Date: Fri, 3 May 2013 04:33:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Life Experience - part one

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Life Experience - part one


Susan

The inseam of her cranberry colored tights pressed between her pussy lips
just the way I like to see them. She slid forward on the stool closer to
me, then spread her thighs so I could reach her cunt easily. Her short
pleated school skirt was flipped back, an invitation I knew well.

The early morning light shown golden behind the white curtains making her
sweet-scented bedroom glow softly, her thighs parted wide enough to look
obscene.  Oh, my little bitch certainly needed me today! How wonderful to
help her start her school day with sex.

"Young pussy... ummm, delicious... pussy..." I murmured to myself, which
she heard and squeaked in delight. She knows the lust I have for her smooth
creamy thighs, has known my desire for every inch of her body since she was
eleven.

"Rub your tits, honey," I softy urged. I had a plan for this morning.

I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against her tender cunt. So soft and
warm! How quickly it grew moist and hot. Like a good American girl she kept
herself clean and tasty always!  Just tights, no panties. Oh yes,
yes—she was ready for school!

The scent between her legs always aroused me, aroused as any male at least
bisexual would be. In the kitchen, or anyplace, I'd come up behind her and
draw my middle finger along her slit then run it under my nose, while she
often would lift it to her own cute nose allowing the fresh cunt smell of
herself ignite her libido too. We fucked often.

Susan certainly knew the allure she had for older men like me——no
matter I was her father! Not that I lacked for willing mouths, cunts or
boypussy: I fucked her mother and her brother just as often.

Susan took my head in her hands and pressed. Against my face she started
little humping movements making sure to rub me well. In moments she was hot
and begging, hissing through her white even teeth: "fuck me!
fuck...me.....please...!ple....!!"

It never fails to please me when my kids talk dirty to me! My dick was
fully hard now.

Christ, my daughter could cum so fast early in the morning! No wonder, she
was only 13, but seemed to be horny all the time.

On school days time was short but my kids could always manage to fit some
kind sex in before breakfast.

The spandex was hot and becoming very damp. "Don't make me go to school
horny!" she softly pleaded.

But, no fucking today, sweet one! No, no baby, so sorry. No fuck today dear
Susan. My daddy cock is hard and long in my sweats but there's someone else
I want this morning. Honey, you'll have to go through the day aching for my
cock. "I'll take care of you tonight."

"Bastard," she moaned.

This morning not her, but her brother's ass is what I want. The dream I
had: it was so hot. It was about him, my son. He was licking my ass. He was
little in the dream, only six, in his little league uniform, the boy's soft
lips and tongue on me, the sex a reward for hitting a triple. I woke with a
solid steel rod between my legs, an ache only he, not my wife or daughter
could satisfy.

I had to have Lewis before he took off. He was a year younger than Susan,
twelve, as cute as her, with a tight round ass and a boy-pussy I was
growing so very fond of. But on my way to his room his sister saw my hard
cock and begged for it.

I rolled down her tights quickly and applied my naked tongue against her
very hard clit. One finger in her ass—she's getting to like that
stimulation a lot—my other hand tweaking her nipples. I know her likes
by heart now, having stimulated her so many ways. Her desires are not much
different from her beautiful mother's.

"Make me cum...Daddy, please, daddy," she pleaded. "I can't go to school
now without a fuckin' cum!" Sure I will. I wont deny you that much. I'm not
that cruel.

How enjoyable to have a teenager in the house so ready for sex just about
anytime. Sometimes with her mother watching and sometimes her brother
watching I've done my daughter like this in the kitchen, the bedrooms,
couches, just about every place, even a few times in the car. And I've
watched them doing sex together. Family sex has been practiced with us from
when they were little.

Susan quivered under my practiced tongue and deliriously whispered to
herself. "I... oh...math class...today...oh, cumm...  to see him...love
with big cocks, men with big cocks."

I know what's going on: she has the hots for her very young and sexy math
teacher and advertises it and probably she's pretending it's him eating her
pussy. If he's not queer I'm sure your math teacher wants you too,
baby. Why wouldn't he? Why wouldn't anyone? You're gorgeous and you know
it, cockteasing daughter of mine!

Whether deliberate or not you've been teasing cock since you were nine or
ten. Oh, I wanted your sweet pre-teen pussy even then! Your tits aren't so
large yet but you have a very firm round ass that's an eye catcher. You
give men hardons. Some have told me. One hundred and five slim adolescent
pounds. Probably Mr. Math jerks off every night lusting after his
students—you, one of his favorites I bet. Whatever. I don't care. Just
cum quick, Susan. I want your brother's ass this morning, but when you
asked so sweetly and rubbed your slim tight body against me I couldn't say
no.

"Daddy...daddy...daddy...!!!...daaaddeeee....." she squeals, her cumming
shaking both of us. She's always loud when it happens. Cum my little
cocksucking darling whore! Let go like I taught you. Cum good. Feel it all
over. All over. Now you can go to school more relaxed. But change your
tights first.


My stiff and hungry cock leading the way I walked down the hall to his
room. I craved my son's pretty cock as much as my daughter's tender pussy
and I knew why. My brother was two years older and we shared a
bedroom. When I was eight he taught me to suck him off which I loved
immediately and looked forward to doing.  He especially liked my mouth on
him first thing in the morning, before school. Though neither of us could
have wet orgasms at first it was a morning activity for years. He often
rubbed me off, or sucked me even. Later, we got into much more serious
stuff.

This early morning sex with boys became a habit, which I later continued
with my son. His warm sleepy body, the scent of him, and the way he awoke
with a grin offering his virgin dick held upward in his palm for my
worshiping mouth—all this was waiting for me in his room beginning when
he was nine.

Lewis. How lucky I am to be loved by the three people I live with; how
lucky for me they worship my cock and ask me for it often. Yes, it's bigger
than average, but that's not the reason they adore it so much. My wife
Loren told me she was first attracted to me for the size of my cock as much
as anything else, but that it's the way I use it that keeps her hot for it,
why she puts it in her mouth often, in her ass and cunt, why she likes to
watch me give pleasure to our children with it. They all like it because I
always make sure they are well satisfied, that they taste it and feel it,
are penetrated deeply by it before I obtain my own satisfaction. And I
provide well for all their other needs too.

Loren was my student and made herself easily available. On our first date
she sucked me off and insisted I cum in her mouth. Quickly we learned each
other's sexual history and preferences. Her uncle, her mother's brother,
fucked her when she was 11 as her mother watched and approved. Brother and
sister had had sex with each other since childhood. This accorded with my
firm belief that children should learn early from their parents how to
masturbate and, if ready, have intercourse with them or their siblings.

My life experience and my professional observations convinced me that
parents consciously draw down a screen between themselves and their
offspring once the children reach an early age, the screen of course the
incest barrier, which society demands and they accept from fear. Parents
suppress their sexual desires for their son or daughter's physically
appealing body which the children, not yet fully inhibited by social
pressure flaunt their charms and cavort freely especially in the home. The
desired but unachieved intercourse means a unique opportunity to express
the deepest possible love, protection, instruction and pleasure, fails, and
sets up hidden resentment on both sides: the parents feel thwarted in what
they have importantly to give and the children baffled by what is withheld.

So Loren and I knew even before marriage we'd involve our future kids. I
couldn't wait. We're both good-looking and well made and we knew with luck
our kids would be likewise. We enjoyed sex enormously and saw no reason not
to introduce its joys to them when we felt they were ready. For Susan it
was when she was 11, Lewis when he was 10. And we prepared them even before
this by allowing them to see us naked, to see us fucking, allowed them to
see pornographic pictures of kids their age. We answered all their
questions frankly.


Julian

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