Just then I felt something break inside me.
"Whoops, there goes your cherry," laughed Danny, momentarily pulling his big cock from my mound to examine the bloody evidence.
"I guess you weren't lying. Good girl," said Danny as he entered me again, continuing to plow into my cunt.
This time it felt much better. In fact, it felt fucking fantastic. With each furious thrust, I craved Danny's cock more and more. My mind was urging -- no, begging him to fuck me -- harder... faster... deeper. This was the most pleasure I had experienced at one time, ever.
I didn't want Danny to stop, but pretty soon biology kicked in. He grunted loudly, unleashing a gushing stream of hot seed deep inside me. He pounded my formerly innocent pussy into sublime submission a final few times before collapsing on top of me.
Danny's rock hard cock was still inside me as I came, screaming out his name so he would know I'd liked it. I couldn't wait 'til the next time he decided to fill me up.
I didn't have to wait for long.
Danny sat up, pulling his sticky, still-engorged member from my mound and untied my limbs. He gathered me into his arms, my chest cradling his as he carried me out of my bedroom and into his.
When we reached the comfort of his sheets, Danny drew me close, his cock pressing into my backside in a delightful tease. He wrapped his arms around my front, fondling my breasts as he whispered into my ear.
"You're my little whore now," he said as he rubbed his shaft against my slit, seeking clearance to enter.
I positioned my thighs so that my legs opened up, then reached behind my back and grabbed onto Danny's cock. Hungrily, greedily, I slid Danny's shaft between my legs, then up inside me. My pussy was so tight on Danny's cock having him in me like this. I felt myself drift off into a dream world as he slowly rocked my hot, damp pussy.
It took Danny much longer to cum this time, but I didn't mind. I was relishing every moment of the sex-drugged state he was fucking me into. When Danny finally let go deep inside me, it felt so primal. We fell asleep with him still inside me.
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When I awoke, Danny wasn't there, but I wasn't tied down or anything, so I decided to take a bath. My body smelled and dripped of sex -- I almost didn't want to wash away the memory of what a fantastic evening I'd had. I was supposed to meet my aunt later for lunch, however -- first time in years -- so as sad as it made me, I knew I had to get the scent of Danny off me.
As I cleaned the cum out of my super sore pussy, I wondered what I'd tell my aunt when she asked if there were any men in my life.
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Keeping His Bed Warm
My mom and stepdad had finally called it quits. They hadn't had a happy marriage for years, so their breakup was long overdue. At least in my opinion. Mom and Paul, on the other hand, had been slow to admit failure after eleven years together. Not wanting to throw in the towel after that kind of investment I can understand; however, there comes a point when it's no longer good for anyone to live in such misery.
Although I was tight with my mom when I was a little girl, as I grew older, our closeness waned. She seemed to have a real problem with me becoming an independent woman, no longer a child she could coddle and control. And when I started to show signs of not just embracing but enjoying my sexuality, that really drove her up a wall.
The bond I have with Paul is like night and day to the one that I have with my mom. I've always been his favorite girl, and it's still the case today. He spoiled me when I was a kid and was always there for me as I grew older. Unlike my mother, he actually seemed proud to have me blossom into a vivacious young woman.
Naturally, I found it easier to take his side in his ongoing battle with my mom. He'd been a good partner, but my mom simply never appreciated him. I always got the impression that while Paul was a very friendly, very affectionate, and, probably, very horny man, my mother was more of a cold fish. Her mom -- my grandma -- was also like that, so I suppose it just came naturally.
And now, finally, they'd separated. Paul had moved out of the house a few weeks ago and was living at the Four Seasons. But it was getting costly, I'm sure, and he had to be lonely. He had his eye on this apartment by the beach, but it wasn't going to be available for two more months. So, in the meantime, I insisted he come stay with me.
Paul tried to resist, claiming he didn't want to be a burden or cramp my style, but I assured him that he was only being silly. I wanted to be there for him like he'd been for me while I was growing up.
Little did I know, I would end up "being there for him" in more ways than one...
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Our first night living together, Paul and I were sitting around eating pizza when I couldn't help but strike up a conversation about him and Mom.
"I've been wondering for awhile, Daddy, but had always been too nervous to ask..." I started.
"You know you can talk to be about anything, Princess," replied Paul between bites of his pizza.
"Okay, good," I said with a sigh of relief. I looked at his handsome face and smiled, and he did the same.
"I always wondered... I always wondered what kind of sex life you and Mom had," I said bluntly.
"It couldn't have been good... could it?"
"To be honest, Abby... no," he answered.
"Your mother's got a beautiful body for sure, being a model when I first met her and all. But just because someone's got the goods doesn't mean they'll know how -- or be willing, in your mother's case -- to use them."
"So you didn't do it very much?" I asked, surprised by my own brazenness.
"No, not anywhere close to the amount I would have liked," responded Paul.
"What about when you were first together, when you were younger?" I probed.
"Even then, things were pretty bad," he admitted.
"Mom just wasn't feeling it?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
I wasn't surprised to hear this news, and in all honesty, it made me rather gleeful. I was pretty happy to hear that a stud like Paul had never found true sexual satisfaction with my mother, because for years I'd fantasized about him going to bed with me. In my dreams, Paul wanted -- no, needed me -- not my cold dead fish of a mom.
Considering their shitty sex life, I couldn't help but ask, "Did you ever cheat?"
Paul squirmed a bit in his seat before quietly admitting, "Yes, a few times."
"Did Mom know? Did she ever find out?" I inquired boldly.
"Yes, she knew. We would get into some real battles whenever she caught me, but eventually, I think she grew to accept it. I had to get sex from somewhere, Pumpkin."
"I can understand that," I said sympathetically.
"You can?" said Paul.
"Yeah, I can. Mom just doesn't understand that men are very sexual creatures."
I took a sip of my soda before looking my him straight in the eye.
"Especially you."
I had thought this about Paul for a long time, that he was a real sexual animal... that all his sensuality had been wasted on my mother. My mom never knew how good she had it, what with Paul's rugged good looks and sheer, unadulterated manliness.
Paul blushed and shot me a sly smile. I think he was getting a real kick out of what I was implying.
"Yeah, Abby, you've got me. I've always had quite the libido," he confirmed.
Hearing him say this excited me so much. This man, whom I worship, just admitted to having an insatiable libido! And now that he was single again and away from my mom, I bet he was raring to go more than ever...
Suddenly, I realized it was getting late.
"Shit, Daddy, I've got to get ready for my date!"
All of this engrossing conversation had almost made me forget I was supposed to be going out with Trevor that night.
I reluctantly excused myself; it was incredibly hard to tear myself away from Paul and his sexy revelations. Talking with him had gotten me all worked up, and I soon realized that I was horny as
fuck.
Hopefully Trevor would be able to lend a hand (or cock) to remedy the situation.
"Have fun, hon," he called as I left, the warmest of smiles spread across his sexy, luscious lips.
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Several hours later, after a disappointing night out with Trevor, I returned home. I made sure to let myself in quietly so I wouldn't disturb Paul, but then I noticed there was a stream of light coming from his bedroom door, which had been left slightly open.
I guess he's still awake... I wonder what he's doing up so late? I thought.
I decided I was going to find out. I crept over to his room quiet as a mouse, thinking he might have fallen asleep with the lights on by accident. But when I peered into the guest bedroom through the slit in the door, I could see Paul was up... in both senses of the word. He was sitting up in bed, one hand clutching a Playboy and the other wrapped around his very erect cock!
Watching my daddy pleasure himself right before my eyes was insanely hot. I could hardly believe how lucky I was in this moment to have caught him doing something that was so primal and raw.
I stood there without saying a word, spying on him as if I were a peeping Tom. He'd been in my thoughts all night when I was on my date, and now here he was before me, furiously masturbating!
Paul's naked body was even sexier than I'd imagined -- absolutely chiseled to perfection. I couldn't help but stand in awe of his cock; it was definitely the biggest I had ever seen, even rivaling the ones found in porn.
And now here it was all rigid and engorged, his fingers hugging his shaft as he massaged it intently, eyes glued to the tits on his page. I could feel my whole body beginning to heat up and my pussy growing wet as I stared at the incredible sight of my daddy playing with himself.
I was desperate to slide a hand under my skirt and start playing with myself, too, but I was scared that I would enjoy myself too much, moan too loud and be noticed. If Paul caught me in the act, it would surely stop his, and that's the last thing I wanted right now!
Paul was rubbing himself at a slower pace now, really taking time to run his hand up and down the full length of his cock. I could see the glisten of pre-cum beginning to dribble out of his pulsing prick.
Oh my god, this was absolute torture to watch.
I decided I just couldn't take it anymore and brought a hand down in between my legs. I must've been diddling myself a little too vigorously or maybe Paul heard my strained breathing, because just then he perked up, wondering if he'd heard something.
Shit, what should I do? I thought to myself.
Should I try to sneak away quietly and leave him to finish his business? Or should I show him that I have balls, too, and make myself known?
I decided to go with the latter, throwing the door open so he could see me standing there.
"So this is what you do when you've got the house to yourself," I teased as he stared at me, frozen in shock.
I walked into the room as if nothing were amiss and watched him quickly shove his magazine under the bed. He also removed his hand from his cock, providing me with an awesome close-up.
"Wow, Mom must've been crazy to let a thing like that go to waste," I stated, my pussy now burning even hotter than before.
Paul smirked.
"The bigger the dick, the bigger the burden in her eyes," he said sadly.
"If I ever got the chance to be around a cock like that, I'd fuck it every chance I got," I announced, not sorry at all for letting him know how much I appreciated his massive member.
I watched as a flash of renewed horniness swept across Paul's face, which he quickly shook away. Probably too embarrassed to admit that his former stepdaughter was turning him on with her naughty talk.
"What are you doing home anyway, honey?" he asked, his dick now soft, but still massive. I'd said earlier that I'd most likely be spending the night at Trevor's.
"Oh, the date went pretty shitty," I explained.
"After we saw some lame action flick that Trevor wanted to see, we went back to his house, where he proceeded to get drunk, when what I really wanted to do was fuck. But Trevor was too wasted to get it up."
"I see," said Paul.
"Our conversation from before had me really in the mood, but it was clear I wasn't going to get what I needed from Trevor, so I left."
Paul looked at me with a half amazed, half surprised expression on his face. I think he was taken aback by my candor on my inability to get pounded.
Paul cleared his throat and changed the subject.
"Well, I'm sorry you came home and had to see me like this," he said with a concerned look on his face.
"Oh, Daddy... There's no reason to feel embarrassed. I'm only sorry that I interrupted you," I said as I took a hold of his hand and used mine to wrap his around his cock.
Paul looked a little stunned that I had done that, but I assured him, "Go on, Daddy, keep stroking it. I want to see you finish."
I grabbed the Playboy from under the bed and opened it to the page that was dog-eared. On it was a picture of a gorgeous busty blonde, lying on her back with her legs spread-eagle. Her hands were cupping her giant tits while her bare pussy lie there, glossy and exposed.
"Is this how you prefer your pussies, Daddy? Bare like a Bunny's?" I asked.
"No, not particularly," he answered.
"Good, because I don't shave mine," I told him, any inhibitions now gone.
"It makes me feel like more of a woman to keep things au naturel down there."
I shot Paul a devilish grin.
"Would you like to see it Daddy?" I asked him innocently.
"Um-- uh--" he stammered.
"It's okay, Daddy. It won't bite. Well, unless you want it to..." I said with a laugh.
"But... but... you're my stepdaughter, Abby," Paul said, protesting lamely. His cock, on the other hand, was clearly ready to go, swollen once again and beginning to throb against his thigh.
"Ex-stepdaughter," I reminded him.
"Anyways, who cares? We're both adults, and it's clear we're both very horny..."
I took the magazine from the bed and tossed it aside on a chair.
"Instead of looking at some 2-D fantasy, why don't you look at me, the real thing. We can beat off together," I proposed as I looked at his cock with longing.
"How about it, Daddy?"
Paul still looked a bit like a deer in headlights. It was time to be bold.
"I'm going to start taking my clothes off now; stop me if you don't want me to..."
I could feel the heat from his stare penetrating every part of my body as I removed my clothes, Daddy gazing at me with lust all the while. He was beginning to stroke that big, beautiful cock of his as I made my way over to the chair, piling my clothes on top of the Playboy.
I took hold of my tits and massaged them suggestively in front of him.
"Do you like my titties, Daddy?" I asked, leaning down to lick a nipple like a naughty little minx.
A small smile crept across his face.
"Yes, yes I do..." he managed to say.
Given my age, my tits no doubt had to be nicer than Mom's, and it gave me a sense of deep satisfaction knowing that. I started to smooth my hands down the length of my tight torso.
"What about my bush?" I asked when my hands reached my pussy.
"Do you like that, too?"
I spread my legs wide so that he good get a good view of my cunt. I flashed him a wicked smile as he stared at my crotch intently.
"Wanna see what I've got hiding inside?" I asked as I ran my fingers through my chestnut colored muff and pulled back my vulva.
I watched Paul's mouth drop open as I revealed my raw, pink pussy. God, how I loved showing it off for him!
"Do you think it's pretty, Daddy? Prettier than Mom's?" I couldn't help but scan his face as I held my legs wide open for him.
"I wouldn't know," he confessed.
"That cold bitch always insisted on doing it in the dark."
Jesus
! My daddy sure had a lot of pent-up resentment towards Mom.
"But your pussy is... well, it's just wonderful... a real work of art."
"So's your cock, Daddy," I couldn't help but chime in, admiring it. It certainly was the biggest, girthiest, most perfect cock I'd ever seen.
As I stared at Paul's cock, I couldn't help but think of all the women he'd cheated with sucking it. How lucky they were to have been able to taste him, feel him, enjoy him... even if only for a night.
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