1. 3 Short Sex Stories, that make me Wet.


    Date: 11/2/2014, Categories: Fetish, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    filling them with warm semen. 2.Daughter's and their Divorced Fathers. There are men who fulfil a dark secret when bathing their daughters, and my father was such a man, not that I am complaining, as I always remember the loving feeling as his hands cleansed every part of me, in particular, my open crotch, and I put emphasis on open, because it was a pleasurable feeling, and I would move with his hand as his finger wiped from my puckered anus to my pubis, I think daddy marvelled at how his nubile daughter openly showed her love of being touched like that, even though we daughters thought differently about its application, not fully understanding the meaning of sexual assault. No the next part is the part that most sane people don't understand, I was allowing my father to bathe me up until my eighth birthday, and as most of you know, a girl of eight, exhibits a lot of differences to what I did four years earlier, on the same bathing night. Being bathed at an early age, was a right of passage for a father, there was never anything sexual in it, as he still had mother, but after she had left, leaving just us, the bathing continued, but his washing lingered, as if he was exploring, even when he washed between my labia, it was lingering and gentle, and as a little girl, I was discovering it to be pleasurable, and when he plucked up the courage to ask me, I told him I liked when he touched me there. When I was about six, he suggested if I would bathe myself, I felt he wanted to, ...
    so I feigned disappointment, so daddy continued, and we played that game all the way up to my teens, now I had breasts, and hair, and open orgasms in the bath water, with his fingering and masturbations. Daddy had been without a women for years, and one night as I lay in the water, I could sense his longing, everything felt different, and as I lay back in my customary position and felt daddy's finger probe and gently massage the top of my vagina, I asked, 'Why don't you come in with me'? I was yearning to see him, my curiosity wanted to know if he was feeling the way my body had started to feel whenever he masturbated me, that's what he had been doing all those years, preparing me, in the privacy of our own home, even the shower head was used to good effect, so much so, that as a woman today, in my thirties, I still love the feel of a jet of water, caressing my clitoris. Our bedrooms were separated by a thin plasterboard wall, and daddy's masturbating sounded as if he was beside me, so powerful was his need, and I finally got to know this, when I got out of bed one night, and knelt down at his door and watched him through the keyhole, quite a sight in the eyes of a girl so young. I sat hunched up with my knees drawn up to my chest as daddy undressed. When his pants and underpants were removed his penis was in an aroused state, it stood straight out, pointing at me, and everything for me fell into place. I began by reaching out and taking hold of it, the feeling of fullness, ...
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