“What’s going on?” he asked suspiciously, putting his brief case down.
“Nothing, daddy. Just having a snack.”
With that, I drew my tongue from the bottom of the banana up to the top. I’ve never been shy about what I wanted.
“This banana isn’t really hitting the spot, though.”
“Well, we’ve got apples and oranges, or I could make you a sandwich…”
“No, daddy,” I shook my head. “I don’t want any of that.”
“Want some pasta? Or…”
“Daddy, I think you know what I want.”
I slid off the counter and sashayed up to him, a disbelieving look still on his face. I could see the bulge forming in his pants.
“I know you want what I want too, daddy,” I whispered and winked. I got down on my knees in front of my father and began to undo his belt. He batted my hands away.
“Amy, what the hell are you doing?”
“Oh, daddy, pwease let me pway a game with you…” I murmured in a mock baby voice, rubbing the bulge in his pants. It twitched deliciously in response to my ministrations. “Your baby girl is ever so bored and just wants to play a fun game with her daddy before he goes away again.”
He was frozen as I undid his belt. I began to unzip his pants but he pushed me away.
“Amy, you can’t do this! I’m your father!”
“I know, daddy,” I said, pouting. “And your baby girl wants to…” I paused and smiled when I said the last words. “Suck. Daddy’s. Dick.”
He swallowed hard but he didn’t stop try to stop me when I finished unzipping his pants. I slid down his boxers, revealing my father’s long, throbbing cock. I all but gasped in delight when I saw it. It was even bigger than I had imagined. It was a dull, purplish pink and throbbed with hungry energy. I leaned forward and dabbed my tongue along the tip of his tool. My father gasped.
“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, honey…” he growled, his voice and demeanor starting to change. That’s right, daddy, I wanted to say… I’m not your little girl any more, am I? I like to play dangerous games now.
But for now, I ignored him. I ran my tongue over his cock, licking and suckling his warm skin. He groaned and began to run his hands through my hair as I suckled him, his cock twitching under my tongue. It was nearly nine inches long and I was starting to get a little nervous—there was no way that whole thing would fit inside of me! Nonetheless, I was determined to please my father… And I would do whatever that took.
Now, I opened my mouth wide and let him slide inside. He groaned as my hot mouth consumed his cock. He murmured something I couldn’t hear. I didn’t particularly care what he was saying or if he were protesting—I wanted to finally suck my father’s cock to conclusion, damn it. I slid him in deep, taking it as far as I could, almost back into my throat. I found myself even starting to gag as I took his cock.
I should mention that, at the time, I was a virgin. I had only ever made out with boys and I had let them feel me up a few times (starting at age twelve—don’t tell anyone!) but I had never sucked a cock, never touched a cock, and never done anything else like that. It was exciting to finally get my mouth on any dick, let alone my father’s! I savored the meaty, musky taste and smell of his dick, swirling my tongue around his meat and delighting in the way his cock throbbed in my mouth, seeming to expand and contract with each breath, each heart beat.
I bobbed my head a few times, taking my father’s cock as deep as I could and then sliding it out. After a few strokes, I pulled off of my father’s cock and looked up at him, my eyes shining with pleasure and delight. The look on his face—I couldn’t read it. It was like a black box, a total mystery—stern but not angry. Determined. Maybe even… Rough?
“How am I doing, daddy?” I asked sweetly, stroking his balls and rolling them between my fingers. “Do you like the way your little girl is sucking your cock?”
He nodded, silently. The steely look he gave me sent delicious shivers up my spine.
“Do you want more, daddy?”
He nodded.
“Am I as good at sucking cock as mommy?” I asked, teasingly, tugging at his balls. He grabbed me by the back of the head and glared at me. That look made me feel weirdly chilly, though not unpleasantly so…
“You talk too much, baby doll,” he growled and pressed his cock against my lips. Well, then! I guess I had no choice but to shut up and suck my father’s dick!
I began to bob my head obediently now, bouncing my lips along his shaft, swirling my tongue around his hot tool. My father began to moan softly, tugging and pulling at my hair as I sucked him.
“That’s fucking amazing,” my father growled. “You must suck all the boys after school, don’t you? You’re fucking grounded after this.”
“Hey!” I said, pulling off his cock. I was not about to have my good name besmirched in the middle of a blow job, especially since I had saved my virgin mouth for my daddy! But before I could say anything, my daddy plunged his cock back into my mouth, forcing it down my throat and choking me. I gagged, whimpering as he began to fuck my throat forcefully, driving his dick into my tight, hungry mouth.
“You’re a naughty little girl,” he growled. “I’ve been wanting to do this to you for such a long time. I’ve been wanting to cover those pretty little lips with my cum every since you hit puberty, you know that?”
The idea of my daddy lusting after my tight, adolescent body for years really drove me wild. How many nights had he stayed up, rubbing his cock and imagining he were sticking his meat in my mouth? How many times had he soaped up his cock in the shower and jacked off, imagining his hands were my tight teenaged pussy? How many times had he fucked my mom from behind and imagined he were in the room next door, fucking me?
I wanted to answer my daddy, to tell him that I had lusted after him for at least as long but, as you might have gathered, my mouth was filled with his dick, so I just kept sucking, bobbing my lips obediently, tucking and nibbling at his cock as I went.
“That’s a good, good girl…” he grunted, his cock twitching and pulsing in my mouth. “I remember when you were fifteen and had a lead roll in the school play. I watched your ass wiggle up there on stage each night and just imagined going into your room, wrapping my hand around your mouth, and plowing your sweet little asshole till you broke down crying…”
Oh my god, but that was hot. I found my hand drifting down to my pussy, starting to stroke myself through my thong while my daddy talked dirty to me.
“I wanted to watch your pretty little face as I ripped you apart, wanted to see the fear and lust in your eyes as daddy dearest fucked the shit out of you…”
I looked up him with hungry, watery eyes, begging for more as I worked his cock.
“And then I would send you to school like a good girl, my cum deep in your pussy and ass. I’d make you my little cum whore. You have no idea how much I wanted this, Amy. For years and years I’ve wanted this.”
I nodded to my daddy as I sucked him, eager to hear more, eager to have his cum in my mouth.
Then, I felt his cock seize up. My daddy gripped me hard by the hair. It felt like he was just about to rip my hair out! I whimpered as his cock began to explode, flooding my mouth with cum. I gulped it down eagerly., delighting in the salty, bitter taste. It was just as good as I expected it would be: the way his cock expanded and contracted inside of my mouth as he came, the way it pumped and pumped and filled my little girl lips with cum.
He slid his dick out of my mouth, cum dribbling out of my lips. He sighed and zipped up his pants, putting his cock away.
“I have to pick your sister up at tennis practice,” he said and without another word, he left me there, alone in the kitchen, my lips covered in his cum.
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For the rest of the evening, my dad and I barely looked at each other. My mom and my sister didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong: they both chattered on about their usual boring bullshit. My father and I, we were both conspicuously qu
iet. Part of me was terrified that they would notice, that they would wonder. But of course they didn’t—most people don’t pay nearly as much attention to other people as they do to themselves. If I were in their place, I probably wouldn’t have noticed anything was wrong.
After dinner, I did my homework, watched TV in my room, went from a short run, and then turned in for the night. Still, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t forget what I had done. Had I just destroyed my relationship with my father? Had this been a terrible idea? I started to second guess myself and I found myself falling into a fitful, nightmare filled sleep. I dreamt I was in a cage, no, more of a prison, really. A jail cell in a prison somewhere in the South—how I knew it was in the South, I have no idea. Don’t ask me; it was just a dream. But I was in this jail cell and I knew there were other people in the jail cell with me and I knew they wanted to do horrible things to me: beat me, rape me, maybe even eat me. But I couldn’t find them. I couldn’t even see them. It was like ever time I looked at one corner of the jail cell, they dashed over to another corner.
Finally, I was jerked awake. For a moment, I thought I was still in the dream. My room was dark and someone was shaking me. My eyes fluttered open and for a second, I couldn’t see anything. Then, I realized it was my father shaking me—not a shadowy prison rapist.
“Oh, god, dad, I was having a nightmare,” I whispered, still groggy.
“You seemed pretty upset,” he murmured softly, pulling the covers away from me. I wore just a tank top and panties and he slid them down my legs. I was still too tired to know what was happening and it was only when he spread my legs and slapped a hand over my mouth that I realized what my father was here to do.
He ran his fingers over my sex. I wasn’t wet initially but the second I felt his strong hand covering my mouth, I began slick to the touch. He grinned, feeling how quickly I got wet as he stroked me.
“You’ve got to stay quiet, doll,” he whispered. “We can’t let anyone know about the fun we’re about to have.”
I nodded silently, moaning into my father’s hand as he rubbed my pussy, teasing my clit and eliciting soft whimpers from my recently fucked lips. I keep my pussy shaved bare, so it looks just like a little girl’s… And my daddy really seemed to like it. Before I knew what was happening, I felt his mouth on my cunt, starting to lick and slurp at my wet sex. I gasped into his hand, closing my eyes tightly as he tease me with his mouth, nibbling at my wetness.
Oh, god, daddy, I wanted to moan. I wanted to beg for it, but I knew I had to be quiet. I wanted so much to beg for him to lick me, to fuck me with his tongue before he fucked me with his big, hard cock (because I had already decided by that point that I’d be taking his dick—there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it) but I couldn’t say a word, lest my sister and mother wake up and find my daddy’s face buried in my wet, tight little snatch.
He began to assault my clit pretty steadily now, each stroke sending blasts of pleasure through my body. My hips and thighs bucked and shook under my father’s teasingly torturous tongue but that didn’t budge his hand from my mouth at all. If anything, it just caused his hand to clamp down harder. I was almost having trouble breathing, as much from my father’s hand on my mouth as from the enormous pleasure circulating through my blood, racing through my core and making me hot for him. I whined like a little whore, wanting more and more, until, suddenly and without warning, I began to cum. I’ve always been an easy cummer, usually able to bring myself to orgasm in less than a minute in the shower on school mornings when I needed a little pick-me-up before catching the bus. But this was something else. I all but screamed into my father’s hand, begging him with my screams for more. My body seemed to be vibrating, seemed to be floating.
Now, he rose up over me. I was shaking from my orgasm but he showed no signs of giving me a break. That steely, hungry look from before was in his eyes and I knew the time had come. I was too weak, too wasted from my orgasm to move, so I simply allowed him to spread my legs. I felt his hard, bulging cock pressing against my pussy. I closed my eyes, gasping as I felt him slide into me, his cock invading my wetness.
And oh, god, but it was incredible. I had never been penetrated like this before. Oh, sure, I played around with the handles of hairbrushes before—but all girls do that, don’t they? I have fingered myself in the shower and in my bedroom and even, once, as part of a dare, on the bus coming home from school (imaging me whimpering and cumming, while a group of hungry eighth graders watched intently, their mouths dropped open… it’s a miracle I hung onto my V-card for as long as I did) but I had never had a cock inside of me. And this was a real man’s cock—a tool designed not only to fuck women but to dominate them, to make them submit. It was huge and it spread me open, made me feel like he was ripping me apart. I gasped and whimpered and wiggled my hips, feeling it sink deep into me.
“Oh, god, daddy… Fuck me…” I whimpered into his hand. He couldn’t hear me but I was sure the pleading look in my eyes told him all he need to know. It told him how I had longed to fuck him, how I would miss him while he was deployed, how I would fantasize about him, how the memories of my tight pussy and wet mouth would keep him warm at night while he was on some foreign battle field, alone and away from his family.
He began to thrust into me, each movement driving his cock deeper and deeper into my snatch. I whimpered and gasped with each pump, my cunt spreading wide for him, devouring his cock. I moaned into his hand. I sighed with delight. I started to cry. I cycled through pleasure and pain and emotions rapidly, soaring to peaks of pleasure and descending to decadent valleys of submissive pleasure as I accepted my father’s cock into my wetness.
I began to buck my hips, trying to take him deeper and deeper. God, but how I wanted him to cum inside of me. I wanted to feel his hot, hungry cock claiming me, spilling his seed deep into my hungry, gaping cunt. Each thrust brought him closer (I knew this; I could feel it in the way his body trembled with desire as he pounded me) and each thrust brought grunts of pleasure from his lips.
“You sure are tight, baby girl,” he whispered in my ear. “Your daddy is fucking you. Your daddy is ripping your little baby girl pussy apart.”
Yes, yes, yes! Daddy was fucking me. Daddy WAS ripping me apart. His nine-inch cock invaded my womb over and over again, pushing deep into my pussy, filling my belly with his hot meat.
And then, I felt his cock begin to pump. It started off with just a groan, and he arched his back. Then, his dick stiffened inside of me and exploded, sending stream after stream of hot cum into my pussy. My father moaned as he came and I arched my own back, trying to widen my cunt and collect as much of my father’s hot seed in my hole as I could. I wanted his cum inside of me. I wanted as much of him inside of me as I could.
Finally, he finished and we lay there in a heap of spent pleasure. My father removed his hand from my lips and planted a hot, soul-scorching kiss on my lips.
We fell asleep like that. When I awoke, my father was gone. I went downstairs and realized he had already left for the airport, back to the battle. I touched my lips, where he had kissed me, and then my pussy, where he had fucked me. It was no matter. We had already said our goodbyes.
What I Do After School...
“Sweetheart, it’s time you learned what being a woman is all about. This will be your first time, won’t it?”
Eighteen-year-old nerdy Ashley has no homework, and so she decides to enjoy herself… What happens when she starts moaning for the man of the house and he walks in? And what happens when her step decides to show her how it’s really done?
If you love sexy taboo tales between a nerdy good girl and her drop dead gorgeous step, you’ll love this naughty adventure!
Hi there! My name is Anna and I’m eighteen-years-old. I’m a senior at Ridgeview High and, honestly, I’m kind of a nerd. I’ve never had a boyfriend, never been to a dance, never even been kissed! Pretty lame, I know. But I can’t help it—I love to study and I’d much rather stay in on a Saturday night a
nd read or listen to opera than go out and party like my friends.
I’m pretty cute, I guess—I have glasses but boys seem to like the way I keep my long, straight brown hair in pigtails. I still have braces and that makes me look like even more of a little kid. I guess I kind of dress like a little girl too, but my body is so petite—I’m barely five feet tall and I weigh less than a hundred pounds—that it would be kind of weird if I dressed really sexy, you know? So, I usually wear a t-shirt and a little skirt and leggings—the same thing I was wearing when I was a little girl. I hope you don’t think that’s too lame.
Anyway, this is the story of the adventures I started having after school, starting right after my eighteenth birthday. It was April and I had already been accepted to my top choice for college (Texas A&M! Go Aggies! And just so you know, I don’t mean the football team… I mean the nationally ranked quiz bowl team!), so things were actually pretty relaxed. I came home from school one day, set out all my things on my desk and surveyed my homework. It was then that I realized… I didn’t have any!
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