Back downstairs I placed myself on the large leather arm chair directly facing the TV. I hooked my legs one over each arm of the chair and brought the rolling pin up to my mouth and spat on it. I tentatively licked the strawberry condom, and then went down on the rolling pin taking as much of it into my mouth as I could fit ‘til I gagged – all the time wishing it was a real fully grown stiff penis between my lips. I lowered it between my thighs and felt the texture of the condom against my pussy and on the opening of my vagina.
I tried to push it into me and it would hardly move – too wide to easily fit in. With one hand holding the rolling pin, I used the second hand to tease at my clit and lips and rub more saliva on me to help ease the thickness of the wooden shaft inside me. My pussy felt stretched like never before as I worked the length of the rolling pin inside me – it hurt just a little. The pain was nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure of the thickness filling me up inside. I felt ready to burst with such satisfaction as I started to move the rolling pin in and out of me a little.
It was such a tight fit inside me it wasn’t easy to slide up and down, I was enjoying just wriggling it deep inside me. I picked up the toothbrush with my spare hand and placed it turned on buzzing right on top of my clit. I couldn’t hold myself back any more and I let out a deep moan of pleasure and satisfaction as I came hard. My whole body shaking once again and my pussy releasing sweet cum juice which trickled down my thighs.
I rested my head back against the sofa with my eyes closed feeling the last few waves of orgasm bolt through me. I heard a car door slam in the street and a jolt of reality broke through the haze of sexual pleasure. How loud had I been? With the low white-noise buzzing of the toothbrush it was easy to get carried away, what time was it? I looked up at the clock, and was startled that it was only 5 minutes to 6pm, and checked out the curtains down the street. Sure enough like clockwork my father’s car was pulled up and parked in a space down the street.
My Dad himself was chatting to the neighbour who was still in his garden trimming his plants. A level of panic rose up inside me, as I raced to the TV switching the channel over and quickly pushing the eject button on the VHS player – ramming the illicit tape into my school bag. I quickly dropped the toothbrush and the pussy-juice and condom covered rolling pin into my school bag as well.
I was hastily doing up the buttons on my school skirt when I heard his key in the lock. Panicked I quickly scanned the room for anything incriminatory, anything that might indicate I had done something other than spend the afternoon watching cartoons. All clear, except – shit – my discarded knickers. I swiftly shoved them into my bag as my dad swept into the house straight into the front room and flopped down onto the arm chair, which, moments before, I had been pleasuring myself on.
‘Evening Hunny’ He smiled, and looked me up and down. Taking in my flushed and startled expression, and the unkempt nature of my school clothes he raised an eyebrow, ‘Good day at school?’
‘Alright…’ I mumbled and started edging to the door for a swift exit.
‘Are you sure? You look a little ruffled. Stressful day was it?’ and he pulled me over towards him in a big fatherly bear hug.
As he held me my senses seemed heightened. I could feel the draft under my skirt breezing across on my bare arse cheeks. My sensitive nipples stiffened up again with the feel of his warm hard body pushed against mine. He gave me one final hard squeeze and let go of me.
‘As long as you’re alright then Hun, now we don’t want to have your old man worrying about you do we?’ He stated.
‘No Dad,’ I responded automatically, trying not to meet his eye as I said it. My body felt charged in his presence in a way I can’t explain and I felt a little uneasy by it all. Embarrassed by the way my body was reacting. “I’m going to have a shower’ I said, looking for an excuse to leave. ‘Can I use the power-shower in your ensuite bathroom?”
“If you want,” he replied as I rushed past him and out of the living room and up the stairs grabbing my school bag.
The End
This is all that actually happened in real life. I nearly got caught after I got carried away experimenting, and I rushed off to shower myself clean. Of course I could always carry this on and write a second part which is truly fiction…