We All Do It...

We all do it. I suppose men more often than women, but... we all do it...

And reading erotic literature is my most common avenue to muster my masturbatory moments. Letters from readers on initial pages of adult magazines, erotic novels, fuck-books or even reading stories at Literotica prove to be just the stuff that changes my fingers into my lovers. I don't need photos or porn movies to ask my fingers out for a date. Just some literature coupled with my imagination is all that is required for one to find my five fingers fondling my flower.

And to offer full disclosure, even my own written attempts of relating my own sexual self-intimacies and sexual escapades with others can prove to harbinger self-abuse. Often I will pause my typing to hike my skirt up and play some patty- cake with my protruded pastry. Even at this early moment in this writing, I feel a desire, to what I have heard crudely termed as, cup-a-feel. Just a few moments of rubbing my clit, as I don't have to orgasm, is lovely... giving me a bit of inspiration to continue my prose. Wish I could type one handedly! Masturbation is such a private activity that can be done anywhere when you are alone and sharing it using this Literotica forum is even a bit more naughty and nice... and kinky-sweet as well.

Daddy has a foot massager that I can sit on and it does the trick. It is a bit rough, but I can hump on it doggie-style and it does just fine. Of course, I cannot type when using it. What I need is a more gentle massager that I can put in my lap and perhaps secure it beneath my panty while I type.

But I find myself digressing.

It often takes me weeks to author a story at Literotica. I often pause to edit and reread my unfinished stories producing a familiar feeling of moistness between my legs. It is truly wondrous to know my own words turn me on. Lots of editing, proofreading, and the use of an English grammar/translator, (lots of quick visits to the clit) find me rewriting entire passages. Even a change of one word is exciting. Reading the English is much easier than writing it.

Having someone reading to me while I masturbate is also a treat. Literotica has many attempts at this. I have tried using them, but they do not produce the same effect on me that someone reading out loud beside me does.

Daddy has a shelf of such fuck-books that I often peruse. A book shelf in my parent's bedroom reserves a set of magazines stacked on one side and books on the other. They also maintain a variety of videos. They sometimes enjoy watching porn. Me... not so much. But, I do like their reading material. Much of their material pertains to incest. Most are daddy-daughter, but a few are mommies and daddies, family, grandparents and extended family orgies. The daddy-daughter stories are my favorite.

Almost all the stories exaggerate any incest I have experienced, yet the fiction coupled with some how-did-they-know-that-I-did-that can prove to be panty-pullers. My own writing maintains a running theme of mixing fact and fiction and placing several sexual encounters into one as even an amateur possesses a poetic license.

The other day, I was musing over the selection of fuck-books when Daddy said, "Just pick anything."

Even the titles are a bit of a turn-on: Daughters in Garters, Daddy's Home and Horny, Dating Daddy, Home-Cumming, I'm My Brother's Lover, Brother Dearest, I'll Never Tell, So Much Like Your Mother, Related Relations, HomeSpool, Mommy and Me, When Daddy's Away, Alone With His Bone, and so forth.

A long while back, I found his Naughty With Their Niece. He still has it. It has become a favorite of mine although it involves a niece and not a daughter. Each chapter features a niece in incest with a different uncle emphasizing each of their preferred method to ravish her in a different area at the farm. The last chapter culminates to include the grandparents in a virtual non-stop fuck group setting. How the poor thing even manages to breathe is a miracle. The trash book was certainly worth the $6.95 cover cost. It truly embellishes every possible sexual position in one setting as the fantasy of all-holes-filled gets plenty of play. I have reread parts of this many times over and over... never failing to produce a river of moistness in me so abundant that a dam would not be able to hold back... never mind a panty. As long as I do not fondle my labia I am able to hold back my crème, but my labian-dam eventually finds a weak point, breaking the dike, as my right hand finds its way down between my legs while my left hand holds the book... my eyes glued to its pages. It's a little clit, but I certainly don't need a map to find it. My pussy has cummed with this niece many times.

Like I said, my favorite genre, however, are the daddy-daughter stories and I was pilfering through all the suggestive titles trying to find the right one! Just browsing the titles allowed me to achieve a soft glow within my awakened pussy and my imagination grew as my panty fought a familiar fruitless fight to soak up my vaginal jerk juice.

I was proving to be a real cock-tease to daddy who was already nursing his hardening cock beneath the blankets. Still donning my bra and panty, I held out a book in my right hand and said, "How about Daughters on Draft," I said. The cover hints at various bodily emissions. It's a busy cover. The illustration has a girl spreading eagle relieving herself into her daddy's mouth and another daughter squeezing her anal sphincter in an attempt to hold back her Number Two. A third daughter exposes her tampon string that is waiting to be unstrung. A fourth daughter is spitting up cum or vomiting... I cannot make it out for certain.... "OR how about My Man- Milking Daughter." The illustration depicts a daughter with several cocks offered to her with one apparently her daddy's. She is seen milking two of them while the others are queued up awaiting their relief. The illustrator makes it look like they are in the parlor of a milk farm awaiting their milking. I liked this illustration as the heroine's titties are small like mine.

He's an easy please. Any title I picked out would have been fine with him. "It'll work," he said pointing to the milking-daughter one. "Four daughters! The illustration alone gives me a boner!" He continued jerking himself beneath the covers. "Now, get over here and milk this one!" he said as he pulled the sheet away exposing his genitalia. "Be a good milkmaid and let Daddy jack a pint of fresh cream in your mouth. Not all girls like it, I assure you, Elaina. I am so lucky that both you and mamma like it."

So ordered, I went over and rifled through a few pages to find our heroine nursing her father's cock while Daddy continued to masturbate. I skipped a few pages more to where she was performing fellatio to her daddy's cock.

"Enough reading for one session," I told him then proceeded to hand jerk him myself with my mouth only inches away. He began rubbing his own nipples. "Just let me know when you are close," then I opened my milk-carton, allowing him permission to enter my pussied-mouth, giving him the assurance that I was fine with his cum in my mouth.

"Oh, Daughter Dear. You just don't know... Oh, Elaina..." At times, he will buck back-and-forth as I assume he is imagining he is fucking my pussy. I can reach about and rub his hairy ass playing with his sphincter. "You nasty girl," as I rub his ass crack. "You fucking nasty thing," he says as I finger his door way of his ass. Sometimes, after such ass-play, I will submit to putting my fingers up to my nose and then lick them. "You nasty shit-eating fucking whore!!" He will grab the back of my head and push his cock deep into my mouth as his sign of letting me know he's close to ejaculation. One never knows what vile comment will come out of him when he is near his climax. Once he said, "You're about to meet several million of your brothers and sisters!" with an often repeated, "I'm cumming!" Knowing a man is cumming while performing fellatio is critical.

Of course with cock in my mouth, and him fucking it like a teenager fucking his sister, surely he does not expect me to answer, and I just moan and give him some, "MMMMMMMMMMmmmms."

He's right, you know. Not every girl I know performs oral sex... much less having a cum wad blast away in an orifice never really intended to house such. Having a cock at point blank range aimed at your face or in your mouth while it is shooting cum is not for the feint hearted.

Actually, it is not that mamma and I like cum in our mouth as much as we love the feeling he gets from having us perform oral sex on him. The words, "Baby, I am cumming" have a new meaning altogether when a cock spurts in my mouth or onto my face as opposed to feeling a sudden warmth in my pussy or asshole. I've been trained to look at his face when he reaches his climatic stage and if I am not he will muttered such words as, "Look at me. Look at me." "Open your mouth." "Stick your tongue out." "Swallow me like a whore," and words to such affect.

Mamma is apt to say a few announcements of her own impending cum, but it is mostly just sighs or "That's it baby".

As for me, I am more of a "Don't stop that!" kind of girl.

That's another thing that can be intoxicating... talking to me. I don't think men need conversation as much as women do. I don't mean talk when men are about to cum, but just conversation about how they love me. Tell me about your cock and your cum at times when you are not aroused. I especially like talk about sex just conversation style NOT just when one is in sex. It is almost like a school lesson... and trust me... I take notes!

It also appears that the older one may get, a fantasy grows about fucking younger lovers. Daddy loves to fuck young women just as much as he loves to fuck mommy. Mama gets this need for youth-fuck satisfied from both me and my brother and occasional outside-the-home. We are not lesbians, but I do enjoy my mamma's mutual masturbation moments. I call it my softer-side-of-sex. Both Daddy and my brother enjoy watching Mom and I in lesbian performance. Daddy often tells me how lucky he is to have a daughter that loves them and wants them sexually as well. I am all ears then!

"Tell me more!" I plea. I barrage him with questions. "What's it like to have a girl suck you. How does it feel to be inside a woman? Tell me more about your cums? Does a cum in the ass feel the same as in the pussy? Does your cock feel different in various holes and women? What is it like to fuck me? Tell me about how special it is to fuck your daughter! Tell me about fucking Grandma! When did you first ever taste your own cum?" I have many questions... too many for this writing. Many I have figured out the answers pretty much for myself, but there is that desire for first-hand knowledge.

I am currently reading a novel where a daughter relates on her ineptitude performing hand-jobs. More specifically, each chapter details a specific concern... how her hand grows tired as she moves on to the men in her family, how her jaws grow tired with the girth of a cock, how she does not know when he will cum, and such other difficulties. I can relate to this. Each chapter ends finding her getting progressively better... finding a solution to a problem all women have in trying how to perfect her hand-jobs.

There is simply no way that women can duplicate what a man has been doing to himself since foreverdom and has his jerk down to a science. Daddy never seems to tire, but boy I do. The heroine switches hands, uses two hands, perform fellatio and finally gets it done. Luckily the end of each chapter finds her with a satisfaction... more secure in her efforts. I am certain it is fictional, but the subject matter is so true.

I watch a man jerk fast then he slows down and he seems to squeeze the shaft so very tight. It looks like it has to hurt, but I have learned it does not. At some point in his jerk when he decides it is time to cum, he again jerks furiously BUT slows down in the actual cum. For me, my mistake is I jerk furiously not knowing when to slow. This tires my hand. I don't get any complaints, but I know I am not the best. So, I will reread this book as well.

Really not sure where to end this story and perhaps I rambled a bit. With Literotica being such word-based, I just felt compelled to write something about masturbation. So, if you happen to come upon me pounding my mound, dipping my dew, painting my pink, or if I discover you polishing your pole, beating your meat or in a moment of trouser-browser... let neither one of us panic.

We all do it.