by Dana Kenzi
He thrusts his crotch into my face.
“Take my dick out. I’m going to teach you how to give a blow job.”
I’m nervous and slow to respond, but it’s only fair that he comes too.
“Get on with it. I need to come now.”
I unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Reaching into his boxers, I pull his cock out and gasp when I see it.
He’s a lot larger than I thought, like six or seven inches. There’s no way I can fit that into my entire mouth or even my pussy.
But there’s no time for second-guessing myself, so I lean in and suck the fat tip into my mouth. His grip on my hair loosens, and I look up to see his eyes clothes. His hips gently thrust into my mouth, and I decide to take more of him.
I use my lips to suck him in, and my tongue travels over the veins and ridges of his cock. It doesn’t taste like how I expected. It just tastes like skin, and I’m fine with that. His precum is a bit salty, but I ignore it and focus on the task. The faster I get him off, the faster I can leave.
He slides more of his dick between my lips until I gag at his girth. He starts thrusting into my mouth, using it to get himself off. He doesn’t care about technique-he just wants to come now.
I figure out how to breathe as he fucks my mouth, and I use my tongue as much as I can to get him closer to the end.
“Fuck, Lacey!” He slams his hips into my mouth and holds my head in place. I feel something warm hit the back of my throat, and I gag at the taste. I swallow it all anyway because he had done the same for me.
He doesn’t pull out until he’s emptied himself completely, and then he releases me. Before he can regain his bearings, I bolt out of the room.
He’s too sluggish to catch up to me, and I hurry up the stairs. I slam my bedroom door closed and lock the door behind. There’s no way he can get to me now.
~ * ~
As I try to sleep, the events from earlier in the day replay in my mind. It felt so wrong and good at the same time, and my poor young body is confused.
The pleasure I received at his hands was amazing, but a huge line was crossed as well. I don’t know what to do. I’ve been hiding away in my room since the kitchen incident.
He hasn’t bothered me since, probably realizing what we did was wrong, but it hurts me feelings a bit to know that he didn’t check on me.
I close my eyes, but his face is there. His mouth is wet from eating me out, and the image is enough to make my clit throb.
I feel too guilty to attempt anything myself tonight, so I just roll over and bury my head in the pillow. Sleep will come eventually.
Sometimes I have these really vivid dreams where I’m having sex, and then I wake up to an orgasm. I love those dreams, and I love being overwhelmed by pleasure first thing in the morning.
But something seems off tonight. The tongue on my clit feels too real, and I can feel pressure against my thighs as if someone’s grabbing them.
My eyes fly open, and I see a huge lump underneath my covers. The mouth on my pussy is very real, and I barely have time to register everything before my climax hits me.
Mark’s tongue lashes out at my clit while my hips buck into his mouth. The sensation spreads all throughout my body, and my toes clench out of sheer pleasure.
When I come back down from my high, my blankets are on the floor. Mark is kneeling between my legs while he works his pants off.
A small part of me wants to say “no”, but I want to feel good again. Even though he practically raised me, the thought of being deflowered by him is exhilarating and endearing.
Based on his performance from earlier, I know I was wrong. Mark is very talented in the bedroom, and my young innocent body wants to know exactly how far his prowess can go.
It’s all very wrong, but who cares anymore? My mom abandoned us and her other family, and Mark’s the only person I have left. I’ve been such a brat to him my whole life, maybe I could do this one thing for him.
I’m not sure if he knows I’m awake, but me pulling my shirt off certainly catches his attention. He stands at the foot of the bed and pulls his boxers off. His erection is leaking pre-cum, and I am ready to have that monster cock of his inside me.
Staring straight into his eyes, I reach down and start playing with my pussy. His cock is large, and I need some preparation first. His eyes watch me as I slide two fingers inside and buck against my hand.
I can feel another orgasm building already, just knowing that Mark is watching me play with myself. I curl my fingers and find that same spot from earlier.
A mewl escapes my throat, and I am so ready for this. Mark can tell too. Before I can crest, he removes my fingers and climbs on top of me.
He presses light kisses to my neck and then a final one on my cheek.
“Baby girl, I’m going to make you feel so good. Tell me you want this,” he says in his deep throaty voice. He rubs the tip of his cock against my pussy, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I’m not sure,” I say, even though it’s the opposite of what I’m thinking. I need him inside me, stretching me, making me a woman.
“Too bad,” he growls and thrusts his cock into me.
I cry out as he pushes into me harshly. It hurts a bit, but the feel of him is so intoxicating. My muscles clench around him as he forces himself into me.
I hold onto him tightly as he deflowers my virginal passage, and I try to relax so I can enjoy it more.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. You’re lucky I don’t come right now and leave you hanging. But that wouldn’t be very fun. I want you to enjoy this. I want you to go to sleep knowing that your Daddy made you come on his dick,” he grunts into my ear, and I feel myself get wetter.
His hand goes to my clit, and I arch against him, pulling him in deeper. My mouth is open in inexplicable pleasure, and then he’s all the way inside me.
He doesn’t wait for me to adjust and starts slamming into me. He hits my special spot every single time, but the force of it all still hurts. He’s too busy holding onto me to play with my clit, but it’s okay because his pelvis rubs against it every time he buries himself inside me.
I don’t know what feels better, the pain, the friction against my clit, or the way he fucks me with passion. Our bodies slap together every time our hips meet, and the sound is beautiful.
I look into his eyes, but he’s too far gone. I’m not his step-daughter in this instant. I’m just his pussy, something for him to stick his cock into, and it turns me on and hurts my feelings at the same time.
I turn my head away, but he pulls it back so I’m looking at him.
“No, I want you to watch this. See?” He pins my thighs to the bed, and I lean up on my elbows to see his huge cock entering my pink pussy.
This position allows him to penetrate me deeper, and I can’t even think about anything else right now. I hold my legs up for him, so he can focus on making me come because I need it more than air at the moment.
“Mark,” I chant over and over again as I feel my orgasm approaching. He slaps my ass hard, and I correct myself,
“Daddy, please fuck me and make me come,” I plead, and that sends him into a frenzy.
He starts brutally fucking me, and I know I won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow. His cock stretches me with every thrust, and his pelvis rubs against my clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream as my climax hits me. The pain and pleasure warp into one overpowering sensation that has me thrashing wildly on the bed.
It engulfs my entire body, and I know nothing other than the way Mark makes feel. Somewhere in the haze, I feel his movements slow.
He grabs my hips and buries himself inside me. He’s still for a moment, and I then I feel his hot cum fill me. I moan softly as he empties his seed inside me, and his hand is on my clit forcing me to another orgasm.
I milk his cock until he’s done inside me, but he doesn’t pull out. Instead he lays on top of me and pulls me into his arms.
He’s he
avy, and it’s uncomfortable, but my heart appreciates the closeness after such an amazing couple of orgasms.
He kisses my neck again and nuzzles it. “We can’t tell anybody about this, but that’s not going to stop me from coming into your room every night to fuck some sense into you.”
My pussy clenches around him, and he groans.
“You are mine from now on. I am going to teach you so much about being a woman that you won’t even remember life before I had my dick inside you,” he mumbles, and my heart swells.
So this isn’t a one-time thing.
“What if Mom comes back?” I ask, my voice slightly hoarse.
His arms tighten around me. “Then I’ll get her to sign the divorce papers, and then I’ll fuck you in front of her. Then I’d probably fuck her so she knows what she’s missing out on.”
There’s a growl low in my throat, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry, Baby Girl. You’re the only one for me. Your mom and I are history, but you and I are something else. This isn’t over by a long shot,” he adds.
He lifts his head to look at me. “I love you, Baby Girl. Always have, even when you were a stubborn brat.”
I smile at him, even though everything inside my heart and head is a mess of emotions. The clear one is love though. We’ll figure out the rest.
“I love you too, Daddy,” I say. He smiles and kisses me, slowly and lovingly.
~ * ~
In the morning, I’m sore, but I loved every minute of last night. Mark’s still asleep as I grab my birth control from my drawer.
My shriek is loud enough to wake him up as I stare at the packet in horror.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he mutters sleepily. I show it to him.
“I missed taking my pill for the last three days.”
I’m panicking already, but Mark smiles at me.
“I always wanted a kid of my own. I guess now I’m going to finally get one,” he says.
“Oh,” I respond. I hadn’t been planning on having children anytime soon, but now I might have one on the way. I don’t know what to think, but Mark pulls me into his arms.
“Hey, love, relax. Nothing’s for sure yet. We’ll find out in a couple of weeks, and until then, I will be fucking you every chance I get,” he mumbles into my ear.
Taking Their Cheater’s Brat
Every morning for the past week, I woke up with Mark between my thighs.
Whether it’s his mouth on me, his fingers caressing me awake, or his cock nestled between my nether lips, he’s always there.
He fucks me two to three times a day, and he always comes inside me. I’ve gotten used to the way it feels when he spreads his warmth within me. It feels so good that it sets me off into little aftershocks.
I’m not on birth control at the moment. Too many days went by without me taking my pill. Now I just need to wait and see if my period is going to come. If it does come, I might start back on the pill. If it doesn’t, I guess I’ll be preparing for our new arrival.
Mark really wants a baby, but I’m not too sure. I’m still young and ready to experience the world, but Mark is ready to be a father to a kid that shares his DNA.
He didn’t ban me from using birth control nor is he the type of person to sabotage it if I start again. Still, I know that he really wants to get me pregnant.
I don’t know how I feel about it all, so I’m going to let nature figure it out.
I’m in the kitchen wearing one of his shirts as I make myself breakfast. My hair blonde hair is slightly damp from my shower, and the cool breeze in the room feels good against my bare skin.
I’m not wearing any underwear. There’s no point at the moment. Mark takes me whenever he’s in the mood. One day, he fucked me five times. I had to beg him to stop at number six because I was raw and chafing, and it hurt. That time, he jerked himself off and only thrust back into me when he came. His entry had hurt, but feeling him fill me with his cum made up for it.
I manage to finish my breakfast sandwich when I feel his presence behind me. I’m leaning against the counter, wiping my hands on a paper towel.
His arms wrap around my stomach, and he presses his hips into my ass. I feel his lips on the back of my neck.
“I love seeing you in my clothes. It reminds me that you belong to me, and only me,” he mumbles in my ear.
He breathes me in and groans. “You smell fucking good too.” One of his hands moves from my stomach and rests between my legs.
“Did you wash yourself here?” he asks as he parts my lips with his fingers.
I inhale sharply when they find my clit and start playing with it. I moan when he pinches it.
“I asked you a question,” he growls and bites down on my slightly exposed shoulder.
“Yes,” I whimper. It’s a necessary part of hygiene, and he knows that. It’s just a game he likes to play.
“Hmm, how do you expect to carry my child if you keep washing my seed away? That just won’t do.” He lifts my shirt and pulls it over my head. I’m now completely naked, and the cool air makes my nipples harden.
Mark forces my legs apart, and I hear him unzipping his pants. A throb begins in my clit, and I feel myself getting wet. He’s going to fuck me right here, and a small part of me hopes that it’s rough.
Ever since he took my virginity, I’ve had this deep hunger within me. I like it when he’s slow and gentle, but I come like never before when he takes me hard. There’s something about his lack of concern for my pleasure that sets me off. He’s my stepfather too, so that just adds to the forbidden nature of it all.
His cock is out, and he presses it against my swollen labia. The tip of it touches my clit briefly, and I feel fingers checking to see how wet I am.
Apparently, it’s enough because he shoves his dick in me so hard that I cry out. His hand clamps over my mouth as his large cock splits me open. He’s all the way inside me, and he doesn’t let me adjust before he starts pounding into me.
I can feel the wetness pooling between my legs as the friction sends me higher and higher. My fingers dig into the counter as I am forced to take his brutal thrusts. It hurts so good, and there are tears forming in my eyes.
Our current position allows him to stimulate my G-spot with each thrust, and help me, I’m moving against him, trying to take him in as far as he can go.
What’s wrong with me? I shouldn’t want this, but I can’t help myself. He’s the only man I’ve been with, and he loves me. It makes it all okay, right?
My noises are muffled by his hand, but he knows I’m enjoying it. I clench around him every time he buries himself inside me, and he jerks against me every time I do.
It all feels so wonderful. The pain and pleasure merge into one, and I want to scream so badly. I can feel my orgasm building, and I crave it with a passion.
Mark must sense it because he stops thrusting. He just stays all the way inside me and doesn’t move. I wiggle my bottom against him, which earns me a grunt, but he keeps himself still.
A little ball of frustration appears in my stomach, and I try everything I think of to get him to move again. I clench him hard with my inner muscles and refuse to let up.
He breathes hard against the shell of my ear, and I feel his resolve weakening.
Mark removes his hand from my mouth, and instead takes both of my breasts in his hands. He plays with my nipples, pinching them hard and pulling on them.
“Don’t move,” he commands, I stop wiggling despite the torture I’m enduring.
His balls are pressed against my clit, his cock is touching my G-spot, and he manhandles my breasts to the point where I know they’re going to be sore. I want to move so badly and face the consequences, but I’d rather him not withhold an orgasm as a consequence my disobedience.
“Daddy,” I whine, and his cock jumps at the term. He really likes that.
“Shhh, Baby Girl. Daddy’s going to make you feel really good in a moment. I feel your pussy milking my cock. Do you want my sper
m, Baby Girl?”
“Yes!” I nearly scream because I need this so badly. I need him so badly. Who cares if I get pregnant? I’ll truly be his if I do.
“Are you sure? Do you want me to fill you up so that you’ll be carrying my child? Do you really want it?” he asks in a low voice.
I wasn’t really sure about the child part, but I needed him to fuck me.
“Yes, I want it all! Fuck me, Daddy! Give me a baby!”
I nearly sob in relief when he starts moving again. He grabs my waist and really starts pounding me. Our bodies make a slapping sound when they meet, and his pace is brutal. I’ll bruise from this, but neither one of us care.
His cock is so big that it stretches me every time. It hurts, but it is worth it. Mark always makes me feel good, and I know that he would never actually hurt me.
Just as the thought crosses into my mind, his cock bumps against my cervix. I wince and yelp, and he slows for a moment.
“Sorry, Baby Girl,” he whispers. “I got a little carried away.”
“It’s okay,” I mutter as I grit my teeth. He goes back to his punishing pace, and I try to bare through it. His cock swells inside me, and I know it’s almost over.
His fingers find my clit, and I explode around him. I curl into myself as the pleasure radiates through my entire body. Everything throbs and tenses, and I feel my energy leave me when I collapse on the counter surface.
I’m so sensitive that I yelp when he starts fucking me harder.
“I can’t take anymore,” I cry, but Mark doesn’t stop.
“Just a little more, Baby Girl,” he grunts and buries himself all the way inside me. He holds me against him so I can’t move, and then I feel him pumping his seed into me.
His warm cum coats my walls, easing the slight ache there, and I’m just happy that it’s over.
I’m ready for a nap, but Mark has other plans for me. He pulls out, giving my insides some relief, but then he picks me up and places me on the island counter.