As well as things are going with Heather....and they are going very well indeed.....I find myself lying on my bedroom floor....or on my bed, fucking myself hard and fast with one of my toys, and Miss Brain giving me deliciously perverse fantasies.
Like the one I had last night.
Clearly, I needed to masturbate. All the signs were there....tingly boobs, rock hard nipples, clit buzzing nicely, and wet as fuck. Every movement I made, no matter how innocent translated itself into an enhancement of what I was already experiencing.
Oh well....nothing to do but go and take care of business. Even getting ready for that, for me, is part of the process. I can’t just flop onto the bed, stuff my hand between my legs and hope things will work out for the best. No....instead, I need to kind of drift into it, with Miss Brain taking ever more of a steer into what will get me off.
And so......I lazily undressed, down to my panties, where Miss Brain stopped me. I’m used to masturbating in panties....I enjoy the feeling of cumming in my undies. I lay on the bed, idly stroking my boobs, wondering what would happen next.
I felt an overwhelming need to just close my eyes. In the darkness my hands became someone else’s. I started to touch myself more roughly. “He’s here,” whispered Miss Brain. Ah yes, but who? Whose hands are on my bare breasts? For once, Miss Brain gave me leeway. “Whose would you like them to be?” Immediately I thought about enjoying my ‘imaginary brother’ scenario. “No. You can do better than that. No one imaginary.” I let my mind wander before........my dad! My dad was touching my boobs. I spread my legs, feeling my already wet panties cling tightly to my crotch. A hand stroked the white, virginal material. I arched my back and whispered again, “Oh...daddy.”
He stroked me up and down my slit, making me acutely aware of the paternal between my clit and his fingers. I mewed in frustration, and arched my back. Then, he pulled the soft, wet material to one side and stroked the wet valley between my lips. I reached (in real life under my pillow for my dildo) for his cock and felt it’s hard, veiny surface. I put it to my mouth and sucked it in. I tasted my daddy’s cock and ran my tongue around it. I really didn’t care if he came in my mouth or in me. Oh, but his fingers! I felt a pang of jealousy for my mum. She enjoyed his touch, this cock every night! I almost imagined I could taste her on him.
Then, the cock was gone from my mouth and I felt it on my breasts, first one, then the other. Was he going to cum on them? No, I felt it move, over my tummy and down, down further....down to the crotch of my panties where he pressed it against me. I felt innocent, exquisitely vulnerable, ready for my first experience of sex. Miss Brain had drip fed me into the imaginary state I was now in of a virgin about to be deflowered by her daddy.
I wanted him inside me so much, yet I was scared. Would it hurt me? Would I bleed on him? Again, I felt the crotch of my panties being pulled aside. He rested right at my entrance, and I knew. I knew in that moment that neither I nor he cared. We both wanted each other with a passion. He was slippery, I was drenched.
With a firm lunge, he broke me and slid all the way inside me. He momentary sting caused me to yelp, but it passed quickly. Then he fucked me....fucked me expertly and exquisitely. I held his bum and pulled him against me, but Miss Brain made me ask him a question. “Daddy...do you mind if I touch myself while you fuck me. I think I need it to help me cum.” In my mind I saw his broad loving smile. I slipped my hand between us to my clit. He spoke. “You do this often.” A statement, not a question. “You do this often thinking about me?” There it was. “Yes daddy...oh daddy...please....don’t stop. I want...” “Yes, sweetie? What do you want?” “I want you to.....do it inside me...like you do to mum.”
His pace increased (I was fucking myself hard and fast with my dildo and rubbing my clit. My panties pulled tightly to one side.) “I’m nearly there, sweetie. Your cunt is so tight around my cock, and you.....you look so fucking sexy, you little slut.” My reply, said out loud, “Yes...I’m your slut....your whore....fuck me daddy...cum up me.”
The orgasm roared through me like an angry dragon, convulsing me even as it consumed me in its fire. I felt the Earth tremble and my legs were spread wide apart. I felt fluid leaving me as in my mind, my dad emptied himself into me.
When I came back to reality, the dildo was still in me, and I was utterly spent. Soaked, too. Squirt? Pee? Who cares. It was one of, if not THE strongest cum I have had for a while. Perverse, yes. Disgusting, some may say. Honestly, I really don’t care.
I slowly withdrew the dildo from deep inside me, and, just like I would in real life, sucked it clean. Miss Brain provided one last jewel for the crown. She had me imagine, just for a second, that I could taste my dads semen on it.
The conclusion is crystal clear. I need a cock in me, and I need it soon.
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