Isn’t It Too Big

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by Naomi Penn


  “Let's get you a drink!” Jessy hollered.

  I had never drank alcohol before. I had seen how it affected my sister. She would spend the entire day after a party in bed complaining about how sick she was. I couldn't see the appeal at all. I figured though that if I wanted the same attention my sister got from my step-dad, I needed to do the same dumb things.

  “Let's do it!”

  Jessica led me into the kitchen and grabbed two red cups from a pile stacked by the sink. There was an open bottle of vodka on the countertop and she poured a large measure into each cup.

  “Go easy there!” I warned her.

  “You only live once!” she said, sticking out her tongue at me.

  The vodka was topped with juice and handed to me. I cautiously sipped the drink. It tasted strong and I felt the burn of the alcohol hit my belly. I coughed.

  “Come on, girl! Let's go mingle!”

  Jessy shimmied out of the kitchen. She had an air of confidence that made people take notice of her. When she walked into a room, guys turned to stare and girls flocked to want to talk to her. This was what I needed to emulate. A guy I recognized as Lance from my Historical Literature class approached.

  “Natasha, hey! I've never seen you look so... I've never seen you outside of school before!”

  I smiled.

  “I thought it would be good to do something other than poring over Oscar Wilde!” I joked.

  Lance laughed. It was then that I noticed how good looking he was. He was tall and athletic with longish dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He brushed a stray strand of hair from his face.

  Suddenly I had become very self conscious. I wasn't used to male attention. I downed my drink in one swoop.

  “You want to come out by the pool with me?” beautiful Lance asked.

  “Sure!”

  By the pool there were girls lounging on the sun chairs, despite the fact that it was night time and the sun was long gone. Groups of guys crowded around, vying for their attention. Lance led me to a quieter area, over by the shallow end of the swimming pool. He kicked off his flip-flops and sat at the edge, dangling his feet in the cool blue water.

  “Sit with me!” he said, patting the ground beside him.

  I removed my shoes and sat, dipping my feet into the pool beside his.

  We talked about class. It seemed he was an English major, just like me and he wanted to be a writer some day. I liked that about him and found we had a lot to talk about. I was deeply engrossed in conversation with this guy when he playfully dipped his hand into the pool and splashed me. I yelped feeling the cold wetness hit my upper body. Splashing him back, our water fight continued and soon, looking down I realized that my white shirt was now entirely see through. Lance was staring directly at my breasts, their shape now accentuated by the wet material pressed against my skin.

  “You wanna go upstairs?” he asked, “To get dried off!” he quickly added.

  “Yes, please!”

  Together we stood up and I rushed through the house to the stairs, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I did not need every student at my college to see me in a soaking wet white t-shirt! The second level of the house was quiet and dark. I guessed Lori hadn't wanted people coming up, she only wanted to have to clean one group of rooms tomorrow before her parents returned and that was understandable. In the shadows of the hallway, Lance grabbed me from behind and spun me around. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me. His kiss tasted of beer but was warm and soft. I felt my body melt into his. His hands found their way beneath my shirt and explored my damp skin.

  “Let's get these wet things off of you!” he whispered as we kissed.

  I raised my arms so that the young man could pull my t-shirt over my head. It made a slapping sound as it landed on the wood panelled floor.

  “You need to show off this body more often, Natasha!” he said, “You are so fucking hot!”

  Lance was cupping my tits in his hands and looking at them in awe. With his lower body pressed tightly against mine, I could feel his erection.

  “Take my bra off!” I instructed.

  Lance's hands slid around my body and he unhooked the bra with ease. It seemed like he'd done this a few times before! I allowed the bra to slip down my arms and it too dropped to the floor.

  “They're perfect!” he moaned.

  I was glad he liked them. No guy had ever seen my boobs like this before. His fingers toyed with my nipples, gently pulling and tugging on them. I liked how it felt.

  “Feel my cock?” Lance asked me, “I am so hard for you right now!”

  I hesitated. Did I really want the first time I was ever going to touch a guy's penis to be when I was pinned against a wall, somewhat drunk, upstairs at a college party?

  This hot guy from my class lowered his head in an attempt to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. Just as he was about to reach his target, I roughly shoved him away. I was surprised by the force of my action.

  “I'm sorry, Lance.” I said, covering myself with my hands as best I could, “I can't. I just can't do this.”

  I was saving myself for daddy after all...

  I frantically tried to find my sister after I had left Lance standing alone in the upstairs hallway. I had re-clothed myself in my wet t-shirt and had my bra stuffed into my purse. Everybody here was going to be too drunk by now to even notice what I looked like. Jessicawas found in the living room, sitting atop a guy I had seen on campus before but with whom I didn't share any classes.

  “Jessy!” I called, poking her in the ribs.

  The pretty girl looked away from the man trapped beneath her.

  “What is it, Natasha!?” she asked, clearly frustrated.

  “I need to go home! Come on!”

  “Oh my god, call a cab! I'm busy!”

  Great, my sister was going to make me find my own way home. I stumbled out onto the porch. That large serving of vodka had really gone to my head. Fumbling through my purse, I located my cell phone and called for a cab. It was only going to be a five minute wait and then I'd be home. I couldn't wait. Going to this party was a mistake. I wasn't the drunk college girl type. I was good ol' reliable Natasha.

  It was almost one in the morning when the cab pulled up outside my home. I thanked the driver and handed him a twenty dollar bill from my wallet. Not having any idea how much he had said the fare was, I hoped that this was enough and jumped from the vehicle, only to fall on the ground, grazing both of my knees. The cab driver either didn't notice or didn't care as he drove away. Eventually I made it through the front door and despite my best efforts at being quiet, I caused quite the ruckus. Hearing footsteps coming from upstairs, I hoped desperately that I had woken my mom. I know I had wanted Johnny to notice me but now that I knew what being a naughty girl felt like and it wasn't good, I really did not want to be punished for my mistake.

  The light flickered on in the room.

  “Natasha, I see you've made it home then.” my step-dad said.

  His tone was firm and his arms were crossed over his chest, indicating that he was not pleased one little bit.

  “Yes, Johnny.” I replied, “I'm sorry, I just...”

  “You look absolutely terrible.” he told me, “Why on earth is your shirt all wet and crumpled, and your knees are bleeding?”

  “Well I fell and I'm really sorry. I'll just go to bed, this won't happen again.”

  “No.”

  My step-dad was really mad.

  “Come into the kitchen.” he demanded.

  I followed him. He pulled a chair away from it's spot, tucked neatly under the dining table, and gestured that he sit there. I didn't want to make him even angrier so I did as he requested. Johnny took the first aid kit from the cabinet and knelt on the floor in front of me.

  “We'll need to clean up these knees.” he said, “For a start.”

  I sat on the kitchen chair while Johnny carefully bathed my knees in warm water and antiseptic.

  “Ouch!” I said,
as I felt the stinging sensation through my warm vodka haze.

  “Does that hurt?” my step-dad questioned.

  I nodded.

  He tossed the paper towel he'd been using into the nearby trash can and began to gently massage my upper leg, though just ever so slightly above my knee.

  “Is this taking your mind off of the pain?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  Having him knead my skin felt so good, his hands were so warm and his touch tender.

  “It is unlike you to come home in such a state, Natasha.” he said, “I'm disappointed. I expect it of your sister but I always thought of you as the smarter girl, the one with so much more to offer.”

  “Really?” I said.

  “Of course!”

  Johnny chuckled a little before continuing.

  “Your sister is a nice girl, but she has no substance. She's a pretty girl but all she cares about is getting high, getting drunk, she's going nowhere. You though, you're wonderful. I don't want you to throw everything away and end up a little whore like her.”

  “I won't.” I reassured him, “I mean I haven't.”

  “You're still pure, little girl?”

  “What do you mean pure?”

  “Oh Natasha, I mean... Are you still a virgin?”

  My cheeks flushed a bright shade of red and in the tiniest whisper imaginable a 'yes' escaped from my mouth.

  My step-dad's hands moved further up my legs, ever so gently spreading them open before him.

  “So... No man has ever touched you here then?” he asked, “No man has ever ran his hands up your legs like this?”

  “No.” I responded.

  “Good. I'm your first then.”

  My legs were open as I sat on the chair and my step-dad was kneeling on the floor between them.

  “Nobody has ever touched you here?” he asked, gently placing his hand over my pubic area on top of my shorts.

  “No.” I answered.

  “You must be feeling cold in that damp shirt. Would you like to take it off?”

  “I don't have a bra on.” I told him.

  “You can show me, if you want to.”

  Ever so slowly, I straightened myself up in the seat and removed my shirt.

  “Ah, you're beautiful.” he sighed, “They are beautiful.”

  My step-father reached upwards and held the weight of my breasts in his hands. His touch on my legs had been nice, but this felt absolutely incredible. I moaned a little.

  “Do you like that, sweetie?” he asked me.

  I liked it a lot.

  “Would you like daddy to suck on your nipples? They look so inviting! They're so round and pink!”

  “Yes, Johnny!” I cooed.

  “I want you to call me daddy!”

  Daddy leaned forward and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth. He continued to play with my other tit, massaging it, rolling the nipple between his fingers. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs. My breathing was becoming erratic with anticipation.

  Johnny's hands descended down my body and his digits slid beneath the waistband of my shorts.

  “Do you want daddy to be the first man to ever see your cunt?”

  I loved the way he said the word cunt, it sounded so dirty and I was ready to give it to him.

  “Please be the first, daddy!” I said.

  I lifted myself off my seat just enough so that my step-dad could open my shorts and pull them down. He eased them along my legs towards the floor, holding eye contact with me all of the time. My pink lacy panties were all that were between him and I now.

  “I want these cute panties off too!” he told me, “Take them off for me.”

  I stripped my panties off and there I was – completely nude in front of the man who was married to my mom. My legs were open and his face was level with my wet pussy.

  “What a sexy little pussy you have! Untouched! And it looks like you're already wet, honey!”

  Daddy took me by surprise, diving right in. He buried his face in my sex, sucking my clit into his mouth, licking between my lips and deep inside of me. He was careful not to miss a drop of my juice. My body felt like it was on fire, so good were his oral skills but he would not allow me to cum. Right when he was about to tip me over the edge, he stopped.

  “I want my little girl to have her first orgasm on my dick!” he said.

  Oh my! I was going to get just what I wanted since I had seen him fuck my sister.

  Johnny stood up and undid the tie belt that was around his waist. His bathrobe fell open and he beneath he sported nothing but an impressive erection. He stroked his cock, which was not level with my face, a few times and I felt like sticking out my tongue to taste it.

  “Lie on the table!” he instructed.

  I climbed atop the dining table and daddy pulled me to the edge. He positioned his thick, veiny cock at the entrance to my pussy.

  “Are you ready to take your first ever dick, Natasha?”

  “I'm ready! Give me your dick, daddy!”

  Johnny thrust forward, slowly at first but building speed until my cunt was stretched to capacity around his girth and he had buried his entire length in me.

  He pulled me head up.

  “Look at this!” he said, “Look at your pussy, it's filled with daddy's dick, isn't it?”

  It was the best view I had ever seen!

  “I'm going to fill your fertile young cunt with my cum! Would you like that? Tell me that you want me to cum inside me!”

  “Cum inside of my tight pussy, daddy!”

  I had wondered for long what it would feel like to have a man plant his seed inside of me and the fact that the man in question was daddy was oh so satisfying! Enough to tip me over the edge in fact.

  “I'm going to cum on your dick!” I told him, reaching up and digging my nails into his arms.

  He fucked me so hard that I thought he might drive me right off the table and through the wall. We clung to each other as we came to a breathless climax. I felt his hot jizz exploding deep within me. Over-filling my pussy with the white, sexy goo... I could feel it dripping out of my sex, still gushing from his cock. So much cum! Spraying his seed so far in me... I knew exactly what that meant. No way all that sperm could go in there without something happening...

  He held me momentarily and as he put his robe back on and retreated from the kitchen he placed a finger to his lips, saying, “Our little secret, Natasha.”

  I reverted back to my good girl self the very next day – attending all of my classes, studiously doing my homework every night as opposed to partying, always tucked away in my room. It seemed everything was back on track for me. That was until I missed my period. Alone I went to the health clinic on the college campus and when the school nurse turned to me and announced, “You're pregnant.” I realized maybe I was the naughty sister all along....

  Story 12

  Davis turned right on Baker Street and circled around under the expressway again. Susan let out a long, dry sigh.

  “I just missed the turn. I thought the parking lot was one later. I got it this time.” He turned on International again.

  “I didn’t say anything.” Susan turned and looked out her window from the passenger’s seat.

  “Every road in this city is one way. It’s nuts. We have plenty of time. We’re going to be fine.”

  “I didn’t say anything. I’m just as nervous as you are. Stop snapping at me.”

  He fought his way back to the right lane and stopped at the red light. Davis put his hand over hers on her lap. He felt sweat erupt above his lip under his nose. This was the closest he had come to touching her between her legs.

  They had some hot make-out sessions in her dorm; never his dorm because his roommate had less of a life than Davis and was in there online all the time. She had pulled him up short each time just shy of getting a feel of her breasts over her tee shirt or dress. They were like holy objects that he worshipped from afar.

  She always said if they went
that way, he would go for her breasts right away every time and they would not be able to control themselves. She didn’t necessarily think they should wait until marriage, but she wanted to finish school and establish careers for both of them. Her mom had apparently gotten pregnant with Susan’s brother while she was in college and didn’t finish. Apparently mom let guys go for the breasts and more, Davis thought.

 

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