Ok..it’s official….I’m no longer pregnant. Tests to follow, and Tig bless her is all over it. It’s not unusual in my family, and our womenfolk seem to have a few false starts….still….it's sad though.
It may seem surprising that I am writing here, but we all find our escapes where we can.
Looking back, I find my sex life didn't so much start as explode! It went from mere masturbation to lesbianism, heterosexualism, bi-sexualism in a very short space of time! I seem to have had a complete fearlessness and more than that, a joy in all matters sexual.
I’d like to share a couple of things if you don’t mind.
1) Lockdowns.
My, but they were strange things weren’t they? Like being under house arrest. Not that it bothered dad very much. He trades on the stock market and does that from home. He’s wildly successful, and tends to dabble now more than make it a 9:00-5:00 job.
During the lockdowns, we all grew into a far more relaxed way of life. Nudism became the norm - especially when their home’s server died and took the climate control with it - Alison and I were well into our sexual relationship, and mum and dad thought nothing of fucking in the gardens.
I would masturbate as, where and when I felt like it, and so, one day, I discovered so did my dad. He was in the orchard, and I was heading for the site of the old swimming pool…my favourite location for a spot of panty-wetting. In fact, that’s all I was wearing. I heard him before I saw him…just a grunt and a partially suppressed ‘fuck’. I knew mum was in the house and Ali was in the courtyard, so it had to be dad.
I crept forward slowly and saw him near the pear tree, naked, cock in hand, and going for it. It would have been exciting to find any man jacking off, but the fact it was my dad just added a piquancy to it somehow. I couldn’t know what fantasy he had in his head of course, but oh…how I hoped it was Alison and me! Mum and dad knew we were fooling around, and lesbianism is so attractive to so many men. Could he be thinking about me fingering Ali, or her fingering me? Or maybe us licking one another?
As I watched I saw that familiar flush spread across his chest. You know, thinking about it, I think I hadn’t realised that men got pre-orgasmic flushes as well as us. The silver hairs on his chest contrasted beautifully with the spread of the flush, and then he arched his back and shot his load onto the grass. My dad is a very heavy cummer. Jet after jet after jet pumped out from him, and I remember thinking that no woman could possibly accommodate his generous cock and all that cum. Sex with him must be incredibly messy…but in a good way! Imagine giving him a blow job and trying to cope with swallowing it all!
He finished and turned away from me in the direction of the stables. I waited a few minutes and went to my spot beside the old pool and enjoyed a truly filthy mental image in which I wet my panties over his cock before taking it inside me. I had no idea that a couple of months later it would actually happen for real!
2) Frustration!
Not every attempt at masturbation resulted in a satisfying cum…at least not in the early days. I was 13 and had experienced my first orgasm. Oh, not one of those “Have I cum?” Feelings….more like “Fuck me! What the fuck was that?” An absolute certainty that I had orgasmed. And they kept coming…..until one day, they didn’t! No matter what I did, or thought of, I couldn’t tip over into bliss. I polished my pearl until it got sore, and almost….oh…almost! Shit!
Even Miss Brain went into a disorganised overdrive grasping at anything that she thought might get me off. One day (oh dear..how shall I put this) I was on the lavatory…er….not peeing….the other one…).and it felt nice, so I masturbated, and nearly…nearly but no cigar.
I got very frustrated! Nothing would get me over. I knew I could cum…but now I suddenly couldn’t. My friends were talking about how they had cum only last night…or that morning..or maybe even in the school restroom only a few minutes ago! I got so cross. So I decided I wouldn’t try anymore. Almost the moment I decided not to try that’s all I wanted to do! I held off for two weeks..one of which was a period. And then….in the bath…I was exhausted, mainly because those two old hags who ran the PE department had forced me to do a cross-country run….twice! When they had us do this…they hid in the equipment shed with a paraffin heater and smoked themselves crazy while watching us literally freeze our tits off.
By the time I got home I couldn’t feel my fingers or feet. Mum ran me a bath, and she had that look of grim determination that bodes trouble for someone. Leaving me in the hot water, she went downstairs and I heard her phoning the school.
You know how it is when you’ve been freezing cold and then warm up. Drowsiness stole over me like a thick, warm blanket, and I began to doze….and Miss Brain, bless her, gave me a naughty dream of the panty-hunting I had planned but didn’t get to do.
I just got to the point of imagining Jessica’s panties in my hand and a mental image of her perfect body and…well…somehow my hand must have wandered, because suddenly I was wide awake and cumming harder than I’d ever cum in my life before! I suppose abstinence played a part, but so did the abortive attempts which, I suppose count as edging. Anyway…what a glorious cum…and a loud one too.
A knock at the door and mum’s head appeared. She told me she had spoken to the school about sending us out, unsupervised in such temperatures. At the very least, if they do it again, these two auld hags will be out there with us. As she withdrew, she paused, stuck her head round the door again, and with a cheeky grin said “Feel better now?”
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