This was told to me last night by a friend. I showed her this site, and she said I could publish what she told me as long as I changed her name. So, meet "Helen". I've known Helen since secondary school, and she's something of a nerd. Highly intelligent, (actually at dental school now) and is the usual image....glasses.....bit of a bookworm.
We were drinking wine and talking about masturbation. In particular, what we thought about when we did it. Helen said, "Don't be shocked, but sometimes, I think about... my dad." Well, she had my attention! "When I was 18, dad and I had... well, something happened. We were in a hotel, and they had given us a king sized room instead of two singles. Booking cock up. So, there was nothing to do but share.
"About three in the morning, I woke up and realised Dad had a massive hard on. It had poked through his jeans, and was pressing against my bum, and, well, it felt really nice. I turned over, and in the light coming in from the window, I could just about make it out.
"I remember reaching for it, touching it, then holding it. I just couldn't imagine how it felt to have this....you know....in there. It must hurt like fuck. Anyway, I started to instinctively move my hand up and down it. I just did what I imagined happened when he fucked Mum.
"After a few minutes it suddenly spurted! Spurt...spurt...spurt! All over my jamies leg, and onto my tummy. I'm sure Dad didn't wake up, but it went floppy after that.
"Meanwhile, I had this load of white stuff all over me. It smelled funny. It smelled....oh I don't know, kinda metally, but also very horny! This was sperm! The real deal! I knew that it could make me pregnant, but I also knew I soooo needed to masturbate.
"So, easy fix, I got up, went to the bathroom and looked at the mess. No, mess is the wrong word. It WAS a mess, but a nice mess. I ran my fingers through it, and I even licked them. Next thing I knew, I had a hand in my jammies. I lay down on the floor, fingering myself, and imagining Dad fucking me and shooting this lot inside me. "I came soooooo big! Of course, I had to rinse out my jammie bottoms, and put a pair of panties on to go back to bed, but a girl can always excuse that, right? It felt really REALLY horny lying next to Dad in just a small pair of panties! "Ever since then, well, sometimes, when I do myself, I imagine him fucking me."
I told Helen that I've imagined the same thing!
Helen's eyes widened and she said "What? You mean...?"
I nodded. In that moment, I knew absolutely that we were both randy as fuck. Now Helen is in no way bi, or bi curious even. I've suggested masturbating with her before, and no joy.
We looked at each other and I burst out giggling. "We both need a bloody good fucking, don't we?"
Helen said "Yeah.... ohhh daddy......fuck me daddy.....fuck me daddy!" At which point. My dad stuck his head round my door. "Someone call?" He asked?
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