Since we have become nudists at home, I get to see my dad naked a lot, and sometimes he is rock hard. Mum and dad have clearly moved sex out of the bedroom and usually, when they start getting amorous, Ali and I will leave them to it…but not always. Twice now, I have sat calmly and watched them start to finish. Both of them knew I was there and on the last occasion, I simply had to masturbate.
Mum and I have talked about it and she has made references to dad’s well-endowed cock. “If you think it looks great, you should feel it inside you!” Comments like that have puzzled me. Why didn’t she say, “It feels even better when it’s inside me.” Why the use of “you”, and why the cheeky little grin and half wink?
Now, I’ve listened to them fuck often enough to know, beyond doubt, that they have a rich sex life and incorporate role play quite a lot. Mum does a pretty convincing ‘sub’, but sometimes, I’ve heard them talking about me and Ali. They know we have had sex together, but they don’t always talk about that. Sometimes, it’s whether Ali has lost her cherry yet, or what I might be like in bed. I’ve heard these chats develop into sex with mum pretending to be one of us. In role, dad has taken Al’s cherry numerous times, and he has also fucked me. I also know my panties have been part of their playtime too when they’re feeling especially naughty. Listening to mum encouraging dad to, “…smell her. Lick her off her panties,” drives me wild. As for, “Oh daddy, pull my panties aside and fuck me.” Actually, that makes me jealous as all get out.
And wet. Deliciously, dirtilly, hornilly wet! Of course, I’ve masturbated myself silly imagining being a threesome with them, imagining having him in my room, on my bed, but yesterday, the closest thing ever to actually fucking him happened.
We have, as I’ve mentioned before, a very large home in an even larger estate. There are paddocks for the horses, a large orchard, a meadow, and four formal gardens. Then there’s the area awaiting development where the old outdoor pool used to be. Plenty of space to be alone if that’s what you want. That means plenty of space for outdoor masturbation too. We all seem to have our preferred places. Ali likes the old changing rooms by the now filled in outdoor pool….I don’t suppose that really counts as ‘outdoors’, but it’s a bit grungy in there now, so maybe it’s that she likes.
Me? I have an apple tree in the orchard that I love standing and leaning against. The bark is just rough enough to fit in with some of my ‘being forced’ fantasies, and masturbating standing up is very different to lying down. It always makes me squirt or pee and both of those activities enhances my orgasms intensely.
I know mum masturbates outdoors, as does dad, but until yesterday I didn’t know where he does it.
After having watched him wander around with a semi which, at times became fully erect, I must admit, I was definitely ready for a trip to the orchard and my favourite tree. Miss Brain was already at work giving me snapshot fantasies of dad forcing me on the tarmac of the tennis court, with me in my old school tennis outfit. In the end, my clit wouldn’t be ignored any more and I walked off towards the meadow which leads to the orchard.
The meadow is surrounded by a tightly grown 8ft hedge and an archway. It’s a beautiful are packed with wildflowers. I walked through the archway and immediately on my left was my dad, cock in hand, and clearly near the finishing point. Something weird happened. There was no flustered apologies from either of us, no hasty escape by me. I just took one step sideways so I was standing opposite him and about four feet away. He didn’t stop masturbating although he did slow down. I saw his eyes scan my body before settling on my lower tummy and presumably the very top of my cunny. I could see he was edging, so I began, very slightly, to push my hips forward as he sped up and opened my legs a little. We never came close to fucking or even touching, but each time he sped up, I pushed my hips a little further forward and pulled back as he slowed down.
Soon, he couldn’t hold back any more and really went for it. I pushed my hips forward and spread my knees as wide as I could without falling over, and he shot into my tummy. I had forgotten how much I love the sight, feel and scent of semen! I think that’s why I won’t ever be 100% lesbian. Dad is a heavy cummer, that’s for sure. I must have got at least five good shots on me, all of which ran down over my cunny.
I would have fucked him there and then. My clit was pulsing like it hasn’t for quite a while now. As he watched, I reached between my legs and did myself. I used my left hand to scoop up his cum and taste it. Since I was already horny as fuck before, and now had my dad’s cum on me, my orgasm hit me like a train wreck, and I squirted heavily…or,peed…or both. Who knows? Who cares?
He didn’t run out on me. He just watched which is something I love.
After, he just gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek before going back to the house. I wandered off to the middle of the meadow and lay down among the fragrant grasses and flowers. The outer edge of the meadow has been cut recently and has a scent to it not dissimilar to a freshly aroused cunny….maybe that’s why I like the meadow so much.
Thinking about what had just happened, no, dad wasn’t waiting for me. He didn’t know I was going to go to my place for a quick wank. He was just too close to stop. There’s no way he could have covered up, or pretended to be doing something else, and it seemed to me to be insulting to run out on him. I also knew, from years of listening to him fuck mum, that sometimes they use us in their sex play. Fine. I don’t think any of this happened as conscious thought, it just….happened. Right time, right circumstance.
As I lay there, I idly swirled a finger through the cum that was left on my belly and between my cunny lips and then pushed that finger deep inside me. While lying there I had another, much more leisurely orgasm fantasising about him making love to me…not fucking my brains out, although I have no doubt he is capable of that, just gentle, slipping in me, gentle movements, both of us thinking we should stop, yet wanting to finish type of thing. I realised that I have been masturbating thinking about my dad a lot lately, and it’s driving me wild! I want to fuck him.
And somehow, I really don’t think mum would mind.
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