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3 Short Sex Stories, that make me Wet.1. The Cardboard Box of KnickersThere was a cardboard box to the left of the entrance, and my mother nodded at its existence. I pulled the top flap open and saw immediately that there were many pairs of schoolgirl’s panties, all had writing on them, mostly their names with dates, Elisabeth, Victoria, Veronica, and so on, some showed signs of soiling on the gusset, like mine felt, as it was hard to hide your emotions, especially as your body could not hide the fact you were sexually aroused.He stood beside my mother and watched as I lifted my skirt to expose all my legs to him, my knees shook, as a strange man looking at me in such a manner and about what I was doing as he watched, the tight elastic of my knickers made them roll down my long thighs, until they reached my knees, and then just fell freely to my ankles, lying on top of my black brogues and white ankle socks, their whiteness helped to clarify the darker staining of my vaginal secretions on the gusset of my panties.I stood as he stared down at the delicate pair of frivolous femininity, ‘She is clearly in need of a fuck’, he said to my mother, who was also looking down at my undergarment, so exposed and open to view, ‘Make sure her full name and date are written in her hand’, he said, and I took it as a signal to bent down and step out of my last protective layer of cotton, pick them up, and hand them to him.I stood with my skirt high, my bare pubis, devoid of any hair, showed a slight swelling as my clitoris was erect, the hall lamp beside the small table, illuminated the sheen along the length of my vagina, the velvety warmth, that only a young girls vagina can demonstrate, was his for the taking, and I watched, mesmerized, as he held my panties under his nose and like a connoisseur of girls cunt’s, ‘She is still, warm’, and I could see my panties were in contact with his nose, and as he withdrew them, there was a line of dew-like thread, like a spiders web, connecting the cotton gusset to his nose, the web, the product of my internal cunts lubrication, it broke and lay across his lips, a moment later, his tongue drew it into his mouth like nectar, ‘Virgins are so sweet’, he said salaciously, mother smiled, and I could feel my cunt and my anus tighten, his cock was bulging, as I prepared myself to be penetrated.He threw my knickers to me and I opened them up and patted them flat, took up the pen and wrote my full birth name, age and date of birth, signed and dated the surrender of my panties, ‘Put them into the box along with all the other little cunts, I have had’, and I did as I was told, noting as I did so, there were many, many, pairs from deflowered spirits, and I wondered who these girls were, as my eyes traced the outlines of their knickers piled atop of others, and the array of colours, that dazzled ones eyes, and helped to protected so many hymens, now discarded like trophies, having failed, but now reminding the men whose cocks pleasured those tiny tight cunts, and filling them with warm semen.2. Daughter’s and their Divorced Fathers.There are men who İstanbul Escort fulfil a dark secret when bathing their daughters, and my father was such a man, not that I am complaining, as I always remember the loving feeling as his hands cleansed every part of me, in particular, my open crotch, and I put emphasis on open, because it was a pleasurable feeling, and I would move with his hand as his finger wiped from my puckered anus to my pubis, I think daddy marvelled at how his nubile daughter openly showed her love of being touched like that, even though we daughters thought differently about its application, not fully understanding the meaning of sexual assault.No the next part is the part that most sane people don’t understand, I was allowing my father to bathe me up until my eighth birthday, and as most of you know, a girl of eight, exhibits a lot of differences to what I did four years earlier, on the same bathing night.Being bathed at an early age, was a right of passage for a father, there was never anything sexual in it, as he still had mother, but after she had left, leaving just us, the bathing continued, but his washing lingered, as if he was exploring, even when he washed between my labia, it was lingering and gentle, and as a little girl, I was discovering it to be pleasurable, and when he plucked up the courage to ask me, I told him I liked when he touched me there.When I was about six, he suggested if I would bathe myself, I felt he wanted to, so I feigned disappointment, so daddy continued, and we played that game all the way up to my teens, now I had breasts, and hair, and open orgasms in the bath water, with his fingering and masturbations. Daddy had been without a women for years, and one night as I lay in the water, I could sense his longing, everything felt different, and as I lay back in my customary position and felt daddy’s finger probe and gently massage the top of my vagina, I asked, ‘Why don’t you come in with me’?I was yearning to see him, my curiosity wanted to know if he was feeling the way my body had started to feel whenever he masturbated me, that’s what he had been doing all those years, preparing me, in the privacy of our own home, even the shower head was used to good effect, so much so, that as a woman today, in my thirties, I still love the feel of a jet of water, caressing my clitoris.Our bedrooms were separated by a thin plasterboard wall, and daddy’s masturbating sounded as if he was beside me, so powerful was his need, and I finally got to know this, when I got out of bed one night, and knelt down at his door and watched him through the keyhole, quite a sight in the eyes of a girl so young.I sat hunched up with my knees drawn up to my chest as daddy undressed. When his pants and underpants were removed his penis was in an aroused state, it stood straight out, pointing at me, and everything for me fell into place.I began by reaching out and taking hold of it, the feeling of fullness, pliability when I squeezed it, the warmth in my hand was like grasping a lightening rod, just as thunder İstanbul Escort Bayan struck.’Am I doing this right daddy’, I asked in a quiet voice, my eyes were fixed on his large cock, my stomach churned itself into knots, and my vagina felt empty.’It feels wonderful’, he replied, and I could see a small dew like bubble slowly emerge from the slit on its head, ‘Do you want to pee’, I asked him, as he was so close to my face, ‘No baby’, he replied, ‘it’s just some pre-cum’, I did not understand the terminology of what he just said, but then again, it was a mute point, as my lips had closed around his swollen glans, and tongue had lovingly swished the slightly saline dew drop off, and continued to give my daddy my first fledging blow-job. My inexperience was replaced with a primordial instinct, daddy’s face was contorted, and every little move I made brought facial sense of relief, and this in turn, made me feel powerful, ‘You like this Daddy’, I would ask, my mind alive and recording my, determined every move, should give more pleasure than the last, first by cupping then squeezing, then sucking them into my smallish mouth, his balls, bore my teeth marks, then my slim longish fingers could excite his expression, as my tiny probing slowly inched to his anus, gently encircling and feeling the crinkled fleshy ring, ‘So it was for him, as it was for me’, wickedly flashed through my head, as whenever he probed mine, I felt a deep naughtiness inside me, but most of all, I noted his ejaculations were more powerful whenever I was twiddling my fingers inside daddy’s ass.I suspect you are thinking, ‘Surely something else happened after that’, and you would be right?3. My Older brother and II sat the other night watching the movie ‘Blue Lagoon’, with my husband, daughter, and my brother and his wife, Pia.On occasions I would look across at my brother, as some of the scenes were reminiscent of our growing up, not feelings of embarrassment, they were more longing, you see, my older brother was my lover, and it was he who took my virginity, and a dark side of me only he knew.I love sex, but even more I love dangerous sex, the forbidden, the taboo, kind, in fact it was I who had instigated it, making sure, just as depicted by Brooke Shields in the movie, a sexual awakening, I had a dream, and in the morning I was wet, and thinking about men and boners.I picked up the phone and dialled his number. I was eleven and had been warned he was dangerous to girls, especially young girls like myself, as apparently he had been caught swimming with a girl who was just ten, and when he had been caught he had a boner, and was wanking it as she lay on the ground naked.How much is true and how much is pure fantasy, I could not know, all us girls were starved of men, as we outnumbered them by three to one, and it was all we talked about, as we entered our teens, drank beer and telephoned, ‘Horny Girls’, to here a man tell us what we wanted to hear as we wanked ourselves with the telephone at our ears.I always used my real name, as it sounded better, Escort İstanbul and wanted to hear him tell me he was going to fuck all my holes.We all knew who he was, an old farmer who lived way out in the countryside, our small village, along with about six others, shared the same school, and all the girls were tall, blond and horny for men.’Hello’, he said, ‘who is this’?’Mariel’, I whispered quietly into the mouthpiece.’Mariel’, he repeated, my heart pounded, and my free hand went down the front of my knickers at the sound of his voice, ‘where have you been darling, I have missed you’, he said, and I could hear him undoing his pants?’Been busy’, I whispered again.’Why are you whispering’, he asked me, ‘my cock is hard and aching to fuck you’, I started rubbing my clitoris?’Mums downstairs, and I have been busy’, I replied, my breath was coming in spurts, just hearing him and knowing he was listening to me, made my hand frig faster.’Slide your fingers inside and think about my big cock sliding up your tight cunt’.I gasped a, ‘Yes’, it was long drawn out as I pushed harder inside me, ‘Fuck me Mr Benkt’, I gasped, I was close to cumming, but he stopped and his tone changed.’How did you know my name’, he sounded scared?’We all know you’, I replied, more scared I had ruined it not just for me, but the other girls who enjoyed his service, he was silent for a few minutes.’Are you angry with me’, I asked?’Yes Mariel’, he replied, and as he spoke I visualized him standing there naked and pulling on his long cock.’Will you keep fucking me, if I say sorry’, I asked him genuinely, I wanted to cum as I was so horny?’Tomorrow’, he said abruptly, ‘I need time to think’, and at that he put the phone down.I went home, angry an frustrated, and when I got in I went to my room and threw myself onto my bed.As I lay there I could hear some music and I followed the sound, which led to my older brothers room. I knocked on the door, but there was no reply, so I opened it, somewhat gingerly, and peeked inside.My was standing in front of his mirror, he was naked, except for a large pair of headphones, he obviously forgot to to switch them off dual, that’s why he did not hear me knocking, but more importantly, his cock was rock hard, and I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, my brother was wanking himself, and I started to pull my own clothes off.He only realized I was there when I stood naked beside him, by then my hand had found his cock and pulled him into me, my hand still grasping him as our bodies melded into one, neither of us spoke, we let nature take its course, with a little help from me of course.I held him into my cunt, the head of his cock buried between my labia, and I moved it along my clitoris and down into my open cunt, where I put my arms around his neck and pulled, then lowered my body weight down onto it.I started cumming as soon as his pubic hair touched my bald vulva, feeling his hard-on move inside my stomach, just drove me wild with lusting and I climbed all over him until I had cummed many times, no shame, no remorse, I used my brother like a live dildo, only a lot better feeling.We settled down to a regular sex life, even after many other sex partners, we still enjoy each other, I guess some things in life are truly free, and my brothers cock is one of mine.Please comment which one you enjoyed, I would love to know, thanks and love Mariel
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