Notes from a filthy 90s teenager.... - Sex Stories

Notes from a filthy 90s teenager....

Back when I was a dirty teenager in the late 90s As a teenager I was always extremely horny. I mean I had it real bad, I used to have to go and wank my pussy in the toilets at school during the day, I'd been raiding my dad's porn stash for years, and increasingly I was beginning to tease men on the train on my way to school, by opening my legs up wide and letting them see my white knickers. Perhaps it wasn't surprising that I was a horny little bitch. My parents were constantly going at it, I could hear them fucking from my room all the time. I used to listen to them and frig my young little cunt with my hairbrush. Basically, I was getting to the stage that to get off they needed to be dirtier and dirtier, I needed to feel like a really nasty slut to make myself cum. Which is maybe why I latched on to the ultimate taboo of all, wanking over my daddy. I'd always suspected that my dad let me look at his porn by tacit agreement. He wouldn't try very hard to hide his magazines, my favourites were always the ones with readers wives, or Razzle or basically ones where the women looked filthy, and you could tell how much they loved it. Special treat though was when the new Barely Legal came out. I'd let my dad have it for a few days and then I'd sneak it out of his room. Fuck, I'd be wet with anticipation all day at school waiting to open it, knowing that my dirty old dad had been wanking his cock over young girls like me. I'd keep the magazine for a few days and then put it back, ...

... after I'd sufficiently licked and rubbed my pussy against my the best spots of the magazines. So, as the only c***d in the house after my b*****r had gone to uni, I was pretty sure that my dad knew what I was up to. I also used to phone up the sex chat lines and talk absolute filth to the women on the other end. I never lasted very long, just a few words like 'tell me what a dirty whore you are' and I'd be cumming loudly down the phone. I always thought that they were surprised to hear a girl, and I wondered if it turned any of them on. Anyway, they cost an absolute fortune and my dad, who looked after the phone bill and would give me shit for talking for ages with my friends, never said a single word about them. It was obvious what they were, and I began to get really turned on that he was facilitating my constant craving. You may ask why I didn't satisfy my needs with some of the boys at school. And the answer was that I did. I had quite a reputation for giving blowjobs in the toilet, but the problem was that it just wasn't enough for me. Even when I once sucked one boys cock when the other fucked me from behind, it just wasn't dirty enough for me. I needed more. I needed to be a nasty slut, and I was becoming increasingly obsessed with my dad. Or, to really fuel my fantasy, my daddy. After a few weeks of not being able to get it out of my head, things escalated in two ways. Firstly, I began to notice that my underwear was going missing from my room. My used underwear. My mum ...