It wasn’t as big as the dildos but that didn’t bother me, it was the first real one I’d seen in person. I watched as he stroked, feeling myself get wetter and wetter, he didn’t hear me even as I slid my knickers to the floor and started rubbing my fingers along my already-soaked folds.
Did I feel bad that it was my stepdad I was watching? A little, but then he was wanking to a video of me so that made us evens. He certainly wasn’t going to tell Mum. The look on his face when he finally noticed me in the doorway was a picture, a look of pure terror which quickly changed as I peeled my dress off and he saw my naked body.
I had no idea how far I wanted this to go, but what I did want was a good look at his cock. I changed position at one point, my face inches from it as his hand stroked it towards me. Danny seemed content with my pussy inches from his face too, and I suddenly had an urge for this cock, a real-life cock, to cum all over my face. Just thinking about it set me off I squirted over Danny’s face.
The look on his face again when I told him it was his turn was one I’d wished I’d taken a picture of. He’d stood above me, looking pleadingly up at him, cupping my tits at first and sticking out my tongue. As he got closer to cumming I rubbed myself, the anticipation of feeling his real cum on my face had me panting, and as he splashed his surprisingly warm cum over me, my body let go and I came again.
It’s been nearly a month since and neither of us has mentioned it. I think Danny has gone to speak to me a couple of times, but then either Mum has been there, or he’s changed his mind about talking to me. What they don’t know is when I hear them having sex now I use the dildos to re-enact them, plunging a dildo deep into my arse and then using the ejaculating one to cover my face as I hear Danny grunt loudly.
Deep down, I know it’s not enough. I want to see Danny’s cock again and have been trying to work out the perfect scenario. Tonight might well be it. They’d been out for drinks and when they got back home, Mum was stumbling like mad, laughing loudly but slurring her words. Danny told me he’d have to go and put her to bed, and asked if I was staying up. I told him no, I’d only been waiting for them to get back before going up myself. He nodded okay awkwardly like he’d hoped I’d have said yes.
I gave it thirty minutes, then tiptoed around to their room. In struggling to get Mum into bed, Danny had left the bedroom door open halfway. The light from the landing lit up the room a little, enough to see Danny lying on his side, facing towards the door. The bed sheets only covered his bottom half. I took a deep breath, got down on all fours and crept into the room. Each movement seemed like an earthquake as my hands and knees touched the floor. I looked over Danny, seeing my mum asleep, facing the other way, her knickers pulled awkwardly between her legs where she’d been moving. Maybe her loud snoring was drowning out my movements.
I pulled the sheet slowly off Danny’s side, down over his boxer shorts, and then slowly lifted it and placed it behind him. He stirred a little but was still asleep. I stared at the bulge in the front of his quite tight boxers, remembering what it looked like when I caught him masturbating to my video. I felt my knickers getting damp and wished I’d taken them and my bra off before coming in here, however, they were my excuse for saying I’d been looking for something.
Looking behind him, I could see the shape of his balls between his legs, and I traced a finger lightly over them. Danny moaned softly but didn’t move. Pulling his boxers down would be awkward, but I saw there was an opening in the front luckily. I pulled it open with one hand and very slowly fished his cock out into the open. I knelt quietly, staring at it resting on my hand, dipped my head and lightly kissed the very tip. It jerked as my mouth touched it, and seeing Danny not woken, I stroked him softly against my chin.
He moaned a little louder, then rolled a little so he was lying half on his back. I froze, thinking he’d woken up, but still, his eyes were closed. I kept altering my gaze between his stiffening cock and his face, now screwed up in pleasure, and I wondered what he was dreaming about as he mumbled something.
Danny rolled again, now flat on his back. This was the moment of truth, what I’d come in for, it was time for my first taste of cock, the first real cock in my mouth. Holding his cock steady at the base, I dipped my head down and took the first few inches in. Danny groaned, lifting his arse off the bed a little, but still slept. His cock felt and tasted good, and I lapped up his pre-cum as it oozed from the tip.
I altered my angle by standing and crouching over him, and allowing myself to watch his face as I sucked his cock, working my tongue along the shaft. His groans got a little louder, my mouth worked him quicker, and my grip on his cock got tighter. Now I realised something else, getting him to cum on my face was going to prove tricky like this. The first couple of spurts might do so, the rest was going to be wasted and probably dribble down his shaft. That would be too much evidence for the morning.
Quickly I made a decision, I couldn’t have him waking to a pool of dried cum. I still had no idea how he hadn’t awoken as I worked his shaft quicker and quicker. I felt his hips jerking up towards me more, knowing he was getting close. I took him deep into my mouth a few more times and then sticking my tongue right by the tip, wanked him furiously. As I saw his cock twitch, I quickly dipped my head down, enveloping his shaft again.
Spurt after spurt flooded my throat, catching me by surprise, and almost making me gag, but I knew I had to keep my mouth clamped on him and swallow it down. When he’d finished I cleaned the last remnants from his shaft and carefully placed it back into his boxer shorts, and slowly and quietly tiptoed back to my room. An hour later I finally went to sleep after seeing to myself with my dildos, making myself cum several times recalling the experience.
I’d woken the next morning and was sitting eating breakfast when Danny came into the kitchen. He smiled awkwardly, then put some bread in the toaster. He wouldn’t turn and look at me.
“How’s mum?” I asked.
“She’s still fast asleep,” he mumbled.
“Are you okay?” I asked him, “You look troubled?”
“Yeah, fine, I just had a very weird dream last night,” he explained.
“About anything or anyone interesting?” I giggled
He buttered his toast and told me he was going to eat it upstairs. As he left I giggled to myself again, he had definitely been asleep all the way through it.
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