Stefanie’s Diary - Sex Stories

Stefanie’s Diary

... even a pool of wetness on the bed from where it had been leaking out its sexual juices.

I must have really gotten him turned on, too!

He obviously saw me staring at his cock wide-eyed and amazed as he said sheepishly, “Well, what do you expect riding my back like you did? That would have given a dead man a stiffy!”

I snorted unexpectedly and held my hand up to my face in surprise.

“Stefi, I may be your father, but I’m still a man…I,” he acted like he was trying to apologize and moved his hands down to cover himself up, thinking that he had crossed a line that I didn’t want to cross or something.

“No, no,” I quickly stopped him from trying to hide his handsome cock from me, “I knew that I was getting us both turned on. I just…I just…”

“You just what?” My dad relented and stopped from trying to hide his throbbing hard cock from me again.

“I just…I love seeing it all big and hard.”

“Stefi, you’re not supposed to want to see your father with an erection.”

“Oh, but I do—I love it! I really do!”

Dad let out a big sigh and rubbed his eyes as he laid his head back.

“What?” I was worried that I had done something seriously wrong this time.

“I…uh…” he paused as he rubbed his temples now with his hands.

“You…uh…what?”

“You know I can never say no to you, sweetie…”

“And…?”

“If you really truly want my cock,” he paused and my heart skipped a beat in anticipation.

“Yes?”

“You know it’s yours, baby.”

“You mean it?”

“Absolutely, ...

... baby.”

I was so thrilled that I didn’t know what to say other than the first thing that popped into my head.

“Can I…can I suck on it?”

“If that would make you happy, sweetie, of course you can.”

I glanced down at his cock as he said that and I noticed a fresh bead of juice trickle down the side of it.

“Why does stuff drip out of it like that?” I couldn’t help but ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“Because you have me really, really turned on right now, sweetie.”

“I do? That’s awesome! I…I’m so wet myself, it’s practically running down the inside of my legs!”

“You know, you can just go ahead and take the dress off, sweetie.”

“Then I have to first confess that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled, “you think I couldn’t feel you rubbing against my back like you did? That was a big giveaway, sweetie. My lower back is still wet from it.”

I giggled nervously and mumbled, “It is?”

“No worries. It’s nowhere near as wet now as my cock is.”

“Is it okay to suck on with all of that juicy stuff?” I was worried that I’d gotten this far only to fail for making him too juicy.

“Of course it is, but that decision to do so is completely yours. I’m not going to force you to do anything that you don’t want to do.”

“Well, I may as well take off this dress then, right?”

“That would be an excellent idea, but only if you want to.”

I quickly grabbed the base of my dress and shimmied as I pulled it up and off me, my small ...