Natalie Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Natalie Pt. 03

... the dim light in my bedroom. "Just hold it sweetheart and then kiss the end."

I got up and sat on the edge of the bed and held his cock. It was hard, but this time wasn't as dry as before, it was a little tacky. I bent forward and licked the end of his cock, it definitely smelt how I smell when I have touched my self. Was I tasting my mum?

"Open your mouth sweetheart" dad said and as I opened my mouth he leant forward and pushed himself into me. He pulled out a little and then pushed back in, and kept repeating the movement, he was shagging my mouth. "Suck me sweetheart, like it's a lolly and use your tongue on my tip."

It felt as if he was going a little deeper into my mouth each time he pushed in. I sucked, sucked as hard as I could and ran my tongue over the end of his cock. He went so deep I gagged and felt as if I would be sick. Dad held my head, his cock deep in my throat.

'Fight it sweetheart. that feeling goes with practice, soon you will be able to take all of me in your mouth, keep sucking, keep licking."

I had a strong urge to spew but did as I was told, I desperately fought against the urge, and sucked my dad's cock for all I was worth, licking his cock end when I could, tasting him, tasting my mum on him as he taught me how to let him shag my mouth.

"I'm going to cum sweetheart, don't let any spill, it won't hurt it'll go straight down into your tummy." And suddenly my throat was covered, I felt his spurts inside me, I hadn't felt them when he ...

... was in my fanny, but I felt his warm spurts in my mouth, and I swallowed it all, sucking him to try and get every drop, I didn't want mum to find my dads spurts on my bedding when she did the washing.

"Did you get it all sweetheart."

"Yes dad, every bit."

"Good girl, daddy is very proud of you, that is something else you can do when you make your dad hard, I am going to bed now sweetheart. Goodnight baby." He pulled his trousers up, and left, shutting my bedroom door behind him.

I slept fitfully that night, my dreams mixing up my dad and Jase and images of my mum telling me off for getting Jase hard. My night seemed to be full of cocks and balls and a fanny full of dad's stuff, his spurts, his spunk. I was glad when morning came.

My phone jingled, a text message. 'folks out all day, wanna come over?'

I really didn't want to be alone with dad at the moment, and I didn't want mum giving me the third degree on what I had been doing with Jase. 'K. 30 mins, let me shwr xx' I sent back, and rushed to the bathroom shutting and locking the door behind me. I turned the shower up as hot as it would go, and again I removed the shower head and washed myself inside.

I wasn't sure what might happen with Jason, but in case we did get intimate, I wanted to make sure that there was no evidence left of my dad. I was also happy to see that my fanny had returned to what felt like its normal size.

I put on a soft bra, matching panties, and my leather skirt. Well, if things ...