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Becky's Dreamtime

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There’s certainly a definite link between my early sexual life and my masturbatory images. Sometimes they are nonsensical....nothing more than a series of quick images each building on the last in terms of eroticism until I cum, but what I’m telling you today needs explaining first. You’ll understand why when you’ve read it. 


When I first got interested in sex, it seemed to me quite violent act. There’s the woman, in a prone, vulnerable position, while above her, a man is shoving his dick in and out of the most sensitive part of her body. Yet, she’s enjoying it. Sometimes I would listen to mum and dad fuck. Now and then I would spy on them thanks to a handy air vent in my room. There was no doubt in my teenage brain that mum was feeling very good indeed! Yet it looked so, so forced. Especially when they would talk dirty to each other, and even more especially when they would swear and call each other names. When I was 13, I would watch and listen, standing on a chair, barely able to keep my balance because my legs kept squeezing together and my vagina felt like it was jumping! So, the here and now. I realised, (and it took some time to admit to myself) that I enjoyed thinking of me where mum was. I remember vividly masturbating at around 14, thinking of my dad doing it to me. I also realise now that it is still something of a masturbatory fantasy as well. Gosh....this is sounding more like a confession, isn’t it? So, again, I’m careful what I wear. I knew I wanted to masturbate today. Kate isn’t here, and won’t be for six months. She’s on an exchange program. And, of course, it’s Saturday. No classes, not many people around. I'm horny, of course, and I considered waiting until tonight, but then, I can always do it again later. Oh, get to the point, Becky. I go, naked to my drawers. White cotton panties. White t shirt. Short skirt. Yes, that’s feels right already. Socks? Oh please god No! Tights then? Hmmmm.....no. I know, I don’t know if you have this in the US, but we have a kind of half way between tights (pantyhose) and stockings and suspenders. They’re kind of both. I remember sneaking some of mums when I was 14. I actually wore them to school. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever done, and I was in one hell of a state all day. A look in the mirror, and yes, that’s the right look. Now for my brain. A good wank, for me, requires physical and mental preparation. So, a walk first. As I wander around the campus, I pick a route where I’m not likely to meet anyone I know....or indeed, anyone at all, and I let my mind drift back to my chair, my spyhole and my memory. Fragments present themselves. Mum is on her back, dad is holding her hands above her head, and really going for it. It looks like he’s forcing her, but she is telling him to go harder: “Fuck me through the bed!” Most importantly, I recall they way I felt: how my young body tried to interpret the sights into feelings. How he had it in her. What was it like to age a cock in there....and going as fast as he was....slamming it up inside her until he came? I remembered getting so wet at the sight and thought and now, I’m rewarded by the same feeling. A little further down the path, another flashback memory. Mum on all fours. Dad behind her. Mum wearing nothing but tights which dad had torn. (I remember I thought he was up her bum not her cunt.....he wasn’t. But I thought it at the time...wonder why?) She was looking over her shoulder at him. Wide eyed, but her face riddled with desire. “Fuck me, you cunt. Fuck me, and spurt your cum into my womb you fucking bastard”.That made my whole crotch contract. Cunny and bumhole together. I’m nearly ready. Another memory. Mum dressed as a schoolgirl, kneeling in front of dad and sucking his cock. I saw it going in and out of her mouth so wetly. I wondered what a boys cock tastes like, but before I could dwell on that thought, he had stopped her and lifted her up to lie her on the bed. They were clearly role playing. He asked her if she was ready. He said, “You’re only 14. Are you sure?” She replied with, “Oh yes. I want you to be my first, Daddy.” He pushed slowly into her and she cried out. At first I thought he’d hurt her, but later I realised she was only pretending her hymen had popped. I watched them fuck. Slowly and gently this time and with mum making little noises. I heard him call her a name that wasn’t hers ... Jenny, I think .. but, and here’s where my mind went ... it might have been Becky. On my way back to my room, I pretended I was coming home from school. I even skipped a little. Back in my room, I imagined a knock, and my dad standing there. He looks so embarrassed. I wonder what’s wrong. (From here on in, it's all my imagination, my fantasy.) “Becky. I know you saw what mum and I did last night. I’ve known you’ve been spying on us for a while.” “Daddy...I Uh......””No. It’s ok, kitten. I don’t mind....Uh...WE don’t mind, it’s just that last night was, well, special. Last night we had been talking about you, how you’ve grown up, and well, things got out of hand. I even.....I even called mum YOUR name at one point.””Oh.....umm.....I see......Er.......did it work? I mean, did it get you off, thinking it was me?””Oh, kitten. You have no idea. I came so hard.”Theres asilence. I don’t know what to say to him. But actions speak louder than words, so I take his hand and I put it on my breast. For a moment it just stays there, then I feel him give a small squeeze. Before I know it, I’m lying on my bed, my t-shirt up over my boobs and my hands roaming all over my tits. In my head, it’s my dad. But tits are rarely enough, and soon I feel his urgency. I’m a little uncomfortable, because I know if he touches me there, he will feel how wet I am. A hand tracks up, between my thighs and I find myself slowly spreading my legs to allow him access. He rubs me over my panties. “Hmm, I see you’ve stolen another pair of your mothers suspenders stockings” I nod. “And not for the first time either.” Another nod.” I knew you went to school in a pair. When you came home, you smelled of sex......and so did your underwear.”i reach for his cock. It’s so hard, my fingers barely fit around it. I wank it like I did the very first boy I wanked off. Smoothly, I’m on my back. My panties are pulled aside and he asks me. “Are you sure?” I tell him I want him to be my first. Slowly, he pushes inside me. I cry out when my imaginary hymen tears, and then he is inside me all the way, gently but firmly fucking me. “Oh Becky.....your so tight......so wet....””Oh Daddy......fuck me.....do me like you do Mum. Cum inside me.....cum deep inside me......oh.....ohhhh Daddy......I’m gonna....I’m gonna.........”I cum violently, my back arching off the bed, and I feel a quiet of wetness.How long afterwards is it before I come down? Minutes? Who cares. My fingers are still inside me when I regain sensibility. I take a moment to think. Why was that such a strong connection? I suppose your dad is the first man you ever loved, but not in that way. Perhaps it’s just the forbidden nature of it? Forbidden fruits are the sweetest ... that’s why so few 15 year old girls still have their cherries. Perhaps it was just what I needed at the time, a dirty fantasy to make me cum. I get up, and decide not to change my wet panties. I know I’m going to cum again today, probably several times, and something tells me it will be in several different places. 

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