Rough Sex with My Werewolf Daddy (Family Sex/Taboo Sex)

by Jillian Cumming

  Rough Sex with My Werewolf Daddy

  Jillian Cumming

  Published by Jillian Cumming at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Jillian Cumming

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  I tried to stretch my legs as far as they would go. We’d been driving for hours, and I was starting to feel the first few tremors of a threatened cramp in my calf. It also didn’t help that the air conditioning in the car blew air only slightly colder than outside.

  My dad sat beside me. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead, one hand on top of the wheel and the other on the shifter. In the rear seat and on the roof were all our camping supplies.

  I had to admit, I was much more excited about going camping with my dad for the weekend than I cared to admit to him.

  “Daddy?” I asked. Since he was actually my stepfather, I usually just called him by his name, but right then I was feeling particularly affectionate.

  He took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance at me before saying, “Yeah, Sophie?”

  “Are we almost there? I feel like I’m sweating through my shorts, here,” I said, smiling at him.

  He glanced down at my legs as I mentioned shorts. I had on a tight pair of short-shorts. When I saw his eyes linger on my legs for a moment, I felt an inner heat swell inside that made me get wet in another way.

  Trying to take my mind off the thought, I glanced at his strong arm as he adjusted his grip on the shifter. “There’s hardly even a mark!” I said.

  “Yeah, the doc said I’d have a huge scar. He was completely baffled.”

  A month earlier, he’d been attacked by some big dog or wolf that had bitten his arm. He said he’d barely managed to get away. Reaching out, I ran my finger along what little scarring there was. He’s so warm, I thought. I sucked in a breath as I felt myself get wetter. I had to shift around in my seat.

  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” he said, seeing my discomfort and misinterpreting it, “We’ll be there in a few minutes. I can see the sign for the entrance already. You’re going to love this campsite. I wish I’d taken you before you started college.”

  “It’s okay,” I said, trying to banish thoughts of whether or not he thought I was pretty, whether he got hard thinking about me, “Better late than never.”

  Splaying his fingers out, he turned the wheel and we moved from the nice, smooth highway to the bumpy gravel road leading to the campsite. The vibrations weren’t helping matters. I grabbed onto the armrest as the vibrations translated to tingles of pleasure in my moist pussy.

  I practically jumped out of the car when he pulled to a stop. There was no one else there. It made sense; camping season was pretty much over. Besides, it was nice to have the run of the place.

  “And we won’t even have to worry about light,” he said, pulling some stuff off the roof, “Gonna be a nice full moon!”

  “Great!” I said. He looked at me and smiled. I was suddenly and painfully aware of just how short my shorts were, and in my mind, I kept asking myself whether he thought my breasts were nice enough.

  “Something wrong?” He said, a frown of concern crossing his, now that I really looked, strong and handsome features. I could tell now why my mom liked him so much.

  “No... It’s fine. Just a little chilly is all. Girls and the cold, you know?”

  It wasn’t long before he had the two personal tents set up, and a tepee of firewood in a stone pit. It really was starting to feel a little chilly, and I wanted him to get the fire going. I glanced over at him. He was staring into the sky, and his lips were slowly pulling back from his teeth as though he fought against something painful inside.

  Walking over, I put my hand on his arm. He was incredibly hot now, like feverishly hot.

  “Daddy! Are you okay?”

  It was like he’d been far away, and I’d dragged him from that place. He looked at me and I felt the blood drain from my face, feeling more frightened than ever in my life. After a moment, his features softened and I felt the fear evaporate slowly.

  “Yeah, just a little warm. I thought I could see the moon coming over the treetops, and I just couldn’t keep myself from watching, you know?”

  I nodded and mumbled a, “Yeah,” even though I really didn’t know.

  As the shadows began stretching from the trees, he got the fire going and we sat beside each other on the soft ground.

  He told a joke and I reached out to put my hand on his thigh. I overextended and my hand landed on his cock. I felt it jump at my touch before I yanked my hand away.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  He smiled and we kept going as though nothing had happened. Everything was going fine until it started getting truly dark out.

  The light of the moon hit him and he fell to the ground, rolling and writhing. I screamed, standing up. I didn’t know what to do; I thought he must be having a heart attack. I reached for my phone, but there was no signal.

  His cries of pain began to rumble in his throat, and I thought I could see his bones shifting beneath his skin.

  Then his skin cracked open and thick tufts of black hair burst from the rents. I wanted to run, but my feet wouldn’t obey.

  When he opened his eyes and looked at me, I saw that they had turned yellow. Huge fangs shot from his gums as his snout elongated. His clothes tore as his muscles bulged outwards. When he stood, the tatters fell from his body.

  “Daddy?” I said. It wasn’t him anymore, though. It was some kind of werewolf, and his eyes fixed on my soft flesh with a hunger that made my knees tremble.

  I turned to run away into the woods, to see if there were other campers. But it was too late. He leapt, slamming me down to the ground with his enormous bulk. A shock of panic ripped through me as all the air left my body.

  He lifted himself off me after grabbing the back of my neck in a tight grip, and I pulled in a grateful lungful of air.

  Then he picked me up by the neck and slammed me down hard enough to knock that from me, too.

  “Daddy! Stop!” I cried as he lifted me up a few feet, ready to smash me down again.

  Miraculously, he simply dropped me down. I turned over onto my back. His hulking shoulders lifted and fell with his breaths, which misted the air. His lips were pulled back in a snarl. Is this really my stepfather? I thought.

  That’s when I saw his cock, thick and heavy, hanging between his legs. His pants had torn off, too. There was no convenient strip of cloth left like in the movies. Despite my terror, my wetness from earlier returned.

  I wondered why he wasn’t killing me. When I looked down and saw the torn shreds of my shirt, I knew. My cleavage was completely exposed. He started getting hard, the monster between his legs slowly straightening from his body.

  I do make him hard! Was all I could think.

  Shifting, I went onto my knees in front of him. With a snarl, he lashed out with the back of one massive, clawed hand, catching my shoulder. I fell to the ground, that whole side of my body numb.

  With my good hand, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I pulled that, along with the remains of my shirt, from my body. When I went back onto my knees, my firm tits and their hard nipples displayed, he didn’t hit me again. Instead, his cock finished hardeni
ng. I looked at the bulging veins around the shaft, the drop of clear precum already trembling at the tip, and I felt the heat of want in my pussy get hotter.

  Reaching out slowly with one hand, treating him like the wild beast he was, I moved to grab his cock. He watched my fingers warily. When my fingers brushed his flesh, I gasped. He was still so hot. I couldn’t believe how hot and hard my daddy’s cock was. And it was all because of me.

  I let my fingers move around his shaft, trying to grab him. He was so thick that my fingertips couldn’t touch around his girth.

  Feeling had returned to my other side. Lifting my hand up, I spat into my palm. Starting to stroke him, I reached up until my other palm pressed against the head of his huge cock. I moved this hand in slow circles, letting the spit lubricate the movement.

  He snorted, and I felt him harden even more for a moment.

  “It’s so big, daddy...” I said.

  When I made eye contact, he changed. He grabbed me with one hand around the neck and again slammed me to the ground, this time on my back. His fingers squeezed around my windpipe, and soon black dots shifted across my eyes. I felt his other hand roughly grab one of my tits, the claws digging into the firm flesh. I felt one of his claws play along my areola, making me wince at the sharpness.

  Grunting, he straddled my body and went down to his knees. His big cock slapped down between my tits, and I felt the wetness of his precum on my neck. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head forward so that my chin almost touched my chest. I had only a moment to open my mouth before he jammed the head of his cock between my lips.

  My lips could hardly contain his girth as he tried to push more and more of his length into my mouth. I hungrily ran my tongue around his shaft, swallowing every bit of precum that leaked out of him, trying to suck more out any time I had the breath.

  I felt so hot and wet between the legs. I wanted to touch myself, to shove my fingers under my shorts and feel my wetness. But my arms were pinned under his legs. My hips started grinding against the ground of their own volition while I simultaneously gagged on his cock.

  Tears started running out the corners of my eyes as he urged another half inch into me. My fingers dug futilely at the ground. I wanted him inside my pussy so badly. I tried to take more of his cock, but the angle my neck was at wouldn’t let me. Gobs of my spit hung from his shaft as he pulled it out a little and shoved it back in.

  Letting go of my neck, he reached behind himself. My body tightened as I felt his claws run up my thigh. The pain was so much that I could barely keep myself from clamping my teeth down onto his throbbing shaft. I heard a tearing noise and desperately hoped it was my shorts.

  His fingers clamped down onto my thigh so hard that I screamed, or tried to at least. It came out as a gargle as his cock pushed into my mouth.

  The fingers gripping my thigh slowly relaxed. They trailed up between my thighs and I felt his thick fingers rub at my pussy. I moaned again as the nerves in my clit lit up. He started getting mad then, trying to feel the bare flesh of my shaved pussy but being stifled by my shorts and panties.

  With a roar, he shot to his feet. A long line of spit still hung from the tip of his cock to my lips. It broke as he took a step back. I looked down at myself. My thigh was bloody from where he’d cut it. My nipple hurt so much when it was stiff, but I was so turned on that I couldn’t help it.

  He ripped a gash in my shorts and underwear with the claw on his thumb, exposing my pussy to the cool night air. I saw his cock shiver as he looked at my wet little slit, all shaved and waiting for him to try and cram himself into my tight hole.

  The monster ran the ball of his thumb up my slit. He stared at the wetness it left on him even as I shivered.

  I realized I was free, then. I tried to sit up, but he saw me and shoved me back against the ground.

  I did the only thing I could think of; I lifted and spread my legs, holding my knees with my arms. Grabbing the gash in my shorts, I tore at it some more, making sure the hole was big enough so that he’d have no trouble fucking me.

  When he fell to his knees between my legs, I started trembling. I felt my pussy release my juices. I was so wet that I felt some run out of me and down my ass.

  I sucked in a breath when I felt the head of his cock push into me. My wetness let him slide his member into me despite the incredible tightness of my little cunt around him. He filled me with the first stroke. His cock was so long that he couldn’t even fit it all into me. From the way I held myself, I could easily watch as his glistening shaft pulled out and slammed back in. He gave me long, even strokes that quickly had me moaning like a little slut as I begged him to fuck me harder.

  “Oooh, daddy, yeah daddy,” I said in time with his thrusts. My words seemed to reach his brain, as his cock flexed even harder in my and he started pounding me so hard that I thought I would leave a dent in the ground.

  My face twisted as his next stroke excited my G-spot, making my pussy squeeze around him. “I love it when you fuck me, daddy,” I said, my teeth gritted. His eyes watched as his cock slid in and out of me, pulling the lips of my pussy back and forth along with it.

  Then he grabbed me by the neck with one hand. He squeezed again, but quickly let go. His fingers slipped up into my hair, grabbing a handful. He wrenched my head back, making me squeal. It hurt, but the roughness just seemed to make my pussy wetter and tighter.

  So fast I hardly knew what was happening, he pulled out of me and flipped me over onto my stomach. He went onto all fours over me. Reaching back and grabbing his cock, I guided it back into my sopping little pussy. My hand came away soaked in my own juices.

  He filled me much more easily from that position. I closed my legs, making my pussy even tighter. I could feel every bulge in his cock, and it actually hurt a little when the head of his cock pulled up near the tight ring at the opening of my pussy.

  His first few strokes had to be slower because of my tightness. I relished the feeling of the head of his cock as it bulled its way into me, shoving my walls apart with a ferocity that made me yelp.

  I loved having my daddy’s hard cock in my pussy, and I loved that he seemed to enjoy fucking me.

  Reaching back, I pulled my thighs apart as much as I could so that he could look at my lips as they strained around his girth. His next thrust was so hard that I had to throw my head back and grit my teeth. He grabbed my hair and held my head in that position. My whole body strained as I arched my back, trying to lessen the pain. He liked the way that made me clench around him.

  Then he ran the claws of his free hand down my back. When he got to my ass, he squeezed each cheek until I screamed. This only incited him further. His cock rammed into me faster and faster.

  My orgasm came closer and closer. Feeling how hard he was, I knew he was going to come soon, too. The thought of his cock shooting its hot and sticky load into my cunt pushed me over the edge. I wanted him to come inside me so badly.

  “Come in my pussy, daddy,” I said, hoping that my stepdad would hear me through the haze of the beast.

  When he filled me with his next thrust, I came on him. I let out a shriek as the walls of my cunt tensed up around his member, undulating up and down his length. I let out another shriek when he suddenly stopped, his cock rock hard in me. The next squeeze of my pussy made his cock jump, shooting the first wad of cum into me. I felt how hot it was. I wanted more and more.

  Grabbing his hips, I pulled him as deeply into me as he could get. I felt as each spurt of his cum pumped from his pulsing cock. My body trembled as it accepted his load.

  His claws were pressing through my shorts into the flesh of my ass, but I didn’t care. The pain made me tighter around him, made his cock feel even better in me.

  He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me hard against the ground. His cock still throbbed inside me as my pussy milked the last trickles of his cum out.

  Only when I felt him begin to soften did he pull out of me. His cock had been the only thing holding his hot load
in. When he pulled it, the spunk ran in a hot stream down my pussy, soaking into my shredded panties and shorts.

  A cold fear stole over me as I realized he was staring down at me. I could feel his eyes boring into my back. I knew he was considering killing me. His hands jerked on my shoulders, as though he was in some deep inner battle. Who would win? I wondered. Would it be the beast that had just finished pulverizing my tight little cunt, or the stepfather who I now felt closer to than ever?

  A tear streamed down my cheek as I realized I might never be able to have him inside me again.

  “Please, daddy,” I said, trying to turn my head enough to make eye contact with him, “Please let me live. I love you so much, I need you. Please don’t hurt me.”

  The werewolf’s eye twitched, and I thought I saw a glint of my stepfather in those malevolent yellow orbs.

  His claws tightened, digging deeper into my flesh, for an instant. Then he let go and shoved away from me. Glaring up at the moon, he loosed a howl into the night air, then pressed his face into his hands.

  When his hands fell away, he was staring intently at me. A mournful whimper escaped him, and his whole body shook as he forced himself to take a step back. Turning, he bounded off into the woods.

  I really hoped there were no other campers around. Getting up onto unsteady legs, my stepdad’s cum running out of my pussy and down my thighs still, I made my way back to the car. I locked myself in, though I didn’t know how much protection that would give.

  I hoped he would be okay as I fell into an uneasy sleep. I needed him to be okay.

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