Rough Daddy Dirty
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“You always say you're too tired- You're having an affair, admit it!” she accused, her voice shrill piercing through the big empty house.
“I've told you a thousand times, I've never cheated on you. You're so paranoid it drives me crazy. I wish I could say I did, if just to end this madness!” John said.
I heard a loud crash, evidently her mother was breaking things again.
I don’t know if Alivia stayed by her boyfriend this often to avoid the constant quarrels of her mother and step-dad or was it that she enjoyed being around her new boyfriend that much.
Things weren’t this bad between Big John and her mom last year. He is a pretty kosher dad if you ask me. We had become even closer buddies this summer since Alivia was hardly ever home. I wanted to put my headphones in, to try to block it all out, but I couldn't. No matter how many times I'd heard her mother lose it, I felt like I had to be a witness, in case things really got out of hand since Alivia wasn’t there.
“You can't speak to me that way- I want you out of my house!” her mother screeched.
John's only answer was the sound his feet made as he stomped out of the room and down the stairs. I knew from experience her mom would calm down if she was left on her own, but I was worried about Big John.
I’ve known Alivia almost all my life and of the many men who'd stayed with her mom since I was a kid, he was by far the most dependable. I hopped out of bed and sneaked downstairs, so her mom wouldn't hear me. I heard the sound of the garage door opening and closing. I slipped on my shoes and sneaked out to see how Johnny was doing. As I opened the door the first thing I noticed was the smell of smoke. He had on a white sleeveless shirt, his big biceps looking like a superhero’s sculpted out of stone as he paced back and forth.
I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about Big John in ways that I shouldn’t. My mind would fantasize about him all the time, but no way would I ever let him know, it’s too risky, too embarrassing. He was my best friend’s step-dad, he was too close, he was off-limit, forbidden and I didn’t want to risk losing my best friend’s friendship. I knew we couldn’t cross that line.
Furthermore, I knew he had no interest in me because once John had accidentally seen me totally naked in the shower, I was ready and willing but he didn’t bat an eye, so I kept my lust my little secret. But if ever I were to get the chance to find out if he was truly a ‘Big John’ it would be my deepest darkest fantasy coming through. Fucking my best friend’s step-dad.
“Wow, you must really be upset, huh?” I said, pointing at the cigarette in his hand. He paused in mid stride to stare at me looming in the doorway.
“Can I come in?” I asked. He nodded then went right back to pacing and puffing. I had grown to be quite comfortable around John but I doubt he could see my nipples through my thin top anyway because of the poor lighting in the garage.
CHAPTER 2
“Yes,” he said, “I'm officially smoking again, as of right now.”
I walked in and sat down on an old packing trunk. I kept my eyes on him, trying to judge how upset he was, I think I might have gotten lost in his eyes a little too long. I tried to rip my gaze away from his emerald eyes but it only landed on his perfectly chiseled jawline, days old regrowth of stubble looking hot and sexy. John was a big, burly, rough man but had the sweetest heart. My eyes lingered at his delicious lips as he blew out a train of smoke from between them.
“I don't blame you- I'm sorry. She's really bad tonight isn't she?” I asked.
He turned to face me. Neither of us ever said anything mean about Alivia’s mom in front of each other, it was an unspoken rule. His green eyes softened as they fixed on my face. He was thoughtful, selecting his words carefully.
“I don't think I can stand it here anymore, Kimmy,” he said. I nodded. I felt my chest constricting.
“I don't blame you, I'm surprised you stayed this long,” I tried to sound calm. John came closer, he was at least a foot and a half taller than me and he landed his hefty hand on my shoulder causing me to slump a little from its weight. As my tiny body made a conscious effort to not be crushed under the weight of his hand lodged on my shoulder, it was then my mind flashed to something again, how large John was, and I wondered about his size in his boxers. It was a dirty thought, one that I shouldn’t even have and I tried to chase it away as I always do, shove it into the dark naughty corner of my corrupted mind.
“Alivia is making enough money to live on her own, she’ll move out too. I know she hates it here. It can't be healthy for her here either,” he said. I couldn't speak clearly. I hid my face behind my auburn curly hair so he couldn't see the tears in my eyes. John large hand patted me awkwardly, his hands heavy on my back.
“Are you worried about me abandoning Alivia’s mom like all them other guys before? You know you got to live your own life, right sweetie.” I didn’t answer. “Look I'll make you a deal: if Alivia moves out, I'll stay with her mother a little while longer and that way you don't have to feel so bad...”
I cut him off.
“No you won't! I won't let you - you don't deserve this,” I said. My face caught the light, he saw the tears. He dropped his cigarette from between his fingers, crushed it on the floor, bent down and kissed my forehead, offering me comfort and reassurance.
His lips felt soft as they brushed against my skin. I felt a strange tingle pass through me. It was like a light being switched on. I blurted my next words without thinking.
“John...If I moved out with you, us together--she'd kill us both, wouldn't she?”
We laughed nervously.
“Wait a minute, what exactly are you trying to say?” John asked, backing away from me.
I looked in his eyes, confused. I had a sudden inkling of something. A secret in him I'd never, ever, suspected before.
“Why, what did you think I meant?” I asked.
He took out another cigarette, lit it and started pacing again.
CHAPTER 3
“You know I'd be happy to have you around but since I'm your best friend’s dad- so … uhm … it would look pretty weird, sort of …,” he said, “me being nearly twice your age and all.”
“I know all that, I'm not stupid. What I don't understand is why you're acting like you're scared of me- what’s bothering you so much about what I said?”
I got up and stood in his path. He stopped in front of me.
“Never mind, I was confused about what you meant, that’s all.
He was avoiding my eyes. I spoke softly to him, trying to calm him down.
“I’ll admit, I'm scared to move out on my own. I'm scared to face Alivia and tell her I want to move out with you. You've been so good to both of us, so I think it makes sense, me wanting to escape with you,” I said in a weak attempt to hide my real intentions. His face reacted with an uncomfortable mix of disappointment and relief.
“I understand. I was thinking something crazy. We shouldn't even be talking about it anyway. Especially in our state, we're both flustered so I'm sure neither of us are thinking straight,” he said.
I knew he was holding something else back, I could tell I was on the verge of pulling something out of him. I couldn't help myself from pressing him further.
“I'll stop talking about it as soon as you tell me why it makes you so uncomfortable. Personally, I think it's a nice, happy ending fantasy.”
It happened before I saw it coming.
John kissed me passionately on the lips. I was too shocked to react. To kiss back. To grab hold of his strong arms and shove my tongue in his mouth. After a few moments he broke it off and stepped back, waiting for my response while I stood there trying to absorb what had happened.
“Oh,” I said. My head was spinning. I knew that he wasn't just fooling around. I reached over and squeezed his large hands.
“So, um, she's sort of right, isn't she? You are interested in someone else after all,” I said.
He nodded.
“I wish you hadn't forced me to admit it,”
he said.
I was awash with strange sensations. I know I shouldn’t fuck Alivia’s father but god damn, he was a sweet walking temptation.
“It's okay. I'm not going to freak out or tell Alivia’s mom. I don't think I mind at all, actually,” I said trying to be cool and not give away need for him deep within me. His large hands reached out to take me by my thin shoulders, his eyes searched my innocent face.
“Would you freak out if I kissed you again?” he asked.
I felt like I was in a dream of pure bliss.
CHAPTER 4
I couldn’t stand it anymore, couldn’t hold back. I lunged forward for his lips. My lips met his for the second time. I felt a warm flush over my whole body. I melted in his arms, his hands held me tight, pulling me into his muscular chest. I closed my eyes and kissed him back, I felt him shudder against me. My arms snaked around him, my fingertips dug into the muscles in his back.
One of John's hands slid down to squeeze my left breast. My breasts were small and his hand covered it completely as his thick fingers groped and tug on the flesh of my breast through my blouse material.
There was heat between us, electricity crackled. I opened my lips and let my tongue dance against his. His hips jutted forward, I felt something stiff and huge pressed up against thin fabric of my shorts—his hunger was making me ache inside. I remembered there was some camping stuff in the corner, a foam mattress and a pair of sleeping bags. I briefly disengaged myself to grab them.
John stood there open-mouthed while I made a little pallet on the floor. I motioned him to lie down with me. He stood there looking at me in astonishment.
“What? You're not still afraid are you?” I teased. “Come on,” I motioned for him to com over, “I don’t bite . . . well, only if you want me to.”
We both smiled as John lowered himself. He watched me carefully as I wrapped myself around him.
“I didn't think, that is, I didn't expect—are you sure?”
I answered him by climbing on top of him and rubbing my crotch against his obvious hard-on. His breath hitched in his throat for a moment before he reached his hands around to squeeze my cheeks, in rhythm with the motions of my hips. John kissed and sucked on the side of my neck while I dry-humped his massive bulge. My breath was coming out in little gasps, the friction was sending little shock-waves through me. I felt his hunger increasing.
His hips began to thrust up against my tingling centre, while his hands moved down to massage the insides of my thighs. I let my weight shift to one side, he followed my movement. I slid to the floor on my back, pulling his massive body on top of me. I undid his fly while he began to strip me of my sleep shorts. We kicked off our shoes in a rush. I lifted my hips so he could pull my shorts off.
They were still hanging from one ankle as I slid his pants and boxers down his waist. My mouth drooled when I saw how thick his cock was that sprang out his boxers. Big John’s cock was massive by every measure. Length and girth. Roped with veins and straining powerfully up against his belly, almost touching his navel. It was a marvelous cock. His hand reached down between my legs, his thick fingers could feel how desperately wet I already was. At the last moment, he seemed to hesitate. I spread my knees wide and pulled him by his hips, encouraging his entry. Wanting his cock.
He tried to fit it into my young soppy cunt but it wouldn’t fit. I knew I was more than wet enough, it was his size that was the problem. He pierced into me with much needed concentration and power to enter, I could feel a pop on his first entry, my mouth flew open and I sucked in air and held my breath, he gasped as the head of his massive cock entered my young vagina. I felt every inch of him as he made his way into me, forcing apart my walls, his cock going deeper and deeper into my narrow wet cunt and I grit my teeth and thrash my head side to side. He slid partway inside, his eyes closed as he groaned at the feel of my tight cunt. I could feel his throbbing thickness, slowly spreading me open from the inside. I was amazed by how well his swollen size filled me. His thrusts were gentle. I felt my hips undulating against his, making the most of his minimal movements. All at once he let his hips fall, his cock sank all the way into me, I gasped and yelped sharply and he taped his massive hand over my mouth to silence me.
I'd never felt anything so deep in me before, I was amazed by how intense it felt, so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from screaming again, my screams remaining trapped beneath his hand, unable to escape. My insides were pulsing as my John pushed into my core. I felt him tickling the very back of my walls. My muscles were spasming, squeezing him, holding him deep within my depths. I felt a heat growing in my loin, deepening in my core, about to take possession of my entire being.
“Please...don't stop fucking me...I've never felt anything like... ugh .. ugh … I'm going to...” I whispered, in awe.
John's face was strained as he stared down at my surrender, my young petite body totally dominated by the beast in John. He pumped himself into me hard and harder. Fast and deep. Fucking me like I was totally his. My body quivered controllably at every stroke, my eyes fluttered and rolled over as I was about to trip over into ecstasy.
“I'm going to come with you...I'm going to fill you full of me!” his voice shook with passion. My eyes widened in realization, I panicked.
“John, I don't want to get pregnant, stop- please!” I gasped.
His face twisted, he gritted his teeth and jerked his whole body back, withdrawing from me, slumping down onto the mattress next to me. I could feel the agony of his self-denial. I wanted him to come. I whimpered in frustration as my own climax slowly dissipated. I felt hot and embarrassed. I turned over and stroked his temple with my fingertips.
“I'm sorry,” I said.
He was breathing hard, his face was an emotionless mask. His hand groped beside him searchingly on the mattress until it was clutching mine. I felt relief at his touch.
“Never mind, we both got too carried away,” his voice was cool, distant. I felt hurt.
“No! It was wonderful-- I wanted it, you know I just didn't want to get...”I said, trying to explain.
“I understand. This is all so crazy- you wanting to move in with me, me wanting you to be with me... I feel evil for doing this to you, since there's no way you could feel the same way as me.”
I could feel him closing off, it made my stomach cold inside.
“You're wrong! I suggested it. It's you who can't handle it not me. I'll come to you, wherever you are, as soon as you let me. You've always been the man I want. I don't want to lose that, I want this.”
I was surprised how convincing my voice sounded. It's easy to understand it now but at the time it was a revelation how much I wanted Alivia’s step-father. I felt him melting. His face turned to mine, his eyes so full of passion it was easy to let myself fall into them. His hand floated up to hold my face, pulling me toward his.
CHAPTER 5
John's lips met mine in a moment that lasted so long, it felt endless.
Our bodies pressed closer, our lips stayed connected. I became aware of our mingling scents, which suddenly became one as we inhaled each other’s' essences. I reached down to hold his sleeping giant in my hand. It felt warm against my small slender fingers, I could feel his massiveness slowly swell within my tiny hand.
At last our faces separated. I saw the love in his eyes, I felt my own desires, taut like the strings of a guitar, vibrating from his tender touch. I squeezed his cock and felt it's stiffness throb back against my palm. His eyes were bright, they roamed up and down my body. His lascivious look sent a shiver through me. He slid his whole body down until his face was between my legs. I hadn’t shaved in four days, my hair was low and freshly re-growing. I cowered, feeling his tongue licking against my sensitive inner thighs.
His fingers massaged all around my wet lips, without touching them. His lips brushed my clit, I bit my lip and felt my thigh muscles stiffen. He started licking up and down with tiny little strokes, teasing, making my womanhood come alive again. His
fingers probed, squeezing, touching all around my aching opening. I started to pant. It felt so good. I needed more.
I felt the pressure of his two fingers as they pierced their way into my moist tunnel. His tongue was moving faster now, flicking against my clit hard, sending little flashes through all nerve endings. His fingers curled upwards, the fleshy pad of his large fingers pressing against the roof inside.
He began to rapidly flutter his finger inside me. Things began to happen, strange sensations that were new and wonderful. His tongue worked harder, his hand sped up even more-- I felt it banging against the springy flesh inside so fast, my insides quivered as he suctioned my clit into his wet mouth entirely. I squeezed his fingers with a frenzied contraction of my muscles. He sucked my clit deeper into his mouth, ravishing my clit, his arm was a blur as he worked his fingers in me.
I held my breath for a moment, and then exhaled. He removed his mouth just as I felt my release take over. His fingers jerked up and down inside me even harder as all of the tension left my body-I felt like I laughing and crying at the same time, but I barely made a sound as my breath shuddered out of me. I couldn't tell how much of my shaking was from his fingers, and how much was my own contractions. Finally he pulled his fingers out and watched as my convulsions slowly subsided.
I stared at his face dripping with my juices, I glanced at fingers, which were red and swollen and coated with my honey.
“That was the best thing I've ever felt in my life-- I feel so lucky,” I said, breathless.
He looked into my eyes.
“I want to do that to you every day.”
I looked down and saw he how big and swollen he was, I closed my eyes and remembered the sensation of him filling me, It made me twitch inside. He saw my need and positioned himself in front of my middle. I felt his hands spread my thighs wide, I raised my hips up to meet his thrust as he moved forward into me.