“Welcome,” Brandon and Ashley said at the same time, as the four of them got to know each other in their hostel room–the one with the large bed.
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THE END
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His mammoth flesh club stood erect in Kelly's face. He slowly pushed his little angel's lips toward his swollen cock.
Tight little Kelly is a brat who has a habit of snooping around the house. One day she stumbles across her old man's dirty secret: a MASSIVE rubber cock taken straight from a casting of his gigantic dick! The brat's mind runs wild with perverted thoughts. She wants to know how it feels deep inside her tight, pink pussy. What's a brat to do but steal it and begin fucking herself savagely, moaning its owner's name!
A sudden knock on the door, and Kelly is caught spread eagle and balls-deep with her old man's rubber cock, and her punishment, naturally, is a lesson on how a REAL dick fucks! With the man of the house buried deep and her pussy stuffed to the brim, young Kelly never wants the moment to stop… even if it means letting him erupt with load upon load of hot batter deep into her tight twat.
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Kelly burst through the front door, books and laptop in hand, as she did every of high school day.
She was pretty and shapely with an overwhelming curiosity for life, and what it held for her. She climbed the stairs to her room and saw something peculiar. Her mother and step father's door was closed. They never closed it, even during the night. She knew, she heard their lovemaking many times.
John, her step father, had married her mother when she was little more than three. He had always been good to both of them. She never knew, or met her biological father and didn't care to.
In Kelly's eyes John was her father, he had always been, and she treated him accordingly.
Curious, she set down the objects in her arms and stepped slowly to the door.
She knelt and put her ear softly to the door. She heard muffled laughs and conversation. She pressed her ear even tighter to the door.
She found it hard to make out sentences, but could pick out words if they were loud enough. She heard “cock mold,” then a round of laughter. She recognized the words, but not in this context.
Kelly was confused.
Kelly continued to listen intently over the next 15 minutes and was able to piece together what her parents meant by “cock mold," her face flushed red and she retreated back into her bedroom.
“OK,” she told herself. “Dad made a copy of his cock from a mold.”
She giggled.
She wondered what it looked like. What it was made of. How big it was. Curiosity was too much for Kelly.
She had to see it.
A plan needed to be devised. Kelly changed from her school clothes to something more comfortable. She always changed in front of her mirror. She had no idea why. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders to the floor. She unzipped her skirt and it dropped beside her blouse. Picking both up, she dropped them into her laundry hamper to be dealt with another time. She returned to the mirror.
Her undergarments were a tiny black lace bra with white, low cut cotton panties. She removed these and stared at her naked body in the mirror.
She was small in stature, perhaps five feet, four inches in height, and barely breaking the one-hundred mark on the scale. Her silken, straight, strawberry blond hair fell down her back, just below her shoulders. She had light blue eyes that reflected a clear blue sky. Her long neck curved sensuously into her slender shoulders and arms. Her curves were perfect. They flowed into her hips, where they rounded and made their way to her feet. Her thighs never met, she had a noticeable gap between them at her pelvis.
Above this was a scattering of short, soft, curly pubic hairs, also strawberry blond. In the right light they seemed to disappear. Her breasts were small, only a cup full in an average man's hand, but they stood out pert from her chest, tipped with pink buds that were her nipples, inside a darker aureole the size of a silver dollar. Her ass was hard and shapely, rounded where it should be and sloped proportional to her body. Watching her walking away would get you hard, but watching her coming toward you could drive you mad.
Her face was beautiful by any standard. From her blue eyes to her small, slightly upturned nose, to her full, pink lips. Her skin has flawless. Smooth and tight around her facial bones, with a classic beauty. Dark eyelashes and a thin, fit body.
Her “clique” at school was made up of four other girls of similar beauty, though Kelly was clearly the stand out. They were barraged by boys on a daily basis, all wanting to get one of them naked.
The furthest Kelly had ever gone was to suck a boy's cock until he came all over her small tits. She had never spit or swallowed. The only things that had ever entered her were fingers, hers and a boys, but with one boy who had driven his fingers in so deep that she felt a sharp pain. As she cleaned up afterward she noticed blood spotting the Kleenex.
“Am I still a virgin?” She asked herself.
She was smart enough to know that this brute had torn her hymen, so, technically, she wasn't a virgin, she thought, then she changed her mind right there and then.
I am a virgin. Until I take a cock inside me I'll be a virgin.
This definition was now absolute.
She put herself into a pair of loose, white fleece pants that hung to her ankles and an oversized blue and white t-shirt with her school's football logo. She lay on her bed, belly against the mattress, her fleece pants falling in and around her tight ass.
She opened her laptop and started searching for “cock molds”. Nearly all of the results were for dildos.
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Kelly ate in her room. After what she had heard at her parent's bedroom door, the thought of sitting in the same room with her mother and father made her a little uncomfortable. She was sure she would blush. She made a quick salad and went back to her room.
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Kelly spent the rest of the night watching girls fuck themselves with dildos on YouPorn, browsed Facebook and chatted with her friends for a bit.
She shut everything down, turned off the lights and slid under the covers. Her mind was still fixed on the mold of her father's cock. She knew she could just go to an adult toy store and choose whatever she wanted, but none of them would be daddy.
And that was the only thing she wanted.
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Kelly's iPhone blasted out an alarm clock tune. She rolled out of her bed, the morning light shining through her windows. She headed to her bathroom, showered, completed her morning routine and put on a new set of school clothes. She was good to go.
At school the first thing she told her friends was that her mother had a cock mold of her father. They all giggled, laughed, exchanged sharp jokes, then all the girls waited for Kelly's next words.
“I'm going to find it,” Kelly told her friends, her face flushed with excitement.
“Really?” Janet piped up.
Janet was Kelly's closest friend. They had known each other since kindergarten.
“Then what?” The girl's giggled, anticipating Kelly's reply.
“I don't know.”
Kelly's face was red, her light skin did nothing to hide this.
“Are you going to use it?” Her friend Taylor asked ominously.
“Of course she's going to use it, bitch," Janet told Taylor playfully. “Her dad's hot. I'd do him.”
Shocked laughter broke out from the girls.
“I don't know,” Kelly said in a pensive voice. “I watched some YouPorn videos last night.”
She left it at that.
&nbs
p; “Slut,” Janet blurted. ”Why didn't you text me and we could have Skype'd them together?”
Another round of laughter and playful name calling ensued.
“What if it's too big for me?” Kelly asked timidly.
“You better hope it's too big for you,” Christa told her laughing.
She was a good friend from school.
“If it just slides in like a popsicle, what good is that?”
A small debate weighing the pro's and con's broke out. They all giggled madly.
“Ok, shut up skanks,” Janet broke the debate. “Find it first, then decide what you're going to do with it. Do you know where it is?”
“I thought I heard the dresser drawer open and close. It's an antique and it's loud,” Kelly told her listeners.
“Here's what you do: skip last period, go home and get it. Your parents won't be home for hours so you'll have the place to yourself,” Janet explained.
“OK,” Kelly replied in less than a confident voice. “I'll do it.”
All the girls gave her words of support in this endeavor.
The bell sounded for class and the girls joined the masses entering the school.
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Kelly found herself at home, alone. She had skipped last period and took a cab home. She was still in her school clothes, just in case, when she nervously made her way into her parent's bedroom.
She stared at the lower drawer of the old dresser. It screamed as she opened it. That wood on wood scream you only get from old furniture.
The hairs on the back of Kelly's neck rose as an explosion of adrenaline coursed through her body.
She continued to open the drawer, more slowly this time. The scream of wood on wood became a scratch. The drawer was only half open when Kelly pushed her slender hand and arm into the blackness of the drawer's interior.
She worked only by feel now. She felt books. They were thin, probably baby books. There were boxes of differing sizes. Then, far in the back, at the end of her reach, her hand closed around a hard, but giving piece of rubber. She pulled it out, careful not to disturb the contents of the drawer.
There it was. It was a cock with balls, flesh colored, made entirely of smooth, firm rubber.
Like a thief, she ran to her room and wrapped it in an old T-shirt, then hid it under her bed. She was perspiring and breathing hard. She would get used to the adrenaline rush over the next few days.
She waited for night with fear, excitement and anticipation.
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She showered, changed clothes and logged online. She sent Janet an email. It had two words: “Mission accomplished,” followed by a smiling emoticon.
Her mother, then soon after her father, arrived home. This was their usual times. Kelly had practiced talking to them in the mirror, so as not to turn a flushed red. She was happy with the results and went downstairs to greet them.
“Hi, guys,” she told both of them in one phrase.
She wrapped her arms around her mother and gave her a hug, then did the same to her father, perhaps a little too tightly.
“How was work?” she asked, waiting for her father's standard response.
“Same shit, different day,” they both said in unison, illiciting laughter from all three of them.
“John, honey. It's about time for a new catch phrase, don't you think?” her mother asked jokingly.
“How about, 'I got fucked again and didn't even get a kiss first'?” John blurted out.
A huge round of laughter broke out immediately.
“John,” her mother said sternly but with a smile on her face. “That's a good one honey, but I think you should stick with your old material,” Kelly's mother laughed.
“Suit yourself,” Kelly's father quipped.
“Do you want any help with dinner?” Kelly asked.
This surprised no one. Kelly always pitched in on just about everything.
“Sure! Will you make the salad, honey?” Her mother asked.
“Consider it made,” came back Kelly's response.
Her parents gave each other a quizzical look. Kelly was in very good spirits today.
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Dinner consisted of brown rice, a fresh salad and grilled chicken breasts. It didn't matter how late dinner was started, they always ate healthy. Questions and jokes were bantered back and forth during dinner. Again, something they always did.
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Once dinner was over Kelly climbed the stairs back to her room, her mother and father left to load the dishwasher. She knew that her parents would watch TV until 11, lock the doors and shut off the lights, get into bed and be asleep before midnight. This was their weekday routine. Add a half hour if they fucked.
As midnight approached Kelly shut down her laptop, changed into a long, thin nightgown with no panties and laid in bed.
She had retrieved her daddy's cock mold from under the bed. She now had it in her hands. A smile grew across her face as she admired the bulging veins on the thing.
Kelly threw back the comforter on her bed until she was completely uncovered. She sat up and removed her nightgown, then laid back, naked on the bed, an exact replica of her father's manhood held firmly in her hands and a bottle of liquid Vaseline on the floor beside her.
Before she could go any further, her cell phone vibrated with it's standard power tool sound. She looked at it. It was a text from Janet.
“L, going to do it tonight, A,” she texted back.
“A. naked on bed, daddy in my hands. :) L.”
Another text from Janet soon followed.
“L. open ur Skype. Let me watch. A.”
Kelly thought about this. It excited her to have her best friend watch her use “daddy” for the first time.
She didn't text back. Instead, she flipped up the screen on her laptop and opened Skype. Within a few minutes she had the laptop on a chair at the foot of her bed, the webcam aimed squarely at her cunt. With a small headset hanging from her ear, she could talk and listen to Janet.
Janet was naked, sitting at the foot of her bed, legs open. Her well manicured, dark pubic hair outlining her pink cunt lips. She was smiling at Kelly.
Kelly had set her webcam to display Janet full screen, no box inside a box, so Kelly couldn't see herself, only Janet. In her ear, she heard,
“Ready?” Janet's voice was crisp and clear.
“Yeah,” Kelly replied, a tinge of doubt in her voice.
“Got lube?” Janet asked.
“Right here," Kelly held up the large bottle of Vaseline. They both laughed.
“OK. I'm just going to watch and get off for a while," Janet told her.
“Ok, but if something happens, you'll help, right?” Kelly begged.
“Nothings going to happen except you cumming hard," Janet told her with authority. “I'm right here with you, Elle," Janet's nickname for Kelly. Taken from the first letter in her name.
“OK, I'm going to start,” she said with determination. Janet was silent.
Kelly pulled her legs up until her feet lay flat on the bed. She rubbed “daddy” with a generous amount of lube, spread her legs wide then placed its head against her tight, pink cunt lips.
She could see Janet rubbing her clit slowly, her breath growing hard. Kelly pushed with a purpose.
The firm, yet giving rubber of “daddy” slid easily past her cunt lips and partially into her.
“Ohhhhh..," escaped her as the feeling from this large artificial organ made her weaken. Kelly arched her back, heaving her chest upwards towards the ceiling.
Janet mimicked the sound seconds later.
Kelly wasn't watching Janet anymore. Her eyes were turned up to the ceiling, closed. She gave this tree branch between her legs another push, harder this time. It slid deeper into Kelly's vagina, pushing the walls apart. It's girth enormous. A burst of pain mixed with the pleasurable sensations of this act, but only for a moment.
In her mind's eye, she envisioned her daddy's face, hovering over
hers, his hands placed on either side of her shoulders. She started to fuck herself in earnest.
Her free hand traveled up and down her body, her finger tips teasing herself until her skin tightened into goosebumps.
Kelly's lust for her father's cock grew to more than she could handle. She sat up and pressed the base of it against the bed so it was erect and upright. Kelly climbed on top of it, spreading her legs so she was straddling it. She lowered her hips gently until her pussy lips parted to make way for her the always-hard dick.
A wave of pleasure washed over her like a gust of hot hair. Kelly didn't want it to end. She felt, deep down, that this was right and where she wanted to be. She impaled herself deeper, forcing herself to take all of her daddy.
Kelly began to gyrate her hips like a belly dancer, gasping from the pleasure she and her father's cock were giving her. With her daddy still buried deep in her, she began to twerk while twisting her own nipples. Her wimpers grew to moans which grew to roars.
Minute after minute she fucked herself for Janet's viewing pleasure. She could feel herself growing closer to a climax. She closed her eyes tightly and moaned her daddy's name. A moment later her body tensed up, her hips pushed down and felt the veiny cock spread her apart as her pussy clinched hard and orgasmed to her daddy's touch. Kelly's slim body quivered and shook. She was making love to herself with her daddy's touch. She reached down and firmly wrapped her fingers around the beefy organ and began fucking herself senseless.
She began pumping the dildo up and out faster and harder with each stroke. She was taking herself to the edge of what she could withstand.
“Fuuuckkk meeee daddyy!” Kelly screamed aloud. She could hardly believe the words coming from her mouth, but they only turned her on more.
Minute after minute passed of ceasless fucking. Minutes turned to a half hour and Kelly had lost all sense of time. She was completely lost in a sea of lust and love for her daddy's cock.
Suddenly Kelly realized how loud she was being, and decided to pull the mighty pseudo-cock from her body. She got up from the bed and, taking the sheets, she made her way to the bathroom.
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