Not a Slut - Sex Stories

Not a Slut

... them on, but just as the crotch pulled up onto my slightly damp labia the thought occurred to me: had my dad jacked off into this pair before? Was there sperm there just a few days before? Elle walked into the room and jumped, surprised to see me. “What are you doing home so early?” “I… was sick.” She nodded and set her backpack down next to her bed. “Is your pervert boyfriend coming today?” “Ugh, no, don’t remind me. He’s making me wait for a week so I get really horny before he pops me.” I nodded, then bit my lip. “Elle, can I ask you something?” She nodded. “Why do you shave your vagina?” “Why do you call it that? You’re like a child. Everyone else just says ‘pussy.’ Or ‘cunt,’ if you’re feeling slutty,” she giggled. “Nevermind.” I frowned. I guess I was a little silly to use the anatomical term. I thought it over in my head. Pussy. Pussy. Maybe it didn’t sound as dirty as I thought. But I wouldn’t be saying cunt anytime soon! *** That night, I stayed up late waiting for my dad to get in. When I heard the car pull into the garage, I went to the laundry room and got the latest underwear from the hamper. Dad was in the kitchen, eating cold cuts from the fridge. He looked at me in surprise when I walked into the room. “Honey! What are you doing up? It’s so late.” My stomach jumped into my throat, and my hands started to sweat. “Dad, I wanted to talk to you about something. The past couple of days, um…” I trailed off, nervous. “Well, the past couple of days I was looking at ...

... the laundry and…” Dad’s eyes went down to my hand and saw me gripping my underwear. He laughed. Laughed right back at me! “I’m sorry, honey, you weren’t supposed to see those.” He shook his head and walked over, picking them out of my hand. “I’ll do laundry tonight.” I stared at him, incredulous. “Dad! What… But why...” He reached out and tousled my hair, grinning sheepishly. “Well honey, ever since mom left, I’ve been a little… frustrated. I’m so used to having a woman to be with that I have a hard time, you know, getting off if I don’t at least have something womanly around to help me out. And your panties are the most womanly thing around here these days. It’s nothing personal, really.” I looked at him, a little confused. He sighed, his grin fading into a small frown. “Honestly it’s just that I miss your mom so much, and I need a little relief to get my mind off of her. You don’t mind, do you? I’ll always wash them before I give them back to you, and I won’t jack off into your clean ones.” I nodded my head, a little dumbfounded. I guess it made sense. He was used to having a vagina to ejaculate in, and my underwear was the closest thing he could get to a grown-up woman. I looked back up at him as his smile grew again. “So it’s okay? I can keep using them?” I nodded sheepishly. “Okay, so I’ll need a pair whenever I need to jerk off, though. Promise that’s okay?” He had a weird grin on his face, but it made sense to me. I nodded. “Promise.” “Okay good. Whenever I need to jerk ...