Sandra-1.

More or less a phantasy story told by my 22 year old daughter !

This story was originally written in danish pastry, so please accept for misinterpreted row and phrases.

Introduction.

It 's a bit difficult to begin my story, how it all started.
My name is Sandra, and my story starts about 2 month after I had turned 18.
My story is based on eminence from my journal, so every day should be properly listed.
I had no pureness, as I had been with 3 `` boy '', but every time I felt incredibly cheated because they had been triggered, before I had even had time to find anything.
Yes, I felt that at the nearest they just had `` thrown '' themselves over me, without thought process of me.
I had no dubiousness that my mother and Padre had had a fairly `` active '' sex life story, too often I had heard mother `` screaming '' from inside their bedroom.
From time to time, I had since I had been about 12 years, often imagined to be fucked, and I wished that one day I would go through the same `` joy ''.
When I was about 14 years old, my mother had taken me to the doctor and made sure that I got the pill.
Not as an indorsement of that I just could `` bun lax '', but mother expressed that she just wanted to protect me from an undesirable pregnancy.
female parent had fortunately trusted me, and it took some clock time before a boy took my virginity.
As it probably is quite common, I was disappointed back, without having received anything out of this low sexual experience.
I remember, however, that `` run '' had been so exciting that when I got home, I had pill myself to release, with the theme that I was fucked, and got spill at this.
When I was 15, my mother died after a short-change illness.

Tues :
A few months after I turned 16, I had an even been to an event with my classmates in high school, and one of the male child had been too `` secretive '' to me, but without that there was `` something happening ''.
When I got rest home that evening, I was again quite sad, purely sexual, and when my father also appeared to be `` way down in the basement, '' we fell a niggling into each other 's arms.
founder has fortunately always been in force to `` understand '' me, and was soon realizing that I seemed sad.
I could not help but to entrust myself to him, and he said, perhaps I should consider, to retrieve a more mature man, at least to `` get something out of it. ``
Although the `` guy '' would be somewhat older, he would not controvert this, as he felt that it was of import that I learned my torso to have a go at it in this way.
Oh, at that fourth dimension did not feel for a `` mature '' man, but could actually realise the Father of the Church 's point of view.
I 'm not certainly what happened, but suddenly we were on the couch in a so tenderly embracing that I actually wished that he should just roll in the hay me `` here and now ''.
Dad was a bit blockade about this, but I was told that I would experience much more `` at ease '' by if he would `` help '' me.
Before we realized what happened, da took me there on the couch, and even though dad is significantly better `` built '' than one of the three boys I had previously been with, his cock just felt so beautiful in my mean young pussycat,
I 'm not certain how many orgasms I got before Church Father `` gave in '' and gave me all his `` charge ''.
Afterward father was just so embarrassed, but my joy at having got so very much out of our intercourse, made me so happy, and promised him that I wanted to try this again with him.
Somehow `` confused '' dad sent me up to my room, but inside my bed, I had to `` help '' myself to another release.
Oh God, this was the incest, but this guilt was completely overshadowed by my satisfaction.

Wednesday :
Next morning I looked a little at myself in the mirror :
Long blond hair, almost to the end stern, about 162 cm tall, breasts of a size of it `` A + '' or B- '', and a solid pocket-sized `` Paris-ass ''.
Compared to my size, I was rather slim.
I knew that many vernal, and for that thing, older men, looked after me.
I could not help but think that I largely resembled my mother, just in a young and slimmer version.
beginner and female parent had met when mother was 19 and father 23, and with the pictures I had seen of them as newly engaged, I could well realize that my mother had fallen `` head over bounder '' in lovemaking with him.
down in the kitchen, Dad was just so ashamed, and tried really to lament ;
he was my father and the eldest, and felt he had used me purely sexual.
I took the Church Father and said that I was well aware of this, but I had thought about our `` togetherness '', and had experienced some of the full ever, I might be capable to experience as a woman, to be released by a man.
When I came home from school that good afternoon, I headed quickly up to my elbow room :
I was horny as hell on earth, and it was with the idea that it was dad 's dick I had in me when I came for probably the one-fourth time.
Dad came home from employment and I had been trying to get ready for dinner.
Ugh ; father felt like H ....
Yes, I can sympathize him, because he had `` assaulted '' at his daughter.
However, I didn't charge at all ; actually I was willing that we should have sex again.
Just the memory of that eve before he had `` filled me out '', made me more or less horny.
Dad tried to rationalize many times, but when I sat on his lap and told that this might be our secret, just that he had been `` so commodity '' to me the night before, I would not feature anything against that we `` repeated success ''.
Dad was very `` unsafe '' on top of my exclamation, but we had eaten our dinner party, and cleaned up the kitchen.
Dad had some things he had to fix after dinner, and I had also just done some homework.
At bedtime, he would just say goodnight to me, but soon it was with a osculation on the mouth.
I was not so see with kissing, but felt that the father tongue-kiss, could awaken a dead, so very quickly, I was horny, and took grasp of the father 's groins and asked him to bed me again.
Dad was fortunately not a `` wooden man '', as soon we were inside the double bed where he again fucked me something so wonderful.
Dad was almost in tears of shame, but I lay in his arms and said that it was my fault, so he might not be so bad conscience because I had given me `` to him ''.
We simply fell asleep so, and the next morning time begetter woke with something of a `` twitch ''.

Thursday :
Oh, how the bad conscience shown from father when he discovered that his girl was in his arms, lovely satisfied from the nighttime before.
John L. H. Down at the breakfast table seemed dad something `` agonized '' over his `` misbehaviour '', but I took him and told him I loved him for what he had done.
Dad was at work and I 'm in schooltime, so we had to sustain `` a more detail conversation '' about this when we were home again.
It was hard for me to decoct in school that day :
The entirely time circling my thought on Father of the Church, and his big dick, and what it had previously done to my pussy.
On the break, I was spending to the highest degree of the time on the bathroom, and had to give myself a few sexual climax, with the approximation of founder 's cock.
I was a little earlier relinquish that day, so when I got menage, I found some of my pouch money, and visited a"pornography Street"in Central Danish capital, where I bought a dildo.
The supporter looked a bit of my age, but said nothing.
At nursing home, I unpacked my `` new acquisition '', and had inserted the batteries before I tested it.
I got several orgasm, but was interrupted as my father came home.
Dad and I had to have a `` serious talk '', but for my parting I was quite unlike on father 's attitudes to `` incest '' :
He was my `` tool '' to lovely orgasms, and just feeling his hammer in my twat, could make me block that he was actually my father.
Dad had himself some evening earlier even said that maybe I should try a more `` mature '' man, and it was in this light, I just saw him as my mature dearest, which I tried to explain to him.
Church Father was well cognizant that he had `` put up to '' this `` solution '', but not that it should be him who would `` serve me on the way ''.
Again, I had to descend father around the neck opening and Tell that in my case, it was all right with me, and that this would be our utmost secrecy.
It seemed that Father of the Church `` unwind '' Thomas More of the top of my substance, and we were done dinner, and the subsequent cleanup.
It was bedtime, and a little careful, I asked Dad if I could get into double bed with him.
It seemed to get pretty quickly `` give up '' himself, and soon I lay in his arms, and enjoyed his caresses.
If the father had been as in force at mother in bed, I could understand, having heard her screaming quietly several evenings.
This evening, we ended up in a 69- 's and Father-God 's natural language could fucking do something about my snatch, I had not even imagined in my wildest fantasies.
I had never tried to suck cock before, but had an musical theme of how I should do.
fountainhead, I had seen several pornography pic, so I did the best I could.
Father had `` warned '' me before he came, but in my zeal, I did not move his mouth so that some of his spermatozoon jibe into my mouth, and the rest over to the highest degree of my face.
Just this experience got me on the adjacent to derive a second time.
The taste of his come was not even as bad as I had originally imagined.
Dad was trembling all over with excitation, and I was `` far up and running. ``
We had to go out and wash, and I discovered that the father did something `` wet '' in the face.
A little smiling got dad say something that he thought I looked like my mother, because she had also been able-bodied to `` juice '' quite strongly.
Inside the bed, I lay in father 's arms, and he was loving on me and kissed me gently on the mouth.
Just this made me horny again, and I took his voiced cock.
Quickly father realized that I wanted sex again, and asked me to go down on him stiff.
There was zilch I wanted more.
Fast was dad 's cock stiffened again, and he asked me to try to `` sit '' him.
This I had never tried before, but was immediately leave to try.
After a few endeavor, he dashed all the way into my pussy.
God, that was just wonderful.
Dad kept hold on my coxa, and when I had gotten used to his `` presence '' in my pussy, dad took over the movements.
Oh, the sense was just indescribably beautiful.
I think I came very quickly, and felt that I just wanted to have his shaft there, forever.
At a point, father 's hands came `` too far down '' around my buttocks, and a duad of his fingers, hit my `` rear yap ''.
It tickled `` suspicious '', but from the porn movies I had seen, I knew that my rear hollow could also be the objective of a man 's `` attention ''.
Father got cognizant, this just wasn't `` the right time '', and got hold of my hips again.
In the end, he got his hands in between us and hugged my breast quite strongly, and this just made me get quite"aroused"just before Father-God ejaculated into me with something of a roar.
Oh, I just collapsed on top of father :
I was quite exhausted.
After a in force grooming, I was allowed to put myself into bed with male parent again, this clip `` in spoon '', and so we woke up Friday morning.

Fri :
Dad was still somehow embarrassed, but I could sense that he seemed glad than he had done since female parent got seriously ill.
I arrived home 3 hours before begetter, and would `` delight '' me with my dildo.
In one way or another, I had `` hit '' a bit wrong, as I would put it up in my snatch, so instead it hit my keister hole.
Oops, it felt decent in fact, and with the memory board of that a couple of father 's fingers the night before had touched this, I could not help but imagine that I might one day be able to try to get a shaft there.
I was almost afraid my attitude to this, but choose carefully to try to get the dildo up there.
The dildo was a bit moist, but I got it a art object up, but could smell out that `` something was wrongfulness ''.
I hurried into the bathroom and got on the toilet, and a small later I appeared somewhat `` empty ''.
I was already so unquiet to take on with my `` exercise '' that I had looked in the bathroom locker for something `` grease '', and found some Vaseline.
A good dollop on the dildo and in my rear hole, and then it was just to try again.
The dildo came over halfway up in my rear mess, and I turned it"on ”.
At first it was just a tickling sensation, but soon I found out that I enjoyed being expanded there.
Just the estimation that father one day also would choose me there, made me get orgasm a few prison term before I was fairly satisfied.
I had to quickly grooming and cleaning the massager, which had been a bit `` Brown University ''.
Via the porn movies I had seen, I knew that women apparently also would be able-bodied to orgasm this way, so I was now surefooted that I could possibly find out as very much pleasure in this sort of sex.
Inside my room, it was a little hard for me to concentrate on my homework, because I wanted to regain out more about anal sex.
I was looking at some smut internet site, and here I was able to find movies where women were not only fucked in the back muddle, but in both holes and 2 putz in either one or the early hole.
My God, a feeling I got in the abdomen.
Without realizing it, I got quite aroused again.
I got hornier, as I had found some moving picture where women were `` fisted '' in the front kettle of fish, not to mention when I found some where this also happened in the rear hole.
I was struck dumb.
Could this really happen ?
At first I thought they were `` photo-tricks '', but quickly realized that the scenes were real.
Well, my pussy had felt very tight on the kickoff night with dad, but simply had managed to get his relatively big cock, almost all the way, so why not ?
Father 's return interrupted my further thinking.
I had to just emit deeply a few clip before I came down the stairs to settle on his neck, which I had done so often throughout my childhood, when he had come home.
During dinner party, came conversation into sex, and begetter had made it quite clear to me that it was very important that I remembered to take my pill every day.
He could be quite quiet down, for this I had remembered from the outset.
Furthermore, it was important that I told, if there was anything I did not like, but that I even had to come up with `` wishes ''.
Ugh, I was just about to `` confess '' about my desire for anal sex, but chose to persist silent.
We ended up in bed, and since it was Friday nighttime and not had to get up the next morning, it was just such a lovely even and Night, as father ejaculated into me three times.
Dad had taken me `` from buns '', and it felt as if his rooster came even further up in me, but it felt just wonderful.

Saturday good morning I woke up in father 's arms, and although he was my father, I felt that I wanted to waken up like every morning, the respite of my life.
After breakfast, I was keen on sex, and founding father was not very difficult to persuade.
It was a `` ride '' where forefather 's finger's breadth again hit my rump cakehole, and this clip I more or less encouraged him to try with a couple of fingers.
Fairly quickly Church Father had a few fingers the ripe way up, and even if they didn't fill as much as my massager, it seemed much better.
In one way or another, I felt that I wanted to try with more than fingers, and has apparently been expressed that, because when we both came, Father had shown 2 x 2 fingers pretty much up in my bottom hole.
I was almost in tears of turmoil, and father looked a bit frightened at me.
At number 1 he thought that he had done me trauma, by having all four finger in my nates mess, but I could reassure him that it had only increased my enjoyment.
A little giggling got dad to say, I seemed to be as my mother, as she had also liked this `` variation ''.
I asked a little cautiously, if mother also had been decidedly to anal sex.
A little hesitantly got father replied `` oh yes '', and if I knew what all this meant ?
No, I had not tried this before, but just the fact Fatherhood had all four fingers up in my bring up muddle, led me to expect that I would be capable to accommodate his dick.
Slightly embarrassed, I told dad that I had a dildo, and already had `` secretly trained '', and actually had a desire to try.
Dad shook his question in despair and said something care `` as a mother, then girl ''.
After a spry grooming, dada and I were back in bed, starting to breastfeed him stiff.
In the bathroom, I had found Vaseline, and smuggled it into the bedroom.
When I thought that Dad 's pecker was stiff enough, I asked him to"get care"of my rear hole, because I really wanted to try.
Although I had not tried before, I felt that don knew exactly how he should `` open '' me with his finger's breadth before he smeared a big blob on his peter and started to get across into me from behind.
Although I had thought about using my dildo there the day before, it felt even better with father 's stopcock, even if it was just a little thicker, but father 's `` patience '', made me to `` relax even more. ``
Since it was the first time I had something that big there, made it a bit sore, but soon it felt just wonderful, not even as uncomfortable as when I had lost my virginity.
It felt as if Dad 's peter pretty quickly came into me, and just the fact that he apparently could hail all the way in me, without `` resistance '' did, his turncock apparently hit something in me, that I liked.
Father would `` raise '' my enjoyment by massage my clit, but I told that I would like to try this starting time, without `` assist ''.
It took some metre, but suddenly a nice hotshot flushed all over my trunk by a long-drawn-release, so I guess I almost started to cry.
Father appeared a bit frightened, but I asked him to continue.
Oh, how it felt just great when he finally came into my rear hole.
It just felt heavy in a different way.
Dad came right up to me, so I guess I got to moan a region of this, but it was just fucking great.
In the lav, I flew into the Father 's blazon and said thank you, because he had extended my `` skyline ''.
I was looked down on Church Father 's dick, who wore a little jot of where it had been, so I washed it lovingly.
Just this got his cock to uprise again, and before long we were again in bed, in a nice"69 ”.
Since my rear hole apparently had been somewhat open, Father had quickly 2 x 2 fingers in my rear cakehole, and we both came at the end of a fantastic sexual climax, this sentence I didn't take my head, and Dad filled my mouth with his hot sperm.
It felt as father's orgasm had been extended in this way, so I was quite proud to be able to do this.
So we were both somewhat frazzled.
After grooming, we fell fast asleep.

William Ashley Sunday sunrise, I was still somewhat exhausted, and while we ate breakfast, my rear hole reminded me that dad 's cock had been there the night before, but it was a howling kind of admonisher, and founder could also feel my response when I sat on the chair.
This caused dad to laugh a bit, and asked if there were other things I 'd like to try.
I shook gently on my header and said this in the start place was `` good enough '', but that I wanted to try again.
Dad shook his head and said something that I was just as hopeless as my mother, but smiled very widely when he asked what I would suffer repeated.
Quickly I had been to the toilet, and was inside the double bed, but this time on my back, with buttocks lying on a compact pad.
Dad had quickly licked me to orgasm, and had four finger almost all the way in my tail hole before I could feel his cock penetrate slowly into me.
Just this status caused that I could sense that his dick hit the tip of my womb mouth in this way, which made me very excited.
It didn't take long until I climaxed, and it felt as if my pussy was about to `` run over ''.
I got an uncontrollable urge to be expanded even more in my abdomen, so quickly I had a couple of fingers inside my pussy.
It was also three fingers, and this was what I had previously been able-bodied to do `` on my own '' in my lonely second, but despite dad 's cock in my tail hole, I felt for more, so suddenly I had four finger up.
Dad was somewhat surprised, and said that if I continued in this way, I would palpate so tight that he could not hold on a good deal longer.
That was a bit of a dilemma, because I felt that there was room for more in my cunt, but just the whizz of dad 's cock in my rear hole, made me bid he could go on for hours.
I got various climax in this way before father came into me and sank down a little over me, still with my four fingerbreadth in my pussy.
Oh, how did it just feel tremendous, and I wanted his peter would be there much longer.
Eventually his cock got out of my fanny mess, to my corking disappointment.
sire could clearly sense my disappointment, and asked if it was so"unpleasant"for which he sensed ?
Yes heck, just being expanded so much, was simply wonderful.
A little asking got dad to ask if I wanted something `` real '' in my prat hole ?
Oh, that would be majuscule, because even though it would get been nice to be fucked in my pussy, I felt that I wanted to persist put out in my rear hole.
Dad had to go out and grooming, and said that we had to make for sure that I have for the future tense was `` totally discharge '' when we had anal sex.
I looked wonderingly at him, for I had just been to the potty and could not imagine that I could be `` emptied '' further.
I got turned a footling in bed, and had looked at my stomach, through the mirrors on the slanted wall.
My God :
It was almost as if my rear jam looked like a big"crater ”.
I pinched a little, and just to see my rear golf hole tightened, was pretty exciting.
I wondered a petty at how much blank space there would actually be in both of my holes, because I remembered the motion picture I had seen in women who had been `` fisted ''.
Imagine if one day I could get a completely hand into my slit, or for that matter my rear hole ?
Dad came in from the bathroom and saw me and look at my abdomen.
A bit cheeky, he asked if I liked the view ?
I could not help but babble out about the porn moving-picture show I had seen, and my fantasies.
Dad quickly understood and said that he and mother had often `` played '' in this way, and soon my mother had been able-bodied to get his entirely hand into her pussy.
Although I only had just turned 16 a few calendar month ago, he thought that I without often effort could get my hand up, but with a little practice.
If I wanted to, he would `` help ''.
Dad got off this part of the conversation and asked about my desire to be `` changeless extended '' in my put up hole ?
Yes, I would at to the lowest degree like to try the feeling.
Quickly began father to get dressed and said he would run for an hour, because he was just shopping.
Meanwhile I could be groomed, and possibly get me a nap.
Before being aware, father had left, and returned after about 1½ hour.
When forefather came home, he had a charge plate bag with him and let me expect into it.
Wow ; father had been in"smut Street"and bought sex toys :
A dildo enceinte and longer than my own, an contrived hand, a `` metier '' and `` large '' `` buttplug '', an inflatable dildo and a `` rubber thing '', which I would later see was to `` disgorge '' of my parent hole.
Dad thought this might be plenty `` to startle with '', but urged me to tell if I had other ideas.
As I wanted to try to be expanded further in my rear golf hole, father took me into the bathroom, where I got a bit of a"washout ”.
The first lot seemed a trivial strange to me, but when I sat on the toilet, and the body of water poured out of my rear hole, I could find that I was further depleted, and just the estimation that father might `` get better '' access code, gave me the courageousness `` for another one ”.
It was pretty exciting, and when I felt that I was completely `` empty ”, I had to have a agile `` undercarriage wash ``.
Inside the bed father made gear up to take my tail hole under the `` loving upkeep ''.
I was well lubricated, and after Dad had three finger up at me, he took the culture medium `` buttplug '' and led it gently into me.
I was just getting used to it, but soon I enjoyed the feeling.
When I knew that father had also bought a heavy one, I was odd to try if I could accommodate this.
Dad was very helpful in getting the spiritualist `` buttplug '' out of me, and I was actually very thankful for his supporter, because I tried to tighten up, rather than relax.
Dad got to express joy a little at this, but said that I just had to check the `` caper ''.
Dad tried for respective bit to get the big `` buttplug '' up in me, but lacked a few centimeters in that to manage, as it seemed a bit too big in diameter.
Dad was convinced, however, that one day it might have to be managed.
I had been following this whole `` scene '' through the mirrors on the wall, and I was inclined to okay with dad.
It was the medium `` buttplug '' again, and Dad told me to lie down on my back.
He found the new dildo, and as I was already"soaking wet ”, it quickly hit at bottom, into a ace `` blow ''.
Oh, it was just naughty, and I felt just so horny.
Fatherhood had thrown off his underwear, and his big hammer came up to my mouth as I automatically opened.
One of Dad's handwriting came down to assure that the dildo wouldn't spill out of me while I took care of his cock.
For a short while we were into this position, but quite soon, we were in a 69-is, with me at the top.
Dad got turned on the dildo while he licked me, and I can tell that I just"came"by thunder and lightning.
When father finally came into my mouth, he had increased up the speed, and pushed the dildo as abstruse into me as possible.
Oh, I just fell over on his stomach, completely exhausted.
Dad slowly turned down the velocity, but let the dildo remain in me, until I somewhat `` work-shy '' rose from him.
I got on the toilet to pee, but chose to let my `` buttplug '' check in my fundament hole.
Dad came out to be groomed, and I could see that he was something wet on the face of my juices.
I was a little embarrassed by this, even though I knew that I hadn't urinated on him.
Dad embraced me lovingly and said that I should be felicitous to `` succus '' as much, that I didn't seem to me"lubricating substance"in my forepart hole.
I chose to take a quick exhibitioner, so the succus between my thigh, and the lube around my rear hole could be washed away, but father had discovered that my `` butt on plug '' was still in my rear jam, and began to express joy a little.
I was just different ; the sensation was just"fantabulous ”.
A picayune grin got dad to say that I should be prepared that it could feel more `` intense '' when I sat down.
We got dressed and went down to the kitchen for some lunch, and when I sat down, I tell you that it felt as if my `` buttplug '' came further up, so at first I expelled a modest squeal.
Dad could not help but laugh a piddling, but said he hoped that I liked the sensation.
Yes I could, and annoyed me a bit that it was not the thick one, I had there.
It was good to make dejeuner, but we were somewhat tired on top of the dark and the daybreak 's `` inordinateness '', so we took us an afternoon nap, separately.
However, I had taken the inflatable dildo with into my bed, and soon it was up in my twat, I began to inflate it.
I was damn horny for this, and I think that just the fact that I had a `` buttplug '' in my rear hollow, enhanced my enjoyment.
I"pumped"quite a lot, and just being expanded so much in the puss, made me think about how it would feel to induce a whole bridge player up there, and how it must feel to give birth.
At this tip I remembered that my founding father had also bought `` a deal '', and this would be my following `` challenge ''.
I had to make water myself into a few coming, but my fatigue was too a great deal, so I only managed to get the air out of the dildo, and I fell out of me before I simply fell asleep.
I slept for a twain of hours, and felt quite clean again, but also horny.
Yes, no wonder, as I still had the `` buttplug '' up in the can hole.
I could listen the washing auto was running down the hallway, so dad had to already been up.
Quickly I got groomed, and washed the inflatable dildo.
Down in the living room father relaxed a little, and without advance ado, I sat astride him, and gave him a vast hug and said thank you because he was so `` goodness '' to me.
Dad had squeezed my buttocks lovingly, but a couple of fingers hit my `` buttplug '', and pushed it a bit further into me, which made me"react ”.
forefather was aware of why, and `` warned '' me that my rear hole could run the risk of not being able-bodied to"contract"properly together again.
His advantageously advice was that I should remove it later when I went to bed tonight.
I understood my Fatherhood 's concern and promised him that, although the feeling was awfully nice.
It was a `` secret conversation '' and father were very unquiet about our `` relationship '' because I had just started high school, and our family and Quaker would probably be surprised that we suddenly kept us more to ourselves.
As father was not in doubt that many Male creatures looked at me, they might also inquire why I didn't have a boyfriend.
I could read my father 's `` concerns '', but promised him that I would hold on silent, because in sorry case, he could go to immure, and with this we wouldn't have each former more.
This I would avoid at all costs, and promised that when we were with others, I would act `` nicely ''.
As common, I helped dad to ingest guardianship of the house and while dad started making dinner, I made indisputable to empty the washing machine, and get wash to dry.
While we ate, suggested dad a new `` house rule '' :
We only slept together up to the weekends and holidays because we both had our job and shoal to look to.
Apart from this, there should be zilch to preclude us for having sex.
I remember that I had a punishing meter accepting this, but could sympathize my don 's attitude.
Since we both had to get up the following dayspring, we should not slumber too recent, so I asked father into having sex again.
Dad was wanton to persuade, and before long I was lying and enjoyed his caresses before his hammer penetrated my wet pussy.
Oh, what a wonderful feeling, because I still had my `` buttplug '' in my rear hole :
I felt quite tight and begetter also liked the sensation.
I got some hearty orgasms before Dad finally came into me.
In the toilet, I had to have the forefather 's help again, to remove my `` buttplug '', but it felt somewhat sluttish to remove it.
Dad looked something intensely on my gaping hole, and said something like he had certainly forgotten how aphrodisiac it looked.
We made the agreement that my two `` buttplug '', should be in his chamber, so I did not get to chicane, but I could have got the dildos with me.
It was a lilliputian punishing to line up rest in my bed, because I felt horny again, and before yearn, I had the big dildo in my pussy, and got a few orgasms this way.
I didn't experience quite quenched, and began to infix my finger in my slit, and soon had four fingers up completely.
I raised myself up on the left arm and curled up, and soon my thumb also well on the way up.
Oh God, it was just outstanding to be expanded so much.
I couldn't help but think of that until a few twenty-four hours ago, I had so far only been able to get three fingers up, and now I lay here, and had most of my hand right up.
Just the idea that I might soon deal to get my entire hand up, made me coming, without any form of"help ”.
Oh, I"rested"for a hanker time and sighed with expiation afterwards, while I licked my juice of my hand.
Then I just fell asleep.

Monday :
I woke up with a start when the alarm clock rang.
Boy, I had slept well, but also had a risque dream that I was fisted.
We got a agile fix breakfast, and kissed goodbye.
In high shoal, some of my protagonist along with me at lunch, asked curiously to my weekend, as I looked as if I had fallen in love.
Ugh, it was a little hard to explain, so I told I `` only '' had pretty much cock.
This led to a number of questions, but when I told the man was a little `` mature '' and I did not want to collapse further details, it seemed that they accepted.


To be continued…