EroticReverie

Liam Loweman

I'd read her journals, violated her privacy again and again. I got into her computer whenever she was out of the house and would look at her search history. And on days when I couldn't do those things, I would visit her blog. Her dirty little secret she didn't think anybody would know about, especially her father. 

She was currently staying at a friends house tonight, so I had her journal in my hand, my hand on my cock, stroking myself to her dirty thoughts, to things she's done. 

It was alot like her blog, stories of things she'd done, descriptive fantasies she had. These fantasies involved several different kinks and types of people. Teachers, strangers, other girls, her boyfriends that she's had or other boys at school. 

The current entry I was reading in her hand written journal was one of my favorites, it was dated four years ago, and was her first time ever being fingered. I read the words, and imagine her voice speaks them to me as I fuck my fist slowly. 

"I knew why Trevor wanted to sit in the back of the movie theatre. It was so we could make out. Dad had dropped me off to meet with Kellie and Stephanie, but really I was going on my secret date with Trevor. Dad may have let me go if I'd just asked, but I didn't want to possibly be told no. I didn't want to be embarrassed by telling Trevor I couldnt go on a date with him. 

I wore my new shirt dad got me from the mall last week. The pink short sleeved v neck one. I wore it with a black skirt and , and black shoes. 

Trevor started kissing me before the movie even started. I'd never been kissed before and I'm nervous that he could tell. Nervous that he'd tell his friends I was a bad kisser. Nervous that he'd tell them I was a prude if I stopped him. But I didnt want to stop. It was exciting, and he used a lot of tongue. I wasn't sure I liked how much tongue he used. I'd seen kissing in the movies, and never did they have their whole tongue in the girls mouth. But I kept kissing him anyways, and did the same. Pushing my tongue into his mouth too. 

I was surprised when his hand went right to my breasts. I was embarrassed. My boobs are so small, I barely fit into a b cup. I've seen the girls at school he flirts with sometimes. They all have really big chests, I still looked almost flat. But he seemed to not mind. Because his hand was up under my shirt a few seconds later, pushing into the cup of my bra and rubbing my boob. 

It was really hard and he squeezed them a lot as he kept kissing me. He whispered for me to take my bra off for him. So I did. I sat up in my seat, reached up the back of my shirt to unclasp it, then pulled the straps through the sleeves of my shirt, and then out from underneath my shirt. 

What if he tells everyone I'm a slut? What if he tells them how easily I listened to him, and let him do whatever he wanted? 

He put his hand back up my shirt, while he grabbed my hand and moved it to his lap. He pushed my hand down over his jeans and oh my god, he had a boner! It felt so hard! He kept pushing my hand back and forth over his jeans then pulled back and smiled at me as I panted quietly, my eyes just staring dumbly at him in the dimly lit theatre. 

There weren't very many people at all, he'd chosen a movie he'd already seen, and one that had been out for awhile. Purposely i'm sure. so that less people would be in there. I didnt mind that he planned it. I'm just worried he didnt like kissing me. 

But even if he didn't , I couldnt tell because he asked me if I was getting wet. I told him I think so and he laughed quietly. Shame heated my face, he had to have known this was my first time doing anything. I was so embarrassed. 

He told me he'd check for me. 

And oh my god. It was so good. 

I've touched myself there before, I've given myself orgasms too. But I've never ever put anything inside. But Trevor did. He put his fingers inside of me right in the back of the theatre where anyone could catch us! I wanted to tell him to stop, but it felt so good. I  liked him doing that to me. He told me that I was really wet, and that I was really tight.  He said wanted to make me cum but that I had to be quiet. 

So I was. I bit my lip together as I felt his finger move in and out. I sunk into the seat and spread my legs wider and he leaned over to kiss me again as he fingered me. 

I felt my cheeks heat when it started to make noise down there. But the sounds only seemed to make him want to kiss me more, and made his finger go faster. 

I didnt end up cumming. But I lied and said I had when he stopped awhile later. 

We made out for the rest of the movie too, and towards the end he put his finger in me again. 

I lied again, and told him I'd cum when he'd asked while fingering me. 

I can't wait to see him in school tomorrow. I can't wait till we go on another date. I think I want to try to make him cum too. I wonder if I'll be good and giving hand jobs. 

Well, dad just came in...says lights out. 

Later Diary. 

Trevor & Lacey 4 Ever  "

I groaned as I thought about her sitting in a dark theatre, a boys finger inside of her, the fucking sounds she mentioned. How wet she had to have been, and feeling sorry for her that he hadn't made her cum. 

I groaned thinking about her small tits in his hands, thinking about her small tits in my own hands. 

I was going to hell, straight to fucking hell, but I couldn't stop using her stories and fantasies to get off. It was crazy to learn about her sexual moments with others, reading her blog, the entries where she talks about how she used to rub herself against her stuffed animals in her room, or on the arm of the couch. And I never knew, never knew my daughter was having a sexual awakening under my nose. Why did those feelings start so young for us? And what did it mean? How many young girls were doing these things? Was it every young girl? 

I flip to the next entry. And I don't why, but the next entry turns me on even more than her being fingered. I think it's the humiliation, the shame she experienced the next day in school. I should be mad at the boy for what he did to her the next day. But I wasn't, I liked the idea of her crying, feeling dirty and ashamed. 

"Dear diary, I HATE TREVOR!!!

   HE IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE! He told everyone what we did! AND told them I had sex with him!! SEX! All he did was finger me! But he told everyone in school that I let him do it with me without a condom!

I cried so hard in the middle of English , and had to run to the bathroom. He posted it on his instagram!! In his story! A picture of my bra! He took my bra! I didnt even remember to put it back on, like an idiot!

He told his friends that I wasnt good either! Told them I didnt know what I was doing, and that I begged him to take my virginity!

ASSHOLE! I HATE HIM SO MUCH!

And when I texted him and told him I wanted to talk to him, that he needed to stop telling lies. He called me a slut and told me to stop texting him! 

I hate him , hate him, HATE HIM!

And now im getting texts from numbers I dont even know calling me a whore, and a skank. Girls telling me to die because THEY like Trevor. I HATE SCHOOL. AND I HATE TREVOR. I AM NEVER TALKING TO HIM EVER AGAIN! I HATE EVERYONE!" 

I groan as I stroke my dick, thinking about my innocent little teenage daughter, being fingered then painted the school whore the very next day. Groaning I lean my head back and mutter to myself.

"Little slut" I grunt as I work up my load, ready to fucking cum. Cursing when my cum accidentally shoots too far, landing on the pages of her journal that I dropped between my legs. 

I grunt as it splats across the pages, jerking myself off, letting the rest decroate the pages of her private thoughts. Wishing it were decorating her private place on her body.