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stacey part 2 (my situation my rules)Hi everybody sorry it has taken so long for the next instalment but my dad read the first part of my sexually awakened autobiography and wasn’t happy, not about what I had written as he believes that I wouldn’t and haven’t published it, but of all things to be upset about, it was my grammar. so this time, and for some time to come, although it is me typing my own words, I was either sat with my daddy, or, I would have to show him what I had written to check and correct any grammatical mistakes. and if he found any (which he did…loads, lol) his eyes would look to the ceiling as he bemoans about the current education system which he says is atrocious (he helped me to spell that word). But we faced a different kind of problem to grammar once we had got started you see when one highly sexed person writes about their sexual adventures they can find themselves getting quite moist and itchy between their legs but they can relieve the itching by typing one handed, if you get my meaning and I think you all do. However, the effect is multiplied when two or more highly sexed people are sat together, and not only that but the ‘stress relieve’ can become so intense that we can quite literary be at it for hours, and not write a single word (sorry about the bad pun).You see we have had lots of sexy fun, not only alone together as a family but also involving close friends, and even, on occasions, complete strangers but it usually wasn’t long before they became close friends, and I have it all written and remembered in my diary which I started when I was six.At first, we took it very seriously and would just sit down at the computer and I would start to retell the events that were carefully and as extensively as possible recorded in my diary and sometimes my dad would just sit there and watch me type and just be there to correct any grammatical mistakes again, but he bores easily so he would either start to read different extracts to the one I was currently writing about, (he just loves to read about when Katie and I do things) or he turns to his smart phone to watch free porn, neither helps to get the information down.It wouldn’t take long before dad’s cock would be hard, that is very distracting for me as I am being reminded of all the excitement, the sensations, the sights, sounds, smells and tastes associated with everything that I have experimented and experienced so far.To look down at a keyboard with the intention of typing and see a roaring cock in the corner of your eye is very off-putting, I tried, at first, to ignore it but dad being dad would quickly and instinctively reach down and start idly stroking his cock and that makes it difficult to continue writing I would try for so long but eventually the pumping action his cock received at his own hand would ensure that he was receiving my full attention Usually by now he wouldn’t be wanking alone as my hands would have found their way into my crotch and we would slowly bring ourselves to orgasm sat next to each other so close at the little desk that our knees and legs would touch adding something extra to the wank fest. Watching each others hand gently stroke and rub and finger our organs until the urges become too much to keep at such a slow pace our moans become so loud and the rubbing legs adding to the sensations both of us are feeling, I always try and wait untill he comes as I love watching him pull his cock (in fact, I am a massive voyeur I just love watching people do stuff like fucking and sucking and wanking).On occasions we help each other out, it was the first that I had felt and I can’t get enough of it, feeling and stroking his beautiful prick from the clean shaven pubic area to the wet sticky tip, I like to wrap my hand around the head of his cock and palm his knob till my fingers and palm are coated with his juice and spread and rub the juice on the skin of his fat shaft as if it was moisturiser, feeling the heavy b**st throb to the beat of his heart till again I reached the base and start all over again, while all the time he would have at least two fingers of one hand fucking in and out of my teenage tight pussy and the other hand alternating between the hard nipples of my titties and frigging my clit once we both cum we would then feed each other our juices.You see things developed between all three of us quite quickly once mum found my little essay and showed it to dad, at first they were upset I hadn’t talked to them before about my feelings, wants and desires. I had asked them questions all my life and they had always strived to answer any and all as truthfully as they knew, or as truthfully as they felt I could handle for the age I was when asking.When at home we live a completely open naturist lifestyle that also had involved, encouraged and delighted in mutual masturbation for the last sixteen or so months, but they soon realised the situation, once I explained I didn’t know how to approach the delicate matter of what to do or how to take things further. Being not even f******n yet and although I had a reasonably extensive knowledge of life (they never sheltered me from life, don’t get me wrong, they protected me but if I was in no danger then I was free to watch or ask questions or join in, if I wanted to, the unspoken law was that no one was allowed to force me into anything that included mum and dad and it wasn’t exclusively about sex either if I didn’t want to go somewhere I didn’t have too once I had reached a mature enough age). I have had the advantage of witnessing many things, some online, some at a favourite nudist beach or resort from as close as being next to me/us, to as far as the horizon and eyesight allowed I have and continue to enjoy watching people enjoying themselves and some of the things happening were so close, if I had the guts, I would have had to only lean forward a little with my tongue out to lick someones body part, and I have openly shown my appreciation, if permitted, to all I have seen so far but it is one thing to be a passive observer, and a completely different issue to be an active partner even one who’s naked and wanking right in front of the action.A couple of times we tried to start to write, cold, as it were, which always lead to us pleasuring either ourselves or each other within twenty minutes of sitting down. We thought it a good idea to ‘take care’ of business before sitting down to start, but again we always ended up spending hours having so much fun that it didn’t leave enough time to add anything substantial, if at all, to the biography, (all of these experiences are recorded in my diary for the later chapters of the continuing story of my life). Mum came up with a suggestion which canlı bahis şirketleri in theory sounded perfect but in reality just led to different problems and even more time distracted from the job we were supposed to be doing.Her idea was that we would sit, as normal, and start to work but she would be kneeling underneath the desk so that she could ‘lend a hand’ or mouth whenever and wherever needed if, or, more to the point, when the urges became so much of a problem that it was likely to distract us from working (I guess she knew what would happen and that’s why she planned it so). It is hard not to be immediately aroused, knowing that there is someone with their hands and face (trapped, so to speak) in a confined space so near to your exposed genitalia, before dad had sat down his cock was leaking copious amounts of precum and my pussy was so wet that I’m sure if she wasn’t already facing it she could have smelt the pussy juice from wherever she would have been in the house.I tried to ignore what was happening next to and underneath me, for a long time I wanted to get as much typed as possible. I knew my resolve would not last, I could make out mum rubbing my dads rock hard cock next to me, also rubbing her hand up and down my legs, from just over my knee down to my feet then back up again but she gets closer to my pussy every time I know she can’t wait to get her fingers and maybe her tongue into my sweet hole, the increasing moans coming from him, and the constant nodding movement of his cock as she slowly wanks it, I couldn’t ignore anymore.I did attempt to continue to type one handed as i reached over to dad’s cock and started rubbing the hot throbbing flesh, I love to feel his cock in my hand, his knob between my thump, index and third finger, he moaned some more as mum held the base and also played gently with his balls,and fingered his perineum and arsehole.I held his cock just under the ridge of the head and gently pull his foreskin up and down he gets so wet, the juice runs so freely that my fingers would usually be soaked within a couple of strokes, it was then that I felt mum move the hand that was rubbing up and down my legs, to steadily move closer and closer towards my wet and leaking cunt the further she went up my legs the wider I spread them (I love showing off my cunt) I could also feel her hot breathe on the fingers I had wrapped around dad’s cock as she licked them to get as much of his cock juice as she could and at the same time managing to flick the top of my daddies sturdy rod causing him to make small twitches and jumps.I brought my hand down to the base of his fat shaft to hold it still, I wanted to watch her swallow his cock (she can take it all the way down her throat, I keep trying but I can’t get his massive member so far in my mouth before I am nearly being sick).Mum either knew why I moved my hand or she didn’t care and just wanted to suck cock, she swiftly took that sweet penis into her mouth, at the same time pushed two fingers up my willing pussy she started fucking my pussy (which felt so fucking good) I was watching dad, hold mum’s head down onto his cock and reach over with his other hand to the back of my head and brought our faces together, I opened my mouth in anticipation of joining with dads hot mouth. When our lips touched he thrusted his tongue into my mouth and we started a tongue duel, through all of this action my clitoris was aching to be touched and fiddled with and I couldn’t and wasn’t going to allow my clit to remain untouched any longer so I brought my other hand down so that my fingers could start to rub my clit (all ideas about writing anything down completely left my mind I now just wanted to cum….had to cum).All typing stopped, me and dad didn’t stop kissing and he was moaning in my mouth which told me that, not only, was he enjoying mum’s mouth on his cock, but also that he was not very far from shooting a load into mum’s mouth and down her throat, I kept biting his tongue and lips as he approached his orgasm (he likes a little pain). By now he had a tit in each hand one arm was around my body and grabbed at my right titty and and he would start pulling and pinching at my small titty and hard nipple (I also recently discovered the benefits of a little pain to increase the pleasure) his other hand would be between his and mums body twisting and pinching on her right tit. when mum brought us both of to a glorious climax, she squatted up and joined lips with us and kissed and we snowballed the cum she saved in her mouth between us she also brought her fingers that were stuffed up my cunt when I climaxed into our three-way kiss and cum share and we all licked my cream off them too, now my dad and I were spent but we couldn’t do anymore writing as mum then ordered us to return the favour for her which obviously we were overjoyed and eager to do (I promise I got it all in my diary I will finish what occurred in a later chapter).wow, I am soaking wet already and I only wanted to explain the lateness of this instalment of my young but ever so horny life so far, also I don’t wish to leave anyone dangling (well not for long, lol) but I will tell you that the way mum found my essay will also be explained in a later chapter, when I get a bit more up to date (but if any of you have ideas about how and why she found it please feel free to write me and tell me your theories I would love to hear from you just email or pm me) but I am trying to write it in chronological order as all these adventures happened. Now I have to, explain and apologise, you see my dad doesn’t believe I would be so stupid (his words) as to allow anything like this to get on the net as I stated earlier he doesn’t know that I put it out there deliberately for you lovely kinky people to enjoy (even with a few name and other critical changes). It just makes me tingle knowing that you are all getting off on the adventures I have had so far, as for the apology, if I repeat myself or get a name or two jumbled up I am sorry, I also do not want to confuse you guys to much thats why I will try from now on to write only what happened to me and not what is happening to me, I am currently writing two versions, well, technically one version that I have to amend so that daddy sees what I have allowed them to believe is therapy for me, and it was…initially, after all it did help me with my dilemma just not quite in the way I was expecting even if it was every bit as what I desired, I then change names and anything I want to say in prologue then I give my story to anyone and everyone who wishes to read it.I get so hot looking at what I had written last time and so turned on watching the number of times the first canlı poker oyna part of my story gets opened I just imagine all those horny people pulling their cocks and frigging their pussies and I really have a big cum if I think of partners reading and masturbating or even better fucking together while reading about me. That first time watching my mother and father masturbate themselves right in front of my eyes I remember, so clearly, the room was full of sex smells, of fresh spunk and wet pussy, that wet sound you get when someone masturbates mingled with the sound of three people loving themselves whilst and watching the others loving themselves too, the taste of my own juices, sometimes, I try to remember some of the things I have done or seen without looking through my diary, but it is like singing a song you know all the words to. But without the accompanying music you always sing the same four or five lines, my diary is the accompanying music to the song of my memories without it I only remember parts but with the diary (and now these chapters) my memory comes to life.And now for what you have all been waiting for (hopefully) the continuing chapter:-I have now decided that what started of as a means of trying to sort out a problem I had in how to take things further, will now become almost an autobiographic sexy telling of my life of the things I have witnessed and done or will witness, and with any luck, do in the future as daddy says I have so many things to try and experiment with and to practise and learn, he says that all through our lives, his, mine, everyone’s we gain maturity, with different ages comes different tastes and what I used to hate I now like and what things may seemed unnatural and undesirable may well become more desirable, if still not what you would call natural, lol.Looking at my diary though not a great deal changed in the following months the only significant point of interest is that we all seemed to get a bit more excited when it came to family tv time, (we wasn’t at it quite seven days a week but you could always sense something in the air) we wasn’t or didn’t allow ourselves to be restricted to just in the family room on an evening after that first time and for a few times after when it looked like it was going to turn into a three way wank off they both stopped rubbing their highly aroused genitals and ask whether I was comfortable with them watching and joining in.That all stopped after I made fun of them and once i had had my fun we all talked about how they felt guilty and keep worrying as to whether they forced me into something or at the very least started me on a life path before i was completely ready. While we had all calm down from our individual cum I thanked them for allowing me to continue to pleasure myself and that I was really happy to find out that not only do they also wank but that they are willing to show me too, and we all agreed that i had overriding decision if I didn’t want, like or see something, my situation my rules. Whatever it was that was happening it didn’t need to be stopped just i would be allowed to leave the room without being asked ‘if i was fine’ or ‘alright’ it was agreed that if I stayed to watch or i didn’t say to stop then i was happy.Dad stopped rubbing his prick and said “princess, I know we keep asking but I still want to assure you that we will not and do not want you to feel that in any way are you demanded to stay and continue in what we are doing” he looked so serious but I was so horny I had a finger up my cunt and my thumb rubbing my clit and the palm of my other hand rubbing over my nipple, but i saw red I didn’t need him to go on again! about how we don’t do things like other people, jesus, I knew that, already from when I was like four and I asked a friend at the time whether she gets too hot being in all those clothes all day long, but…of course, he carried on “or for that matter anything anyone else asks of you, only you can know if are comfortable and happy with the situation and we and anyone else we know will respect your decision, I know we have all agreed that we are aware that this family is not how other people live…” he looked at mum who had temporarily stilled her hands in her thighs as she had both hands either side of her pussy before dad rudely interrupted our fun time to give the conscious, respect, legal speech again.I must admit I was getting a annoyed now because it seemed every time we would start to have fun one of them would stop and give me the same sort of lecture on where, how, why, when and god knows what the hell for, so i decided to make them suffer as they made me suffer “well daddy” I said with all the pouting and scared look in my eyes “I have been thinking that I feel I, we shouldn’t be doing this” I had the biggest pout of my life on my face just like I was going to cry.“in that case we shall stop immediately and we will never speak nor do anything ever again” god he can be such a pompous ass at times (mum agrees with me on that) he then crossed his legs at the knee as if to hide his raging hard-on from me.Mum took her hands away from her thighs and I fell back into the settee I still kept a hand in my thighs basically because the last thing I wanted was to stop this fun now, or ever, and partly because of the plan I had formed in my head required it, after about five minutes while we all sat there in silence sort of pretending to watch the telly I could see in the corner of my eye mum kept turning her head to dad and he kept looking at mum I couldn’t make out what they were saying but I could sense the confusion and the scheming.His erection had gone down sufficiently and he announced in that loud authoritative way he has when he feels he needs to be, or at least give the impression that he is head of the household, “that drinks were the order of the day” he got up and started for the door to the kitchen when mum shifted on the settee asking if he needed a hand and of course he replied in the positive, mum said afterwards that they couldn’t understand the sudden change of attitude in me, but the guilt kicked in and they figured it was all their fault and needed to work out how to make amends but couldn’t discuss it with me there.When they had gone out I started to play with my clit as I was incredibly turned on by the effect and control I had over them, all the while my legs were spread the leaking juice from my gaping hole constantly flowed to around my clit, I could hear them chatting in the kitchen at first I thought they were arguing but then realised that it was just an extra heated conversation as apposed to an actual argument I smiled to myself and it gave me a huge buzz to know that I had just bets10 güvenilir mi caused it, that was the first time that I realised the power I had in my hands (definitely every pun intended then).When they returned I was immediately disappointed but also strangely turned on by the fact that he must of grabbed a pair of his work underwear (he doesn’t actually have any other kind of underwear) out of the dryer and he had put them on and when I saw mum following in him in she also had a pair of panties on, and to this day I am amazed as to why is it that I can see a thousand men, women, boys and girls naked on a beach or at a club and not be turned on by their genitalia being on display and yet you go to a public swimming pool and I the first thing my brain thinks is I wonder what your fanny or willy looks like under there which starts the tingling sensation in my pussy usually culminating in me shoving my hand in my swimming costume.He stood just to the side of me and reached his hand out to pass me the cup of tea they had made for me and I purposely raised my knees and spread my legs then pulled my wet fingers from my hole and reached out for the cup as I did this I also looked into his eyes which had never strayed from my pussy I then sat upright putting my feet on the floor as I reached with my other hand to grab the cup in both hands and that put my face in direct alinement with the crotch area where his penis stirred and jumped sufficiently enough for me to know that my plan was working.I couldn’t let them get away with that though even if it was really sexy to see my mum’s camel toe as she emerged from the kitchen so I asked with confusion “why are you two wearing clothes now?”.“we thought it best dear” mum said “we do not have any wish to upset you anymore than we have already”“but I have seen….I mean you have been naked all my life especially dad” by now I must admit I was beginning to wonder if they had rumbled my rouse and was playing back at me. “it seems strange to me seeing you two in clothes should I go put something on?” I hesitated to ask but felt i had to.“well, everything that we said before, princess you are able to do whatever you want in this house, your home, without judgement from us” dad said and gave me one of his understanding dad smiles.“good” I said but with a sense of uncertainty in my voice however, I never moved from off the settee and just flopped my back more into the sofa and turned back to the telly and before too long it seemed that the awkwardness had gone and we all enjoyed the show on tv.It wasn’t more than about twenty minutes when I decided now was the time to continue my plan I reached down into my lap and at first just scratched my pussy lips but it seemed to be just as sensitive as before and I moaned as I did this just a small moan but it had the advantage that I felt the pair of them turn their heads my way but as soon as they did they turned their attention back to the telly pretending to ignore it again as they had done before, before it got a hell of a lot more fun and exciting.I kept my hand there though and started to rub my pussy more “mmmm” I said as I did but this time they didn’t look over I carried on rubbing the small nub of my clit and this time I was a little bit louder with my “Mmmmm” it was funny to you see out of the corner of my eye just before I closed them to concentrate on fingering my fanny, mum uncrossed her legs and spread them a bit and dad raised his leg and crossed it at the knee obviously to try and hide his growing boner.I kept my eyes closed as I continued rubbing and fucking my pussy I had two fingers in upto the second knuckle buried in my cunt my legs were spread wide but I opened them wider as I again moaned “MMM…OHHH….YES” I had a hand again at my breast pulling gently at the small bump of my titty I then dragged that hand down my torso over my belly “MMMMMM…..OH” as the fingers of my second hand joined the first one at the entrance to my pleasure palace circling and rubbing my clit, I took the fingers out of my pussy to my mouth they were covered in juice, I couldn’t stop even if I had wanted to from crying out through the fingers “ugh….MMMM….” as I sucked them clean and I chose that time to open my eyes and looked over at mum and dad they both had a glazed look on their faces as I saw mum quickly remove her hand from the panties she had on and dad raised his leg again but not before I saw the erection and wet spot on the front of his pants (underwear).It is such an inspired sitting arrangement as I could look at dad sat in his chair and see mum who sat on the settee with between dad and I so I was able to see everything at the same time I kept flicking my clitoris as again I moaned but this time was the loudest as I shouted “OHHHHH……GOD…..IT FEELS SO GOOD…..but….I…need…to…see…you…two…to…please join me”“are you sure prin…..” dad started again but mum shut him up before he killed the moment again.“stew, look how horny your sexy daughter is fingering her pussy now do as she says and get those shit knickers of and show us both that lovely cock”.They both stood up, mum pushed and wiggled her panties off then sat down and immediately shoved three fingers in her slick cunt, dad’s cock was caught in the elastic band of his pants and was poking out of the top of them so he just pulled them over and down his legs causing the meaty truncheon to spring forward but he didn’t sit back down just grabbed the base of the beautiful penis and furiously wanked right in front of us “OH FUCK” he sighed “you both look so fucking hot stroking your pussies….FUCK I’m gonna cum”“OH please daddy let me see your thick creamy cum” i begged.“I am fucking my fingers in my pussy can you see baby-girl” she said I looked down in-between her open legs to see four fingers buried in her cunt and she was pinching hard at her tit with the other hand.“oh mum and dad I fucking love this I am going to cum and I never want it to stop….pull that cock daddy let your daughter see your spunk…..spray your spunky creamy cum…..”.“oh fuck your dirty mouth is getting me off I think I had better start calling you dirty-girl now….OHJESUS I’M CUMING….URG….AHHHH….FFFFFFFFUCK” her whole body shook she must have been so turned on her head went form side to side the onslaught of her orgasm caused my own body to convulse I too screamed the start of my own orgasm but I kept my eyes firmly on daddies throbbing meat as the fisting he gave the life giver between his legs spewed three massive blobs of cum the first one actually hit my foot it hit with so much force I couldn’t believe it.“oh my god that was unbelievable” slightly out of breathe I hissed“you always manage to state the obvious princess” dad said still rubbing his hand up and down his cock forcing more cum out onto his fingers and transferring that back onto his shaft both mum and I had the fingers that were in our pussies now in our mouths cleaning.

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