The one thing I hated the most about school was sitting through a boring class. I sat through Biology and tried to get the rest of the day over with but it was always so hard to pay attention. I kept thinking about a weird conversation I had with Daddy. He was asking me about my cunny and how sweet it would taste with syrup. I took it that maybe he was a little drunk the night before and didn’t think much of it. When he brought the subject up again before school, this morning and tried to kiss me, I kicked him in the balls and ran for the door. Now, that I was in class I keep thinking about what he was asking me and I didn’t know how to respond. The bell was ringing and it was time to go home. What would happen if he tried to kiss me again or asked one of those weird questions again? Unlocking the door, I sat my back pack on the counter top and grabbed a bowl to eat some cereal. That had to be my favorite snack. Crunching away and playing music on my iPod I sat down and started flipping through magazines that were sitting on the table.
I noticed a notepad sticking out with my name on it so, I read the lettering. It was my dad’s handwriting .Curiosity got the best of me and I read the paper. It listed all the times he thought of fucking me. My cheeks became red and I think I must have wanted to spill my cereal right there on the floor! Fuck my dad ? I heard the back door unlock and my dad walked in.Like a person who got their hand stuck in the cookie jar, I sat there with the notepad in my hand sort of dumbfounded. In red ink were the words “I am going to have teen phone sex with Briona!” I couldn’t believe dad had been thinking like this and wanted an explanation. Coming over to me, Dad had one hand on his crotch and the other hand was reaching for me. I tried to get out of the chair pretty quickly but I couldn’t. Pushing my hand towards his nightstick , was making me blush. I tried pulling away, but I couldn’t and my eyes grew at how hard Dad’s night stick was getting.
Cut out the normal bullshit of how you are supposed to feel, I wanted that stick in my hand and to grab the meaty part and pull on it. To taste the cum drips that were at the base! My dad seemed to know what I wanted because he was pulling down his pants, Pulling me forward I felt the urge of his tip pulsating and guided it further in my mouth. I tasted the warm mound of pre cum and wanted more. My head began to bob up and down and I swirled the tip end of Dad while he moaned. Looking down at me he pulled my head further into him causing me to gag. As dad was fucking my mouth I noticed his hands pinching my nipples and I wanted more! I wanted to feel the powerful gauge of his stick against my cunny. I saw Dad’s eyes rolling and his grip tightened on my hair.I felt the salt of his cum moisten my lips with his need to release more. This was going to be so much fun I thought, The first face cum sucking session with Daddy and I knew there was going to be a lot more to come!
