The best masturbatory fantasies are often born from life experiences. Sometimes they are sweet and innocent, but sometimes they are far less so.
Tennis. Lockdowns, and what many would label a forbidden love. But this isn’t all. A scene from a movie The Cement Garden is also in there.
I’m sunbathing, lying on my front in a bikini. My dad is nearby measuring out for a workshop he wants. He wanders over to me and sits on the edge of the sun lounger. I can smell the maleness of him. It’s scorching hot and I smell his sweat as well as his pheromones. There’s silence for a moment before he says “You’ll burn.”
I feel the cool squirt of suncream on my back, but my dirty little brain reminds me that when I squirted it on my tummy earlier, it looked like semen. I feel daddy’s strong fingers rubbing the cream in, and I can’t resist acknowledging that it feels sexy, especially as he is pushing my boobs against the lounger. He slips a strap over first one shoulder, then the other. It reminds me of my first boyfriend….only last week….when he did the same. I remember his inept fumbling round my back as he tried to undo my trainer bra clip with one had. (I had to help him in the end) and I remember how daring it felt to let a boy see and touch my titties.
Daddy has no such ineptitude. He effortlessly undoes the clip and the bikini top flops to the sides. “You don’t want tan lines.” he says. Has his voice gone thicker…heavier? He rubs over my shoulders, over my exposed back and up each side. Just the tips of his fingers graze my boobs. If I were to lift up, only slightly, his fingertips would touch my nipples. I shudder internally at the thought.
But what’s this? His fingertips are slightly under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. Only slightly, but enough. Then that heavy voice again. “Might as well do your legs, since I’m here.” Again I feel the splatter of suncream and that farty noise it makes sometimes. This time, Miss Brain has a much clearer memory. ‘Remember when your first boyfriend came on your legs?’ I do. After all, it was only last week!
Daddy’s fingers start at the soles of my feet making me wriggle, but he’s quite right, you can burn the soles of your feet very easily. He lifts my lower legs bending them at the knees and does front and back of my lower legs before placing them back on the longer. Then it’s up and down my whole legs. Down on the outside, up on the inside, which makes me part my legs a little. I twice his fingertip under the material of the leg holes too.
Now he’s focusing on the tops of my legs round, past my bum cheeks and….ohh..between my legs. He can’t know, but he’s pressing my labia against my clit and it feels…..it feels like I shouldn’t be feeling this with my own daddy. His finger tips are permanently under the material now and he is pulling as well as pressing. It feels like he s holding me open….like I did for the first time a few weeks ago, with the aid of a mirror to see if I could see inside.
And then his bare finger touches my clit and it sends a shockwave through me. There’s no pretence of innocence now. He slides my bikini bottoms down and off. He spreads my legs and I feel his weight upon me as something smooth and slippery presses against my sex. There’s movement….a moment of sharp pain, then a feeling of fullness. He remains motionless while I assimilate these new feelings. And then he starts to move…in and out…in and out…and I find myself urging him on by pressing back against him. I’m being fucked…by daddy….here, on a sun lounger.
Deep in my tummy I feel a strange sensation. Like I’m going to pee. I clamp up, desperately fighting it….squeezing….until part of my brain says ‘Oh fuck it….just let it go!’ So I do, and my world shatters as wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure course through me.
Back in the real world, on my bed, I pull the dildo from me and roll over onto my back. The mixture of movie and reality, the juxtaposition of sex and incest has worked their magic again. I love how, in Fantasyland, you can effortlessly meld people and places, even time seems flexible. In this one, for example, I was 22 and younger….some reality…the boyfriend fumbling with my bra….him cumming on my legs…all true. But I have never owned a white bikini. Never laid face down on a sun lounger while daddy gave me an intimate massage leading to sex….
….mind you….i would if I could!
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