My Fifth Story

If you imagine the most uncomfortable feeling of your life and then double it and that was probably close to how I was feeling when I saw my Dad next and to make it worse it was at the family dinner table. He acted normal and I was a wreck. I didn't say anything at dinner time or eat much because I was still feeling sick from what I watched and how it made me feel. It was when I was clearing up after dinner that he spoke to me and he walked up next to me and said, “You did nothing wrong, you watched and I could see you enjoyed it and one day in the future I’d like to watch you.” I was now crapping myself and then added, “I just want to watch you touch yourself” for some reason this calmed me down because I don’t think I could anything else. He looked at me and asked “Are you up for it?” I just nodded and he walked away, I felt that guilty feeling once again but with a smile on my face.

Several weeks went by and he still hadn’t done or asked for it, I started to wonder if he had gone off the idea. Every time I played with myself I imagined how it would happen and it always turned me on just thinking about it. Then one Friday night I was in bed and I heard my parents come home after being at the pub, my sister was out and I was home alone. I heard them go to bed and about an hour went past when I heard him get out of bed and he headed towards my room, my heart was beating so fast when I saw my bedroom door handle open and he walked in. He placed his finger over his mouth and I just nodded at him. He closed the door behind himself and sat on the bed and told me Mum was asleep but we should be quick. He whispered to me “Just let me watch you” and again I nodded to him and pulled back my duvet, I was wearing a T-shirt only in bed. I sat up against my headboard and parted my legs so he could see all of me, he moaned quietly to himself as he looked down at me. I started to play with myself. I was instantly wet and as I slid one finger in he watched and moaned again and then said “That is beautiful to watch”. I carried on for a few minutes before really getting into it and fingered myself much harder he carried watching, licking his lips as I did. I was loving it, it was such a turn on to be pleasing to him and I felt amazing. While sitting there I had this massive urge to be naked. I wanted him  to see all of me, so I pulled my T-shirt off over my head and threw it across my bedroom and he looked at my boobs and told me how wonderful they were. I placed one finger back inside me and with my other hand I just played with my nipple. I could have let go whenever I wanted to but I wanted to make the most of it and held off finishing.

I looked down and could see was really enjoying it also, his boxer shorts were bugling and I looked back up at him and nodded. He then asked me “Do you want me to get it out?” This time I didn’t nod, I closed my eyes, rubbed myself and said in a calm voice “Yes, please”. When I opened them I saw his hand wrapped around his huge cock and he was gently playing with it. This was the first time I’d ever seen a cock and to me it was beautiful, as I said he was semi hard from watching me but when he started to stroke it became fully hard. The thing that got me was his face so happy he was smiling, moaning and trying to hide it all at the same time. I know now he was just in pure ecstasy. The fastest I played, then faster he did and with us both moaning towards each other and when he said “I’m watching you” over and over I sensed he was about to finish. He then whispered to him “Let’s do it together” and we both watched each other finish ourselves off. I was surprised with the amount of cum  he had, it covered him. I recall letting out a yelp because I didn’t know if he was going to stop but once he did he sat looking me up and down and carried on stroking himself until he went soft and it was over. He kissed me on the forehead and told me not to tell anyone. He left and I just rolled over and fell asleep so happy with myself. 

I played with myself so many times thinking about that night, seeing my first ever cock is something no girl ever forgets and again knowing what I know now he was big! You can imagine my disappointment when I started to play with boys my own age and now that I think about it’s probably why I’ve always preferred older men.