All participants who engage in sexual activity are: 1. Over 18, 2. Are normally endowed in breast and penis. 3. Practice birth control 4. Practice safe sex. 5. Do not indulge in ANAL sex or other painful practices.
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Dad kissed me goodnight and trudged off to his bedroom office for the night. He has the whole East side of the second floor which he uses as a bedroom and office and private area. It was not verboten to enter there but if I did I felt like an intruder. There are also two guest bedrooms on the third floor.
I on the other hand 'own' the whole West side of the second floor which includes what was a large bedroom connected to a smaller bedroom and a former half bath which is now enlarged to a full bath suite. The first floor is our common place.
Dad and I began to live together because it was convenient for both of us. It was also economical and pleasant and that there is no reason not to. We have our privacy, we have our joint endeavors and we have some very nice amenities which we might not be able to afford if we didn't share expenses
After he left I surfed the channels for a couple of minutes then turned off the lights and checked the doors before heading to my area.
Allow me to introduce ourselves. I am Donna. I'm 28, unmarried and was a technical virgin as this tale begins. I am 130 pounds 5'8" and for those who consider it important I have a 35 B chest. This above a 27 inch waist. I am 36 around my butt which I am told is nicely rounded and is held up by dancer's legs. I am a freckled redhead with hazel eyes.
Dad who is named Carl is 50, a widower, is about six feet tall who gripes when his weight goes over 180. He then works at it until his weight comes down. Meanwhile jogging and swimming take care of his muscle development. He is a very smart civil engineer who looks the part. Occasionally he is off on a field trip for a week or two leaving me to take care of two dogs and two cats.
Me? My dancer's legs come from dancing. I'm not quite good enough to make it as a professional dancer. I am good enough to be a very good teacher as attested to by two former students who are now highly paid and well known professionals.
A little of my sexual history might be in order here. I use the term virgin loosely. Since no hard male penis had previous to the events detailed here been invited into my penis receptacle.
However there had often been penis substitutes in there along with various tongues and fingers both male and female. I also cannot claim to have virgin hands or a virgin mouth. Most times these activities have been to my pleasure, on occasion to my great pleasure
I wasn't just being choosy. I understood that some men set great store in 'taking her cherry'. Early on I decided to hold off till I found a man who would appreciate receiving that gift. Barring that, until I was so enamored of someone that my resistance would crumble. Up till now I hadn't found that man nor was I actively seeking him..
In addition I totally enjoyed masturbating. I had a wide variety of toys including one called 'The Never Stop' which was a stroker which could be attached to various places and be used to stroke my cunt until I was totally worn out.
I really was not sure what dad did for sex. He stayed out very late on an average of once every ten days. He disappeared for a weekend about every other month.
I did spy enough to know that he had a porno channel on his cable. Since we share household chores I occasionally do the laundry. I therefore knew also that he occasionally cleaned away his cum with his underwear. Once I even teased him about it.
"Unfortunately my orgasms leave evidence. You only require a damp cloth once in a while to wipe off your toys." He teased me back.
I wasn't sure how he knew about my toys but the fact that he did caused a twinge in my pussy.
After dad departed for his quarters decided to light up my computer. I had once noticed a chat room name on dad's computer. It had an innocent sounding name and on the surface appeared to be for engineers. When I explored the site sometime later I found a link to an adult chat room.
It turned out to be a haven for a more mature crowd who were subtle and who often joined each other privately after they connected in the room. Soon I discovered a compatible female whose sexual history and desires were similar to mine. We had an occasional wet session together which proved very enjoyable and satisfying.
I kept my eyes open to see if dad participated. Most guys seemed to use some version of their first name. Dad's first name being Carl I would have expected some version of that. I never came across any. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or disappointed.
I chatted with various guys but couldn't seem to get excited by any. Eventually about five weeks in I connected with a guy calling himself Lancer. When he signed on his first words were always, 'Because I'm not.'
Right away I liked that about him. We went slowly. Lancer was always polite. We gradually learned each other's sexual histories and desires. He was surprised at my technical virgin status especially considering that I certainly seemed not to have denied myself any other pleasures.
He was a widower who was gradually coming out after a long period of mourning. "God, I wish I could get my dad to do that." I thought to myself. We took it very slow but at the end of two months there were no secrets left. We began to exchange pictures from our collection of favorites.
I introduced him to a story site called Literotica. We found that we had very similar taste in it's offerings. Rejecting about 95% as being either ugly categories, or boring or just simply not our cup of tea.
He liked some of the first time stories, many of the lesbian stories, some of the group sex stories. This was pretty much the same way I felt. With a little embarrassment I admitted that I also liked some of the incest stories. With much the same words that I had used he admitted that he too enjoyed them.
I explained that I did not have a sibling to have coveted but I very much enjoyed sibling stories. The parent child stories he said were sometimes exciting to him but most were a turn off.
I agreed saying that I had a sexy father and that sometimes the father role in a story seemed to fit my father. That when the man seemed to fit my father's image I found that story exceptionally erotic.
Eventually our conversations turned erotic. I really started looking forward to them using them to fuel my late night masturbation sessions. One night we were having this erotic exchange when we began to exchange pictures that illustrated what we would like to be doing at that moment.
I had just put one up on the screen of a girl riding a man when I heard a car crash out front. I jumped up and ran toward the front of the house to look out our guest room window. I had grabbed a thin cotton shift to cover my nakedness on the way.
Dad was just coming out of his room when I came down the hall. Just before his door closed I caught an image of a picture on his monitor. I was about three steps further down the hall when I recognized that it was the picture that I had just sent.
The thought sent shock waves coursing through me. Suddenly what had been only a vague thought was now a blazing desire. Without conscious thought I left the shift open which left a gap of about the width of my hand down the middle.
Dad was in his underwear looking out the window phone in hand ready to call 911 if it seemed necessary. I came up to his left side. I put my right hand on his right shoulder as I pressed close to see out the window. I pretended not to notice that my boob was pressed against his bare arm.
I looked down at his crotch to see if he noticed. The evidence there said that he did. The accident seemed to be minor and one of the group had a cell phone to her ear so our intervention didn't seem necessary.
Although I was tempted I quickly made up my mind to wait and think carefully before making any moves. Meanwhile though, I knew that if dad was to make a move he would find me 'an easy lay'.
