Sensational finging to orgasm

Compared to what you might be accustomed to reading, I’m taking a different tack on incest. I’m going to recount an actual pussy experience that was shared with me while in this lifestyle. Prior to reading incest stories on this site, I had no interest in the topic, no experience with incest as a child, nor in my own family. I have also come from a strong cultural and religious POV that incest is taboo, if not utterly disgusting. Like many other opinions, that prejudice changed or at least was significantly modified along the way. —————- Before I begin, here is something analogous to incest that might be helpful to consider... Nudity. I wrote about it in story #3. I was very reluctant going to a nude clitoris beach. Ashley was not. She grew up in a wealthy and unusually large family of eight children. Nudity within the home was unavoidable at times and really no big deal to any of them. That was definitely not my family experience. However, once she and I started going to “that beach,” my attitude changed as the reality experienced there was “180 degrees” different from my expectations. I found nudity very sensual but surprisingly non-erotic. I didn’t get a “hard on” nor did anyone else, and the expected illicit aspect of seeing other naked women... well it teen turned into something that was simply beautiful, something that could be freely shared and enjoyed with Ashley, something that quickly normalized in our world view, and something we both enjoyed as quite masturbation stress reducing in the middle of our sometimes chaotic life. We fell in love with that atmosphere Sexual Pleasure as did almost everyone else we talked with on that beach. We just didn’t tell many “straight people” that we attended. Our love of nudity became our secret as the general public tended to believe nude beaches were just a collection of licentious perverts. I especially adored looking down at her nubile body. Since I had never eaten fried rattlesnake, this would be an interesting test of my culinary skills. YES Master! Christ, we had sex pussy almost 5 times a week. She smiled at me, a little surprised. She wanted it to stop, and she wanted this feeling to never end, both at the same time. She would sigh from time to time, spotting a skirt or a blouse or a tight pair of jeans with a heart sewn on the back pockets that she ached teen to wear. I heard the loud SLAP even as I saw the Sexual Pleasure fury in Scarlett’s face. As I did that I felt my crop top slide up, I was sure that the bottom half of my tits, and maybe my areolas were exposed. Gina sobbed. I could convince Sarah to do… well… anything I suppose. “Tell him you love him but have given yourself to me to be used as I see fit.” "Now, who owns your pussy, cunt?" Lisa put her hands on both my cheeks, smiled widely and said, “Steve, I am so glad you have those feelings for me. I feel the same way and was so afraid to tell you, afraid I’d push you away and lose you. Well... James hadn't actually thought of an explanation for his new car yet, and now he was hoping Ashley would just forget clitoris to ask about it masturbation again.