Stefanie’s Diary - Sex Stories

Stefanie’s Diary

... was met with instant wetness that was emerging from my highly aroused vagina.

“Mmmm,” was all I could say as I tried my best to appear focused on cooking.

“It feels like you did a great job shaving, sweetie! I’m not finding any missed hairs…”

He slowly moved his fingers back and forth over my pussy lips and clit, driving me wild with passion and excitement.

“Oh, oh, I like how thorough you are, daddy, but I need you to check even further down—I shaved all the way to my ass.”

“Well, here, why don’t you bend over a little then while you’re cooking and I can check your backside a little better?”

“That’s a great idea, daddy,” I said very throatily.

As I adjusted by spreading my stance wider apart as I bent over, I quickly took the French toast off the fire as he crouched down behind me.

He reached his hand under and between my legs all the way to my glistening clit and he slowly pulled his hand back along my labia to the base of my pussy.

“You want me to check around your asshole too, baby?”

“Oh yes, daddy, very much so.”

His hand, wet from my dripping pussy, slowly left the confines of my clit and labia and pulled back along my centerline to draw a circle of my pussy juice around my asshole.

It felt nice—very nice!

“You’re so smooth, baby! I can’t find any extra hairs anywhere!”

I was breathing pretty heavily by this time.

“You know,” I said as I panted and swallowed, “there could be some really small hairs that you wouldn’t be able ...

... to feel with your fingers…”

“What do you suggest I do, sweetie? I certainly want to be thorough!”

“I think,” I said, still breathing hard with my heart pounding, “I think you should probably use your tongue then.”

“Mmm, good idea!”

With that, he took his hands and spread my cheeks ever so slightly and I could feel his warm wet tongue slip between them, first at the base of my pussy then slowly upwards and over my asshole.

“Oh god, yes!” was all I could gasp.

“You taste good too, baby!”

“Keep checking,” I panted impatiently.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and went back to licking around my asshole.

I was in sheer heaven!

I had turned the stove burner off by this point, but it was still too hot to lean against.

I pushed back into my dad’s probing tongue so I could bend over even more.

If I didn’t have to use both arms to hold myself in that awkward, yet sexy position, I would have used one of my hands to start rubbing my clit since my dad was using his hands to grab onto my butt cheeks and keep himself stable while still crouching behind me like a baseball catcher.

“Oh, daddy, I love the way you’re checking my asshole—please don’t stop!”

That felt so much better than me using my fingers in the shower; I couldn’t even begin to describe it!

Even though my asshole was delighted from all of the loving attention my father’s tongue was giving it, my clit was screaming for attention on its own.

I tried to support myself on the edge of the counter ...