Forbidden Fruit_(1)

There’s nothing sweeter than that sensation sin has to offer. The feel of an adrenaline rush in knowing I might get caught is to me by far the most thrilling of all. It began as a young girl when my dad talked me into taking my clothes off as we drove down old country roads. Sitting in that seat next to him naked feeling the cool summer breeze whip through my hair and on my naked body left me crazed. And to know I was trusted with a secret was even more intoxicating to me. It was during one of these drives also that I came to enjoy what my dad called …‘a daddy’s rinse’. Because of my young age he never penetrated me, but he would let me slide on his rock-hard dick. I remember feeling my little ass split, as I’d slide excitedly back and forth over him and, to feel it pulsate under me as my pussy ripped over it was unimaginable even to me then. I’d brace myself against his chest, as we lie deep in a grassy field, far away from the dirt road. I had told him I had to pee but he insisted I pee on his dick. I hovered, hesitantly at first, over him wondering if I should but then let a stream of hot pee pour out of my little pussy. His eyes were overjoyed as warm pee dripped over his hips as I belted him with a continuous stream. I was hooked on it. Pleased by the expression on his face, especially when he placed his lumbering dick, after having ejaculated by fucking me through clenched thighs, up to my pussy and pissed. As his hot urine burned a welcoming scream of delight on my pussy and dripped down my legs, it touched me forever. I stood holding my pussy open, as he pissed, and kept my eyes on his promising never to mention it to anyone. As the years slipped by, I became very attached to my dad.
There’s a name for the bug that now bites at me …nymphomania. I swear, if I could butter-up a fireplug with my hair conditioner, believe me, I’d fuck it! At thirteen I was already looking in the frig for wieners or carrots anything to soothe that burning itch in my pussy. I remember the night I crawled on my tummy, like a starved little bitch, down the hall and into the kitchen as my parents slept.