Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2014 10:42:01 +0000
From: perv pete <pervpete@hotmail.com>
Subject: stacey (part 2 my situation my rules)

As per the usual nothing of this is true if it does represent anyone living
or dead then firstly i envy you and secondly it really is just a
coincidence, be nice to people, enjoy reading and if you can help nifty by
donating whatever you can. comments always greatly received

		      stacey (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 beast 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 fourteen 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 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 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 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....OH

JESUS 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.