“How is it, baby doll?” he whispered.
“So good, daddy,” I whimpered. I was on the verge of tears, it hurt so much, but it also felt like he was scratching an itch I had had for such a long time…
Then he began to fuck me. I remember thinking: this is it. My father is fucking me. His hips began to work, driving that hot shaft of flesh in and out of me faster and faster, my butt lifting up into the air with each thrust as he push deep into me. He wrapped his hand around the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I kissed him, gasping, my pussy gripping him desperately. It was beginning to feel so good and I moaned.
“Harder, daddy,” I whimpered. “Fuck your little girl.”
“Nora,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re all mine now.”
“Mhm,” I moaned in delicious, sexual agreement.
“I’m going to do this to you every day,” he growled deliciously. “I’m going to put a baby in that sweet little cunt of yours…”
Oh my god. The thought terrified and excited me at the same time. What would happen if anyone found out that my daddy was fucking me every day? That he was driving his cock into my mouth or my pussy, treating me like his little sex slave, his little lover? Making me into a cum slut… I felt so dirty, so naughty! What if my friends found out? What if I got pregnant and my father’s seed quickened in my womb, taking hold? Would he breed me? Would he keep fucking me, using me like an animal? The thought continued to horrify me and turn me on, so, so bad.
“You’re my good little girl and I love you so, so much, baby girl.”
“I love you too, daddy. I’ll always love you,” I moaned happily.
He grunted and gripped my little ass, digging his powerful fingers into my flesh, the better to pound his mass into me. I whined and moaned and bucked under him and before I knew it, I was cumming. It was a better orgasm than I had ever experienced and it came in my daddy’s arms. I was cumming in my father’s arms and it felt so, so right.
He kept fucking me, even after I came. God, but it was incredible! I loved the feeling of being taken by him, feeling his huge body use me. I felt so safe, so wanted, so loved in his arms. And then I felt it: his cock began to throb and then it exploded inside me for the second time today, firing off streams of sticky cum into my gut, into my womb. He groaned and stiffened as he came and I hugged him close, my pussy urging him to fill me up.
He finished and collapsed on top of me. I could barely breathe, he was so big, but I shifted and wiggled until I had room for my chest to move. I felt his cock grow limp but it was still huge and it took a while for it to finally slide out of me. It finally came out with a thick, delicious pop.
After a while, his breathing became soft and regular. He was asleep. Morning would come soon enough, I realized, and we would have to deal with the repercussions of this night then. But until then, and only then, we could sleep here together, in peace and in love, and dream…
But deep inside me, inside my womb, I felt my father’s cum taking root, felt it grabbing hold and warming in my loins, felt it growing…
All Grown Up
“Maybe… Maybe I just don’t want to grow up. Maybe I just want to be your little girl forever…”
Eighteen-year-old Misty Lane is getting ready to leave for college, and boy, is she scared! Can the man of the house teach his little girl some courage… And have some first time fun while they’re at it?
Don’t miss this sweet and steamy, coming-of-age first time taboo step story!
It was the night before I left for college. I was alone in my room. And I was bawling my eyes out.
Let me back up here and explain a few things.
First, my name is Misty Lane. I’m eighteen years old. I live in Childrow, Tennessee—the middle of absolute nowhere but I love it. I love small town America—the way everyone seems to know everyone else, the smiles on the faces of your neighbors, the smell of the clean air, empty of all the nasty pollutants of the big city. It’s a beautiful place, even if it is kind of boring.
But me, I was ready to get out. There was no future for me in Childrow. I knew it and I knew it well. The only jobs around here were for waitresses or… No, that was about it. I could be a waitress and nothing else. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a waitress at a truck stop diner. That’s what my mom does, after all. But I wanted something more in life.
And so I applied all over the country for college and, wouldn’t you know it, I got myself accepted into a big, fancy Ivy League school on the east coast. I can’t wait to get there and start my new life… And it was only the night before I left, with all my bags packed up—suit cases, back packs, and everything—that the reality of what was about to happen really hit me.
Here, I was about to leave the only place I had ever really known. I was about to leave my own happy version of small town America and go off into the unknown. I had had the same friends all throughout school, ever since kindergarten, and practically the same teachers too. I had the same neighbors and, what was more, I had seen my parents practically every day of my life.
My mom, as you know, is a waitress, and so she gets up at the same time I do to get ready for school, since she’s getting ready for the early shift at the diner. A lot of the truckers like to stop and get breakfast early in the morning, so that they can sit out rush hour. They’re hungry and tired, ready for a break since they have already been driving all night, and my mom is there at eight in the morning to pass out grew big steaming plates of French toast and fill up their coffee, listening to their tales of the open road.
That was actually how she and my daddy met. He’s actually my step-father… My real dad ran out on us right after I was born. My mom got pregnant in high school, when she was younger than me. The guy had been some sort of no good asshole, into drugs and stuff like that, which fortunately, my mom never got into. It was probably for the best that he ran out on us, in the end.
So, you can imagine the scenario: my mom, a pretty little eighteen-year-old girl working in a diner, smiling real sweet for all these big tough truckers, and then my step-father walks in, on his first big cross-country drive for his company. He’s barely older than my mom, but when he sets eyes on her, he knows that he’s not going to finish the drive. They start dating and he settles down in town, getting a job in construction. Three months later, they’re married and they have been ever since.
I love my daddy. He spoils me rotten, treats me like I’m his biological daughter (which I might as well be—I don’t remember anything of my real father… my mom doesn’t even know if I ever met the man, which probably says something about how responsible he was, and how much she hated him in the end…). He’s a big, tall man, built like a mountain of muscle—I think that’s what attracted my mom at first to him. And I don’t blame her! He’s got this dark, smoldering look to him, with deep, tanned skin, worked over like leather from being out in the sun at construction sites. He’s got a quiet, brooding way about him that makes all my friends melt, but he can warm up too and be sweet as sugar, kinder than anyone has a right to be. I sure do love my daddy!
On the other hand, I look nothing like him—I’m the spitting image of my mother, as they say. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree? I’ve got long, blonde hair that reaches almost down to my butt, and bright blue eyes. My skin is pretty pale and instead of tanning in the summer time, I just get freckles.
I also inherited my mother’s tiny, cupcake-sized boobs and compact butt, but that’s another story, I guess. The boys at school were never really interested in me. They preferred the cheerleaders with great big tits and asses, who wore slutty outfits all the time and showed off their pierced little belly buttons. That wasn’t me, though. I was always too busy studying to have a boyfriend and go slutting around. Instead, I would find myself reaching naughty stories online and touching myself…
I especially loved stories about girls who seduce their fathers. Something about that just gets me so excited… I would spend Friday and
Saturday nights locked in my room, sliding my fingers along my wet little cunny, reading about girls riding their fathers’ cock… God, just thinking about it gets me excited now!
And of course, I sometimes thought about my daddy. How could I not? He was so sexy and so powerful. When he would pick me up from school, I would smell his manly cologne hanging off him. When he would drop me off in the morning, he’d give me a hug and I would all but melt into his powerful arms. There was something about him that seduced me, and not just my friends… And it was all the more exciting because he was just my step-father, so it wouldn’t be illegal… Right?
But now, you’re probably wondering why I was crying in my room? Well, it was simple: the reality of the fact that I was leaving my old life behind had finally descended on me the day before, when I watched my best friend Rebecca drive off with her parents, on her way to the University of Tennessee. I was the last of my friends to leave for college… And I had no idea what was in store for me!
And so, after I got my own life packed up, I retired to my room, only I didn’t engage in my usual tradition of rubbing myself while reading naughty tales of daddies and daughters. No, instead, I grasped my stuffed panda, whom my father had given me when I was four and whom I had named Wilhelm, and began to sob uncontrollably. I wept as much out of fear as out of mourning for my childhood as I watched it end…
“Honey? Are you okay in there?”
It was my father’s voice. I swallowed my sobs as best I could, which was to say, hardly at all.
“Yeah… Y-y-yeah, I am, daddy,” I whimpered. Very unconvincing, Misty, I thought with an inward sigh as the door slowly eased itself open and my father slid inside. He had just come from work, I could tell: he still wore his dirty, dusty jeans, and the wife-beat that clung with sweat to his powerful chest. My breath got caught in my longs when I saw him. God, but he was gorgeous…
“You’ve been crying,” he noted, sitting down on my bed next to me. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne, mixed with his powerful, masculine musk of work. God, but the pheromones were killing me.
“Just a little…” I said with a sigh, trying to hide my face from him. He reached out and caught me by the chin, drawing me towards him.
“What’s wrong, honey? Tell daddy about it.”
“Dad, I don’t wanna’ leave…” I blurted out, and suddenly, words and tears were falling like rain drops from my puffy, flushed face. I caught sight of myself in the mirror across from us. I’m usually so put together but now, my face was red from crying and my eyes ever so swollen. My long blonde hair, pulled back into an intricate braid, had started to go wild as well…
“I’m afraid, daddy. I’m afraid of leaving you and mom. I’m afraid I won’t make friends at school. I’m just worried and nervous and I don’t want to leave Childrow…”
“Sweetheart, this is just part of growing up,” my father said with a sigh after a few moments. I couldn’t stand the way his powerful chest heaved as he sighed. It was knee-shaking. “When I was your age, I left home to join the navy. I was scared too. I didn’t want to leave my parents either. But, you just have to be brave…”
He laid one of his big, powerful hands on my thin, trembling thigh, caressing me softly, lovingly. I blushed in spite of myself. What the hell was I thinking? He was my father and a good dad, at that. He wasn’t trying to telegraph anything with this simple gesture of love and kindness… Right? Right?
“Daddy, I don’t know if I can be brave,” I whimpered pathetically. “Maybe… Maybe I just don’t want to grow up. Maybe I just want to be your little girl forever…”
My father smiled sadly and drew me close for a big, powerful hug. I dissolved into his arms, feeling his muscles wash over me. God, but he was intoxicating. Have I made that clear enough?
“I’m sorry, honey, but you can’t. But there are nice parts about growing up and becoming an adult…” he said softly, kissing my forehead and running his fingers through my hair. In spite of myself, I found myself murmuring softly in delight and shifting onto his lap. My tiny hips fit perfectly on his powerful lap, and I nestled into him just like I had when I was a little girl.
“Like what, daddy?” I asked innocently.
“Well, you can have a boyfriend, for one thing…”
“What’s so great about having a boyfriend, daddy?”
My father grinned. God, but his smile was so delicious too…
“I don’t need to tell you about that.”
I felt my face lean into my father’s, almost involuntarily. I couldn’t believe this was happening…
“Can’t I just stay here and have you be my boyfriend, daddy?”
My father laughed curtly. “I don’t think your mouth would like that,” he said, but he didn’t push me away. In his dark eyes, I could see something stirring… A kind of hunger. I felt myself growing wet just at the thought that maybe… Just maybe… My father was thinking what I was thinking.
“Daddy… She doesn’t have to know…” I whispered as I let my lips touch his. His lips were hard and pursed but he didn’t pull away as I pressed my plump, pink lips to his.
“We shouldn’t be doing this…” he whispered back, urgently. I could feel the even more urgent heat from his cock pushing against my little butt, however.
“But don’t you think I’m pretty, daddy?” I whimpered teasingly, my blue eyes shining and locking with his dark brown orbs.
“Of course, sweetheart, but that’s not the point. I’m your father…”
“And you need to teach me everything I need to know about the world. If I’m going to grow up, I’d rather have my father teach me everything I need to know first…”
“I don’t know what I’d teach you…”
“Well, for example…” And I began to slide down his lap, getting on my knees in front of him. With trembling, nervous fingers, betraying the lack of confidence I felt deep within, I grasped the buckle of his belt and began to undo his pants, feeling the throbbing bulge contained within. “I know girls in college need to give blowjobs all the time… But I’ve never given one.”
“Who says they give blowjobs all the time?”
“All my friends. Their friends at college, they say it’s like a handshake now… When you meet a new boy, you have to suck him off. It’s rude if you don’t. But what if I don’t know how to do it?”
“I think you might have that wrong… Ahh…” sighed my father as I pulled out his cock. My eyes widened. It was huge. There was no way I could fit all that in my mouth!
“Daddy… You’re so big!” I whimpered in shock. “I don’t know if that’ll fit…”
“Well, my little girl has never given up on anything before…” he said, teasing me, placing his hand behind my head and easing me forward, pressing the tip of his cock to my lips. “You’ve been teasing me and getting me ready… Now you have to finish it.”
Well, that was an about face! I looked up at my daddy with my wide, surprised eyes as I reached my tongue down to the base of his cock and slid it up, running my soft, wet, warm flesh over his throbbing, pink desire. God, but he was so big… And I was so hungry for his cock, it almost hurt I wanted him in my mouth so badly but I was afraid.
To begin with, instead, and to get used to it, I just licked up and down on his powerful cock, running my tongue along his shaft, tasting the way the sweat clung to his delicious cock. God, but he made me hungry for his flesh… I was wetter than I had ever been in my life. This was so much better than all those stories I read, after all!
“That’s my good little girl,” my father whispered, sounding quite appreciative.
“Does that feel good, daddy?” I asked as I flicked my tongue along the tip of his cock, tasting the salt pre-cum dribbling out of the bulging head of his dick.
“Oh, you know it, sweetheart…” my father grunted in delight. “But you should keep going… I want more. I think your lips would look ever so pretty wrapped around my cock…”
“Oh, daddy, I don
’t know if I can do that!” I gasped, surprised and shocked to hear my father using such language. The sound of those nasty words coming out of my daddy’s mouth and knowing that he was thinking about me, though, that was enough to make me want to try…
But my father slid his fingers into my hair and gripped firmly. I gasped and whimpered. It hurt a little bit… But it felt more exciting than anything else.
“Daddy!” I whispered urgently and opened my mouth wide, as wide as I could. I took the thick, throbbing tip of my father’s cock into my wet, hungry mouth, sliding my tongue around my daddy’s pulsating cockhead. God, but he tasted good… The salty, hungry taste of desire.
“That’s a good girl,” my father groaned softly. “Slide your mouth down on daddy’s cock. Take it as deep as you can, sweet heart.”
I pulled up and off my father’s cock, looking at my daddy with wide eyes.
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