Johnna Chronical

At 6

Twice I caught a glimpse of her standing at the bathroom door, watching me pee. I thought of doing a better job of closing the door, but my wife said it’s better to be open with her and indulge her curiosity. The next time, I told her to come in and stand next to me at the toilet. She watched my penis intently as I peed, then seemed to be satisfied and walked out.

After that I would often find her sitting on the edge of the tub or the bathroom bench when I got out of the shower. I let her watch while I dried off or peed or whatever.

At 7

She came in as I started to pee. “Can I touch it?” I let her. Made her wash her hands after she had poked it a couple of times and lifted it up. It became natural for her to walk in if I hadn’t shut the door. She got used to being able to touch it or lift it or turn it to the left or right, up and down. I let her point it into the toilet when I peed a couple of times. “Wash your hands.” I reminded her. Her curiosity seemed satisfied and she quit appearing after my showers quite so often.

At 8

“My friend’s dad sticks it in her mom and pees in her.”

“He’s not peeing in her.”

“Yes he is.”

“Ask your mother.”

At 9

My wife informed me Johnna had started masturbating.

At 10

She was back, often, watching me. She never touched it, she seemed puzzled. Then I forgot one day and stepped out of the shower with an erection. She was sitting on the edge of the toilet cover, her eyes almost bugging out of her head as she watched it intently. She reached out to touch it but I turned away and wrapped a towel around me. “You can’t touch it when it’s like that.” She shrugged, very disappointed.

Johnna was masturbating in her room very often now.

We were watching TV in the family room. “Why does it get stiff?” she asked. I looked at her mother, who just nodded at me in reassurance. She would tell Johnna all about it.

“I want to see it get stiff” she said to me the next week.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s private.”

At 11

I thought I was alone in the house. I let myself start masturbating, stretched out on the bed. Spread my legs wide. Groaning, I had it in my hand hard and throbbing. I looked up and Johnna was in the doorway. Quickly, I rolled over and pulled the sheet over me, but she had seen it. I had thought she was at the store with her mother. When I looked back Johnna was gone.

A week later. “Come here.” I called from the bathroom. Her mom was gone. I had a hard on.

Johnna came in and stood there as I turned and showed her my erect penis. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. I stroked it, pulled on it, turned it left and right and pointed it as it stuck up straight. I let her watch it hard and jerking. I made sure she saw it that way for a long time. “Satisfied?” She just nodded without a word, but I could tell she was . I shooed her out of the bathroom and shut the door.

A few days later she was there after my shower. As I dried off, I wasn’t very surprised that my penis began to get hard. She watched as it grew. Her eyes were wide. I stepped up close to her as she sat on the edge of the tub. “Damn it!” I told myself, but …

“Go ahead,” I said. She knew exactly what I meant and her hand flew out and grabbed it. She pulled it, slid her fingers along it, squeezed it, testing how hard it was. I let her explore it, feel my balls, touch it everywhere, run her finger over the stretched skin of my glans and over the slit in its tip. “Damn it,” I thought again. Her hand felt so good. Finally, she seemed to have seen everything, felt everything. I indicated she should leave the bathroom.

Later, I just walked into her room. Her hand was between her thighs. She just froze. “Show me, please.” Yes, goddamn it. I said it. After a long hesitation she opened her legs. Her panties were bunched up in the crack of her pussy. “Can you pull them down?”  She did and I looked at her naked crotch as she lay on her single bed. Soft pink, swelling taco. Fine tufts of translucent hair over it. I imagined if she touched it now it would explode, gush, spurt juice. I stood over her. I just had my boxers on and my t-shirt. She looked up at me … trusting, expectant. I pulled down the boxers and let my penis spring out. “Watch” I whispered.

I stared at her naked pussy and she stared at my penis. I jacked it. Masturbated it. Jerked it. Kept jerking it as she watched every movement of my hand. I knelt on the edge of mattress next to her and jacked, pointing it at her pretty pussy. “Keep watching!” I said. She held her legs open and stared intently at my crotch. I masturbated for several minutes. Then:  “Watch  me … NOW!” I groaned. The first spurt shot out and landed on her pink bedspread in the “V” space between her legs. She gasped. A sharp intake of her breath. The next one was harder and shot toward her pussy, only to land on her thigh and the bedspread again. Then a spurting string that landed across both her thighs. Shorter spurts that walked back from her legs and landed on the edge of the bedspread, and some drips pooling under my penis, between my knees resting on her mattress. She was barely breathing at all. I let her watch it all ooze out. Then I pulled my boxers up and left her room.

At 12

Sundays became our day for it. Afternoons. We’ve gotten good at “doing it” together. We sit together on the back porch couch. I let her unzip me and pull it out, it is usually hard in anticipation. As she slides her hand along it I’ll reach over and tug her shorts and panties off and fold them neatly over the arm of the couch. I toy with her pussy and slip a finger inside it. She has gotten so expert at masturbating me. My wife doesn’t mind at all, sometimes she’ll join us.

Once her mom and I fucked out there while Johnna masturbated beside us. That was beautiful.

In winter or when we stay indoors, we get naked in the afternoon. Johnna leans up against her headboard and I straddle the mattress. I slide up close and our legs cross each other’s so that my penis is only inches from her pussy. I masturbate her and she masturbates me. She doesn’t only stare at my cock now, she tends to look into my eyes as I finger-fuck her and stare back. She slides her hands up and down my shaft until I start to cum, then she’ll hold it against her pussy. I usually squirt my cum right into the fuzz surrounding her little clit. Sometimes we’ll lay next to each other on her mom’s and my bed and I will suck her budding little titties and finger her while she jacks me off. We usually remember to grab a towel and lay on it so that we don’t mess up the sheets and blankets.

My wife made us promise … no fucking Johnna yet.

But we all three know it’s just a matter of time.