Hi. My name is Melissa and I want to tell you about how I crossed the line within my family and eventually had to admit everything to the man I love to keep from living a life secret from him. I am a twenty-year-old coed at a major university in the South. I share an apartment with a few close friends near the campus. My friends and family all say I behave way too sexy. While I am intelligent, I still behave too wild for my own good sometimes. Boys have frequently told me I have a body they want to ravish. Several have ravished me for our mutual pleasure since I was fourteen. I've never been shy about sex. In fact, I've always been adventurous when it comes to making my body feel good. I'm normally careful so that I don't get into too much trouble. But once in awhile I cross the line too far.
We're all very close as a family. I've always been something of a 'wild child' growing up. My parents are very liberal in how they view the world and its limitations. My mom and I have always had something of a strained relationship though. The problem is that my mom seems to be able to read my mind! She seems to know what I'm going to say before I say it. She seems to know what I'm thinking just by looking at me. Well this is not a good thing for a teen chick that loves to be wild and daring. She is probably the only person in the world that can intimidate me. When she uses my full name, I just cringe because what follows is usually not pleasant for me. She gets really picky with my shortcomings. But apart from it all, I know she loves me to death.
My daddy told me one time that mom has the same personality as I do. But when she was growing up, she was really repressed about it because of her own strict parents. So I'm getting to do things that mom always wanted to try, but did not dare. I dare. I love the adventure of doing things on impulse, usually leading to problems with my mom. If I didn't make straight A's in school, I'd probably be on restriction forever. But because I always make good grades, my parents let me have more freedom and I took advantage of it whenever I could. My daddy lets me get away with murder but my mom makes me pay the price.
My mom knows the type of person I am, adventurous. It probably was because of that knowledge that she had me begin birth control when I was 14. I think she realized that she couldn't tame me, but that she could do her best to protect me from myself.
I've been dating Mark for some time now and have fallen deeply in love with him. I know he has the same feelings for me but he has yet to ask me to be his exclusively. I know he isn't seeing any one else, and I have been turning down dates for weeks as well. I realized recently that we're reaching a point in our relationship that could become permanent. I do want him in my life. I want him now and for years to come. When I'm with him, I feel like I've always wanted to feel. I feel love, devotion, attention, excitement and soooo sexy with him. He makes me feel like I'm the center of his world. He makes love to me like I'm his princess and his slut all in one. I can't let this man get away from me now or ever. I'm not ready for marriage but something inside me keeps telling me that this man is my future husband.
Today I'm faced with telling this man something that is very thrilling to me but could shock him and cause him to look at me forever with disgust.
We're sitting together on my bed in my apartment, classes over for the day. He can't keep his hands off me and I can't resist his touches as they make me want his naked body against mine so badly. We begin kissing and stripping each other hurriedly, we both are dying to fuck each other right now. His lust for me is so clear that my own lust grows rapidly. I need to feel his hard cock inside me instead of just pressing against me. I have no desire to resist his body anymore, and I don't resist as he moves to make love to me.
Mark moves his lips down my body as he kisses and nibbles on my erect nipples. His fingers dance on my clit and then enter my dripping pussy. He moves lower until his mouth finally covers my cunt. I push to meet his tongue as he fucks me with it. My pussy is on fire and I moan through a tremendous orgasm.
He then moves over my body and moves the head of his cock teasingly through the lips of my still throbbing pussy. All at once he thrusts himself into my tight hole. My pussy grips his cock tightly as we both know he won't last long this time. He begins to drive himself deep and hard into my body, as we look deep into each other's eyes with nothing but pure lust. As his cock explodes deep inside me, I begin cumming again and pull him tight to me as we both give our all to the other. We collapse together satisfied for the moment, touching and enjoying each other in the aftermath of our intense orgasms.
As we lay facing each other, he begins telling me how much he loves me and cherishes what we have together. Instinctively I realize he is going to ask me for my commitment now. I know though that I can't make that commitment just yet. First I have to tell him. I can't enter a commitment with this man I love more than anyone, without telling him everything about my family secrets. What I must tell him is a glorious secret that I will never be ashamed of. In fact, I'm thrilled that it happened, but at the same time concerned because of the damage it could cause us, us as a couple plus my family. I take his hand in mine and tell him that I need for him to know something before he says anything else.
"I need to tell you something ... "
He looks at me a little fearful.
"Is there someone else now?"
I look at him and say with as much feeling as possible, "Mark, you are my life and love now. I know we're not totally committed to each other yet, but I can't imagine you not in my life. There is no one else now. I have no interest in anyone else. Just you."
"Then there is nothing else you need to tell me. I don't care about your old boyfriends or who or what you have done in the past. All I care about is you. Nothing you can say will change that."
"Babe, you do need to hear what I have to say. I understand what you're telling me, but you need to know this before we go further."
"You know you can tell me anything sweetie."
I can see a hint of fear in his eyes and I hear it in his voice.
"I need to tell you something to get it off my chest. You know how I like being adventurous and trying new things. Sometimes I have crossed the line too far."
He holds my hand in his like he is afraid of letting go. "I know you have done some pretty wild stuff over the past few years but that doesn't matter to me. So have I."
"I need for you to know something before we go any further with our relationship. It's just too powerful to hold in any longer, how I pushed what some consider the limit too far. But I have to tell you that I have never regretted what I am about to tell you. I loved every minute of it. Still do."
As we lay there together, I begin telling Mark how I was always very impulsive, which has lead to some very interesting times. Times I've come to treasure, times that have taught me how to enjoy my body, alone and with my friends and family. When many will stop and make sure they have their parachute on, I jump and then ask myself if I might have needed a parachute. One such time happened when I was eighteen and shows what can happen to me when I act on my impulse, with no regard for the consequences.
Today I think back on this particular episode in my life with mixed emotions. On the one hand I was scared to death while it was going on, on the other it turned out to be the most sexually satisfying act of my life so far. It involved the two people that have always meant the most to me. One of these people has always been a major source of stability in my life. One was my mom. We love each other and are a lot alike but she is tough on me. Wants to protect me from my highly sexual nature. The other has been the first man I adored in this world, my daddy. My impulsive or 'wild child' tendencies lead to a major turning point in my life with these two people I love so dearly. I feared I had destroyed my family when we were caught, but you'll learn about that later.
I am and always will be a "daddy's girl". I adore my daddy and he worships the ground I walk on. I can do little wrong in his eyes and can get off the hook easily with him with a cute smile and a few cuddles. My daddy has always gone out of his way to spend time with me growing up. I have a younger sister and older brother as well but I seem to have always been his favorite. I also have him wrapped around my finger, which does come in handy when wanting my way with things. Even now my daddy and I call each other often, and he will come by to see me at my apartment near campus whenever he is close by. I love the way he looks at me. Sometimes I feel drawn to my daddy. Sometimes as he looks at me I get so wet. He is such a sexy man. He makes me feel like a woman whenever I'm with him with his sweet compliments and attention. I know I've given him erections from time to time, sometimes when he just looks at my nude body, sometimes as I wiggle in his lap.
Yes, him looking at my nude body, you see one of the more unique things about my family is that we are nudists. Because of growing up as a nudist, I've never been shy about being nude around my daddy and he is not shy around me either. I love looking at him nude, especially some parts.
My daddy and I have always been physical with each other. I've always loved sitting in his lap and just hugging and cuddling against him. Not much different than most daughters are with their fathers.
But one June afternoon, when I was eighteen, I'm home alone in my bedroom. Well I assume I'm home alone. My mom and brother and sister are away for the weekend at my grandparent's. I have a softball game this weekend so my daddy and I don't go. I'm back early from softball practice that afternoon and just assumed I'll be alone until late evening when my daddy will be home from work. The door to my room is never locked. I couldn't bare to close out my father.
While alone at home, I'm doing what most teens do, masturbating. I usually get myself off at least once a day and was not going to pass up the chance to play with my pussy while I'm alone at home. I go straight to my bedroom and strip out of my dirty uniform. I walk naked down the hall to the bathroom I share with my sister and brother, take a quick shower to get rid of that sweaty smell from softball practice.
While in the shower, I begin touching my tits, pinching my nipples and rubbing around my clit, hunting my first orgasm of the day. I usually don't take much time masturbating during the day out of fear of being discovered. But I know I have time to really tease myself and let myself go for a big one knowing that no one will see or hear me.
After I dry my hair quickly, I go back to my bedroom and prop myself up on my bed after getting my pillows adjusted underneath me. I have only one thing on my mind, making my pussy feel good. It's quiet in my room but there is no way I would hear anyone approaching outside with my door closed. I begin teasing my clit with my fingers. I love to pinch my nipples while rubbing my clit. I then begin slipping a finger into my wet pussy. Hmmm felt so good deep inside of me as I slowly fuck myself. A second finger is soon inside my wet hole. I'm moaning as I begin to really fuck myself hard while pinching one of my nipples extremely hard the way I like. I dip my hand into my pussy to wet the fingers I use on my nipple. My other hand is busy fucking my pussy continuously.
Then my world changed. The door to my room opens and my daddy walks in and stops dead in his tracks. Here I am naked and on my back with my legs spread wide. He is staring intently at my fingers buried in my pussy. He stared for what seemed like minutes but was actually only seconds. Our eyes finally meet and he can see that I'm shocked to see him standing there.
"Uh, I'm sorry baby. I didn't know you were here or I would've knocked", he said as he began looking at my clothes hamper. "I just came to get your dirty clothes to wash before mowing the yard."
I grab my dirty uniform that I left beside my bed and hand it to him.
"I'm sorry daddy."
