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 thick pubic hair.  
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!

Oh well, as much as I loved sucking his cock I loved being fucked by it 
even more so regretfully I let his cock slip from my mouth but I knew it 
would be there another night for me to enjoy it - many nights for that 
matter.  Once on the bed I straddled his hips, sitting up straight so his 
cock was directly underneath me.  Reaching in with my hand, I grabbed the 
shaft and moved it under my pussy hole.  Once we were lined up I swiftly 
dropped my weight down to drive it into me yet again.  As wet as I was 
and stretched from I took him easily.

Mmmmmmm, once my boyfriend was inside of  me I dropped my full 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, feeling his cock swivel around inside of me.  Leaning forward, I 
dropped to support myself with my hands on either of his shoulders, 
letting my little boobs dangle just above his face (well, "dangle" might 
be entirely correct but you get the idea.

"Suck my nipples," I whispered hoarsely 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.  Besides, I had my audience to 
keep informed as well. 

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.  Besides I knew 
he wasn't really complaining.

It was all so wonderful, exactly what I had dreamed about for most of the 
day once I knew Steve would be coming over.  After waiting for hours 
finally I was being fucked and sucked.  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, you feel 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 boobs.

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 sperm inside of 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 strong hips lifted up as if trying to push his 
dick in me even further, ancient instincts kicking in making him drive 
his sperm deeper into me like he was mating 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 such a little girl you sure can get heavy," Steve said 
gently after a while.  

Still feeling a little dazed, I had no idea what time it was or how long 
we'd been at it until I looked at the clock next to my bed.  Dang, 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.

Rolling over towards the wall, I wedging myself on my side between the 
bed rail and Steve's nude sweaty body.  With one arm draped over his 
chest and one leg over his, I let my throbbing pussy rub up against his 
hip.  It was like I was 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.  It was tempting to just put on a 
nightshirt since it was getting late and in the end that finally what I 
decided to do.  Steve watched as I pulled one 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?  I'm at home, not church you know."

"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 naive you know.  Most kids didn't sleep 
nude, I knew that, but it was the way our family slept and none of us 
made a big deal out of it.  Besides, once we got up we put something on.  
As for wearing just a nightshirt without panties, like a typical guy who 
only thought with his dick he no doubt assumed I flashed my dad or 
something else just as weird and kinky.  Oh 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?  He'd seen me naked 
all my life and it's not like I was putting on a show for my dad while he 
masturbated or anything like that.

Once back in the family room Steve stopped to say goodnight to my parents 
and then left from the back basement door.  After watching him leave I 
hopped onto the couch and wrapped my legs under me to watch TV again.


Chapter 4 - After Steve Left
============================
"Well, did the two you get ANY studying done?" my mom asked rather 
mischievously.

Like she really didn't know!  I turned to look back at her and rolled my 
eyes at her.

"Oh mom!" I whined a little.  She grinned, knowing knew full well what 
we'd been doing up there.

"So what did you think daddy, did 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 heard 
her moan so I just wanted to be sure everything was OK."  

Yeah right, 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 had patented.  My dad seemed relieved to have gotten out 
of it so easily but turned out he was a little premature with his self-
congratulations.  What the heck, why not...?

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

"That's quite 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 filled 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 as I lightly 
played 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.  Slipping between the cool sheets, I felt a couple of wet spots 
against my butt and smiled as I thought of poor mom having to wash the 
sheets yet again.  Oh well, I may as well make it worth her while I 
thought as 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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