Dear Daddy Part One - Sex Stories

Dear Daddy Part One

... teased.

There was something in the way she said it, that she was hoping that it was true. I decided to play along and see where this conversation could lead. My libido was getting the best of me, Daddy, but at that moment, I didn't care.

"Have you had sex yet?" I asked.

"With two guys. Both guys were great but really inexperienced. I had to show them how to get me off. It would probably be easier to fuck another girl," she joked.

"That it is. Girls know just what to do," I said.

"You've been with a girl?" she asked, shocked.

There was a lust in Morgan's eyes, Daddy. I could tell the thought of me with another woman intrigued her.

"A bunch. I'm bi. There are few things better in this world than the feeling of another woman's smooth skin pressed up against your body. There is a certain sensuality that a girl has that a guy just doesn't possess. The way they kiss and touch you, the way they eat your pussy, it's just so different. Besides, I love eating pussy." I told her with excitement.

Daddy, Morgan lay there stunned. Yet, she soaked in every word. The more we chatted about my sleeping with women, the more flushed her face became. All this sex talk was making me even hornier. I needed someone to touch me, even if it was my younger sister.

"Do you mind putting oil on my back?" I asked her.

"Of course not," Morgan replied.

Turning over, I exposed my bare ass to Morgan. My pussy was soaked, and I hoped that she couldn't smell my arousal. Yet, as ...

... she began to rub the tanning oil on my skin, all my worries slipped away.

Morgan innocently rubbed the oil into my back. Her strong hands kneaded the oil into my sore muscles. Without even thinking about it, a moan loudly escaped my lips, Dad.

"Sounds like you're enjoying the massage!" she gleefully said.

"It feels incredible. It's been forever since I had a good massage," I replied.

Morgan's hand crept their way down my body. Before I knew it, she spread my legs apart and was running her hands up and down my legs. I was tempted to say something but decided to just enjoy her touch.

That all changed when I felt Morgan cupping my ass.

"Morgan, what are you doing?" I asked her, surprised.

"Oh, don't be a prude, Miriam. Just lie back and enjoy it," Morgan told me.

Her sudden assuredness took me aback, but I took her advice. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her touch. Her hands felt divine on my ass, leaving me in a state of bliss.

Minutes passed, and Morgan's hands traveled even lower. I whimpered as her delicate fingers left my ass. I wanted to ask her to continue playing with my butt, but I worried about what my sister would think of that. I feared that Morgan would believe I was some sort of incest freak, Dad.

Yet, as Morgan began massaging my inner thighs, I gasped. With every movement, the back of Morgan's hand grazed my sensitive pussy.

I was a bit embarrassed because I knew she could definitely feel the heat coming from my wet cunt. I ...