Natasha Needs to Taste Pt. 04

This is part four although I understand if that's confusing. The 'series' started with the5erotic.senses_taste – a part of a series on the five senses. I liked the story and continued with The Continuing Taste Adventure and then Natasha Needs to Taste. And then this one, number four. The series just kind of grew into a series. It has an organic quality and Natasha doesn't seem to be quite finished so what can one do but continue?

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It was the most glorious wake up call I could imagine. Opening my eyes from a long series of the most erotic dreams I had ever experienced to see my dad on his knees between my legs with his gorgeous cock buried deep in my slick cunt. He was fucking me slow and deep and smiled at me when he saw me wake up.

Janet, his girlfriend and my sexual mentor lay with her head on my stomach watching every thrust of his slick cock disappear inside of me, moaning in encouragement, mumbling sleepily, 'fuck your baby's hole... yeah... nice and slow... get in deep... fuck, yeah...'

For a long moment I doubted I was really awake, but the sensation of having my father's cock inside of me was too intense, too real, too fantastic. Somewhere in the distance I could feel the dull, sore throbbing in my cunt from the sex the night before but it only added somehow to the glorious feeling of waking up with a cock inside of me. His cock. My father's cock. The cock that had started it all. Back when I would spy on him jacking it in the shower and I would run in to lick his cum off the shower walls after he had gone.

Janet now noticed that I was awake and she turned to smile at me, giving me the most delicious good morning kiss. She lay down beside me and caressed my tits as we watched my dad thrusting into me. She whispered hoarsely, sexily, into my ear.

'You're not dreaming, Natasha. It's happening. It happened. All that planning and preparation and it happened. Look up at him. See your dad fucking you...'

'I see him...'

'Feel that cock inside you?'

'Fuck, yeah, Janet...'

'Your first cock. You'll always love it. You'll never forget it. Especially not when it's your dad's cock.'

My eyes were on my dad's. We stared at each other as he fucked me with long, piercing strokes, pulling his cock almost all the way before sliding it steadily back into my welcoming fuckhole.

I had been worried that he would regret the events of the night before when we woke. Fucking your hard, fatherly cock up into your daughter's tight, slick hole was not an everyday occurrence, nor was a daughter's obsession with her dad's hot cum, but it sure didn't seem like he regretted a thing now.

I lay there soaking up every sleepy sensation as Janet rolled my nipples between her fingers with one hand and languidly ran her fingers on the other over her cunt lips as she watched him fucking me. It was glorious.

What a difference a day makes. I could sense the difference in every nerve ending in my body and every faculty in my tingling brain. As my dad fucked me, the events of the night before starting playing across my mind. The journey from dorky-skinny-nerd to womanhood was complete. What began as an obsession to taste my father's sperm had culminated in the living room only hours prior and was continuing now on his bed. A circle was complete. And I was no longer a virgin. He had pierced that bastion and he had made me into a woman.

And he was piercing me now. I heard him start to grunt louder and his calm, loving smile faded as his need to cum took over his brain.

'He's going to cum, Natasha... he needs to cum... see his face? He needs it bad. His cock is fucking his babygirl and her cunt is sucking his long cock and it's going to make him cum...'

Janet sure knew how to talk dirty. Her words never failed to have an effect on my dad and on me. My dad's eyes narrowed as she spoke. He was concentrating on the electric sensations on his cock. His lips parted, he started panting, his hips started thrusting harder into me. Thanks to Janet's lessons, I knew how to talk dirty, too...

'Fuck me, daddy... fuck my hole... cum for me, daddy...' I knew he couldn't resist those words. No father could when they came from a cum-obsessed, horny daughter.

'Come on, daddy... fuck me...'

His grunting grew louder as he fucked me hard without rhythm. A long moan bordering on a scream starting building and he looked down to watch his cock blur in and out of my cunt. He was gorgeous. He was a real man, I thought to myself... until I, too, started getting carried away at the sight of my dad's increasing arousal and impending orgasm.

'Remember she needs to taste it... your baby has to taste it...' Janet knew all to well the importance of my obsession.

'Yeah, daddy, let me taste it... pleeeease?'

That did it. That's all he needed to hear. His body froze except for his hand which flew down to grab the base of his cock, pull it out of my cunt and hold it hard and firm in mid-air as I scurried to get up on my hands and knees to position myself in front of his cock. Without ceremony, he pointed his swollen cockhead at my open mouth and shoved it in. My lips had hardly closed around his thick head and shaft when his hot cum exploded on my tongue and forced me to swallow hard and fast.

And that did it for me. That's all I needed to taste. Janet's mouth sucking suddenly and intensely on my cunthole from behind certainly helped, but when you are obsessed about cum, your dad's cum, and you are lucky enough to suck that cum right from the source, that's all you need. My scream was muffled on his shaft as an abrupt and electric orgasm washed over me. I swallowed my dad's cum dutifully and forced my ass back onto Janet's face, egging her on.

Gradually both my dad and I felt our respective orgasms fade and we both collapsed on the bed next to an amazed and impressed Janet. My dad looked over at me and smiled as he said:

'Morning, baby...'

'Morning, daddy-o...'

'I bet you didn't even save any cum for me...' Janet feigned indignation.

'Sorry, Janet... next time...'

'Typical. Make her into a woman and this is the thanks you get...'

I laughed and crawled up to kiss her passionately, letting her taste the remnants of my dad's cum on my tongue. My dad watched dreamily, still stunned at the developments.

Yeah, what a difference a day makes. Things changed radically around the house after that but they curiously remained the same. Fucking and sucking and licking became commonplace occurrences. Our appetites for sex had reached new heights and we were in a constant state of arousal for most of the summer. Janet and I would fuck if we were home alone, just as dad and I would fuck if Janet was out. And, of course, the three of us more often than not ended up in hot, passionate threesomes in every room of the house. We would often wake up in my dad's bed and fuck ourselves awake. It was a glorious summer. A glorious sexual awakening. I learned so much and experienced so much more.

More importantly, I had non-stop access to hot, salty-sweet cum direct from the source.

I must admit that my passion for cum was stronger than ever and my dad didn't disappoint me in keeping the supply coming. There came a point, however, where I wondered where I was heading. Wondering what was next. I had developed an obsession and I could now satiate it on a daily basis. I feared that I had peaked early.

Don't get me wrong. I was having the time of my life. But I started getting itchy for more. More what? I didn't know. To be honest, I felt horrible about it. Janet and my dad had given me so much and the mere thought of 'more' felt like betrayal.

A week or so passed – constant fucking and sucking and cum-eating as usual – but I was feeling horrible without really knowing why.

One afternoon, Dad and Janet were out for the day and I relished the thought of hanging out in the backyard in the summer sun and wrapping my head around my thoughts.

The temperature was in the 30's and the sun was merciless. I positioned the sprinkler next to the lounger on the lawn. I fetched sun tan lotion, cold drinks and my MP3 player and crashed out wearing the transparent white bikini, which Janet had bought for me.

I smeared on the lotion and lay back to enjoy the cool water sprinkle over me, tingling my nerve endings. Glorious. This was just what I needed.

My journey from cum-obsessed daughter to sex-crazed, cum-obsessed young woman had come full circle. My quest to suck cum out of my father's cock and have him fuck my eager, young cunt had been accomplished. Sure, the sex was still amazing and showed no signs of abating but I started to wonder what the next goal was.

My thoughts vanished in an instant when I heard a sound over by the back fence. It was odd since our backyard was surrounded by a high wooden fence and tall trees, offering perfect privacy. I squinted in the sunlight towards the back fence but couldn't see anything.

I knew that a family lived in the house on the other side but I had only seen them a couple of times since their house was on the next street. Husband, wife and son, I seemed to recall but I didn't know anything about them. The high fence prohibited any interaction with these neighbours. But I was sure I had heard something... Nah, nevermind.

I settled back in the lounger again and drifted off into thought. Until the sound was heard again above the spraying of the water. The sound of scraping on wood. I stood up and looked over at the fence, looking for clues as to what the sound was. There were some trees and bushes and the fence behind them. I walked over to the edge of the lawn to look into the shaded area amongst the flora.

I couldn't see anything at first and was about to turn back to the lounger when I saw what looked like a hole in the wooden fence. I peered at it and it looked like there was a man-made hole in the planks, about the diameter of a coffee mug. It looked like it had just been sawed but what did I know about carpentry.

It was odd but I didn't think much of it, heading back to lie on the lounger. It dawned slowly on me... I still had a lot to learn... I put on my sunglasses and looked over at the hole in the shadows. I froze when I saw what looked like an eye peering through the fence. Peering at me.

My first thought was fear but I slowly realised that someone on the other side of the fence was watching me sunbathe. And... maybe even getting off on it. Ah, yes, the power that women possess. Janet had been trying to get that into my head. Gradually the whole idea of some man – I assumed it was a man – watching me started to turn me on. The last thing I needed was to think about sex when my mind was swimming in guilty thoughts of betrayal and neglect. But I couldn't help myself. My new-found self-confidence was getting the better of me.

I was pretty sure that because of my sunglasses, the person hadn't noticed me noticing them. I made a bold decision. I decided to have a little fun. I stood up and demonstratively checked the angle of the sun and moved the lounger into another position as if adjusting it for maximum sunshine. I had moved it around so that my feet were pointing at the hole in the fence. I lay back again and feigned a relaxing stretch.

I could still see an eye peering through the hole. At least I was pretty sure. I wondered if I was imagining it but thought 'what the hell'. Let's have some fun anyway.

I started tracing my fingers over my nipples and then gradually, teasingly, started massaging my breasts, pulling my bikini top down, exposing my nipples and rolling them between my fingers. I pulled my legs up and spread my thighs, knowing that if someone was watching they would be staring right between my legs at my sheer, white bikini with the g-string disappearing up the crack of my ass.

I was playing, of course, but it was a turn on no end. I teased myself down my stomach and slipped my fingers under the elastic of the bikini bottoms, quivering as my fingers made contact with my clit and slick, soft slit. I gasped involuntarily and started to masturbate. I kept looking over at the hole in the fence... the very thought of being watched started to send me down the wonderful road to orgasm.

With one hand I pulled the fabric to one side, exposing my cunt. With my other hand I intensified those familiar motions that would ensure that I came and came hard. I resisted closing my eyes and kept them focused on the fence. I was sure that was an eye I saw. Yes... I convinced myself that it was and that sent thrills and chills through my body. I started fucking my hips up to meet my fingers and I heard myself moaning. I bit my lip to stop myself from making too much noise and in record time I was cumming, feeling my hot cuntjuice run through my fingers. I threw my head back and muffled a scream until the sensation subsided.

When I looked back at the fence, the eye was gone. I lay there catching my breath before getting up and wandering over to the fence to see if I was imagining the whole thing.

I stopped hesitantly a couple of metres away. Silence. Then I moved closer to the hole until I was very close. It was dark on the other side and there was no movement or sound. I was about to turn back to the lounger and forget the whole thing when I heard a hoarse voice from the other side.

'You little cocktease... you like to tease, don't you...'

'Who's that?' My voice was small and hesitant.

'I'm the cock you tease... I know what goes on over there... I watch it. I can see you fucking all the time, you little cocktease...'

It was scary, no doubt about that. I swallowed hard. What did he see? What did he know?

'You've been watching me?'

'Yeah. You like to fuck... I can see that. I can smell it all the way over here... and you like to suck cock, don't you.'

The word 'cock' was pronounced sharp. Like the crack of a whip.

'Yeah...' No use lying. I did. Fear and arousal. There was silence. I wondered if was still there.

Suddenly something was thrust through the hole. A cock. His cock. It was a stunning moment. Fear and loathing coupled with desire and obsession. A cock was strutting rudely through a hole in the fence before me. The only thing attached to it was a hoarse voice. But a cock it was, nonetheless. Only the second cock I had seen in my young life. Not as beautiful as my dad's but just as hard and even longer, thicker, angrier.

And if I knew one thing for sure, there was hot cum boiling in those hairy balls. My obsession was welling up within me. All reason was fading. Cock. Cum. Taste. Wasn't that my raison d'etre? Wasn't that where all this had begun?

All these thoughts – conflicting and compelling – flew through my head in a fraction of time. Before I could get the better of myself, I saw myself scooting forward in the dirt, squatting with spread legs, placing my hands flat on the wooden fence and moving my head towards the cock. My lips parting, my tongue extending, wet with saliva and hot with expectation. It was happening.

The cock bobbed on every pulse of blood and I had to catch the monstrous head in my mouth, taming it with my tongue. A gurgling moan was heard from the other side as I sucked the cockhead into my mouth. It tasted different, more sweaty, more musky, more filthy somehow. Like that mattered. It was a cock and I, Natasha, was inhaling it hungrily, eager for the reward of cum. Hot cum. A stranger's cum. But cum all the same. And that is all that mattered.

I eased my head forward, stretching my mouth wide, until I felt it nudge the back of my throat. The cock was thrust forward by unseen hips, forcing it's way farther down my throat. I had been practicing so despite the length and girth, I welcomed it into my throat, closing my lips around it when my nose ended up buried in thick, curly pubic hair. My nostrils flared, sucking in air, as I let the cock feel my mouth and throat around it. Tight and hot. Like a cunt.

The moaning continued in a long, monotone rumble. I started to bob my head back and forth along the cock's impressive shaft. Wanting less to please this stranger than to encourage him to feed me his cum.

Bracing myself with one hand on the fence, I let the other hand glide down between my legs to rub my clit in tight, hard circles. No finesse, just pure, raw stimulation.

I kept up a hard, sucking vacuum with my mouth, not letting up as I bobbed up and down. There was no foreplay. Just intensity. The cock knew that and it was fucked hard and fast into my mouth. We found a rhythm quickly and easily, this stranger and I.

When the moans changed to a higher pitch, I knew. I knew too well. My fingers flew around my clit, stopping to pinch it hard a few times, such was my eagerness, desperation, obsession.

'Cum, cock, cum'. I willed it in my thoughts and when it suddenly froze and starting twitching, I sucked harder and bobbed less.

There. I knew it. That sensation when the first dribbles of precum are forced out on the building pressure. That instant 'bang' of taste on my tongue. Then that fraction of a second where nothing happens, followed by the eruption. The sudden, violent shooting, oozing, spurting of cum. Rising from the balls, flying up the shaft and landing squarely on my tongue. When you love sucking cum from a cock you know that in these seconds your full attention is focused on the event. Focused on all the sensations; the feel, the taste, the smell but also focused on getting it all into your mouth. There are few moments in life where everything is so concentrated and intense.

The stranger had been saving up. His load of cum was impressive. More than I had experienced before. In the intensity of those concentrated seconds I managed to note that the taste was different. This was a revelation. Did cum taste different depending on the man? That fascinated me. This cum was more tangy, more bitter, more salty. My throat swallowed it per reflex and gradually the cock started to relax, as did the man on the other side. I saved a little mouthful and used his cum to lubricate his cock as I started gentle, bobbing movements up and down his shaft, bringing him down slowly.

I let his cock slip out of my mouth and watched it deflate, coming to a rest on the rough edge of the newly-sawed hole. Suddenly and unceremoniously, a hand appeared and pulled the cock back through the hole. I heard the faint sound of a zipper and then silence. I waited a moment but he was gone. Leaving me squatting in the flower bed, legs spread, cunt wet, breathing laboured. I felt a dribble of cum run down my chin. I dutifully scooped it up and sucked my finger clean. Savouring the taste and aroma of this foreign cum.

I was aroused, no doubt about it, but I felt used, somehow. I couldn't put my finger on it. I stood up and went back to the lounger pondering what had just happened. Was it infidelity? Should I feel guilty? I did. A little. But the overwhelming emotion was arousal. I looked down at my body, sweat was dripping down my breasts and stomach. My flimsy bikini bottoms were wet with my cuntjuice, the sharp, tangy taste of the stranger's cum coated my tongue.

I glanced up at the house. Dad and Janet weren't home yet. It would be quick, I knew that much. My fingers glided down over my tits and between my legs. When I need to cum quick and hard, two hands is the only way. I stared over at the hole in the fence, almost hidden in the shadows, as I fingered my hard clit to a violent, intense orgasm.

Later that day Janet and I made dinner. I wanted so bad to tell her about my experience. She was my mentor after all. But I hesitated. Maybe she would be jealous or angry that I was unfaithful to my dad. I decided to keep it to myself.

Sex was on the menu after dinner, as ever. And while it was delicious, my mind was elsewhere. Although when my dad was ready to cum, I focused hard on his orgasm, letting him shoot it into my mouth. Savouring the taste as always but now comparing it. I only had two reference points and I was curious. Definitely. It tasted different. Fantastic but different.