Taking Innocence - 12 Erotic Tales of Lost Innocence

by Jade K. Scott

  She turned around and put her arms around me, her breasts pressing against my upper abdomen. I bent down and kissed her, the water from the shower pouring over our faces. Her lips were wet and softer than ever.

  I put my arms around her waist and lifted her. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and the head of my dick pushed against her opening. My hands wrapped over her buttocks and squeezed them, pushing her hips against me until my cock slipped inside her.

  She began to bounce up and down, and I pushed her hips against me with my hands. My cock skidded in and out of her pussy like it was rubber, as her pussy juices were being washed away by the shower. Her breasts bounced against my skin, and I felt her stiff little nipples against my chest. Her arms squeezed my neck tightly, and she continued to bounce, my dick sliding in and out of her again and again.

  “I’m cumming Daddy!” she whispered, and I felt her cunt begin to throb.

  I backed her against the wall of the shower and pounded her pussy ferociously. I slammed into her so hard, my balls slapped against her ass. I could hear the slapping and slurping as my wet balls smacked against her dripping butt. I could feel pressure begin to build, and before long, I could feel the pulsating sensation of my cock shooting cum deep inside her tiny pussy.

  Her legs relaxed, and I held her as her feet dropped to the floor. I could tell her knees were wobbly, because she could barely stand. I had to support her for a few moments before she could stand on her own.

  “I’m so exhausted,” she breathed.

  “Me, too. Let’s go to bed.”

  “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she told me. “I need to finish my shower.

  I headed to bed to wait for her, and I fell asleep before she even made it into the bedroom.

  Chapter Three

  I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was three in the morning. Jessica was asleep beside me, and I watched her breathing. Her little breasts moved slowly up and down under her nightgown, and I couldn’t resist touching them. Very carefully, trying not to disturb her sleeping, I slid her nightgown up as much as I could and slipped my hand up inside. I fondled each one and felt the joy of her tiny pink nipple stiffening in my palm.

  I could see her panties – little cotton ones with pink and white stripes. Her mound rose temptingly underneath it. I cupped her mound in my hand, wanting so much to touch her little pussy. But I didn’t want to disturb her peaceful sleep.

  She stirred restlessly, and I moved my hand away. She flipped over mostly onto her stomach. Her little ass stuck toward me temptingly. I waited a moment for her to fall back asleep, and I gently placed my hand on one of her smooth little butt cheeks. I lifted her panties out of the way and squeezed one cheek lightly. God, I wanted to fuck her so badly. My cock was so hard it began to ache. It was all I could do to keep myself from tearing her panties away and fucking her then and there.

  Becoming bolder, I slipped my finger gently underneath the leg band of her panties and slid it inside her pussy lips. I could feel a slight dampness there, and I poked my finger inside her hole. Carefully, I slid my finger in and out, finger fucking her as she slept. Her little ass was so round and beautiful, I wanted to smack it gently and watch it jiggle.

  I bent my head down and sniffed her crotch. It smelled sweet and slightly musky. Pulling her panties away, I poked my tongue between her lips and slid it back over her asshole. It puckered slightly at the touch, and I wondered if she could feel it in her sleep. She seemed to like it, so I flicked my tongue rapidly over it. Her hips began to rock slightly, and I slipped my tongue inside it. I felt it begin to pulse rapidly, and she moaned softly.

  I couldn’t take it. My cock had swelled so large I felt it might burst. If I didn’t fuck her soon, I thought it might. I knew there was some lubricant in the drawer of my nightstand, and I fumbled in the faint light and found it. I slathered it liberally on my cock, and then, pulling her panties to the side, I pushed the head of my dick against her puckering asshole.

  She woke up, and asked, “What are you doing?”

  I pushed my hard cock against her asshole, and I slipped my hand up her nightgown and grabbed her breast and squeezed it until a sharp breath of discomfort escaped her lips.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I growled.

  I shoved with all my might, and I heard her squeal as my dick jammed deep into her plump little ass. She struggled to pull away, but I held her firmly. My cock slid in and out of her tight little butt, and she bit her lip and tried to suppress her squeaks of pain.

  “It hurts,” she gasped, gripping my wrist. Her hips still tried to pull away.

  “No, it feels gooooood,” I groaned, pumping her ass mercilessly. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, Daddy,” she croaked. “If it feels… ow… good to you… OW! Oh, God, it really hurts!”

  I slipped my left arm underneath her and gripped her right breast, and my right hand went down to touch her juicy pussy. It was incredibly wet, as my dick pumped in and out of her vice grip butt, I began to fuck her with my fingers. My middle finger slipped in an out of her soaking wet pussy, and she began to moan softly, forgetting the pain of her ripping asshole.

  My slippery fingers began to swirl around and around her swollen clit as I continued to thrust my dick as deeply into her tight ass as I could manage. My cock was being gripped firmly, and every single inch of it was being stimulated by the intense tightness around it.

  “Oh, God, Daddy,” she moaned. “Spank me!”

  She didn’t need to ask me twice. My right hand smacked her little butt cheek and I could see it jiggle pleasantly in the light that filtered through the curtains from the street lamp outside. Her own hand reached down and began to finger her clit.

  “Harder,” she whispered.

  I smacked her ass a little harder, and it jiggled like gelatin.

  “Harder, Daddy!” she begged. “Please spank me hard!”

  My hand cracked down on her ass so hard she cried out, and a I could see a red hand print swelling on it even in the dim light.

  “Yes!” she gasped. “That’s it! Spank me!”

  I brought my hand down on her ass in rapid fire succession.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  Harder and faster I spanked her. I could feel her asshole quivering as she rubbed her clit rapidly. My dick plunged deep inside her butt, and I could feel the cum swelling in my balls.

  “Oh, God,” I groaned. “Daddy’s going to cum!”

  “Cum, Daddy!” she shrieked! “Fill my ass with your hot cum!”

  “Arrrrrrrghhhh!” I moaned loudly, my dick pulsating and throbbing as cum shot deep inside her.

  “Ohhhhh, Daddy!” she purred, as her entire body trembled with orgasm.

  I pulled my cock out of her ass, and I spread her butt cheeks and looked at the glorious sight. Her little hole was throbbing rapidly. It was bright red and swollen from the merciless pounding I’d given it, and a thick, white blob of cum oozed out and dripped lazily down her ass cheek. The other cheek was puffed up and red from the spanking she’d received.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she purred. “I like it when you spank me!”

  “I like it, too,” I admitted.

  “Do you ever spank Mom?”

  “No, Kitten. Mom doesn’t like that.”

  “Well, I like it. When you spank me hard, it makes my pussy hot.”

  “Does it?”

  She nodded innocently and turned her body to face toward me.

  “I want to suck you,” she said.

  “Daddy just came,” I explained. “It’s not easy to cum again so fast.”

  “Please, Daddy. I want to taste me on you.”

  I felt my dick begin to throb slightly. Even though I’d just cum, I wanted more. I wanted to feel her little lips around my cock.

  “Suck it,” I told her.

  I rolled onto my back, and she got onto her stomach between my legs. She took my filthy cock into her mouth, and it responded by stiffening insi
de it. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked, and I felt her hand begin to massage my balls.

  “Baby?” I asked her.

  “Yes, Daddy?”

  “Would you…” I gulped, not wanting to ask her to do what I wanted so badly.

  “What is it, Daddy?”

  “Would you finger my ass?”

  She smiled up and me and immediately buried her finger in my butt like an obedient little slut. Her mouth closed over my cock again, and her finger slid slowly in and out of my ass. I wanted to feel her little tongue shoved inside me.

  “Fuck my ass with your tongue, you dirty fucking slut,” I growled, surprised I was even able to say such a thing to my daughter. She hesitated, and I snarled, “Now!”

  “Yes, sir!” she gasped, and I felt her hand move my balls up out of the way.

  I rolled my legs up toward my chest to give her easy access, and I felt her small tongue hesitantly lick at my asshole. It felt like Heaven just feeling her tongue touch it.

  “Fuck it!” I demanded.

  Her tongue slipped inside my ass, and it wiggled slightly.

  “No, fuck it, god damn it!” I shouted at her. “Fuck it like I fuck you!”

  She stiffened her tongue and began to bob her head, fucking my ass like her tongue was a little dick.

  “Stroke my dick,” I demanded.

  As she continued to tongue fuck me, her hand wrapped around my cock and began to stroke it slowly.

  “Faster,” I told her. “Squeeze my dick and fuck my ass hard!”

  Her hand put more pressure on my shaft, and she stroked more vigorously. Her tongue continued to press into my ass. I gripped the back of my knees and squeezed tightly. My teeth were grinding together as my orgasm built. I held my breath as it built and built, and suddenly my load shot into the air and landed on my stomach with a splat. It spit over and over, load after load, until my entire stomach was covered with cum.

  “Eat it,” I ordered her.

  “What?” she gasped.

  “Eat it. All of it!”

  Her mouth hung open as she eyed the massive pile of goo on my stomach. She looked nauseous.

  “God fucking damn it, I said eat my fucking cum… NOW!” I shouted, and I grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face against my belly.

  Her tongue lapped against my stomach, and I heard her make a gagging noise. She continued to lick it up, even though her body spasmed with dry heaves.

  “Don’t you miss a drop,” I warned her.

  “Yes, Daddy,” she croaked, obviously trying not to vomit.

  Finally, my stomach was licked clean.

  “Good girl,” I told her. “Very good.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  I was feeling a little guilty about getting to rough with her, so said, “I’m sorry, Kitten. I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”

  “Oh, no! I like it! I want you to always do that. I want you to use my body for your pleasure. Please, do it. I love you, and I want to make you happy!”

  “Are you sure, darling? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Yes, Daddy. Please don’t ever worry about me. I can take it if it makes you happy. Whatever you like, I want. I promise!”

  She was my little miracle. I pulled her up into my arms and held her close. I loved her more than life itself.

  “Anything, Daddy. Don’t forget. I’m all yours.”

  “And you always will be, Pumpkin,” I told her, kissing her gently.

  Pirate Invasion

  By Lexi Lane

  Copyright 2013 by Lexi Lane

  Lucy watched as Lord Swanton’s ship set sail for England. He rarely left their small island in the West Indies; the trip was long and he’d be away from the planation for the better part of a year. But he’d received word of a death in the family, something to do with a missing inheritance, and had chartered a ship quickly. She was certainly going to miss him. Even though Lord Swanton was her guardian, he’d been like a father to her all of her life.

  The plantation overseer, Mr. Suggs, had come to her later in the day, wanting to go over some problem with the accounts. She’d handled the affairs in Lord Swanton’s absence before and followed Suggs down to the planation office. The walk was pleasant, the ocean breeze cool and a light drift of clouds covered the brilliant sun. She’d taken only a light shawl to cover her shoulders, her summer dress billowing behind her in the breeze.

  Suggs ushered her into the small office, moving nervously behind her as she sat in a wooden chair.

  “What is it, Suggs? What did you need me to attend to?”

  Suggs mumbled something and then disappeared into the adjacent storeroom. Tapping her foot impatiently, Lucy waited a moment, then rose, looking into the back. The room was empty, the door leading outside standing open.

  “Suggs! Where have you gone?” Lucy walked toward the open door, peering around the corner. “Oh, for the love of God!”

  Suddenly her arms were pinned from behind by a large man she recognized from the plantation, who dragged her back into the storeroom. She kicked and screamed and immediately a hand was clamped over her mouth. She tried biting but the hand was so tough and leathery it mattered little.

  Lucy watched as a strange man stepped through the open door, a rag in his hands. He was small and dirty, greasy black hair carelessly tied back with a strip of cloth, a stubbly growth of beard on his rugged face.

  “She’s a fiery little wench. Suggs said she’d put up a good fight. Try not to bruise her, Captain wants her undamaged.” The man stepped closer, his eyes traveling down the front of Lucy’s thin summer dress. She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and the bodice material of her gown barely covered the tops of her round breasts. She glared at the man, who seemed not to notice. In one practiced movement, he jammed the rag in her mouth, quickly knotting it behind her head.

  “I’d so like to have a taste of her before I take her back to the ship.” He jammed his hand roughly between her legs, twisting and turning his fingers, making Lucy flinch.

  “But I’ll have to settle for what I can get.”

  He wound his fingers into her hair, pulling her toward him, his nose pressed against her neck, sniffing her loudly. She felt his tongue flicking against her ear, sliding down her neck. She shivered at his touch, trying to pull away.

  “I’ve been a long time at sea, my dear.” His voice was a low whisper. “A long time with nothing but my calloused hand for company. You’re far too soft and tempting to leave untouched.”

  He ran a hand over her arm, trailing his fingers across the bodice of her dress. With one yank, he pulled the thin material away, exposing the tops of her breasts, pushed forward by her summer corset.

  Lucy kicked out at the man, but he easily sidestepped her legs, which then became hopelessly tangled in the material of her dress.

  “Hold her fast, there. I’ll just be a moment.” The man bent his head, pulling one breast free of her corset, squeezing and groping her, licking her nipple, his tongue sliding over the soft skin of her breast. He pulled the nipple roughly into his mouth, sucking loudly.

  Lucy struggled, but the large man behind her held her easily. The small dirty man pushed his body against hers, the hard bulge of his erection forced against her hip. He thrust against her, rocking his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against her, moaning loudly as he continued sucking her tit, one hand grabbing her other breast, squeezing and fondling her, pinching her nipple.

  She could feel the man behind her pushing his body against her back, the not so subtle bulge of his cock rubbing against her ass. She was disgusted, horrified, wanted to run but was pinned between the two men.

  Suddenly the man sucking at her nipple was fumbling with his breeches; he reached in, pulling out his hard cock. Lucy watched, horrified, as he began to stroke himself rapidly. She twisted in vain, trying to get away, as the man began grunting against her breast, his hand moving faster over his hard cock. But her struggles only seemed to excite the man behind her. H
e large man moved one hand down over her stomach, holding her body more firmly against his, his cock now sliding against the cleft of her ass.

  The man in front pulled away from her briefly, then buried his face between her breasts, his body shuddering, hips pressed forward, moaning loudly. She felt wetness against her leg as the man climaxed into the folds of her skirt. He held himself against her a moment longer, licking her breast, and then backed away, tucking his cock back into his breeches. He was panting.

  “Aye, she’s a sweet one. I’d hold her for you, so you could have a turn, but she’s a bit much for me.” The man holding her shifted, his hard cock still pressed against her.

  “We should take her off now, before someone comes looking for us.” The man bent down, picking up Lucy’s shawl. “Sorry about the dress, ma’am. But in your struggle to get away, well, accidents happen. You tore your pretty dress.” He looked down at the stain on her skirt. “And other accidents happen as well.” In one swift motion, he tore the side of her dress away, the stained section falling to the floor. The small man pulled a rope down from the stock room wall. Wrenching Lucy’s arms behind her, he quickly tied her hands together.

  “Let’s go then. I need her back at the ship before the Captain returns.” The big man from the plantation picked her up, carrying her as if she were no heavier than a child.

  They took her around the back of the office building, where Suggs was waiting with one of the plantation horses. There was a brief exchange of words, and a small bag of money was dropped in Suggs’s hands. She was tossed across the horse’s back, her dress hiked up and her legs exposed, the disgusting man climbing up behind her. The big man who’d held her disappeared back into the stock room.

  She looked back at Suggs, who had already turned away, counting the money in the small bag. She was angry and confused. How had this happened? Why were they all turning against her?