Punishing the Brats - Taboo 18 Book Bundle: Man of the House, Brat & Fertile First Time Stories

by Candy Quinn

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  It's almost lunch, everything is quiet, Kurt has his rifle prepared and is in his element. The only reason he could probably stand to be around me is because we're out here, he concentrated hard on any prey that might happen to appear. Mom stood next to him, crouched, she tried to look interested but I could see that the hunt was not something that gripped her. "Never underestimate your prey, you never know what might make you its own prey." Kurt said the words in a whisper, he tried to get her in the spirit for it but it was hot and she was clearly impatient.

  "Hon, I might go get lunch ready if that's okay? I don't want to disturb your hunt." Then she looked at me and leaned in in a low voice.

  "Maybe it'll be a chance to bond with your daughter." I saw Kurt twitch at that, I could see he was thinking about fleeing, going with mom to sort out lunch, but the hunt drew his eyes back and he merely nodded. This was another chance for me, all I needed to do was set up the bait properly. As soon as Mom left I took off my shorts and my bra with as little noise as possible. All that was left on me was my black thong and the white tank-top which barely hid my breasts. After a minute passed I moved forward, watched my path was clear of leaves or twigs and approached Kurt in silence. A great chestnut stag appeared in Kurt's sight. I saw him react it took him a moment to look for me to tell me the news. When he took his eyes from the scope of his rifle he noticed me in front of him, a few feet away leaning against a tree. My hands were raised above me against it showing off my pert young, perfect body. My chest heaved, hard nipples poking against the fabric of the tank-top moving up and down. I scrunched my eyes closed and waited.

  "Laura get over here, it's not safe!" He shot out the warning with a whisper. I did my best to look scared, as I swayed toward him, my hips rocking side to side as I watched his eyes drink in the sight of my almost naked body. He struggled to choose between my tits and my pussy while I walked over toward him and when I was close enough I leapt on him, hugging him.

  "I was so scared!" I said, not worrying too much about my voice, the important thing was skin contact. As I held him I rubbed my breasts against him. With one arm he held me and looked to move me, following the motion of his hand I twirled in his grip and ground my ass against his cock instead, my hands on my knees. I played it off as need to be close before moving to my knees in front of him while he held his rifle. That was when my own confident smirk arrived. I could see in his shorts that he was hard and I decided I was going to hold his rifle. My hand rubbed up and down the outline of his erection. Keeping quiet and trying not to startle him. Then I pulled out his cock, hearing his hot breath come out in unsteady heaves. He was torn in concentration, his training not letting him move, but my movements being more than he could handle. I licked the tip of his cock, my tongue washed around the head. His familiar Earthy musk flooded my senses and the pilot light of lust flared up. My hand gripped the base of his cock, the trap was sprung and now that I've gotten my hands on him, there was very little chance I was going to let my prey go. I licked all along his length and moaned appreciatively before I took his head into my mouth again. I sucked lightly on him, my tongue flicking across his tip when I heard him groan with pleasure. It felt so good to hear him start to give in, there was something so satisfying hearing him vocalize the pleasure I gave him. He jerked, he tried and failed to control his hips, but it was clear I was in control. I bobbed down his length, my hand stroked up to meet my mouth and my other caressed his big balls. I popped the head out of my mouth and licked down to his balls, taking one of the musky semen tanks into my mouth and sucking gently, before moving to the other. Kurt moaned a little too loudly and the stag ran off, I licked up his dick to his tip and took him back in my mouth for the last time. Kurt swore in frustration and pleasure as my mouth bobbed up and down furiously, the head of his dick reached the back of my throat and started to breach the entrance to my throat. My mascara smudged as I fought to keep his dick down as far and as long as I could. Then Kurt growled and grabbed my hair.

  He was so close, I knew he had been really close, I could feel him throbbing with need. With relief I felt my stepfather pounce on me, he ripped my panties off, the beast within him raging with a need seated in his crotch. I spread my legs inviting his eyes to my hairless, wet juicy pussy as he moved between my legs. He brushed the tip of his cock against my lips.

  "Fuck me daddy!" I let out a breathy moan of anticipation feeling the length I'd wanted for so long against me, finally, it was going to happen. He growled and thrust. If the tears in my eyes had stopped, they'd started again as my dad took my virginity. He was so big. I flinched, my hips shuddered under the pressure of him pushing inside. I was so wet that after the initial pain it was more uncomfortable than anything I expected. I moaned as his length nestled deep inside me.

  "Fuck you're tight." He growled. It felt so good to have him inside me, to know that I had him if only for a short time. I breathed in as best I could, I heaved in my sweat and my daddy's mingling as our flesh kissed with every thrust. I could see the beast fading from his eyes, a look of concern coming over them as he watched my strained face. There was still some pain with every thrust into my sensitive flesh. He reached down, gathering some wetness where we met and rubbed my clit. I moaned out loudly, my head thrust back. I rocked my hips, my body moving with the rhythm from daddy's thrusts. It was becoming more and more insistent. The pleasure mounted somewhere deep inside, the fire was burning out of control and the pain a distant memory. I gripped his neck, my hands shifted from his shoulders to the back of his head as I pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. It took me by surprise how quickly he was pushing me up, higher than I'd been before, so high I felt like I might shoot out into orbit and not be able to find my way back down. The taste of his saliva, the feel of his hard cock in my needy cunt, the strength of my dad's presence leaning over me and the smell of our mingled sex drove me toward the edge of the universe. Dad lost his rhythm, he jerked once, his hips twitching in and out before I brought my legs around behind him holding him in and he thrust deeper than I thought possible pressing up against my womb as he came. Shot after shot of hot sticky baby-batter filled me up with burning warmth. I couldn't take it anymore and I cried out so loud in orgasmic bliss. The euphoria burned through my brain my fingers gripping anything I could find, his hair, his shoulders as I bucked and shuddered.

  I relaxed, my body fell back to the ground and my dad leaned over me, his hot breath caressing my sensitive skin as he too basked in the after-glow. I could feel his cum inside me, what if I got pregnant? The idea of our next family photo contained my belly swollen with his child, his hand around my shoulder and his face holding an awkward grin while my mom's worried face stood beside him. That… That turned me on so fucking much. I reached up to kiss dad and he reciprocated, for all of a few minutes before he returned to his senses.

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  It was a long ride home. The tension was awkward, not at all what I enjoyed about dad. His normal confident smirk lost in the confused sexual chemistry between us. I missed my dad, I missed the little looks in the mirror that he'd normally give me to show me I'm special. I missed the feel of him, the heat of him, the smell of him and he was literally right in front of me. The pain was more than I wanted to bear. Not the pain of my lost virginity, that just made me feel uncomfortable while walking. But the pain of perhaps having lost my father forever as his eyes refused to meet mine. It ached, all I could do was close my eyes and let the fantasies of daddy and I having a child play out, the world I wanted to live in almost completely out of my reach now. After a while, I opened an eye a slit out of laziness and saw my mom checking on me.

  "She's all tuckered out, I hope she made some memories out there. What did you two get up to, I thought she'd never call you 'daddy'?" Mom said, playfully. But dad just grunted, his mind concentrated on the road, at least so it seemed. I watched as mom reached over her hand on his knee, then creeping up leg toward his hardness.

  "Oh what have we here? After y
ou have a shower when we get back, momma's gonna make it all better." She whispered. Really, mother-son play? Gross! But a plan began to form in the back of my mind, it was clear that if mom just saying 'daddy' to him got him hard, that I still had a chance, I just had one more shot at my prey.

  It was late, we'd just arrived home and I'd rushed to the bathroom. I quickly flushed the toilet and shut the door before sneaking into the linen closet. I watched and waited, biding my time. Finally I heard the reluctant footsteps of dad approaching the bathroom, he opened the door and threw off his clothes. My heart raced, breath catching as I watched his beautiful naked body again. Dad turned on the shower and then locked the door, not wanting any unwanted visitors. I quickly got undressed. The trap was a success, he was so vulnerable and I had him locked and naked in the shower. I opened the linen closet quietly, and moved out, the shower steam building up but I could clearly see Kurt's frame leaning against the shower wall. Hand over his face. I opened the shower door and saw him flinch and droop. He knew I was here now. He didn't even fight as my fingers traced down his back, just shivered in anticipation. My hardened nipples pressed right up against his broad back, while my hand reached around and down to his hardness.

  "What the fuck are you doing to me?" He growled out loud as I stroked his beautiful, long meaty dick. I stroked up and down him my tongue laving up and down his big, strong, back. I loved the taste of him, the smell of him. I wanted everything I could get of him.

  "I love you so much daddy." I moaned out into his ear. I breathed on his neck, licking down his back as I stroked harder and faster. I could feel him shivering, trying to comprehend the pleasure his daughter was giving him with just her hand. I twisted my hand up and down my other rubbing my palm his tip in circles. He reacted really strongly to that, bucking his hips towards me with need. I dropped the hand rubbing his tip to his balls and fondled them lovingly, finger tracing along his sensitive taint and pressing in just underneath his balls to stimulate his prostate through the pressure applied there. He jerked in my hands groaning loudly and I'd waited long enough.

  "Oh fuck." He couldn't keep his voice in as I dropped to my knees and slid between his legs. I turned and brought his length between my plush lips. My tongue played underneath his tip. I'd grown familiar with the places he liked being licked. I could only imagine what dad must be thinking, his-own daughter giving him such pleasure he couldn't hold back his voice, couldn't stop his body from bucking at me. I pulled back, only my tongue on his tip as I stroked him furiously. I moved my other hand back to his big balls and I let the water wash over me, taking all the sweat and scent of my dad and washing it over me as I kneeled under him stroking his length. Oh my fucking gawd so fucking good! I want him all to myself, I want him to know I was better than mom, that I could bring him greater pleasure, that I could bear him children and love him just as much. I brought the tip back into my mouth and moaned, the vibration making him grumble and just hearing him, feeling him knowing he was feeling undeniable pleasure from me, that I was giving him that pleasure brought me so much pleasure I never wanted anyone else in my life.

  Then dad had had enough. He growled and grabbed my hair, I squealed in surprise as he pulled me up and turned me around, shoving me against the wall. My legs spread and my ass pushed out against him, his cock pressing against the lips of my needy pussy I turned back to look him in the eye, the first time he'd met my gaze since we fucked in the forest and I could see that beastly need in there.

  "Fuck me daddy." I said, breathy voice pleading with him. He grunted, moving his cock closer and I leaned into the wall, my nipples pressing hard against the wall, and reached behind me to spread my tight ass for his big rod. Then he pressed against me, rubbing up and down my wet, juicy pussy teasing my clit with his head and I moaned out loud. Then he pressed in, his thick cock pressing ever further inside. I felt the breath almost leave me as he bottomed out, his abs squishing against my tight ass. Then he pulled back, thrusting me again into the wall, my nipples flicked against the wall as I rubbed against it. He thrust more and more insistently pushing my ass further and further flush to the wall. Now every time he thrust I could grind my clit against the wall. The steam billowed around us, climbing up my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. A small orgasm shook me when his rhythm picked up, I just couldn't handle his long cock rubbing up against the walls of my pussy, my nipples and clit grinding against the wall. I thrust back out, my legs shaky as I rocked my hips again and again toward his pleasure giver. Dad gripped my ass, I loved the feel of his firm, big, strong hands holding me, guiding me toward his dick. The tempo increased as dad entered the home-stretch of our fucking. Minutes had passed and I couldn't describe it, it was like everything was perfect, the smell, the feel, the sound of our naked bodies writhing in the running shower. The sensation of his insistent cock always coming back for more of my hot, tight pussy was driving me wild, but what got me the most was his grunting, hot breath in my ear in-between the kisses he planted on my neck. I wanted him to mark me, I wanted him to leave marks for everyone to see on my neck.

  "Fuck I'm gonna cum!" That was all I needed to hear from him. The pure idea of that seed filling me was everything I looked forward to. The pleasure of a second orgasm overwhelming my body, my hands gripping the wall as my pussy clenched down around him. He grunted jerking his hips once, twice and the third time shoving so deep inside me his balls slapped against my clit and the hot seed spurting out sending me immediately into a big giant rolling orgasm. That left me a shuddering mess as I slid down the wall.

  Life was hot, it was long, everyone was satisfied. I cradled my swollen belly and smiled at Daddy, mom was in the other room, but that hardly stopped daddy anymore. He grinned at me, his hard cock pressed against my red, needy pussy. He kissed the nape of my neck and caressed my big swollen breasts, tweaking my nipples until I threw my head to the side, my eyes rolling back in lazy bliss. There wasn't much to complain about and having my daddy's cock enter my pregnant pussy was certainly not something I was going to complain about. He was strong, smart and kind. There's no one other than my daddy, than I'd want to be my baby's daddy.

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  Cecilia Lawrence is a Melbourne based graduate with a bachelor's degree in Philosophy. When she isn't reading through racy romance novels, she's cycling to work thinking about ways to write them naughtier.

  See all my latest works at www.irresistibletaboo.com

  13

  Tongue Tied

  By Delaney Jane

  Greg was running late. This wasn’t unusual. Greg’s job called him at all hours, and it was a cold day in hell that he didn’t answer. Still, tonight was supposed to be a special evening; it was Valentine’s Day. He’d planned the whole evening; home early, nice dinner together, maybe a movie, then some candlelight and Barry White style making out. It was intended to be a pseudo romantic break from the constant pull of working for AAA Contracting, so called to place it first in the phone book when its proprietor, and Greg’s boss, Mitchel Warren named it twenty years previous. I was still hustling about the kitchen, despite his delay. The roast wasn’t going to cook itself. Still, I kept the heat low. There was nothing I despised more than an overcooked roast.

  Mitchell kept Greg on constant call, so much so that my husband, Greg Douglas was the familiar face to all who worked with AAA Contracting. He was the face and the name people connected to the work they did, and with Greg at its helm, they always did good work. Sadly, Greg saw little reward for AAA’s success.

  I stood by the kitchen counter, holding the envelope in my hand, tapping it against the counter, then finally clutching it to my chest. They’d approved his loan. We’d been waiting weeks to hear back, Greg fantasizing about the exact speech he would deliver when he told the old fart to go fuck himself. He could afford a truck now, his own gear, licenses, all of it. He could go out on his own, and quit working for the thunderous bitch that Mitchell Warren had become.

  Yet, Greg wasn’t here to celebrate. I couldn’t
wait to tell him the news.

  He snuck in the front door two hours late. I heard the hush and click of the door and turned the oven up to full power. Dinner would be ready soon. He slinked into the kitchen as I turned to snatch the envelope from the counter.

  “I’m so fucking sorry, baby,” he said, rushing me at the stove, wrapping his arms around my waist to squeeze me, lifting me onto my tip toes. The envelope flitted from my fingers, dropping to the floor at my feet. He smelled of wood shavings and sweat, as he always did.

  “How are we looking for time?”

  “Supper should be done in about twenty. Roast is almost perfect.”

  He rooted into the crook of my neck, making puckering noises. “Beautiful! That’s just enough time for a pre-shag, wouldn’t you say?”