3 comments/ 71673 views/ 6 favorites My Naughty Diary By: elleann Hi! My name is Elle Ann. I am 18, New York (not the city – mid state) and I thought a fun way to make a diary would be right here on Literotica where everyone could read it. I am five feet six inches, 107 pounds, darkish blonde hair (on my head), blue-green eyes. I have smallish breasts but they have nice shapes and, in fact, I am being voted this year as the best looking girl in my senior class, also the girl with the nicest smile and the biggest flirt, so you can see I have a lot going for me where sex is concerned, plus I like it. I am not slut, however, so please don’t get that idea. Well, last night I babysat for Mr. and Mrs. Johnson who are our next door neighbors and they have two little boys. When I was little myself, Mr. Johnson made a doll house for me which I still have. The Johnsons have always been very nice to me and even treat me like a part of their family. That is why I was kind of surprised when I realized last night that Mr. Johnson was looking at my panties. I had fallen asleep on the sofa. I was lying down and one of my legs had slipped off the sofa, causing my skirt to slide up. I don’t usually wear skirts but I was wearing one then because Mrs. Johnson had given me some of her old clothes that night before they went out and one of them was this cute mini skirt that she had gotten about fifteen years ago when she was my age. I really liked the skirt so I kept it on and was wearing it when Mr. and Mrs. Johnson got home and found me asleep on the sofa. At first I thought it was cute and kind of sexy when I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Johnson standing there looking down at me, only he wasn’t looking at my face so he didn’t see that I had opened my eyes. Then Mrs. Johnson came over and she wasn’t looking at my face either. They were both staring at my yellow panties. “Damn, what a piece of ass!,” I heard Mr. Johnson say. “I would just love to eat her and watch you fuck her,” I heard Mrs. Johnson say. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I kept my eyes closed so they wouldn’t know I had woken up. I didn’t know what to do. How could Mr. and Mrs. Johnson be acting this way? The funny thing was that I was getting a little excited, not just worried. My heart was beating fast and my nipples started to bother me because they tingled so much. I kind of liked it that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were looking at my panties and talking about me in that way. I knew it was bad of me but I couldn’t help it. So I decided not to “wake up” quite yet. Then, to my surprise, I heard other sounds and I realized Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were not the only people there. Someone else had come into the room. My heart totally stopped when I realized who it was. “Look at this, Anna and Pappy, it’s what you two were talking about,” Mrs. Johnson said, speaking to my own grandparents who lived across the street from us and who were friends of the Johnsons. The Johnsons had met them at the movies and then invited them in for coffee and now the four of them were standing in a row by the sofa looking down at me in my yellow panties. “Shhh, keep your voices down,” Grandma said. “Isn’t she precious. Do you suppose we could see her tits.” “Damn, look at them panties. You can almost see her cunt. Let’s see her tits and then let’s take off her panties,” my own grandfather said. He sounded excited. “What if she wakes up?”, Mr. Johnson said. “We will say we found her this way, with her clothes all messed up. We will say she must have been having a dirty dream and undressed herself in her sleep. We will tell her she is a bad girl to have dreams like that and we think we will have to tell her mother and father,” my grandmother said. She laughed at what a good idea she thought this was, to blame me for what they were going to do in case I woke up. Boy, things were getting more amazing all the time! End of Part I – Part II is coming up, don’t worry/ My Naughty Diary Continued I was getting cross at my grandparents and Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It wasn't right that they should be looking at me in my panties and talking about seeing my "tits" and calling me stuff like a piece of ass. I felt my cheeks burning from being mad at them. It hurt my feelings. I peeked out under my eyelids. I probably shouldn't have put on such a tight jersey, I thought, seeing my round smallish breasts stretching my jersey and my nipples making hard points in the purple cloth. And I probably shouldn't have kept on that darn mini skirt either, I told myself. I probably did look like a piece of ass, to be honest. Well, even if I did look like one, that would be a good excuse for a bunch of guys to act horny but it didn't excuse Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and my own grandparents! I decided to teach them a little lesson. I yawned and arched my back and stretched out on the sofa, moving my hand down and like accidentally folded back my skirt so that now my panties became totally exposed with my legs open. If these so called adults thought they were horny now, just wait! I would get them really worked up and then I would get right up and stomp out of that house and tell my parents what they had done. Of course, I wouldn't mention what I had done. My mom and dad might not understand that I was only doing this to teach these horny grownups a lesson. "Mmmmm," I sighed, as if I were having a dream. I put my hand on my thigh and moved it slowly back and forth, as if I might be thinking in my dream of actually finger fucking myself. "Geez, this is great!" Mr. Johnson said. I peeked up at him. I could see where he was looking, and I know what he saw. I couldn't see myself down there naturally, but I know exactly how those yellow panties fit on me. They are tight and when they are pulled up a little, as they were now, they show perfectly the outlines of my cunt and its soft mound. Also, I told you, dear diary, that my hair is darkish blonde but my hair down there is very light, so light you can hardly see it sometimes. I just have a tuft of it at the top of my cunt and some silky strands at the sides and some of the strands always peek out under the sides of my yellow panties because the panties are so small and I was sure Mr. Johnson and the others were seeing those silky blonde hairs right now and also getting a good idea of what my cunt looked like, seeing it outlined so clearly in my panties. "Mmmm, oooo," I sighed, and stretched again, and now I moved up both of my hands and let them glide across my breasts, making sure that my fingers touched my hard nipples. I was starting to enjoy this. I decided I would let them have a good look. I might even let them push my jersey up so they could see my tits, like my Grandpa had suggested, but that was as far as I would go. I would never let them take my panties off, which Grandpa had also suggested. When they got to that point, that is when I would "wake up" and give them all a piece of….my mind! "Damn, I think the little sweetie pie really is dreaming about sex," Mrs. Johnson said, which is what my grandmother had said they would accuse me of if I woke up and found them being naughty with me. They would just say I had been having a sex dream and messed up my own clothes and they were just trying to help me out. Right! As she said that, Mrs. Johnson knelt down on the floor beside me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel here there. I could feel her breath on me. And then I felt something else! Mrs. Johnson was carefully pushing up my jersey. "Oh, I want do that," Grandma said, in a cranky voice. "Dammit, we all want to do it, Anna," Mr. Johnson said. I tried hard to keep pretending I was sleeping. I made myself breathe and not hold my breath as Mrs. Johnson got my jersey up to my breasts. And then I felt the jersey pulling back over my breasts and I felt the air on my nipples and my jersey was like turned into a scarf. I was topless. Mr. Johnson and Grandpa said nice things about my tits. I guess I would have been hurt if they said they didn't like them, but they did. They liked them a lot. Grandpa and Mrs. Johnson liked them too and they started discussing which one of them would suck them first. Oh, this is going too far now, I thought. But my nipples were hurting from tingling so much. They really did need to be sucked or rubbed or something!!! I thought I would let them suck on them for just a little while. "Mmmmmm," I sighed, twisting a little to make my tits sway. They don't sway a lot because they are on the small side and they are very firm. I don't even need a bra for support because of the firmness. But when I wiggle they sway a little and I was making them sway now, just to make them look tasty to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson and my grandparents. Boy, was I ever being naughty now, but I was doing it for a purpose, like I said. My Naughty Diary: Oh Boy! Okay, when I left off, dear Diary, I was lying on the sofa at Mr. and Mrs. Johnson's house pretending I was asleep and the Johnsons and my grandparents were talking about taking my clothes off and even sucking my nipples and their plan was to say I had messed up my own clothes and gotten myself sexually excited in a horny dream if I woke up and that they were just trying to wake me up so that I would stop embarrassing myself. I was already topless with my jersey pushed up around my neck thanks to Mrs. Johnson and my little mini skirt was up around my stomach so everyone had a good view of my yellow bikini panties. So far, I was going along with them because my plan was to teach them a lesson for being so naughty. I had decided to keep pretending I was asleep and get them really worked up and then I would "wake up" and give them a lecture and also tell my parents what they had done. The thing was, I had started to get worked up myself! "Dear, get the cameras," I heard Mrs. Johnson say, and my heart almost stopped. "Oh, what a great idea," Grandma said. I am sure the fellows would love to have some nice pictures of her to look at when they, you know, want to have a good time without us but by themselves!" Everyone laughed at that but they were serious about the pictures and Grandpa and Mr. Johnson really did want them for the reason that Grandma said. Even Mrs. Johnson agreed with her. "Yes, it must get boring to have to look at the same pictures all the time. This will be a nice change of pace for them instead of those Playboy magazines. And we will have to take lots and lots of pictures so they will have a good variety." I almost wanted to get up at this point but I was getting interested in the idea of posing as a "sex model", as Mrs. Johnson started to call me. Of course I would be posing in my "sleep". So I lay there for several minutes listening to them talk about me while Mr. Johnson set up a video camera on a tripod which he positioned a few feet away from me and loaded up his regular camera with a new roll of film. "Take off her panties, will you, Louise. We need cunt pictures of course." ":Oh, of course, dear," Mrs. Johnson said. I felt her getting onto the sofa. I held my breath. "She is such a sound sleeper. I bet you fellows could fuck the little sweety and she wouldn't wake up," Mrs. Johnson said as she pushed up my skirt which had slipped down. I felt her fingers grasp the tops of my panties and then I felt my panties coming off my bottom and down my legs. The air was very cool on my cunt. Mmmmmm, this is terrible, I thought. I should stop this right now, I told myself. Mmmmm, well I will just see what happens first and then I will stop it, I decided, keeping my eyes tightly closed. "Damn, she would sure as hell wake up if we fucked her," Grandpa said, but I could tell from the tone of his voice that fucking me was definitely something he would like to do. "Ooooo, look at her cunt," Grandma said. Mrs. Johnson pushed my legs open to give them all a good look. I was nude now except for my sneakers and my jersey that was pushed up around my neck. "Boy is that a tasty looking cunt or what?," Mr. Johnson said. I peeked under my eyelids and saw him pointing his camera at me. He started moving around the sofa taking pictures at different angles. ""Here let me get down there between her legs," he said to his wife and the two of them changed places. I peeked again and saw Mr. Johnson lying between my legs pointing the camera at my cunt for a closeup. Then Mrs. Johnson came up with a much worse plan than the first one they had of saying I had been having an erotic dream. "If she wakes up, we can tell her to keep her mouth shut or we will tell her parents we came home and found her being fucked by one of those high school football players she knows from being a cheerleader last year. She will say, no that we were ones fucking her but who are her parents going to believe, we four adults or this little teenage sexpot." Everyone thought this was a great idea and they told Mrs. Johnson what a smart woman she was. I couldn't believe it! Grandpa and Mr. Johnson were saying that they were going to fuck me and there was nothing I would be able to do about it unless I wanted my parents to think I was a total slut. "We could say it was one of the black football players," Grandma said. "Remember how upset her father was when she went to the prom last year with that black boy." "Yeah, that's right," Grandpa said. "He was furious. Ha! I wonder if she got some black cock that night." "Yes indeed," said Mrs. Johnson. "We'll say we found her with TWO black boys. They were taking turns fucking her and getting her to give them blowjobs, we will say." So they were really serious about their awful plan. I was trapped. While I tried to think about what to do, Mr. Johnson circled the sofa, taking more pictures and then Grandma got down on the sofa between my legs. Mrs. Johnson knelt down beside me and began to kiss my breasts. Then Grandma blew her warm breath into my cunt just as Mrs. Johnson took one of my nipples into her mouth and began to suck it like a piece of candy. "Oooohhhhh," I moaned, keeping my eyes closed. "Goodness gracious," Grandma exclaimed. "This girl has the hottest cunt I ever saw. Look at this. I am putting my hand about four inches away from her cunt and I can feel the heat coming out of her." Grandma knelt down then and put his hand next to Grandma's. I was almost ready to faint with embarrassment. "Man alive. Ain't that something!", Grandpa said. "Hey, now that I have my hand here I think I will just fingerfuck her a little." "You wait your turn," Grandma told him and she pushed Grandpa away. He mumbled something and stood up. Mr. Johnson turned on the video camera. Then he circled the sofa again, snapping off pictures on his other camera. He finished the roll and popped in another one. I kept taking peeks under my eyelids and I could also hear him and hear the conversations that were going on. Of course, Grandma and Mrs. Johnson weren't talking much. Their mouths were busy doing other things. I was going crazy practically from having my nipples sucked and licked by Mrs. Johnson and now things got much worse. Grandma began to eat me. "Mmmmmmm, nooooooo," I heard myself say as I lifted my bottom just a little so Grandma could get eat me better. She was going to give me an orgasm in about ten seconds, I realized, and she did. She cried out as I made my little spurt in her mouth. Well, you can imagine what happened next. I got fucked of course. Grandpa fucked me first since he was older and had like seniority, I guess. I tried to control myself. I kept my eyes closed the whole time, even when Grandpa made me cum. His thing was not too big but it was big enough and it was quite hard. I was actually proud of Grandpa for having such a hard one and I was happy in a way that he had a young girl for a change instead of Grandma is all wrinkled and saggy. It was wrong of him to be fucking his own granddaughter but I decided to forgive him. Then Mr. Johnson fucked me. His cock was bigger than Grandpa's and Mr. Johnson fucked me a lot harder than Grandpa did. He pounded me into the sofa cushions and made me cum in about two seconds it seemed. I was discovering that the big benefit of being screwed when you are "sleeping" is that you can have real sex and make believe sex at the same time. When I masturbate, which I do constantly, I think about different guys I would like to screw me and as Mr. Johnson was screwing me I started to think about one of my favorites. It is Albert Einstein. He was a huge genius and they had a picture of him in our history book last year that was taken when he was about 25 years old. He has a beard and glasses and a very cute face. He was kind of a little guy with a big brain. I think smart guys are the sexiest of all and you won't find anyone smarter than Albert Einstein, so I was pretending it was him for a while when Mr. Johnson was screwing me. "Oh, Albert," I moaned, and I wrapped my slim legs around Mr. Johnson's back and pumped myself against him as he pumped into me. Grandpa and Mr. Johnson both had excellent orgasms. They came inside me but they were also performing for the video camera so they pulled out before they finished and also came on top of me and I had cum everywhere, on my stomach and on my breasts and on my neck and my face and even in my hair. I was a mess. Each time, Mrs. Johnson cleaned me up with a warm face cloth and a towel while I lay there with my eyes closed panting and moaning. Finally, they were finished with me and Mrs. Johnson and Grandpa carefully put my clothes back on and then Mrs. Johnson shook me a little and I opened my eyes. "Well, you had quite a nap, sweetheart," Mrs. Johnson said. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. Mr. Johnson and Grandpa were sitting down in easy chairs, acting non chalant. "You seemed to be having a pretty interesting dream there, Elle," Grandma said. "Yes, I was having a dream," I laughed, but I could feel myself blushing. "Well, you can sleep here anytime, Elle. I think you like this sofa because it is so comfortable. We have a bed upstairs in the guest room that is even more comfortable so if you would like to come over and take a nap sometime, you would be quite welcome. As a matter of fact, we are having a little party on Saturday night. We will be downstairs with our interesting guests and the children will have to stay up in their rooms. Why don't you come over and stay up there with them and then after they go to bed if you are tired you can lie down on the bed in the guest room and take a nice nap." I smiled at Mrs. Johnson and said that maybe I would do that, I didn't know yet what my plans were. And then Mr. Johnson paid me for babysitting and I went home. So that is what happened yesterday, dear diary. I will write again when something else happens that is interesting, like if I go to the Johnsons on Saturday that might be interesting. Oh well, bye for now. My Naughty Diary: Parents' Night (continuing the sexual diary of eighteen year old high school senior, Elsie Blossom-Smith) After my grandparents and the Johnson's had sex with me while I was "sleeping", I thought about the experience constantly. I am a good student and get high grades fairly easily. Supposedly, I have a great IQ, but after that night it seemed the only thing my big brain could think about was sex. I would be sitting in Mr. Diamond's history class for example, and he would be talking in his beautiful voice which has this wonderful English accent, and I would be staring at his pants to see if his bulge was showing. What was the matter with me!!? Around the house life seemed pretty normal considering what had happened. We have a big house, with fifteen rooms, so one day Daddy decided that Grampa and Grandma might as well live with us instead of keeping up their own house which was almost across the street. My grandparents thought Daddy had a great idea. I thought he had really dangerous idea. My grandparents put their house up for sale and moved in with us. I guess I assumed there would be lots of opportunities for more "sleeping" experiences. It didn't work out that way. Then one day it did. Daddy took Mom to one of his business conventions in the city, leaving just me in the house with Grampa and Grandma. I was on pins and needles that whole day. I think Grampa and Grandma were, too. Grampa of course was totally horny being as he is a man, plus the only person he can have sex with is Grandma and she is not that good to look at any more. I hate to say something mean about a person but let's face it, when you get to be like sixty years old you lose a lot of your attractiveness. This was extra sad in Grandma's case because she was very pretty when she was young. She had been a homecoming queen at her college and in high school she was voted best looking girl in her senior class. Getting old and wrinkly was not only extra sad for her, it was extra hard on Grampa who used to have someone beautiful to have sex with but not anymore so I couldn't be too critical of him for wanting to screw a young girl like me, even if I was his own granddaughter. I was a little mad at him for staring at me all the time, however. It seemed like Grampa was constantly checking me out and he didn't care if people saw him doing it. We would be having dinner and there would be Grampa looking at my tits in my jersey or turning in his chair to watch my bottom in my jeans when I got up to get something. It was extremely embarrassing!! Grandma was a different story. She had shocked me at the Johnson's house when it turned out she wanted to see my panties and then have sex with me. I didn't stay shocked for very long. The way Grandma did it to me took care of that! Grandma sure hadn't lost her abilities in the sex department. Grampa should give her more credit, I thought, but he is a guy, an old guy but still a guy, and with guys how you look is a big deal no matter how great you are at blowjobs and stuff. Well that's life. Except for Grampa's stares, as the days went by they both acted toward me like normal grandparents, not the kind who fuck you when they think you are sleeping, and I did my best to act normally with them, though like I said before the memory of that experience stayed fresh in my mind. Now our normal acting toward each other was about to be a lot less normal again. After Daddy and Mom left, I chatted with Grampa and Grandma. I'm sure we all had the same thoughts going on but none of us could express them. We talked in the kitchen while they were having coffee and I was drinking juice. "You look tired, Elsie, why don't you take a nap," Grandma said. "Grandma, it's ten o'clock in the morning," I said. I was teasing them. I really did feel like going into the living room and lying down on the couch and taking a "nap", and I would have done that probably except just then there was a knock on the door. Two old guys from the Senior's Club who Grandpa goes bowling with had come to pick him up for a bowling match they were having that morning that Grampa had forgotten about in his excitement over the possibility of screwing me. You could see he was frustrated when he left the house, carrying his bowling ball case. Nothing else happened the rest of the day. That night, Grampa and Grandma went to see some friends of theirs, for just a short visit, they said. They told me they would be back about nine o'clock and that if I wanted to wait for them instead of going out with my friends, maybe we could play cards or something and that if I got tired while I was waiting I could take a nice nap on the sofa. Hmmmmm, I thought, that sounds interesting. "Gee, I am a little sleepy," I said, stretching, which made my tits stick out in my jersey the way Grampa likes to see them. "Mmmmm," I sighed and I stretched again. I looked down at myself and saw my nipples practically poking right out of fabric of my jersey. I glanced at Grampa and saw him staring at my cute points. I glanced at Grandma and she was staring, too. "Okay, maybe we can play set back or something," I said. "Um, why don't you wear one of your skirts tonight, Elsie, I think you look so nice in them," Grandma said. "Gee, I don't have to look nice just to play cards do I?," I said. "Oh, it's just that your Grampa and I are a bit old fashion. We enjoy seeing young people dress the way we used to. When I was your age, girls wore mini skirts, you know. Much more than they do now." A few hours later I was on the sofa in a clean, yellow jersey and a short skirt. The color of my bikini panties matched my jersey. Also, I had on my running shoes and socks. I had washed and brushed my hair and I had a pin in it to hold it back. The TV was on. I lay back on the sofa. It was a little after eight. Before I knew it, I actually fell asleep, probably because I was nervous and I fall asleep very easily when I am nervous about something. A sound in the kitchen woke me up. Usually, I will sleep through anything. I am famous in my family for being such a sound sleeper, but sometimes the slightest thing will wake me. I don't understand why I am like that. "Oh gosh, they're here," I whispered to myself. My heart started to beat very fast and I felt this warm buzz go through me from head to toe. I pulled up my skirt until my panties were like half exposed and I slid my left leg out to the edge of the sofa and then I lay back with my eyes closed and waited. Someone came into the room. I could tell it was Grampa by the clumpity clump of his steps. He came right up to the sofa almost and stopped there. I couldn't see him looking at me but I could feel his eyes. I sighed and squiggled a little against the cushions. I was feeling very very naughty, I have to admit. In the back of my mind was this huge thought: in a few minutes I am going to be screwed! I sighed again and let my hand down on my jersey and I pushed it against the side of one of my tits. "Mmmmm," I breathed. I let my hand down. I was a little surprised that Grampa just stood there. I don't know what I expected exactly but I expected him to do something besides standing there like a statue. I thought he would at least get down on his knees for a closer look and maybe push up my skirt higher or feel up my tits a little to see if I would wake up. He and Grandma would have to check me out that way, like they did the last time, making sure I was really sound asleep so they could have sex with me without me knowing what they were doing. I didn't open my eyes just enough to peek because Grampa was right above me, staring down, and I was afraid he would notice. "Oh, Henry, there you are," I heard as the second person came into the room. I almost had a heart attack. The voice was Mom's. The person who had been looking at me wasn't Grampa. It was Daddy! "My goodness, what have we here?," Mom said. "She's sleeping," Daddy told her. "I can see she's sleeping. I can also see her panties. Is that what you have been looking at, dear?" "What? Oh, well, Ahem. Yes, I guess I was thinking if…if you should pull down her skirt." "But if I did that, Henry, you wouldn't be able to look at her panties any more." "Lorraine, please." Mom came closer. I could sense her standing above me, right next to Daddy. "She does look adorable. I don't blame you for ogling her. Those panties are incredible, so skimpy and cute and look, you can see a few of her blonde cunt hairs peeking out the sides." "I see them. You don't blame me?" "Not at all. Elsie sleeps like a bear in the winter time. When she is really out, nothing wakes her, not even a hurricane." "Yes, I know," Daddy said, as if he was thinking about something. Mom said that Grampa and Grandma must be out because their car wasn't in the driveway and then she said that she and Daddy should have a drink of scotch while they decided what to do about me sleeping there with my panties exposed. One reason they should think about this, she said, was that Daddy had gotten a big bulge in the front of his pants and they needed to figure out why he would have a bulge like that at this time. "She looks a little funny," Daddy said. "She seems to be getting pale and her face is quite tense." "Yes, you're right. Here, dear, I poured you a nice scotch." "Thank you." "Maybe she is having a dream." "Probably. I think the dream is making her worried or something, from the expression on her face." "Right, but, well I hate to mention this, darling, but look at the way her nipples are sticking up in her jersey. I mean, goodness, they are hard as they can be. She must be having an erotic dream." "You think? Then why is she so pale?" "She does look tense. I know, why don't you put your hand down near her panties, Henry. I'll tell you a secret. When Elsie becomes aroused, her cunt gets unusually hot. If you put your hand even several inches above her cunt you can feel the heat coming out of her. I know about that because she told me, she was afraid there was something wrong and that she should see a doctor about it. She is such a sweetheart to have a hot cunt like that, don't you think?" "Good grief! Lorraine I wish you wouldn't talk about her 'cunt'. Can't you say vagina or something?" "How about honeypot?" "Lorraine, please. Put down that scotch. You are getting tipsy. Remember you already had two drinks before we got here." "How about fuckhole?", Mom laughed. "I'm not tipsy, Henry. I am horny though. You haven't had sex with me in a week, and I'm so disappointed about the convention." "Sorry, honey, but don't take it out on Elsie, for gosh sake." "I won't if you will agree to take it out on Elsie," Mom giggled. "Oh God." I felt Daddy getting down on his knees beside me. "Are you serious about her….vagina getting hot like that?" "See for yourself." Daddy lifted my skirt and folded it back on my stomach. My panties now were totally exposed. I could feel the cool air on my tummy above the top of my panties. I peeked beneath my eyelids just enough to see Daddy's other hand descend toward the vee of my panties and pause a few inches above it with the palm facing down. "Nope, don't feel anything." "Go lower." The hand came down until it was practically on top of my panties. "I don't know, maybe just the slightest bit of warmth, probably my imagination. Nothing that unusual, that's for sure." "She isn't hot enough yet, that's all. Let's make her hotter and you will see." "Lorraine, are you saying it's okay if I fool around with her? I might be tempted to do that, you know. I never thought I would be tempted but I might be." Daddy's voice sounded thick in his throat. "Of course, you're tempted, dear. She is a piece of ass. Just like me when I was her age. I still am, I hope. Just like Grandma was. It runs in the family." "Yes, you drive men crazy, you Blossom women. But look at Elsie, she is getting her color back. She is getting red now." "Hmmm, she seems to be blushing. How interesting. Something in her dream, I suppose. Henry, I have an idea." "What?" "Fingerfuck her." Daddy made a kind of choking sound, but he didn't say any words. "Go ahead, dear. She'll never know." "No, Lorraine. No, no, no, no no!" Mom laughed. "Be honest, Henry. Would you like to fingerfuck her. Yes or No?" There was a pause while Daddy seemed to be considering the question. I was curious myself about the answer. I was proud of Daddy for saying no, although I didn't see why he had to say it like six times. One or two no's would have been enough. Of course I didn't want him to fingerfuck me. I didn't know what I wanted, to be honest. I was completely mixed up. I couldn't believe my parents were doing this. My Mom totally shocked me with her behavior. I realize she had a couple of scotches and I found out afterward that the convention they were going to got canceled because of a strike by some workers at the hotel and they missed out on this great dinner they were suppose to have there, cooked be French chef, so that helped explain why Mom was feeling the way she was feeling, all disappointed and all and wishing she could have a treat to make up for the great dinner she missed out on, but I didn't know that then and even if I did know it, that wouldn't have excused the way she was trying to get Daddy to fingerfuck me or the other stuff they were doing, like calling me a piece of ass. I mean it wasn't right for her to want me to the treat! I peeked out under my eyelids again. Daddy was looking at my panties. I had closed my legs most of the way in my "sleep" and now I made a sleepy sigh and opened them again. If Daddy was going to consider Mom's question he should be able to look at what she was talking about, I thought. My heart was going a mile a minute and I was both mad and excited at the same time. As I just said, I definitely didn't want Daddy to fingerfuck me but I was teasing him a little because of all those "no's". I decided that I would teach them a lesson for being so naughty with their own daughter. In a minute, I would "wake up" and give them a good lecture. I had that same plan with my grandparents and the Johnson's but that hadn't worked out because they had a better plan - they were going to blame everything on me if I woke up and report me to my parents by telling them they found me having sex with two black football players. Well, I didn't have to worry about that problem this time. Who were Mom and Daddy going tell, themselves? No, I would tease them a little and then confront them with their immoral behavior, and maybe I could even end up getting a bigger allowance or some new clothes as their way of making for being so naughty with me. "Yes or no?", Mom said. Daddy made a moaning sound. "What if she wakes up?" "She won't wake up. I know Elsie's sleeping patterns. She's in one of her very deep sleeps. That's why we haven't made her wake up with all our talking and you pushing up her skirt. Nothing will wake her up. Of course, dear, if I'm wrong and if she did wake up while one of us was having sex with her, well that would be quite serious. We would have to deal with her harshly, I'm afraid." "It would be serious. What do you mean "one of us"? Do you want to have sex with her?" "Well, looking at her in those panties makes me think about it. The little sexpot gets to me, to tell you the truth. I think she makes the whole family hot. Have you noticed the way Grampa ogles her?" Phew, now Mom was calling me a sexpot and saying she might want to have sex with me. I thought I should wake up right then and put a stop to everything, but I was interested in knowing how they would "deal" with me if I woke up and caught them being naughty. "Speaking of your father, Lorraine, suppose he and your mother walk in on us. They could get here at any time." "We'll hear the car in the driveway. You know how loud their car is. We'll have plenty of time to put her clothes back on or whatever before they come into house. "Anyway, dear, to get back to what we were talking about, if Elsie did wake up at the wrong time, we would have to blame her for the whole thing. And it really is her fault. I mean did we ask her to lie here with her skirt up wearing those provocative panties. So, we would say she is a girl who invites her own parents to have sex with her by lying on the sofa showing her panties to them and pretending she is sleeping. That is about the worst thing a girl can do, tempting her own parents to have sex with her. So, as punishment, we would ground her for the rest of the year and cancel her allowance. I think we should also consider not sending her to college in the fall, but send her to a convent instead so she could learn to be a nun. I mean that would help to absolve us dear, if we gave her to the church, you know like a sacrifice to atone for our own sins as well as hers." "Hmmm, whatever you say, Lorraine. Wow, look at that, she's getting all pale again and that even sounded like a moan that she made." "The poor dear must having an awful dream. A good fingerfucking will make her feel better, don't you think, dear?" Daddy laughed. I could tell he was excited. I peeked, just in time to see what I felt, which was Daddy's hand on my thigh, sliding toward my panties. "Oooo," I said in my "sleep", squeezing my eyes shut as I tried to make myself not get excited. I wanted to think but I couldn't. My brain wasn't working very well. All I knew was that I was trapped, just like I had been trapped at the Johnson's' house, thinking I had them when it turned out they had me. I could either "wake up" and stop Daddy and face the consequences that Mom had described or let Daddy fingerfuck me. Well, I would hate to lose my allowance and I would hate to be grounded and I would hate to be a nun but I wouldn't hate being fingerfucked that much. In fact, I wouldn't hate it at all. It was just that I didn't think it was right for Daddy to do it, but a person can't be choosy when she is in the position I was in, so I decided to make the best of my situation. "Hey, it is getting warmer here," Daddy said, as his fingers hovered over my panties, right where my cunt was. "Mmmmm," I sighed, sleepily. I let my legs fall open a little more. Then I stretched slightly, like a person does when she is sleeping and adjusting her position. Daddy paused with his hand. I had the feeling he was looking at me. "Lorraine, do you think it would be all right if we saw her tits?" "Oh my, what a nice idea. Here, I will just open up her blouse. I'm sure you will enjoy fingerfucking her all the more if you can see her tits while you are doing it, dear." "Thanks, sweetheart, what an understanding wife you are." I felt Mom's hands as she opened the buttons on my blouse. She pulled it open and then she pushed up my bra, and I felt the cool air on my tits, especially on my hard nipples. Daddy liked my tits a lot. He told Mom how pretty they were, smallish but with very nice shapes and perky pink nipples that were perfectly round and looked like they were "begging to be sucked". I almost fainted when he said that. Then Daddy pulled down my panties and I almost fainted again. "I should get the camera," Mom said. "Geez," Daddy said. I was peeking again and I could see Daddy staring at my cunt. I have a tuft of blonde hair at the top and just a few wispy very light blonde strands at the side and I already told you about the lips of my cunt being more pronounced than they are on most girls, so I think Daddy liked my cunt quite a bit, just as he liked my tits quite a bit. It's great to have your Daddy like you but it's a little strange when the parts he likes so much are your tits and your cunt. I felt funny about the whole thing, to be honest, but it was making me hot, there was no doubt about that! My Naughty Diary: Parents' Night "Did you hear what I said, Henry, I'm going to get the camera. I'll be right back." I lay there giving Daddy a show while Mom got the camera and when she came back she started taking pictures of me from this angle and that angle while Daddy got out of the way for the time being. "You will enjoy having these pictures Henry. I know that you jerk off when I am having my period and that is why you have that Penthouse magazine in your drawer. So next time you can jerk off while you look at pictures of Elsie." "Good grief," Daddy said, but he didn't object and Mom took a few more pictures before Daddy got back on the sofa. He didn't waste any time after that. Daddy pushed my legs open and then he pushed something else, and I am referring to his index finger which he pushed all the way inside my cunt. "Do it hard," Mom said. Daddy did do it hard. His finger zoomed back and forth. I never did it that fast with my own finger. I guess Daddy is more athletic than me to be able to fingerfuck a person so fast. His finger rubbed against my clitoris as he fucked me with it and pretty soon I was moaning and writhing all over the sofa. "Make her cum, make her cum," Mom said. She sounded a little crazy the way she was talking. She didn't have to say it. I was going to cum. I knew I was going to cum about two seconds after Daddy started fingerfucking me. I didn't start to cum that quick, of course, but I knew that it would happen if he kept it up, which he did. My bottom was bouncing on the cushion and I was squirming and moaning, keeping my eyes closed the whole time, and then I just came all over Daddy's finger, a hot little bath of cunt juice that made this tiny eruption, almost a spurt, that wet Daddy's hand, not just his finger, and trickled warmly down me onto the sofa. I lay there gasping and moaning while Mom took some more pictures. I didn't realize that she was taking pictures at that point but I got to see them later. "Hmmmm," said Mom, after she had put down the camera, "she is all wet with cunt juice. That is so adorable to see. I think I will clean her up, if you don't mind, dear." Daddy said he didn't mind and he got off the sofa and Mom took his place. I thought she was going to wipe me with a cloth or something but instead she pushed my legs open and put her head down in between them and started to lick me. "Oh gosh!," I heard myself say, accidentally. "It's so cute, she's even talking in her sleep now," Mom said, looking up at me for a second. Then she went back to work, licking me all around my cunt and down along my bottom where my cum juice had dripped and when she had licked it all up, Mom put her tongue inside my cunt and ate me until she made me cum again. This time I didn't get any cunt juice on myself. It all squirted inside Mom's mouth and she drank it down. "She does have the hottest cunt ever," Mom said, after she caught her breath. "That she does," Daddy agreed. "Um, Lorraine, I want to fuck her now if that's ok with you." "You mean really fuck her." "That's what I mean." "Suppose she wakes me, Henry. A real fucking might wake her up." "I don't care if she wakes up. I've got to fuck her." "Poor dear, you really need to fuck her, don't you." "Yes." "Then go ahead. Wait till I get the video, ok?" "Sure." Daddy started stripping off his clothes. I peeked at the bulge in his pants and within thirty seconds I was peeking at what had made the bulge. It made my heart almost stop. Of course, there was nothing I could do now! So Mom got the video and when she came back with it, Daddy got on top of me on the sofa and fucked me. He pushed my legs open with his knee and held his cock at the entrance of my cunt while Mom got a nice closeup. Then Daddy's cock went inside me. It totally filled me up, and then it was going back and forth, not as fast as Daddy had made his finger go, but fast. Daddy fucked me hard. I was glad there were cushions beneath me the way I was being pounded. Daddy's cock is long and thick, much bigger than any of the boys' cocks I had seen. I just loved the way it stretched me and filled me and fucked me. "Mmmmmm," I said, twisting my head back and forth. Some of my blonde hair fell in front of my face, shielding my eyes. I looked through my hair strands at Mom, who was on her knees beside us holding the video camera to her face. The camera was pointing toward my hips. Then it began to swing slowly up my body toward my head. I guess Mom wanted to get a picture of my face while I was being fucked but of course my hair was in the way, so I like accidentally pushed it back with my hand and closed my eyes and then I moaned and licked my lips as if I was an actress in a dirty movie, which I guess I was in a way. I wasn't acting though. Daddy was almost giving me another orgasm and about ten seconds after that he did give me one. I didn't even know it when Grampa and Grandma came into the room and clapped their hands and cried out in surprise. No one heard their car because the car had broken down and they had to take the bus home, which was why they were so late. Daddy was so busy fucking me he didn't notice them either. Mom almost freaked out about it, however, until she realized that Grampa and Grandma weren't upset and they even approved of Daddy fucking me. They thought it was great, they said, and Grampa asked if he could have a turn. Well, to make a long story short, he did have a turn and so did Grandma. I guess the four of them did everything to me that could happen to a person when she is having sex with a bunch of people. I didn't like it very much when Grampa screwed me in my bottom so I am not going to say anything more about that. The big finale, which was Grandma's idea, was when all four of them had sex with me at the same time in front of the video camera that Mom put on the coffee table and turned on before she joined in. Daddy had put me down on the floor. As soon as Mom got the camera turned on, Grampa got on top of me and started fucking me. Then Daddy knelt over my head and opened my mouth and put his cock in me that way and while Daddy made me give him a blowjob and Grampa fucked me, Mom and Grandma got on either side of me and licked and sucked my breasts. Grampa had a good orgasm, which made me happy since I don't think he has that many good ones any more. Daddy had a good orgasm, too, which was the second one for him, the first one being when he fucked me the regular way, and I swallowed most of it down although I wondered if a person would really drink down a mouthful of hot cum in her sleep. No one raised a question about that so I guess it was okay. Well, by the time everyone was finished having sex with me I was so worn out from my "sleep" that after Daddy carried me upstairs to my bed, I zonked out for real for about ten hours. The next day when I came downstairs, everyone was in the kitchen having a late breakfast. "Good morning sunshine," Mom said. "Hi everyone," I said, stretching. Daddy had put my jammies on me and I was still wearing them. The top was unbuttoned partly and everyone could see the tops of my breasts. I felt sexy showing myself that way. I smiled at Daddy. I felt like asking him to fuck me again. I giggled when I thought about it, Daddy fucking me right then and there on the breakfast table. The whole idea just struck me funny. I could see myself up on the table with Daddy on top of me while Mom and Grampa and Grandma watched. Well, I didn't say anything about that idea of course. Instead I said, "Oh, gee, my top is unbuttoned," and I buttoned it back up. "Yes, Elsie, you wouldn't want to go around the house letting us see you with your top unbuttoned," Grandma said. "Of course not Grandma, I would never do anything as naughty as that," I said, in a very serious voice.