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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Exotic Dancer - Professional Lady (Mf, M+/F, extr-ped, inc, beast) by Sweet Irish (address withheld by request) *** Sometime around my being 4 years old I would masturbate with either my little dog between my legs or rub off against the bathroom sink. Also this must have happened because of my dad bathing me over several years and our total relationship. *** Somewhere in my mind are memories of my masturbating when I was 4 years old. At the time I had a little stuffed dog and I always had it with me. Even when I was 7 Laddie was with me, even with a photo of me topless holding him while seated in my bed. I remember placing Laddie between my legs and laying on top of him and rubbing my thing against him. My memory doesn't tell me if I had an orgasm but I knew that it felt wonderful. I would do this several times a week. Once my mother caught me doing it and asked what I was doing. She proceeded to tell me that what I was doing wasn't nice and to stop such activity. Yes, my mother was a true Southern Baptist. Which reminds me that shortly after this and after the picture of Laddie and I, poor Laddie disappeared. Until I was 27 I'd never masturbated with my fingers. That happened one weekend when my current husband asked me, "Anne work off with fingers." I did. He also requested me at one point to use both hands and to push my fingers inside my pussy while using the fingers of my other hand to stroke my clit. Ed sat at the foot of the bed and watched me and ran his hands over my legs and feet while I played with my pussy. At one point he was kissing my feet and sucking my toes. Before then no one had ever even asked me to do myself. When the first feeling of an orgasm hit me I came quickly and hard. Memories of how my body shook from my bringing myself off with my fingers the first time still brings warm memories. After the loss of Laddie I would masturbate by rubbing against the bunched up sheets when in bed. Other times I would rub off against the kitchen sink or edge of the bathroom vanity. I've masturbated all my life. During my school years from elementary through high school I would go to the bathroom and rub off against the sink several times a week. By the time I reached high school there were times when I needed to go off twice and I remember a few times that would need to reach my satisfaction three or four times to be satisfied. In fact by the time I entered ninth grade I masturbated almost every day or at least once. Without doubt this was because of my remaining a technical virgin until I married my first husband at 19. My family always seemed to be taking my siblings and I to church. But even religion didn't curtail my need for sexual release. In truth I believe it added to my desires to rub off as "good girls" didn't let boys touch them and sex was definitely out of the question. Ed, my second husband, thinks my sexual desires started very early due to my father bathing me. Undoubtedly he is correct as I remember my father bathing me until I was a couple months shy of my 13th birthday. Most people find this activity improper between a father and daughter. But I don't now and didn't then. Ed and I agree that my father created my sexuality from an early age. My husband finds it terrific, as he is 17 years older than I and only a couple years younger than my parents. Whereas my first husband was a year younger than me and he was my first love when I was a teenager. Even though I dated others during high school. When dad bathed me I remember his large hands moved over me very gentle. This was pleasant and when remembering how his hands washed between my very tiny young legs I found a feeling even greater than when I would rub off. Exactly how his fingers played over and slightly in my sex I'm unable to describe. Yet I have a vague memory of his touch making my hips squirm and wiggle back and forth as I sat in the bath water. Sometimes I can recollect dad having me set on his lap as he dried me off. Even though I'm unable to describe the condition of anything specific I remember dad only wore boxer shorts as he bathed me. Several times his cock would be hanging out of his shorts and I was always amazed that it would hang down from the opening of his boxers while other times it stuck straight out towards me. Around 12 I commenced puberty and my breast were light pink nipples and the skin around the nipples was even lighter pink. They were like candy kisses and extremely sensitive when touched by dad's hands. Even my blouses and shirts rubbing over them created weird feelings. They seemed to just pop out about an inch, if that, but dad would spend a lot of time washing them for me. Sometimes I would just want to hug him as he brushed them with his hands but I was afraid to for some reason I still don't understand. My first pubes appeared on my mons and were just a few sparse red hairs. Even today they seen to always grow at the top of my slit. I remember that one day I had no hair and the next it was there. Within a few weeks it seemed that it grow until I had a small muff just about an inch wide and maybe two inches above my pussy. When I would look at it and saw how deeply red it was I was amazed. It was even redder than the hair on my head. The details are fuzzy but I remember how dad seemed to really liked looking at small breast and pink nipples and the hair covering the opening between my legs. Deep in the recesses of my mind I remember feeling dad moving his fingers between my sexual opening. Most of these memories reflect that he only rubbed the area around my clit when I was younger. Once the hair appeared I have vague and warm memories of how his fingers would stroke between my pussy lips and slightly inside. His touch was always gentle and made me excited and want to moan but was afraid to for some reason. When dad would bath me would have me stand on the edge of the tub, even when I was twelve. But not always. After I was 12 I remember that he would have me set on his lap more often as he dried my off. First he would have me with my back towards him and then have me turn around and face him. My legs would be hanging down over his and this allowed my pussy to open. Usually when he dried me off he did my legs first and after I started to develop he would almost always sit on the floor and have me place my foot on his leg as he dried it off. I knew he could see me but I enjoyed having dad look between my legs. Somewhere in my mind I have recollection of dad having sex with me. But this is distant and can't describe it completely. From deep in my mind I remember dad's cock being hard and it touching my pussy. Somehow my mind remembers it kind of entering between the lips and that it felt good and I would move back and forth on dad's legs and allow it to caress my pussy. A couple of times I now realize that dad shot off as I felt warm and funny stuff on my legs and between the lips of my pussy. This happened a few times after I got hair on my mons but I can't say how many times. During the next couple of months this sexual play continued. One time I member something was different and evidently dad must have went all the way inside my young sex. It wasn't painful and if there was any blood I don't remember. I do have some recollection of being held tightly against dad and his hands on my hips. No doubt he had entered me completely and was my first man inside my pussy. Perhaps his fingering me from as far back as my mind allows, which was around my being 6 years old, he had stretched my hymen so it didn't hurt when he penetrated me. All this is so distant in my memory and nothing is bad from what I do have complete knowledge about. Ed believes that dad had sex with me as I sat on his lap facing him. Even to just going part way sexually as Ed calls just working it in the entrance. That the head of dad's cock was pushed between the lips of my pussy I'm sure happened but again I can't tell why my memory doesn't let me describe the details but only a vague recollection. Then dad moved it back and forth just within the lips of my pussy has to have happened but why can't I remember the details but do remember being held close by dad. On a very special time Ed and I played in the tub and I let him shave off my pubic hair and it was massive in growth. Afterwards he bathed me as we had discussed how dad would have done when bathing me as a child. Then Ed dried me off exactly as dad would have done and then Ed placed a towel on the bathroom floor and had me lay down on it. I wanted to pretend that I was 12 and for whatever the reason I really did get into the roll playing as such. Very easy Ed commenced doing the, "I'll only go part way and just work it in the edge." Ed had told me this was a favorite line of his when he was young and dated. What I told Ed at the time neither of us can remember but believe it was something like; "You can if you want to do it to me." This I said in a child like voice I do remember. Ed begin to move into me as if I was a 12-year- old virgin. I felt and acted as one with my bald bold pussy and the mood I was in from our play acting fantasy. When Ed tried to push into my sex he couldn't lodge himself into me immediately. Later told me I felt like a young virgin. Then he "forced" his cock into me and I cried out as if I was a virgin. The feeling seemed to take me back to dad holding me tightly on his lap. To this day I have no idea where the sounds that I uttered came from when Ed got my 12-year-old cherry in my fantasy when I was 38. Without a doubt I was reacting, as I must have with my father when I was 12 and straddling his lap. When Ed penetrated me fully he had to work slowly to drive his cock up into my pussy. The world seemed to regress back almost 26 years to when dad last bathed my. My body seemed to that of a 12-year- old girl and my memory gave evidence of some type of sexual activity during my preteen years. There were many times when I went to bed after my bath by my father and the need to masturbate was strong. My sexual desires at those early years were at their peak for release. I can only believe that dad's hands washing between my legs and his fingers moving between the small slit, my pussy didn't get lips until I was about 14, of my pussy and stroking my clit created a desire for sexual release. Yet I'm unable to say for certain about preteen sex with dad but something happened I know in my mind. However, the feeling is one of wonder and happiness about my father. During high school my love was my first husband. I did date other guys and my first husband lived in one state and I in another. A couple of guys got to play with my breast and they were allowed to suck my, by now, large pink nipples. About a year before my first marriage I allowed my first husband to put his fingers inside my pussy. This wasn't really pleasant and he would move his fingers as if he was sawing me. Once when I was 16 and again at 17 I was visiting my boyfriend at his home in Pennsylvania. No one was home except us and I decided to shower both times. I asked Gary to come into the bathroom and to bring me a fresh towel, Gary watched as I dried my body off and even placed my foot on the toilet and this spread my legs wide for him to view my sex. While drying my legs I ensured that my pussy was completely open for his viewing. He didn't make a move on me. Why? When Gary and I were married I found it necessary to rub off against the sink almost daily. In most cases we only had sex once a week and that was after the 11:00 late news on Sunday night. Our sex was very simple. Gary got in bed, got between my legs, got off in about two minutes and went to sleep. I would pull the sheets up in a ball and work off while laying beside Gary. He never knew. During my marriage to Gary memories of dad bathing me would return during the days and nights when I wanted sex. The thoughts of how I enjoyed the pleasure of dad's large hands, full of soap, moving all over my body. Especially as they moved from my back and across my breast. When dad washed my legs I remember how he held them up, one at a time, and would rub all up and down them with his soapy hands. Sometimes I could see dad looking between my legs as he washed them. Especially after I was 11 years old. During my early years I may or may not have known his touch was sexual. From the back of my mind though I believe that during the time between the ages of 10 through 12 I realized that it wasn't just washing me off that dad was doing. Vaguely I was aware the feeling of his touching me was intimate. Yet it wasn't something I found wrong today and assuredly I didn't then. Since those early years of my life and even today I yearn to feel dad bathing my body. Once my mom said to Ed, as she dad and I were talking, "Her father knew her first and she is dad's girl." In fact her comment about "dad's girl" she has stated more than once and even in letters to me. Mom was and is strongly religious and her comment, "Her father knew her first", would speak of her church teachings and ideals and could have well meant the dad had sexual contact with me as he bathed me. Which means she knew about it and could possibly be the reason we aren't as close as we could be. Who knows? The whole thing of dad and I having sex or not I can't say either way. After Ed and I spoke of all that I've done during my life it would seem that dad got my cherry. And I'm not upset about it and Ed and I are considering having me seen by a doctor and under going regressive study. Since meeting Ed and becoming his wife, he is 17 years older than I, we have engaged in various sexual lifestyles. Both of us have found I enjoy older men, showering or bathing with them and in effect recreating my preteen years when dad bathed me. In fact I still rub off but very seldom without Ed helping me or just watching me get myself off. Sometimes I think back over the 1,200 men, but that's another story and highly professional. I wish my father was alive and could bath me again. This is a true story and I'm glad it happened. If only I could provide more details and... *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 25