Ashlee’s young life

PROLOUGE:
All characters place’s or descriptions are fiction. Any similarity to anyone or any thing in this story is coincidental.

I can’t remember how young I was when I first started playing with myself. I know that when I was four I was rubbing myself between my legs all the time. My mother was always scolding me and pushing my hand away from my crotch. The cotton panties that my mother made me wear rubbed me in a way that cause me to have a funny sensation between my legs, not an itch just a feeling that made me rub my pussy even more when I wore them. I would remove them every chance I got.

My name is Ashlee, and we lived in Westwood CA. My Dad was a gynecologist and my mother was a psychologist who specialized in kid traumas. I have flaming red hair and freckles all over me. Mom is a Red head too and was very good looking. She’s about 5’7” with a nice figure. Her bra size was 35cc. My Dad had blond hair and nice looking and was about 5’10”.

When I was nine years old my Dad caught me fingering my little pussy and he asked me if I would like him to do it. I was so scared about being caught I didn’t even think about it I just told him I would. For the next two years he would finger fuck me and eat my pussy at least once a day but never on week ends when Mom was home. I loved it, he made me feel so good and grown up. He taught me how to suck his cock and when he came I loved the taste and the reaction I got from him when he came in my mouth. I learned to swallow it all.

I had my first climax when I was eleven. My tits were just beginning to show and I would get a real funny feeling between my legs when my dad sucked on them. He was also now able to put two fingers in my vagina. One morning during the summer Mom had left for work and Dad was not needed at the office until Eleven o’clock. He had been finger fucking me for a while before he began to eat my little pussy. This time instead of just feeling good I started getting a funny sensation in my pussy I was breathing so fast it scared me. Suddenly I couldn’t help myself, I grabbed my Dads head and shoved his face into my crotch and my butt came off the bed and I had such a release that my whole body shook.

My Dad kept licking me and sticking his tongue in my peephole and it happened again. I started crying because I felt so good. Dad stopped licking me because he though he had hurt me. I told him no I like it and he could do it some more. He told me that I had my first orgasm, I didn’t know what that meant then but I knew it was good. He made me feel like that three more times before he left for work. The excitement he created in me made me want him to keep doing it. From that time on I would have a climax every time he ate my pussy or finger fucked me. He was always so gentle and new just where to touch me. We started to what I later found out was called 69ing. He would lay me across his chest with my pussy in his face and



I would suck his cock. I always came several times before my Dad did and each time I was ready to cum I would have to stop sucking because of the tremors that would race through my body. Just after turning twelve I was real proud of myself because I could get my dads whole six and a half inches into my mouth. I noticed he came a lot faster after that.

When I turned twelve my pussy began to have red hair around it. I entered Junior high school and had to take a sex education course where I learned a lot about my body, about sex and baby’s.