The Bad sex that's really good with a girl

The Bad sex that's really good with a girlSometimes you hear another woman utter the same words that sear through your mind and they invoke images of pleasures gone past.'I fuck my brother because it felt good to feel him move around inside me', even now as I write these words, I feel myself wetting and longing for him to lie on top of me.Sex, and I mean really good sex, the best you can experience, has no relationships, these are just legal barriers meant to limit through fear and when I say limit, I mean, when a girl, like myself wants to feel a man inside her, solely for sexual pleasuring, who can she choose when all around her are her family.How many men amongst us have seen a sister, a mother, an aunty or cousin, naked and inviting and having stole a furtive look on the heaving breasts and round bottom, turned and walked away saying, 'I can't', because if your cock is hard, you want her and that's the true biology of the matter, mother nature herself would spread her own legs, like I did when my brother came calling that morning, and I awoke to find him standing by my bedside, masturbating, with his dirty cock inches from my face, how different did he feel, when the glans was moistened with my saliva and he pumped his brotherly seed into my mouth?My mother, as perverted as mothers become, with a lifetime of normal sexual encounters, finds herself becoming numbed and bored with the normality of boring sex, would bathe in our big tub with myself and my younger brother. She would lay back and toy with her pussy as we engaged in kissing and cock sucking, cunnilingus and rimming, here another forbidden layer of pleasure was allowed, can a boy of eight get an erection, you bet he can, and I learned how to suck on his, like a sweet carrot fresh from the garden, and he did similar between my girlish legs as mother pleasured herself with the youthful delights unfolding in her bathwater, only pausing to swallow the nectar, I spent hard enticing from his scrotum.Royalty and grand houses have spent lifetimes marrying sisters and first cousins throughout generations and watched the mutations they have produced indulge with the peasantry and soldiery at her disposal. But today, with birth control, a father can love his daughter fully and in a manner that gives her the true feeling of his love, described as 'Bliss', as my own daddy would whisper when he lay atop of me after such sessions, Fucking is a physical function, not a biological statement, and it's free when it lies in the next room, if you are going to do it, then pray may I ask, why not do it to its maximum and attain the greatest pleasure the body can give, when the mind and conscious are free to indulge. I defy any woman or girl to say she never feels it, when a man presses against her body, in a busy commuter. We used to gather in the toilets at school before classes and sneak a smoke and a yarn about being groped on the bus or train, the way we dressed in our uniforms it was no surprise the braver men would take advantage of our lack of respect and put a load onto us, usually on our asses, or as in a case with myself, between my legs and onto my leggings.I was introduced to this furtive touchings by my father's friend who had a daughter ages with myself. He suggested he take us to the Saturday Matinee which was for c***dren and we sat at the back, so he would not block the view of the k** behind him. Of course that suited his purpose, because he was free to touch me without detection.This sort of behaviour from men with girls is well suited to the task in hand. The furtiveness and stealth required is not brash nor is it threatening, it makes you aware of the little pressures you feel in an area where you might not and gives you time to assimilate and respond, either positively or negatively, without being confrontational or squeamish.His hand was down between us, resting on his thigh, with his fingers on the flank, barely touching my bared thigh. When he just touched me with nothing more than a finger nail, it was as if an electric shock ran up my thigh to my crotch, where it pulsated and reverberated stimulating my clitoris, it really was that powerful, and I am sure he felt my movements.Minutes later, he did it again, usually at a moment when the cinema became alive with laughter or a scene where people jumped and as the film went on I accepted the close proximity of his fingers to my thigh and by the end of the first movie, I quite enjoyed the touching as it was secret, it was just us and above all it felt nice and naughty at the same time.As the lights in the auditorium came on he bent towards me and put his hand on my bare thigh, midway up, and I could feel the heat from him, 'Would you like an ice cream', he asked me tenderly and I nodded yes in my response, I could not speak and his after shave had a very powerful and emotive effect on me, so much so, that when he turned to his daughter and asked her the same question, I felt a pang of loss, almost jealousy and more to the fact, he had lifted his hand off my thigh and I felt naked.There definitely was a connection between us, I was just a girl with mixed feeling and emotions finding her way in the world and experiencing new and wonderful things and when he returned to us with our treats, he sat back down and suggested I put my jacket across my lap, 'In case you drop the ice cream onto your bare leg. I looked at his daughter, he did not suggest it to her, he even put his jacket across his own lap.As the lights dimmed and the excitement built for the upcoming movie, I felt his hand slide onto my bare thigh under my jacket, he lent in and asked me if I was alright, I nodded I was and even smiled as he gently squeezed my thigh and moved his fingers in little caressing circles, this was a new feeling and I instinctively opened my legs, and moved my hips to guide him, it was my way of inviting him to go where I wanted him too.I felt his hand take hold of mine and pull it across under his jacket, and when I took hold of it, I could feel the warmth and pulsating beat it had on my fingers.I knew to move my hand up and down along the shaft and as I wondered what his daughter would say if she knew, I need not have concerned myself, her hand was under the jacket too, and together we played with him until he came.