40 Explicit Adult Stories

by Heather Hearts

“Have you ever had your nipples sucked before?” I asked her.

  She shook her head.

  I bowed my head to her chest and lightly flicked my tongue over her big, pink nipples – one followed by the other. The sensitive nubs were quick to respond to my touch and hardened, standing out away from her skin.

  “You like having daddy playing with your titties, Kassie?”

  “Mmhmm, I really like it!”

  The girl tugged my hair, indicating she did not want me to stop using my mouth on her. I obliged, sucking now.

  “Has a man ever seen your sweet little pussy?” I asked my step-daughter.

  Her breathing had quickened and she seemed to really be enjoying our newfound intimacy, pushing her boobs into my face.

  “No, I'm a virgin. I have never been with a guy.” she whispered.

  “Come on, let's go inside.”

  We stood up and I led sexy Kassie back into the cabin, hand in hand.

  ***

  ***

  Kassie and I went to the master bedroom together. She allowed her sundress which was already half off anyway to fall to the floor and stood before me wearing only a pair of light blue cotton panties.

  “Do you want to be the first guy to see my pussy?” she asked me shyly.

  “I would love that!”

  She hesitated then, seemingly not knowing what to do.

  “It's okay.” I reassured her, “Just take off your panties and lie back on the bed.”

  “I'm a little nervous!” she admitted.

  “No need to be, it's just me and you, Kassie. I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you. I want all of your first times to be the best.”

  She smiled and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties. Was I really about to see my step-daughter naked? Was she going to spread her legs for me and show me what I wanted to see for so long?

  Kassie pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them when they reached the floor. When she stood up, I saw that she had an entirely bald cunt. My cock was already dripping pre-cum for the girl. She went to bed and lay on it as I had told her to.

  “Open your legs, sweetie. Show me what you've got.”

  I sat on the end of the bed and she opened her legs, spreading them wide apart. Her pussy lips were pink and puffy. They glistened in the dim light of the room, already coated by her juices.

  “Are you turned on?” I asked her.

  Kassie nodded.

  “Your pussy is wet, honey. That's gonna make sliding my dick inside of you feel so good!”

  “I'm excited to feel it!” she told me.

  I reached between my step-daughters legs and ran my finger along her slit. Her pussy lips spread apart and I pushed my finger inside her cunt, just the slightest amount.

  “Have you ever tasted your own pussy, Kassie?”

  “No, never.” was her answer.

  I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked her wetness from my skin.

  “You should!” I advised, “You taste incredible.”

  Her back arched and she squirmed a little on the bed.

  “Daddy is going to eat your pussy now, baby!”

  I felt almost dizzy when I sprawled on the bed with my head between Kassie's legs. The scent of her sex was beyond arousing. I started by sucking on each of her pussy lips. I maintained eye contact with her while I sucked each lip into my mouth. She looked so fucking sexy. My tongue traveled upwards and I massaged her clit in small circles.

  “Fuck!” she moaned, “That's amazing!”

  I swapped my tongue for a finger on her clit because I needed to taste more of her sweet liquids in my mouth. Pushing my tongue as deep inside of her cunt as I could, I swirled it around.

  “Oh daddy!” she squealed.

  I pulled back, my face wet from her pre-cum.

  “Tell daddy that you love his mouth on your pussy! Be my dirty little girl!”

  “I love your mouth on my pussy, daddy! Don't stop!”

  My dick was throbbing and all I wanted to do was plunge it into Kassie's gushing hole.

  “I want you to cum on my cock, honey.” I told the lovely little girl, “You think you're ready to take my big dick?”

  “Will you cum inside of me?” she asked sweetly.

  I very fleetingly wondered if she was on birth control but I realized I didn't care. I wanted nothing more in this world than to plant my seed inside of my step-daughter.

  “Kassie, I will fill you with my hot cum!” I promised.

  I undressed in front of Kassie and she told me that this was going to be her first time ever seeing a hard penis. That turned me on even further. The first dick this girl was going to see would belong to her daddy! I stood at the side of the bed and stroked myself a few times. She looked on as drops of pre-cum appeared on the tip.

  “I want all of that in my pussy!” she told me.

  I did too.

  Getting back on the bed, I positioned my big love pole between my virgin girl's pussy lips.

  “This might hurt a little bit but be a brave girl and I'll give you a treat!”

  The head of my dick was already wet and along with her sex juices, it slid inside of her easily. She had such a tight pussy and felt so warm and wet.

  “Oooh your cock is stretching my pussy, daddy!” she cooed.

  Oh yes, I was going to make this pussy a perfect fit for my dick.

  I thrust forward and pulled back a few times and the virgin cunt accommodated my size. Soon I was balls deep, my cock embedded in my step-daughter. Kassie was moaning beneath me. I fucked her harder. The girl dug her nails into my back.

  “Daddy! Oh yes!” she cried.

  “Tell me that you like being fucked by your daddy, baby!”

  “I never want to fuck anyone other than you, daddy! I love your big cock!”

  I moaned in her ear, “Cum for daddy, sweetie! Orgasm on my dick!”

  My step-daughter came, her tight pussy spasming me around me. She moaned and groaned so loudly and knowing that I had taken her virginity and made her cum tipped me over the edge.

  “I'm going to fill your cunt! I'm about to cum!”

  I had the most explosive orgasm I had likely ever experienced inside my step-daughter. I coated the inside of her pussy with my thick, white cum and she writhed around, enjoying every second of it. Once complete, the two of us collapsed side by side, a tangle of limbs, breathless.

  “Daddy, that was perfect!” Kassie told me.

  I smiled, finally having gotten what I wanted.

  ***

  ***

  Kassie went back to school shortly afterward, though we may have had a little more fun after our night at the cabin, if you know what I mean. It was about two months later when I was at work that an e-mail from my step-daughter popped up on my screen. It was titled, “Help!”

  The girl needs more money already, I thought. I had just lodged a few hundred dollars to her checking account the day before. I clicked on the e-mail to see the content.

  “Dad, I'm pregnant.” was all it read.

  My little girl was going to have my baby. I guess I was going to have that second child I'd always wanted after all...

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  Story 14

  “You are Jeb Carson?” She asked again. “The Jeb Carson who wrote to me?”

  “The one and the same. Miss Delilah Harris.” The rancher replied, smoothing down his graying moustache. “Or should I say Mrs. Delilah Carson.”

  Jeb Carson, one of the more successful cattle ranchers in the small town of Jorgen Creek sat across the table, looking at the young woman from the big city back East. His mail order bride had arrived by stage coach earlier that evening. She looked every bit the young, nubile city girl her black and white picture he held in his hands depicted.

  “You looked a lot younger in the picture you sent me, Mr. Carson.” She eyed him suspiciously.

  “That’s an old one tak
en a few years ago.” He said, smiling slightly. “It’s too gosh darn expensive to have a picture taken out here, you know.”

  “Well, I didn’t think you be so much more older than I am.” The young woman looked around the sparse room. “Are you the owner of the Carson Cattle Ranch?”

  “Sure, I am… it has my name on it, doesn’t it?” He replied with a hint of irritation.

  “I don’t see much of anything around here to speak of your fortune.” She waved her hands around with an air.

  “I don’t like to acquire things I don’t really want to have.” He pushed up the brim of his ten gallon hat.

  “Really, then what made you think you needed a wife?”

  “Are all city gals like you, Miss Harris?”

  “What do you mean?” She raised her eyebrows.

  “You’re darn outspoken for a young lady.” His voice was gruff. “Out here that’s considered pretty bad manners. How old are you then?”

  “I’m old enough to be a wife.” She almost snapped.

  “How old?”

  “Nineteen, since last winter.”

  “Hmm, young enough for a good time and old enough to bear me some sons. I think I made a good choice here.”

  “I wish I did the same, Mr. Carson. How old are you?”

  “Spunky lass, aren’t you?” He gave her a tight smile. “I’m old enough too.”

  “I hope not too old, for my sake.” Her smile was sweet.

  “Feisty little filly. This one will take some breaking in.” Carson thought. “And I’m going to enjoy doing it.”

  His keen eyes held her bright blue gaze, lingering over the soft curves of her heart shaped face. A strand of dark brown hair fell across her brow, free from the tightly tied rest, enhancing her youthful beauty. He trailed down her supple neck, her round shoulders and the enticing bulge of her bosom. Her slender waist and full hips met his approval. The grey long flowing dress she wore accentuated her young womanhood to perfection. Yes, indeed, he had chosen wisely.

  He shuffled the paperwork on the desk, the documents that decreed them legally man and wife. It had been a hard decade, out in the frontier, setting up his ranch, working tirelessly under a hot merciless sun for years. He had no time to think about a wife and family, until now. Nearing forty, he suddenly felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. He had what he wanted. The largest cattle ranch for miles and the best stock of steers for fresh meat at the market. His brand was well known and sought after from every corner of the country.

  It was time to enjoy the fruits of his labors; time to share his abundant life with a loved one. But good women were few and hard to find in the wild frontier of the west. Getting a mail order bride, the latest innovation, was the only way for a man to acquire a decent wife for himself.

  He liked Delilah Harris from the very first letter he received from her in response to his request at the post office. And after a few exchanges he was sure that she was the one he had been waiting for. It didn’t matter that she near to half his age. What mattered was that he would not have another lonely night.

  “Well, Miss Harris, I’m sure you’re tired from your long journey,” He leaned forward on his desk. “By railroad from the big city and then by stage coach from the railway station at Fort Wesley.”

  “I must say that I am.” She nodded. “I didn’t think this town was too small for the railroad.”

  “The works are underway.” He gave her a smile. “Jorgen Creek will soon have its own railway station next year.”

  “Well, Mr. Carson, if you’ll excuse me.” She stood up. “As you pointed out, I am tired and would like to refresh myself.”

  “Yes, of course.” He stood up with her and smiled again. “Your bags have been taken to the bedroom. Juanita will show you where it is.”

  “Oh, thank you.”

  “And yes, supper will be served at eight.” He added. “I’d expect you’d want to join me.”

  “Yes, I would.” She bowed slightly and walked away, following the little housekeeper.

  Carson watched her leave, admiring her sensual swaying stride. He rubbed his hands, it would take some time getting used to her; a woman who clearly had a mind of her own. Carson loved the idea, he welcomed it. It would bring some excitement to his otherwise tedious life.

  ~

  He had been sitting at the dining table since eight o’clock sharp, waiting for her. The chair across him was vacant. The soup had been served. He glanced at his pocket watch. Almost a half past eight. Her sudden soft footfalls made him turn around.

  Delilah almost floated up in a white flowing gown, her face radiant and refreshed, her long luxuriant brown hair flowing freely to her swaying hips. The sight of her took his breath away and he felt his initial anger evaporating.

  “Good evening, Mr. Carson.” She said, her voice as musical as silver bells. “Have I kept you waiting?”

  “Well, yes.” He feigned anger. “We prefer to do everything in a timely manner, Miss Harris. This being your first day, I can grant you leave.”

  “You make this sound like a job.” She laughed softly. “And you can call me Delilah, or Delia. I am, after all, your wife now.”

  “Yes, I suppose that would be appropriate.” He nodded. “Try the turnip soup, Delia, you’ll love it.”

  “Yes, I’m sure.” She sat down and looked at the thick liquid in the bowl before her with some disdain. “And may I call you Jeb or Jebediah… Mr. Carson is rather tiresome.”

  “Jeb will do fine.” He smiled tightly, watching her twirl the soup spoon in the bowl listlessly.

  She brought the soup spoon to lips and turned up her nose. “Could I just skip to the main course?”

  “Soups not good for you?” He smirked.

  “I’m really hungry; I need something a bit more substantial.”

  “Of course. We are having steak and onions tonight.” He waved at the housekeeper and Juanita replaced the soup bowl with a plate of aromatic beef and sautéed onions.

  Delilah smiled and put a piece of meat into her mouth, making a face.

  “Isn’t that good enough?” He raised his eye brows expressively.

  “The meat’s tasty, but a bit too chewy… kind of tough.”

  “You’re having the meat that built my fortune, Ms. Har… Delia.”

  “That’s good then, but I’m sure it wouldn’t go down well in the city.” She had a condescending tone.

  “Really.” He looked at her with a scowl. “Then maybe I won’t try selling any there.”

  She stared at him right in the eye. “Jeb, this is good and all, but I wasn’t prepared for something this rustic… I mean you should have told me more in the letters instead of just how well you’ve done with your life.”

  “I didn’t see the need to.” He leaned back on his chair, making the wood creak. “Life’s real good enough for me to not complain at all. Why’d you sign up to be a mail order bride and come down West, you should have known life on the frontier’s not soft and easy like the cities back East.”

  “I knew that, Jeb, I did.” She spat out a hunk of chewed beef back on to the plate. “I just wasn’t prepared to be wedded to a man twice my age.”

  “So what are you afraid of?”

  “You know, if I can be satisfied… in every way.”

  “For calamity’s sake, you are one outspoken woman, aren’t you?” Carson grated. “And we don’t go spitting our food back on our plates. Please clean it up.”

  “What do you have a housekeeper for?” She gave him a cold look.

  “Juanita’s is here to look after the house and prepare the meals, not to pick up after you.”

  “Then it’s time you hired someone who can.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

  “By god, woman, you’re one pampered and spoiled brat.” He couldn’t keep his anger at bay any longer.

  “That’s how it is, back in the city, Jeb.” She shrugged nonchalantly.

  “Well, this ain’t the city, darlin’.” He drawled,
feeling his blood begin to rise. “This here’s my ranch and you’re in the Wild West.”

  “Oh, so what you going to do, Mr. Big Horn Cattle man?” Her petulant laugh incensed him further.