Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  "No! I'm not... not decent." I said.

  "Good. I want to see you 'not decent'. Don't you want that too? You've put all this effort in, don't you want somebody to see you at least? What's the harm in that?"

  When he put it like that, it seemed reasonable. The way he was talking at the moment sounded pretty much unfiltered by etiquette or politeness. At least if I showed him then I could get a truthful opinion about whether I'd done the right things to try to make Ian's night special, or whether I was just a stupid little girl with dumb ideas.

  With a hesitant nod, I let go of my blankets, feeling them instantly begin to slide downwards like a curtain on a stage. I watched John's face like a hawk as he took in the swells of my breasts pushing against the tight white shirt, the bare midriff, and then saw a look of absolute hunger as he saw the skin of my upper thighs between the bottom of my skirt and the top of my knee-socks.

  "Would Ian have liked this?" I asked.

  "Forget about what Ian would have liked," said John. "You look like you were built for sex. Any sane man would like this."

  I felt a surge of triumph and validation and took a deep breath with a hint of a shudder as my grief over Ian relented in the face of John's compliments. My step-father was looking up and down my body, lingering longest at the hem of my skirt. I relaxed and my thighs parted for a moment before I forced myself to remember just who he was and I held them together again.

  John was just doing his best to console me, he was being a good daddy. Despite the way he was looking at me, I had to remember that he was more than just some hot guy in my bedroom, he was my step-father! He was just using an unorthodox strategy to make me feel better because of the unorthodox circumstances. That was all. Surely.

  That idea was put into doubt when he reached out and put his hand on my leg, the very tips of his fingers just slipping under the hem of my skirt and beginning to slide upwards. I reached out and held his wrist.

  "What are... Daddy! You can't do that!"

  John leaned over me, the advancement of his hand halted for the time being, but not retreating either. I pushed my head back into my pillow as he came closer, until his lips were right by my ear.

  "Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do in my own house, Candice? I make the rules here."

  "But it's wrong!"

  "I make the rules," he repeated, pushing harder until I couldn't hold him back anymore.

  A few seconds later I felt his fingertips on my shaven mound through my panties and I saw that he could sense my smoothness too. I was still holding his wrist, but the sensation on my newly-hairless skin was intoxicating, something like a tickle mixed with a faint electric buzz. I pushed against his wrist with a little less force.

  John must have felt the weakening of my resistance, because I saw a calculating smile grow on his face. Between my legs, his fingertips moved downwards from my mound to the top of my slit, gently rubbing my panties against my most sensitive spot.

  If I thought having him stroke my mound was intoxicating, feeling his touch on my clit was absolutely mind-altering. I let out a little moan of pleasure and then clamped my hand over my mouth in embarrassment.

  John smiled and spoke quietly but firmly. "It's OK, Candice. You're allowed to feel good. It's your special night."

  I slowly pulled my hand away from my face as John gently stroked between my legs over and over. Inside I was in absolute turmoil. He was my step-father... but it felt so good... but he was married to my mother... but he said I could have my special night... my perfect night. It was his house and I was allowed to feel good. He said so. I let my legs relax, giving him better access between my thighs, and moaned again as he took advantage of that fact.

  As John continued to rub his finger along my slit through the flimsy material of my panties, I felt my hips begin to buck and sway in time with his movements. It was OK to feel good. I was allowed. Oh my God did it ever feel fantastic! It couldn't have been more than a few minutes of this before I felt my panties begin to get wet from the slippery juices slowly seeping from my pussy.

  My step-father turned and climbed fully onto the bed, moving between my legs as he continued to rub me. Some voice of reason inside my brain was yelling out that I was supposed to stop him, that this wasn't right, but it was somewhere way at the back and getting more distant all the time. More clearly I could still hear John saying that I was allowed to feel good. It was my special night.

  "You ever had your pussy eaten, Candice?" John asked.

  He spoke at the same moment he hooked his fingers over the waistband of my panties, pulling them off my hips, down my smooth mound and upper thighs while I was still processing what he had said. By the time I thought to try and grab at the swiftly departing underwear, they were out of my reach.

  Was he really offering to go down on me? Finding a guy that would do that was like gold dust, apparently. None of my friends had ever had a guy do it for them, but the rumours of how good it was supposed to feel were whispered in hushed and reverent tones in the school halls. But it was one thing for him to rub me through my panties, it was taking it to a whole other level if he was going to eat my pussy.

  “Daddy… what if Mom finds…”

  “Shhh. I already told your mom I was going to do this.”

  “You… did? What did she…”

  “Shhh.”

  John lowered his head to kiss and lick at my inner thighs, making my legs quiver as I rested my head back on the pillow again. The faint prickliness of his stubble framed every kiss and the tingly feeling seemed to bounce back and forth from my pussy to everywhere his lips touched.

  “I don’t know if we sh… oh!”

  My step-father’s tongue slowly slipped inside my pussy, touching me where nobody else had before and the feel of him blew all my protests out of the water. Hard-yet-soft, his tongue seemed to curl at the very tip as he pulled it out, gathering up my juices as it went.

  “Mmmm… virgin pussy,” said John, his hot breath blowing right on my most private place for an instant before his tongue made contact again.

  I felt my pink petals tugged between his lips one after the other, his tongue caressing along the length in that warm and wet sanctuary of his mouth. Never in all my eighteen years had my clit felt so hyper-sensitive. Every move he made down there sent jolt after shiver after spark of excitement zinging around my body.

  My slippery nectar was flowing freely by this point and John lapped up every drop that tried to make good its escape, making noises of appreciation enthusiastic enough to stroke my ego like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It was a strange thing to feel any pride in, but all those confirmations that he was enjoying himself sapped away any strength my self-consciousness might have otherwise had and I found myself letting go of inhibitions, bucking my hips and grinding my pussy against his face. It was getting messy.

  If I thought what he was doing already felt good, I was driven nearly insane when I felt his lips gently pinch my clit and his tongue flick back and forth across it. I didn’t know what to do with myself, my hands wandered up to my breasts, squeezing them before I brought one arm up to my mouth, biting it to hold back a scream of pleasure that would have broken a wine glass.

  It wasn’t enough. I reached out for my other pillow and held it over my face as if I was trying to suffocate myself and screamed like a banshee into the goose down. John’s hands curled around the back of my thighs to hold on to my hips. It was the only way he could keep contact with my pussy, given how much his attention was making me writhe in ecstasy.

  Something was building up inside of me with every flick of his tongue, every tingle of his stubble. I’d had orgasms before, of course, but if this feeling of an impending explosion was anything to go by then the rumours about this holy grail of sex acts were all true.

  John slipped a finger inside my tight entrance, gripping me all the harder with his other arm, and suddenly his tongue seemed to go into overdrive on my clit until each stroke was so fast that
it almost felt like one constant lick. There was no stopping my climax now.

  From behind the safety of my pillow, I had a moment of clarity. Oh my God, Daddy is making me cum. Then all bets were off and I lost the ability to think with English words, reduced to some primal mixture of images and grunts as bliss unlike anything I’d dreamed of existing shook my whole body.

  When I pulled the pillow off my face to gasp in some cool air, I could barely see straight. I wasn’t sure if it was the orgasm, the near auto-asphyxiation or a combination of the two, but coloured flashes were bursting all over my field of vision.

  Through the haze of the slowly fading climax, I saw John climbing back on the bed. I hadn’t even realised he had climbed off in the first place, there was just too much else to think about. I felt like if I tried to stand up my legs would give me a big ‘nope’ and I’d crash to the ground.

  Something was different about John, though. He was naked, and sporting the biggest, hardest, straightest, most perfect cock I’d seen, in or out of porn. He was back between my legs before I could even remember how to speak, held captivated by the sight of it.

  A voice in my head was saying something. Words. I furrowed my brow, wishing it would shut up. All I wanted to do was bask in the glory of that incredible thing that was sticking out from John. It spoke to that low-level part of my brain that didn’t give a fuck about words, the part that had really woken up in me over the past few months.

  All I knew was that this… this thing was something to worship, something that didn’t want prayers, didn’t want tithes, didn’t want monuments built in its honour. No. All it wanted was for me to be a good little girl and spread my pussy.

  My fingertips were at either side of my slit, pulling myself as wide as I could, with John gripping his shaft halfway down and pointing it at the core of my womanhood when I regained my ability to understand the reasoning of that higher part of my brain.

  Stop him! It will never fit! Look at it!

  “W-wait, Daddy! I don’t think I can take it…”

  “That’s not gonna stop us from trying, you sexy little fuck toy.”

  “But, D…”

  John leaned over and cut off my protests with a deep kiss, his tongue probing and twirling deep. It took me a moment to realise that he was making me taste myself, my own pussy.

  After the briefest moment of shock I had to admit I didn’t taste half-bad, but even the flavour of my virgin pussy couldn’t distract me from the huge cock currently being rubbed along the length of my slit, getting good and slippery as it smeared my natural lubricants around like a paint brush. When John placed the very tip of his manhood at my entrance and began easing forwards, the rational part of my brain spoke up even louder and I tried to push him away, but he was too strong.

  I couldn’t speak because of the kiss, I didn’t have the strength to push him away in this crazy post-life-changing-orgasm world, and that magnificent cock of his still demanded its worship from my animal brain, demanded my pussy juices keep flowing, demanded I be good and wet for it. My body seemed to think it was a better idea to listen to that voice rather than the one that would have made perfect sense in a calmer situation.

  When I felt my pussy lips stretched to their limits and I still didn’t even had the head of his cock inside me, the voice in my head took a smug tone for a moment before being drowned out by my grunts of effort as John pushed forward relentlessly. I was just about to scream for him to stop, kiss or not, when I felt my lips slip over the bumpy ridge.

  John reached up with one hand into the hair on the back of my head and grabbed a firm fistful as he leaned on to that side so he could knead my breast through my shirt with his other hand. He had such a tight grip of my hair that I couldn’t move my head at all.

  All I could do was stare into his eyes as I tried to accommodate him, as I tried to comprehend the impossibility of feeling my step-father’s hard dick knocking on the door of my virginity. John paused for a moment and there was a single second of complete silence before, with a look of utter satisfaction, he thrust himself forward through my hymen and our bodies met with a resounding slap.

  I squealed, drowning out the echo of our bodies coming together, and my first instinct was to try to escape the burning sensation between my legs. John had full control of me though, with his grip on my hair and my shoulder he held me in place, forcing me to bear his masculine presence inside of me until the fire died down a little.

  The searing sensation of fullness was unlike anything I’d felt before. Inserting one finger as far as my hymen was a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean of girth John had just inflicted on my inexperienced and unprotected depths. Unprotected? Oh… shit.

  “Daddy! You don’t have a condom on!”

  “Damn right. The last thing I want is a piece of fucking rubber between my cock and your little pussy.”

  “But… I’m not on the pill! You can’t…”

  “There you go again, Candice. You think you can tell me what’s going to happen here?” he asked.

  “Um… but…”

  “But nothing. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget all about condoms.”

  “But… will you, you know… pull out? So I don’t get pregnant?”

  “No. If you do, you do. That’s the risk you take. I’ve waited long enough to cum inside you, so that’s what’s gonna happen.”

  John kissed me again, just as I was about to reach out and grab the condom to show him it was right here. Surely he would put one on if it was right here.

  Then he began sawing his cock in and out of me and he was right, it did drive all thought of condoms out of my mind. That fire blazed brighter than ever as my room was filled with my yelps, John’s grunts of satisfaction, and all against the backdrop of a constant clapping sound every time our bodies met at the end of each stroke.

  “Ow! Oh! Ow! Daddy, it hurts!” I hissed through nearly-clenched teeth.

  John only gripped me harder and I heard the cadence of the clapping sound increase as he pounded into me at breakneck speed. Under my shirt I could feel my tits shaking with every thrust, my nipples rubbing against the material as my step-father whispered the most depraved things imaginable into my ear. What was a ‘cumbucket’ anyway?

  The pain between my legs grew into a sun-like inferno as John used me and then… changed. I went silent for a moment, with what I was sure was a ‘eureka’ expression growing on my face, and then started squealing again for entirely different reasons than before.

  It was still fire down there, but a fire that burned with a pleasurable heat and the occasional crackle of ecstasy sparks. I began bucking my hips up to meet him, grinding against him when I could and feeling the reward of that much more pleasure.

  John was saying something in my ear, but I couldn’t hear him over my own moaning. He raised his head over me so he was looking right in my eyes again and gave my head a little shake via the grip he still had on my hair.

  “Say ‘I’m your little fucktoy, Daddy’,” he said.

  “I’m… I’m… y-your… uhn… little… f-fuck t-toy, Daddy!” I stammered out between body-shaking thrusts and the blissful sensations traversing from my clit to my very extremities.

  My pussy began squeezing down on his shaft as I felt my second orgasm being unavoidably built up to bursting point and John grunted in response, his own facial expressions seeming to indicate that he was getting close too. He looked at me one more time.

  “Say, ‘cum inside me’.”

  “C-cum inside m-me.”

  “Again.”

  “Cum inside me.”

  “Again.”

  “Cum inside me!”

  “Don’t stop.”

  “Cuminsidemecuminsidemecuminsideme!”

  I yelled the words over and over as John buried his face in the pillow next to my head and put a burst of energy into his fucking so intense that I was no longer sure I was even saying the right words. My whole world was nothing but a huge cock poundin
g my inexperienced teen depths and I was loving it.

  When John groaned by my ear and I felt that hot splash of cum inside me, there was no holding back my second climax, and my own vocalisations easily drowned out his. I had nothing to compare it to, but even in the midst of my orgasm I couldn’t believe how much semen he was filling me up with. Spurt after spurt jetted against the walls of my punished vagina, my cervix, and the heat seemed to spread throughout my body.

  I wrapped my legs around him in my buzzing bliss, pulling him as deeply into me as I could, and felt the very tip of his cock, almost gently, kiss my cum-coated cervix. It was the perfect romantic end to sex so much harder than I’d ever imagined.

  John stayed inside me as we caught our breath, his hands slowly roaming over my body as if caressing a work of art. Everywhere his fingertips touched seemed to make me tingle, and I shivered deliciously.

  “Thank you for my special night, Daddy,” I said.

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