Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  I shook my head to clear it. That was crazy talk. Wyatt was no Johnny-Come-Lately in our lives, he was pretty much the only father I had ever known, he’d been involved in every part of my upbringing and I not-so-secretly idolised him.

  Despite my best efforts, the idea seemed to take seed in my mind and I felt all fluttery in my belly whenever I let myself look at him for too long. I excused myself to go for a walk along one of the trails through the forest, thinking that all I needed was some fresh air to breathe some sense into me.

  Well, just before lunch I was leaning against a tree, my pants around my ankles and my legs bent enough for me to get my fingers to my eager pussy again. By the time I was done, I had rivulets of my own juices running down my inner thighs and some light scratches on my back from the rough bark.

  I basked in yet another self-induced afterglow, squeezing my own breasts and alternately imagining it was Wyatt or Blake’s hands on me. Those thoughts of Wyatt were so unspeakably forbidden that I couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment, despite how hot they made me.

  The walk back to the campsite was made on shaky legs and things didn’t get any better for me from there. My sleep that night was interrupted no less than four times by dreams of getting fucked so hard that it felt like the hard thrusts shook me awake and I had to finish myself off before I could get any more shuteye.

  In the morning when Wyatt was taking his blood sample, I was biting my bottom lip trying to stop myself from begging him to shove his cock as far down my throat as he could. I’d never even touched a hard dick before, aside from what I felt of Blake through our clothes, but my mind was begging me to do Wyatt any favours I could if only he would pop my cherry and put a huge, huge, load of sperm deep inside me. I was losing it.

  Later on, while the three of us were fishing from a log at the side of the lake, we spotted a kayak with a couple people slowly paddling towards us. I was practically shaking with need by this point. I’d had my girly pink fishing pole planted between my legs and I was doing my best to discreetly rub against it, hoping and praying that my parents wouldn’t notice when their precious little angle came like a slut on the Christmas present they’d given me a couple years ago.

  When the kayakers came closer I saw that it was a man and a woman. He was at the back, she was in front and heavily pregnant. They hailed us cheerfully and I was caught off guard by the surge of overwhelming jealousy I felt for her.

  She’s going to have a baby! How come she gets to be pregnant and I don’t! It’s not fair! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh, I’d be a better fuck for her husband, my pussy would be a thousand times tighter! Grrrrrr!

  “Maddie?” my mom prompted.

  I shook my head and saw that everybody was looking at me.

  “Say hi,” my mom urged.

  “Oh. Sorry. Hi. Daydreaming there I think.”

  My parents made small talk with the couple, who turned out to be newlyweds on their honeymoon hoping their firstborn wouldn’t arrive before they finished their little trip. I concentrated on the guy, Malcolm, and managed to catch his eye.

  After a glance to the left at everybody else, I parted my legs just enough to make sure he could see all the way up to what was no doubt my see-through-wet white panties and silently mouthed ‘fuck me’ as clearly as I could.

  Malcolm looked around nervously and gulped. I saw his wife cast a fleeting look in my direction and quickly assumed a more modest pose. My heart leapt when my mom invited the two of them to camp with us for the day.

  “Oh, no we couldn’t impose,” said the young mother-to-be.

  “It might be nice to break up the journey a bit, you know, so you can get your rest,” suggested Malcolm, his eyes darting between his wife and me.

  “No, no, I’m fine. We’ve got a schedule to keep, lazybones,” she laughed. “It was so nice to meet you all, anyway. We’ll get out of your hair now.”

  I hoped I said a polite goodbye, the truth was that all I could hear was the booming of my heart in my ears and my mind screaming in wordless frustration. Malcolm cast one longing look over his shoulder as they paddled away and then they were too distant to make out such details.

  That night as I tossed and turned in my section of the tent, assaulted one after the other by countless depraved fantasies, I found myself sucking on the wet fingers of one hand while touching myself with the others, then swapping them around. I tasted good, if I did say so myself.

  The next thing I knew, I heard the zip to my parents’ section, followed by a little rustling of the canvas and then the zip to my section. My breath caught in my throat, had I been moaning? Loudly? I waited, my face blushing furiously in the darkness, for what was sure to be a humiliating talk with my mother.

  “Hey, princess.”

  “Uh, hi.”

  I was slightly taken aback by the sound of Wyatt’s voice and hurriedly pulled my hand out of my pyjama bottoms when I realised I still had one finger hooked into my virgin tunnel. My brow furrowed when I heard him shuffling inside and zipping us in together.

  Wyatt laid himself down alongside me and almost instantly I could smell that wonderful manly, musky, cologne of his, that scent that was so him. I took a breath to ask him what he was doing, and instead ended up just inhaling that smell deeply and pursing my lips when a jolt of pleasure that shot from between my legs to my belly, where it glowed all warm and fuzzy.

  My step-father put his arm casually over my stomach, as he propped his head up on his other hand. “You’ve been acting kinda funny lately, wouldn’t you say, Madeline?”

  All I could think was that a real live man was touching me, I could feel his heat through my pyjama top, maybe even on a little bit of my bare navel where there was a gap between it and the bottoms. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I felt like hyperventilating, but I still struggled to keep myself in check. This was Wyatt, this was daddy, not some random guy, not Blake. I couldn’t do this, I couldn’t even think this.

  Get a hold of yourself, Maddie!

  “Hmm? Oh… uh… I don’t k now. City girl trapped in the wilderness? Or something?”

  “I’ve got something to confess,” said Wyatt.

  His hand moved around a little, accidently pushing my pyjama top up enough so that his entire palm was now flat on my bare stomach. My skin was all tingly where he touched, halfway between a tickle and an orgasm. I squirmed a little when I felt a trickle of pussy juice leak out of my slit.

  “Uh… I’m not a priest. Can it wait until morning? I really need it to wait until morning. Please?”

  “No. It’s about those pills you’ve been taking.”

  “W-what about them?”

  I felt his fingers slip under my pyjama top and move to the bottom of my rib cage. This was going too far, this couldn’t be a mistake… could it? I should have been pushing his hand away, but I was too embarrassed to make a big deal about something when he might not even be aware of the effect he was having on me. Plus, holy sweet fuck did it feel good to have him touch my bare skin. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Some places more than others.

  “They’re not multi-vitamins,” he said.

  “What are they?”

  “It’s a fertility drug.”

  “What?” I asked, incredulously.

  “That’s right, princess.” Wyatt leaned in close and I could feel his hot breath on my ear as he spoke. “It’s not even on the market. One of the guys I work with developed it and he let me have some after that last ‘bring your kid to work day’.”

  “But… why?”

  Wyatt’s fingers were perilously close to one heaving breast under my pyjama top now. My nipples were so hard that they hurt with every breath that made them rub against the soft material.

  “He saw how fucking hot you were and how I looked at you.”

  I gasped at that. Wyatt had once grounded me for using that word, it was insane to hear it come from his lips now, never mind in this context. In the same breath, I felt a wave of pride wash over me. The se
xiest man on the planet, the nicest, the best one, was almost groping my tit and he thought I was hot.

  “I said you were an under-sexed little tease and he told me he had something that could fix that, make you perfect. Well, he didn’t need to ask me twice, and that’s what you are now, princess. Perfect.”

  “This is wrong, Daddy,” I whispered half-heartedly, terrified he would agree and come to his senses.

  “I don’t care. You were born to be fucked as hard as I can fuck you, Maddie. You. Are. Mine.”

  His hand closed the last inch and squeezed my firm teen breast, ending with a pinch of my nipple that sparked another electric jolt of ecstasy between my legs. I gasped and squirmed under his touch.

  “You want to know a secret?” he asked.

  I couldn’t answer, instead I turned my head nuzzling against his rough masculine stubble, seeking his mouth. Wyatt kissed me harder than I’d ever been kissed in my life, like he was going to devour me right there.

  My mouth was forced wide open and our tongues danced. I wondered if he could taste any of my sweet nectar that I’d been so enamoured with a few short minutes ago. When our lips parted I was positively panting, and he continued as if I’d answered his question in the affirmative.

  “I have it on good authority that, at this point in time, there is no girl in the entire world as fertile as you. The guy at work said you’d practically get pregnant if I looked at you sideways, but that’s nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you. I’ve been saving up a big load for you, Maddie. You’re going to cum so hard when you take it.”

  “P-pregnant?” I stuttered, breathlessly.

  “Oh yes.” Wyatt moved his hand to my other breast and I felt myself arching my back to push myself into his cupped palm more firmly.

  “Can’t,” I protested weakly.

  “Oh really? Well, tell me what you think of condoms.”

  I pictured the god awful little piece of rubber in my mind and felt my nose screw up in disgust. Although it would have been difficult for him to see me in the darkness, I heard him chuckle quietly.

  “Exactly. And tell me what you think of this.”

  Wyatt’s hand moved away from my breast and I pouted, but only for a moment because he took my hand, fingers still slick from my interrupted masturbation, and placed it on the huge bulge at the front of his boxers.

  “Oh fuuuuuuuck,” I whispered, feeling a shockwave of pleasure push me to the edge of orgasm without anything even touching my sensitive clit.

  “You want that don’t you, little girl? You want to be Daddy’s little slut, don’t you?”

  My fingers explored the length, the girth, of that work of art he was hiding in his boxers. I’d never felt anything like it, never felt anything that I wanted so badly.

  “Mmmmmm.” It wasn’t a yes or a no, it was sexual desperation.

  Wyatt reached up and took a fistful of my hair, making me face him directly. “Tell me, Maddie. Say it.”

  I squeezed that glorious cock hard, and squeezed my eyes shut just as tightly for a moment before looking at him in defeat.

  “I… I want to be your little… slut, Daddy,” I said.

  “Oh fuck yes you do. First you’re gonna do something for me though.”

  Wyatt pushed himself up to his knees and I felt his boxers tugged down under my hand. Before I knew what was happening, I had my fingers wrapped most of the way around a hard throbbing cock.

  I gave it a few experimental strokes while my step-father practically tore my pyjama bottoms from my body. There was no telling where they went in the dim light, but he didn’t give me any time to think about that, instead shifting position again so that we were in a kind of sideways sixty-nine arrangement.

  “What about Mom?” I asked, seeing the big hard dick only inches from my face and knowing my mother was only a few feet away.

  “When I told her tonight was the night she said to have fun and took a sleeping pill. She’s out until morning. She knows exactly what’s going on.”

  I tried to wrap my mind around the idea that my mom both knew and was somehow OK with this, but Wyatt reached out and curled his hand around my hip, pulling me on top of him in one smooth motion. One second I was on my back, with my head on my pillow, the next I was draped over my step-father with his head between my legs and mine nuzzling his cock.

  His stubble tickled my inner thighs, tantalisingly close to my most private place, and made my legs quiver with anticipation. I felt his hot breath on my sex at the same moment he grabbed me by the hair again with one hand, while using the other to direct his cock at my lips.

  I opened my mouth as much out of surprise as to accept him inside me and felt that fat piece of manhood slide over my lips and tongue to a snug fit. With a few tentative swirls of my tongue I explored the head of his cock, feeling all around that bumpy ridge, and I was rewarded with a sigh of satisfaction from Wyatt that puffed out on my pussy and made me quiver all over again.

  “Good girl, Maddie, suck that cock good and I’ll fuck you just the way you need it, I’ll get you pregnant, I promise.”

  As much as was possible with such a specimen in my mouth, I smiled happily and sucked like he said. My cheeks pulled in around the sides of his shaft and I began bobbing my head like I’d seen on a naughty video at a friend’s house one time.

  Wyatt groaned in ecstasy and let go of my head, his hands sliding from my shoulders, along my back and finally coming to rest on my bare ass, which he grabbed tightly and then spanked hard.

  Smack!

  I squealed around his cock and then moaned on it as he rubbed what I was sure would be a fiery hand-print on one cheek. He kissed first one inner thigh, and then the other before pecking his way the last couple of inches and giving me my first delicate kiss on my virgin pussy.

  With one long lick, his tongue traced the length of my slit, starting with my little go-button and delving into my tunnel to lap up my juices. Judging by the sounds he made, he enjoyed them even more than I did.

  He pushed up with his hips to meet my bobbing motions each time, filling my mouth with his masculine presence and sending me in a jet-powered car across the salt-flats to the cliff of orgasm with his masterful tongue.

  I felt my sex practically gushing for him, producing my natural lubricants almost as fast as he could lap them up as he started thrusting even harder, fucking my face. When he turned his attentions solely to my clit and flicked his tongue there, letting my juices flow over his face like he was standing under the fountain of youth, there was no choice in holding myself back. My daddy was going to make me cum harder than I could have dreamed possible.

  Every muscle in my body clenched and then fluttered with thrumming bliss, and I felt my thighs clamp down on his head as he teased every last iota of pleasure out of my clit with his tongue like a master. I lost track of which way was up or down, my whole world was nothing but cock in my mouth and ecstasy between my legs.

  In the midst of my climax, Wyatt wrapped one arm around the small of my back and pushed down on the back of my head with his other hand while thrusting hard with his cock. There was nowhere else for it to go, it forced its way into my throat and my air supply was cut off at a time when I needed it most.

  I couldn’t see it, but I could feel my face going red with the pressure of needing to breathe and somehow it only seemed to intensify my pleasure. My step-father had a firm grip on me, there was nowhere to go, and he was intent on shoving as much cock into me as he could.

  My chin was pressed hard against his pelvis and my nose was right over his balls as he continued to flick that tongue over my hyper-sensitive clit. I felt tears of effort streaming from my eyes when he finally relented and pulled himself out of my mouth.

  I coughed and gasped, feeling like I’d just run up a mountain as Wyatt rolled me to the side. I wasn’t halfway to catching my breath before he was between my legs.

  In the shadowy light I could see that thick cock looming over me intimidatingly, and Wyatt lean
ed forward, putting his hand on my neck. Keeping a firm grip there, he let his other hand roam up one leg and then over each of my breasts through my pyjama top.

  “You. Are. Mine.” He repeated.

  “Yes, Daddy, all yours. I want your babies!”

  “Good girl, Madeline.”

  His hand left my neck and with one firm motion he gripped each side of my pyjama top and tore it apart, sending the buttons flying. Wyatt lowered his mouth to each of my nipples, kneading and sucking on them with urgency.

  Without any conscious thought, I cradled his head against my chest, holding him against me and let my other hand roam over his muscular body. He was truly chiselled and I slowly squirmed and inched downwards as if my pussy was seeking out his cock of its own accord.

  Wyatt sat up again and took that hard rod in his hand, pushing his powerful weapon in the direction of my completely inexperienced slit. I gasped when the fat tip touch my virginal petals, it just had this sense of power and weight to it, and I felt so delicate in comparison.

  Outweighing any apprehension, though, I wanted it inside me. I wanted him to use all his strength to force it in, to take me, claim me like in my dreams the past few nights. I wanted…

  “Fuck me like a slut, Daddy,” I said, spreading my legs even further, offering up to him the most prized possession I had.

  Wyatt let out a breathy growl and pushed the tip of his cock, so slippery from my own natural lubricants, at my tight opening. I sucked air in through my teeth and my hands flew to the blanket under me, holding on for dear life.

  He kept pushing and pushing, and my pussy was slowly stretched out over his girth, feeling more taut than I would have dreamed was possible. I let out that previously sucked-in breath in the form of a little squealing grunt as tears welled up in my eyes again for the second time in only a few minutes.

  “Ow! Owowowowow, Daddy! It hurts… keep going! I need it, I need it all! Ow!”

  I felt the tip of his cock meet the token resistance of my hymen at the same moment as my eager but unpractised pussy lips accepted that bumpy ridge my tongue had explored earlier. A sheen of sweat stood out on my forehead as I let out a sigh of relief, which was suddenly transformed into a yelp as Wyatt held on to my shoulders and drove the remaining length of his huge dick into me all at once, popping my cherry at full power.