A/N: Natasha's lust for her father's cum leads her to a strange bedfellow. Please read Chapter 1 first.
It was morning. Sunshine danced across the floor of my bedroom as I stood before the full-length mirror. The ultra-cool girls at school called me 'Toothpick' but for the first day of my life, I didn't care. I stood there, naked, and ran my fingers lightly over my body. My eyes were puffy from a night of fitful sleeping but I was strangely relaxed. I saw a little crooked smile on my lips in the mirror.
I stood there dreamily, letting the events of last night wash over my memory and my body like gentle lapping waves. In one fell swoop I felt like I had crossed some invisible line between nerdy underdeveloped high school student to sexually-advanced vixen. I knew it wasn't that easy, but I savoured the thought for awhile.
I had finally satiated my weird, newly-developed obsession for tasting sperm. From overhearing a few giggled words in the locker room to hungrily gathering cum from the shower walls to finally being offered a man's fresh, hot sperm in the mouth of a sexy woman.
The dreaminess faded suddenly when I realised that the sperm had come from my dad's cock. Okay, it wasn't like I hadn't known, but for some reason the thought jarred my senses. I was sure he didn't suspect a thing, but for some reason it all felt pretty damned weird.
I sighed and started getting dressed. I had never thought about my dad in 'that' way. Sure, he had fallen off the pedestal and become a mere mortal man. But my obsession about tasting his hot cum had now peaked. I had to let it rest now or it would get out of hand. This was crazy talk that just wouldn't fly.
I heard them in the kitchen downstairs, clanging about with plates and cups. I didn't really want to go down there, but I decided that since the show, however fun and sexy and fulfilling it had been, was now over, I might as well face it.
My dad and his new girlfriend Janet were sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking coffee. Janet saw me coming first and she winked and smiled at me, giving me one of those conspiratorial looks that women share. It was my first such look, so I smiled. Then my dad noticed me.
"Hi, squirt!" He was beaming and in a fantastic mood. From what he went through last night, I could understand why. I wondered how he would act if he knew about ALL the things that happened. I pushed the thought out of my head.
"Does he actually call you 'squirt'?!" Janet looked at me and back to my dad. He just shrugged happily.
"I've always called her that..."
"She's 18 years old and a lovely young woman, Cameron." scolded Janet.
"I don't mind," I added. "It beats 'toothpick'... that's what the ultra-girls at school call me.'
They both responded simultaneously.
"Really?!"
"I didn't know that..." said my dad in a quiet voice.
"Kate Moss is a toothpick. Whitney Houston is a toothpick. Believe me, you're no toothpick, Natasha. I mean, look at her breasts..." Janet's words made my spirits soar. She had called me a 'young woman' and defended my nickname. My dad looked up, as per reflex, to look at my breasts... until he realized what he was doing. At which point he went red in the face and stared into his coffee.
"Okay, okay, sorry, Natasha."
"Don't worry about it, Dad." I walked past and punched him jovially on the shoulder, as I headed over to the musli on the counter. It was my turn to be in a great mood.
I sat down with them at the table and studied them over my bowl. Janet was gorgeous. No doubt about it. Everything I ever dreamed I wanted to be. Sexy, flirtatious, self-confident. Flashbacks suddenly blitzed my brain... Janet grabbing my head and kissing me, filling my mouth with my dad's hot sperm... the sight of her slamming onto his cock... Janet holding my head and pulling my face into her pussy, feeding me more cum mixed with her own juices...
Now it was my turn to go red in the face. So many images. So graphic. I choked on a piece of dried banana in my musli.
"You okay, Natasha?" asked my dad.
"Yep."
I looked at my dad. My whole life he had been just a dad. A cool dad, a caring dad, but just a dad. We grew close after my mom dropped off the face of the earth, but we never talked about intimate stuff. But now I viewed him in a different way. Weeks of watching him jack off in the shower and secretly gathering up his cum like a junkie, seeing him fucking Janet and then last night...
If only he knew. He looked different today. Vulnerable and innocent. Usually that was me in those shoes, but now it was him. Those qualities made him seem really.... well, sexy. He wasn't wearing a shirt at the table, and his toned, tanned body was no longer a dad-body. It was a man-body. Fuck. I had to get these crazy thoughts out of my head.
"Well, I'd better get to work." he said before downing the last of his coffee. "You want a ride home?"
Janet shook her head. "Nah. I'll hang out here, if that's okay. Natasha and I can talk about girlie things."
My dad looked relieved and he smiled. He knew that the lack of a female influence wasn't optimal for a young girl's development and felt a bit guilty about his own shyness when it came to talking about intimate things.
"Great! I'm glad you two like each other."
He kissed me on the forehead and Janet got his tongue. He left for work. It was silent for a while as Janet and I sat at the table. Me with the musli and her with her coffee.
"Well, you got to taste it, didn't you? Hot, I mean. And fresh..."
I nodded dumbly. Not knowing what to say.
"Well, come on girl! Tell me! Did you like it?" She winked and smiled.
I had decided to drop the whole affair, but her smile made me smile, too.
"Yeah. It was great..."
"You're fucking right it was great! God, it was such a turn on!"
"For you, too?" I was surprised. I could see, last night, that she enjoyed it, but did it really turn her on?
"Are you crazy? I was so hot, Natasha. Shit, even now, sitting here, my pussy and nipples are still swollen. I'm like a cat in heat!" She laughed.
I glanced quickly at her nipples and they were, sure enough, jutting out from under the delicate white silk of her short kimono. I felt my own bullet-like nipples swell beneath my t-shirt and felt a touch of moisture form deep down in my jeans. I swallowed hard.
"Why did it turn YOU on?"
Janet shrugged casually. "Dunno. I guess all that about you wanting so bad to taste cum and me making it happen for you. Helping you realize your womanhood and all that. And, shit, not to mention all that about your dad not knowing... Really kinky..."
"Do you... uh... really see me as a lovely young woman?" I pronounced those three gorgeous words like I had just learned some exotic language.
"Of course, darling." She looked at me and smiled and then he eyes narrowed and looked at me appraisingly. It kinda made me feel uncomfortable.
"What?"
"I'm just thinking that you could use a makeover. Not so much makeup, but a new hairstyle and definitely some new clothes."
"I don't know what to buy. I mean, I look at the ultra-girls at school and see what they have on but I still don't know..."
"Fuck the ultra-girls."
Even the way she said fuck and shit was cool and sexy.
"Wait here." Janet got up and ran upstairs. I watched her go. Her little silk kimono didn't hide much and I saw her ass as she bounced up the stairs.
She came down with her own clothes. A little summer dress and some sandals.
"Try these on. We're about the same size."
That sounded cool. I took the dress and shoes and headed upstairs.
"Just change here, silly! The girls are home alone!"
Despite the kinky stuff last night, I was self-conscious. Besides, those flashbacks kept hitting me hard. Kissing Janet. Licking Janet's pussy. Those were things I had never dreamed about. I didn't like girls that way... or so I thought.
"Don't be shy, Natasha."
"It's just that... um... last night..."
"You're not a lesbian. Is that what you're thinking?"
I nodded sheepishly. She made me feel sheepish for thinking it.
Janet came over and put her hands on my face and looked at me tenderly.
"I know what you're thinking, but don't worry. It's just sex. And sex has no boundaries. You kissed me, right?" I nodded. "You licked my pussy, right?" I nodded again. "I'm not a lesbian and neither are you. We're just two people who find each other attractive and who find your father attractive. That's it. Got it?" She winked and I smiled and nodded as she continued.
"You and I could lick each other to the most amazing orgasms right here, all alone, on the kitchen floor and we STILL wouldn't be lesbians."
She looked at me a long time and I could feel the tension in the air. Like she was considering doing exactly what she said. But then she broke the tension.
"Come on them, try on those clothes." With a wink she went over to the kitchen counter and lit a cigarette. She turned and leaned against the counter, arms crossed, smoking. It made her kimono ride up and I could see hints of her pussy... her shaved pussy from last night. I cleared my throat and busied myself with changing clothes.
My t-shirt came off first. As I tossed it on the back of a chair, Janet said, "Rule number one from now on. No t-shirts... unless they are really tiny and tight. Got it?"
"Got it."