3 Short Sex Stories, that make me Wet. - Sex Stories

3 Short Sex Stories, that make me Wet.

... pliability when I squeezed it, the warmth in my hand was like grasping a lightening rod, just as thunder struck. 'Am I doing this right daddy', I asked in a quiet voice, my eyes were fixed on his large cock, my stomach churned itself into knots, and my vagina felt empty. 'It feels wonderful', he replied, and I could see a small dew like bubble slowly emerge from the slit on its head, 'Do you want to pee', I asked him, as he was so close to my face, 'No baby', he replied, 'it's just some pre-cum', I did not understand the terminology of what he just said, but then again, it was a mute point, as my lips had closed around his swollen glans, and tongue had lovingly swished the slightly saline dew drop off, and continued to give my daddy my first fledging blow-job. My inexperience was replaced with a primordial instinct, daddy's face was contorted, and every little move I made brought facial sense of relief, and this in turn, made me feel powerful, 'You like this Daddy', I would ask, my mind alive and recording my, determined every move, should give more pleasure than the last, first by cupping then squeezing, then sucking them into my smallish mouth, his balls, bore my teeth marks, then my slim longish fingers could excite his expression, as my tiny probing slowly inched to his anus, gently encircling and feeling the crinkled fleshy ring, 'So it was for him, as it was for me', wickedly flashed through my head, as whenever he probed mine, I felt a deep naughtiness inside me, but ...

... most of all, I noted his ejaculations were more powerful whenever I was twiddling my fingers inside daddy's ass. I suspect you are thinking, 'Surely something else happened after that', and you would be right? 3.My Older b*****r and I I sat the other night watching the movie 'Blue Lagoon', with my husband, daughter, and my b*****r and his wife, Pia. On occasions I would look across at my b*****r, as some of the scenes were reminiscent of our growing up, not feelings of embarrassment, they were more longing, you see, my older b*****r was my lover, and it was he who took my virginity, and a dark side of me only he knew. I love sex, but even more I love dangerous sex, the forbidden, the taboo, kind, in fact it was I who had instigated it, making sure, just as depicted by Brooke Shields in the movie, a sexual awakening, I had a dream, and in the morning I was wet, and thinking about men and boners. I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I was eleven and had been warned he was dangerous to girls, especially young girls like myself, as apparently he had been caught swimming with a girl who was just ten, and when he had been caught he had a boner, and was wanking it as she lay on the ground naked. How much is true and how much is pure fantasy, I could not know, all us girls were starved of men, as we outnumbered them by three to one, and it was all we talked about, as we entered our teens, drank beer and telephoned, 'Horny Girls', to here a man tell us what we wanted to hear ...