The inevitable at last

As I’ve also mentioned, we have a very large estate, and Miss Brain often takes me walkabout until she finds a suitable place for me to do whatever it is I’m going to do…and what I’m going to do also can vary wildly, from a gentle, almost innocent fumble between my legs resulting in an orgasm that feels like a gentle warm wave washing over me, to a savage, gut-wrenching cum that makes me squirt, or pee, or often both. One thing I can say, Miss Brain is the best! 

So, I was wandering around, and it was, I admit, really hot. Why I was wearing clothes at all, I simply don’t know. Miss Brain lead me to a part of the grounds I don’t visit often. It’s quite near the compost heaps, and near where our Gardner as his potting shed and keeps the gardening equipment. There was something about the warm, mulch smell of the place that attracted me. With each step, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. I was even considering a little panty peeing, when two arms enveloped me from behind. I also felt something hard pressing against my bum and lower back. 

I didn’t have to guess who it was though. That cologne….unmistakable…my dad. He hugged me from behind, and I wondered how this would work with whatever Miss Brain had planned. I needn’t have worried. He had clearly taken in my state of dress and followed me through the grounds. 

I felt him kiss my neck, and his hand reached up under my thin t shirt. I let my head flop backwards against him in acquiescence. His hand stroked my boob over my bra, and that, somehow, was way more erotic than had he immediately slipped it inside. I wasn’t aware of my t shirt being removed, or my skirt, yet suddenly, both were on the grass at my feet. Then each bra strap, so slowly, it was almost painful. 

Between my legs was a hot mess of wetness and as I stood there, feeling his touch, I considered a little cheeky pee. This came from the very first time I was touched, when I involuntarily lost control, just for a microsecond, and let some pee go into my panties. How did my dad know? Now, at that exact second, could he possibly have known? He whispered, “do it”. Slowly I did. I felt it run into my panties and down my legs, just a little….I didn’t want to do too much.

And anyway, there was a new sensation. In the small of my back was a slippery feeling which, Miss Brain calmly informed me, was pre-cum, and my dad’s cock head slipping and sliding against me. Something told me not to attempt to take any lead. I was so enjoying…..being……what? Being deflowered. That was how this whole experience felt. In a way, it was a first…so why not let (let?) Miss Brain give it that edge. When my trainer bra was being unclipped, and so gently taken off me, I actually crossed my arms across my chest, guarding myself, like some innocent virgin. A virgin whose vagina was almost screaming for that cock. (Certainly creaming for it) 

Pressure. Gentle, yet unmistakable pressure on my shoulders and slowly my knees bent until I was first on all fours, and then on my back on the cool grass. Two hands on my waistband and my bum gently raised in the air, and he slid my sodden panties down my legs and off. I lay there, one knee slightly over the other, small breasted, no pubic hair, looking every inch the virgin. 

I looked into his brown eyes as he slowly parted my legs, and kissed my clit. I almost came in his mouth there and then, but he didn’t stay there long. He kissed up my body and by the time he kissed my lips, he was fully inside me. If that was the definition of pure ecstasy, there is no word that I know for what followed. He started to move inside me. Alternating thrusting with rotation, and somehow (I didn’t know men could do this) a kind of squeezing that seemed to make his clock bulge. It was the definition of expert lovemaking.

I felt the moment change. I needed him to fuck me. Fuck me hard. I placed both hands on his bum and began pulling him in time with his thrusts. His hands were under my shoulders pulling me down onto that monster. What made me cum? I’ll tell you. Miss Brain often sits on the sidelines during sex, observing mainly, but sometimes offering the odd comment or suggestion. This time Miss Brain said “That cock was up your mum this morning.” I remembered I had heard them fucking, and better still, I had heard part of their role play. Mum saying “Fuck her. Push your cock in her tight cunt.” I couldn’t hear all of it, but that was enough for me to convince myself they were thinking about me. I was given a quick mental image of mum wearing my dirty panties, pulled aside as dad fucked her calling her Anna. 

The orgasm welled up from my very core! The last dregs of my soul gave birth to something that shook me to my foundations. My entire world shattered, and te last physical sensation I had before pure, undiluted pleasure overtook me was the knowledge that I was peeing on his cock. He kept perfectly still inside me as I came, twitching slightly, just keeping me going as I cried out in pleasure. All I wanted now was his cum. The question was in his eyes, and I simply kissed him, full on the mouth and said “Do it in me.” 

I felt his convulsions almost immediately, which fanned the embers of my orgasm which had not fully died away. We lay joined for a while before he rolled off me and stood up. I reached for my panties and pulled them on, ignoring my bra. T shirt and skirt and then I stood up and felt that glorious feeling of fresh semen running out of me into my panties. 

We walked back to the house together where mum was waiting for us with a tray of drinks. Long, cool gin and tonics. She knew. She knew when she saw me walking away from the house. She sent him after me. They both left me and went into the house and into their room. I have no doubt they made love again, and I wondered if she sucked me off his cock.

But what of Alison? What will I tell her? Ali and I still fool around, quite a lot, actually, although what we do and how we do it has changed…..maybe next time.