A literotic sexstories: Sexual Debauchery In Family Room by mashrubba ,
One day, I was out by the pool sun-bathing and daddy was cutting the grass. My brothers were at a friends house for the weekend, so Daddy and I were alone. I was in a brand new bikini I had gotten for my birthday. Daddy told me he picked it out. It was perfect. Lime-green with black flowers. I loved it.
I guess i was absently stroking my leg when Daddy walked up, because he blushed a little bit. He asked if I could go inside and get some old the clothes, so I went inside. As I got to the laundry room, I noticed that there wasn’t any clothes to be folded, so I started to turn around and go tell Daddy, but he was already inside.
“Daddy, there aren’t any clothes,” i said.
“Oh, I know. I just didn’t want anyone to see us.” His eyes lingered on my breasts then moved down towards my pussy.
“See us do what?” I asked. I was confused, but I noticed him looking at my body and began to walk towards him.
“Oh, my girl, you are grown up.” he reached a hand out and brushed the top of my boob. “You know Daddy’s lonely, baby, so you should keep me company.” Daddy grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom.
“What are we doing here, Daddy? Can’t we watch TV in the livingroom?” I wasn’t stupid or anything. I knew what Daddy wanted. I wanted his attention for so long, and now he was going to give it to me. And I was long over due for him.
“We can, baby, but we can have way more fun in here.” Daddy sat down and pulled me with him. He laid me down beside him and began to touch my body.
Daddy took off my top and started to suck on my delicate pink nipples, flicking them ever-so-slightly with his wet tounge. He rubbed them and squeeezed them. He started to touch himself too, which i thought was unfair to him, so I started to touch his private part for him. It was warm and big in my small hands. I rubbed and tugged at it, feeling it grow inch after inch in my hand. Soon, it got too big for his shorts, so he stopped touching my titties and took them off.
By then, my nipples were rock hard and my tight pussy was on fire. I must have soaked through my bakini bottoms because Daddy said, “Oh, good. My sweet sexy daughter is all wet for her big daddy.” I nodded and touched my Daddys hard cock. It was about six inches long and very thick. I started to touch his big throbbing dick, and Daddy told me no.
“But Daddy!!!” I protested. “I want to touch it. I want to feeeeel it.”
“I know, baby, but daddy wants to touch you first. You’re already so juicey. Daddy wants to feel your tight wet pussy. Now take off your bottoms so Daddy can feel it.”
So, like a good girl, I slid my bottoms down over my feet, exposing my ripe tight pussy. Little blonde hairs whipsed over my pussy lips, drenched with my juices. Daddy liked the way it looked alot, his cock grew at least another half-inch. Daddy started to rub my little pussy with his thumb my juices over flowing onto his bed sheets. He started to tease my hole with the tip of his fingers. going in just slightly, then pulling back out and circling my swollen clit with his finger. Then he moved his face to my pussy and started to lick my wet virgin pussy. He slid it tounge over my clit, flicking his tounge over it. Oh it felt so good, I let out a lou moan. He laughed a little, and I blushed.
“I love hearing my baby moan. Oh, yeah baby. You like it when Daddy licks your clit?” I nodded. “Good girl. Want daddy to stuck is tounge in your little wet pussy?” I nodded again. Daddy’s tounge circled my clit and slowly moved to my pussy-hole. His tounge was hovering about it, then he plunged it into my baby-pussy. Wiggling it so fast, I came in my Daddy’s mouth. He devoured my cum and dug deeper into my little cunny.
“OH DADDY!!!” I screamed. “Oh yes!!! I want more, Daddy!!!” I said to him. And like a good Daddy, he kept going.
This time, he sucked on my clit while he fingered me. Sliding his finger in and out of my little cunt sent me flying into orgasm. I think I came twice while he fingered me and sucked my little clit. He finally stopped eating my pussy and fingering his girl. He slid up on top of me and, remembering how i got so wet when we started, he began to suck on my nipples again, flicking them with his long tounge.
Daddy’s cock was so huge by then, and it was rubbing on my leg. It aroused me even more having it touch me so close to my pussy. I could feel it throbbing against my skin, so i reached down and grabbed it. Daddy liked this, so he told me to kiss it.
And like a good baby, I kissed it. Daddy pushed my head down further and said, “Put it in your mouth. Try to swallow it for Daddy. Show Daddy that you love him. Suck my cock, baby.” I took it in my mouth and started to suck it, taking it deep into my throat and gagging a little. I took it in so far, i didnt know if it would be able to come out. Then Daddy told me to lay back down, so I did.
He moved back on top of me and spear my legs and ran his fingers over my slit, dipping into my pussy occasionally, and circling my clit. “Want daddy to put his huge cock into your sweet juicy and wet pussy?” I nodded.
He teased my clit with the head of his cock for a minute before shoving it hard into my pussy. Once he got in, he laid still, licking my neck and biting my ears. Then, when he thought it was ok, he began to pump his cock further into my little pussy. He fucked me hard, then soft. He pumped his dick into me fast, then slow. At last, he told me that he was going to cum. “Can Daddy cum inside you, Baby? Want Daddy’s love stuff in your pussy? Like you came in Daddy’s mouth?” I said, “Oh yes, Daddy!!! Do it!!! I want you to put your love juice in me!!” I came on daddy’s cock and my girl juices drenched it.
Daddy gave a few last vigorous pumps before he blew his cum all into my pussy. After he was done, he moved his head back down between my legs and began to eat my pussy again. He ate me out and fingered me until I came two more times.
Once we were done, it was dark. We curled up together and fell fast asleep.
Next time I was in family room with my brother. I love to read romantic stories and think about it and act as character.
He was reading a newspaper and I was reading a book. My kid brother was playing game on TV. Curled next to him on the couch reading some new novel, a teen romance from the school library. My appetite for them seems insatiable to him as he peers sidelong at her over the top of his reading glasses, pretending to read the paper as he stares possessively at my long tanned legs, so smooth and brown, stretching sideways away from his body, out from under one of his t-shirts that I have adopted as a nightgown; he smiles as he watches me, lost in my book, twirling one
long brown strand of hair around the end of my finger, brushing the soft ends across my mouth, my shoulder resting soft and warm against his elbow his penis longs to feel more of my young firm but supple body snuggled against him, it is still so eager to explore the blossoming fruit of my loins, so recently unfolding before it’s very eyes.
The brother is lying face down on the floor at their feet, absorbed in some television program involving lots of grinding metal and squealing tires and machine gun fire, a reward for finishing his homework and helping clean up after dinner. The little sister has been packed off to bed an hour ago, already asleep.
He enjoys these times with the family, he has grown accustomed to the empty spot in his bed since she left them, a long time ago now, he thinks, almost a year. And as a girl, the delightful creature so warm and soft, so close… she has become a welcome comfort…
He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the my attention, and I does not disappoint, I turns
My head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across my lip he smiles down at me and rests the paper in his lap to pet my soft
silky locks, running his arm down the side of my ody, my exposed skin cool to his touch I snuggles against him closing my book, tossing it lightly onto the brother’s back.
“Hey!” the brother does not turn to look at the two figures on the couch, merely twists, irritated, shrugging the book onto the floor,
shouts at the TV as the bad guys apparently are gaining the advantage…
I smiles up at him again, a smirking, mischievous grin, giggles softly, snakes a delicate hand under the newspaper. He moans softly
as his penis swells expectantly, hugs me closer to him, sliding his hand down the smooth cool length of my hip, stroking possessively
running his rough worn hand down the side of my firm young calf, marveling at the feminine combination of strength and delicateness; I reache my other hand into the space between his back and the couch, and he moans softly — I giggles wickedly and slips my hand lower, down into the back of his sweatpants, tickling his buttocks, wiggling a slender finger into the crack of his ass, stroking the hair between his cheeks, somehow always freshly amazed at how hairy he is.
Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television is so loud, the boy so engrossed… He would have to admit he enjoys
this wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally consummating their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and betray their sexual arousal in front of one or the other of her younger siblings… He strokes his hand up the back of my legs, pushing up the back of my t-shirt — his day-old t-shirt; I have been swiping them from his laundry, she says they smell of their passion and remind me of him when I Sam alone in bed after his visits.
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