“It’s only right my little girl gets to cum her brains out for her first time. And besides… your pussy tastes so damn good, baby. The best I’ve ever tasted,” he says, hooking one leg up, pushing it back as he gets over me, his rock-hard abs stretching as he rests his big cock over my pussy and mound, rubbing its underside there and giving me a perfect view of how obscenely big he was compared to my little flower.
I stare at it, all sense of decency and morality lost, swept out with the tide. Now there’s just me and him, his body and mine. And I’ve never wanted something so bad as I want him, right now. I can smell his arousal in the air, along with the sweet scent of my body, and my nostrils flare.
I want him, and I want to remember this. To remember what he looks like, before he takes my virginity. Before he fucks me, raw.
My eyes move up over his fit body, over his broad shoulders, his strong jaw, and finally I find his eyes and I smile.
Daddy smiles right back at me, his handsome, rugged face looking so good when he gazes at me with all that love and adoration in his eyes. I get so lost in it, I nearly miss the show below, as he takes his big dick in hand and presses the purple tip to my petals. But I look, and I see those glistening labia blossom around his crown, and then… he sinks on in and takes away my innocence, claiming it for himself.
“Ohhh fuck baby doll,” he groans out so crassly, becoming a whole other man now that his lusts are unleashed upon me.
I’m expecting it to hurt, but I guess because he got my so wet, my body so relaxed, it’s more of a pinch than real pain. It still causes me to inhale sharply, or maybe that’s just the sight of his huge tool spreading my body for him. Taking me, the afternoon sun illuminating our bodies in its golden glow.
“Oh daddy,” I moan, and I can’t help it, feeling him fill me up so completely, bottoming out at my utmost depths as he holds me there beneath him. The whole of his glorious, male physique on display as he slowly begins to tug back, and my glistening cunny lips cling to his thick cock before he thrusts back in again.
“Oh fuck baby, your lil’ cunt… there’s nothing that feels so good,” he growls at me, forcing his head down to press his lips to mine again as he starts to set my body to shaking with his pumping hips and cock.
He’s huge, and I have to spread my legs wider, one of them still captured behind his shoulder as he pushes into me a few inches at a time, and then impales me fully once more. I can feel him throbbing within me, so much desire written on his face, in the way his cock responds to my body.
He pulls back again, and repeats the motion, delving in only a few inches before spearing me deep, getting me used to what a man feels like.
His deep, gruff moans fill the air along with my own girlish gasps and squeals, the two of us making love for the first time. It was magical… wrong, but oh so magical. And he forces his eyes open to look at me, rocking his body still as he picks up his pace, then leans in and kisses me again on the lips.
Our tempo builds, and I feel him bulging in me thicker, stretching my little cunny around his big daddy dick, and I feel so amazing.
“I’ve never been with a woman as fine as you, baby girl,” he husks as the slap of our flesh together grows, the wetness of my cunny adding that moist slap to the air. His corded muscle is rippling, and he’s grunting between moans. “I haven’t been with a woman in so long… I’m gonna fill you up so much, baby. You want daddy to do that?”
“Yes!” I scream before I can stop myself. Before morals or taboos or anything can occur in my mind. I just need him, and when he starts picking up speed, fucking me harder and faster, I drop my fingers between us to find that little bud that he’d been licking.
It was still vibrating with need, and I touch myself, sparks going through my entire body.
But daddy was having none of that! And he took my hand by the wrist, wrenched it away and pressed his big thumb in its place, circling my clit better than I even could.
“Cum on daddy’s cock sweetie. Cum right on it and I’ll reward you with a big, creamy load,” he says, grunting as his muscles twitch, and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass stop as he nears his climax. He’s getting so close, I can feel it, holding back to wait for me as he works my body into a frenzy.
I’m so close to the brink already, and he’s daring me over. To just let go of all my inhibitions and worries, to trust that he knows what’s right for his little girl. My body arches as he touches me so expertly, his thumb gliding over my clit, making me sing out.
I’m not a virgin anymore, not his innocent little good girl. But I know he’s proud anyways, and as he rubs me in those circles, my face contorts, and he must be watching really carefully because he repeats the motion that nearly does me in. Again, then again, and all of a sudden, there are fireworks behind my eyes and I scream.
“Daddy! I’m cumming again!”
He releases such a relieved sigh, and the tension drains from his muscular body all at once.
“Me too baby,” he says, and he pounds into me, that big cock twitching and swelling, until he’s thrusting in deep with the tip of his cock spurting its thick, virile seed inside me. It’s so careless and crazy, but he’s doing it… to me, his little girl. Filling me up with all that cum as he grunts and groans wildly, like a beast out of control.
It’s so primal, so forbidden, but I don’t care. My mind is blank and holds room only for the intense pleasure that’s ripping through me, making my toes curl and my muscles tense and then release. I scream again as he thrusts into me too deep, holding me there as he makes me take his entire length, all of his cock as it throbs and pumps into me.
“Daddy!” I cry again, but I’m grinding against him like a wild minx, pinned beneath him. I have nowhere to go, but it feels so damn good.
“Sweetie!” he cries in return, as he bucks against me, spurting the last of his seed into the wave of honey that flowed from my cunny, coating his cock, his balls, the two of us a mess as we found our climaxes together. It seemed to last so long, until finally, daddy bends over me, huffing and puffing as the last few squirts of his rich seed fill me up.
Those big, handsome eyes of his open a crack, and he looks right at me. I worry for a second that now the regret will sink in, but he smiles at me, leans in and kisses me again, deeply, passionately. It lasts so long too until finally he breaks away.
“You make me feel like a young buck again, baby,” and he brings one hand up, to cup and stroke my cheek.
My eyes flutter shut, and my lips part as I take it all in. My dreamlike state remains, and I’m wrapped in his arms, the smell of our sex mingling with his cologne, the brief hint of my suntan oil. It’s like my own personal paradise, and I wrap my arms around him, wanting nothing more than to feel his hard, naked body against mine.
*****
Oh, daddy laid with me a long while then. There’s more to tell, for sure. He wasn’t lying about my making him feel so young again because it wasn’t long before he was stiff as a board and fucking me on his bed a second time.
But that was all just the start, really.
I did what daddy suggested, I decided to give college a pass. At least for now. And stay with him, enjoy the beautiful sun and luxury of our home. I mean, it really was ours now. It felt like a whole new place, when I had the freedom to do what I want. Topless sunbathing wasn’t reserved for when daddy was away anymore, for instance.
But there’s so much more on my mind, like —
“What are you thinking about, baby?” came daddy’s deep husk as his arms went around me, those two hands of his coming up to cup my bare breasts as I stood in the sun in the back of our spacious yard, secluded and away from prying eyes. My breasts were already a little fuller from my pregnancy, and he enjoyed them for what they were, kneading them softly as his lips kissed up my shoulder, along my neck, only to nibble at my ear.
I giggle softly as I tilt my head, letting the golden hair fall away from my throat and give him access to it. I decided a
gainst the boob job, too. Surgery wasn’t safe for the baby, and really, getting pregnant was already making them larger.
He pinches the erect nipple and I moan, my body so tuned into his sexual desires, responding without any concern for properness. Maybe I like it, a bit. Well, a lot. I mean, he’s the one guy I shouldn’t ever have, but he’s also the one person I know would never leave me, never hurt me.
“Nothin’ much, daddy. You’re home from work early again,” I say with a soft giggle again, as he teases my nipple with a light tweak, before letting his hand stroke down over my belly, just the slightest sign of a baby bump forming.
“I just can’t stay away from you, sweetie,” he says, and it’s true too. He’s taken off from work entirely or at least early, every day since we consummated our love. “I just love you too damn much,” he says sincerely.
I smile, my eyes looking out over the warm sun, the sparkling pool, and feel his heat behind me. His cock throbs along my ass, and I wriggle against him a bit, teasingly. Wantonly.
“I missed you, daddy.”
He doesn’t even need to say the words for me to know the feeling’s mutual. The thick, throbbing shaft lodged betwixt my ass cheeks tells me all I need to know.
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His Brat’s Fertile First Time – Avril: Taboo: “I need you so bad… none of those other women are doin’ it for me. None of ‘em can take my mind off of you for so much as a moment.”
She didn’t know why it was such a turn on for her to hear the man of the house being with another woman. Why did it made her mind so hazy and her body so hot and wet? But Avril can’t help herself. She has the most forbidden desires for Cyril.
And when she sees him all dressed up, ready for another night on the town with some random woman, Avril can’t let him go... Not without taking her innocence, raw and unprotected.
With only a month to go before she leaves, she throws caution to the wind. Pleasuring herself so loud, he couldn't help but hear.
Don’t You Dare Pull Out, Part 1 – L. Hannover
I’d always heard that the sex dries up after you get married, but this was ridiculous.
My wife, Tess, and I had only been married for six months, but we’d already settled into a pattern—more like a rut!—of getting up, going to work, falling asleep in front of the TV after dinner, and maybe having sex on Saturday night.
People always say it’s the man who loses interest. I’ll tell you, it’s not true for me. I’m always aroused, especially when Tess comes home wearing her business suit, her hair up, looking like she’s just waiting for someone to tear her clothes off and fuck her. But usually when I try to get something started, she just gives me a little smile and tells me she’s tired and that she has to get up early for work the next morning.
So I smile back and, like a dutiful husband, go take another cold shower.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. And I know she loves me, too. It’s just that, when you’re 45 years old like I am, and you get married to a woman in her—ahem—early 40s who’s already been divorced and has a kid, you’re not signing up for a life of excitement. What nobody tells you is that you’re signing up for a life of routine…comfortable, boring, very un-romantic routine.
Did I mention that she has a kid? When she was young, Tess gave birth to a daughter—she was still in college, in fact. Supposedly the daughter’s a good kid, at least that’s what Tess keeps telling me over and over again. She’s been bracing me for step-fatherhood for the past month, knowing that her daughter, Lexie, is about to move back to the United States to live with us.
For the past year, Lexie has been living with Tess’s elderly aunt in Malaysia while she was attending an all girls’ school. Studying abroad as a high school senior. Pretty great consolation prize for your parents splitting up, right?
But now Lexie’s coming to live with us for the summer before she heads off to college. I didn’t ever have any kids of my own—hell, I’d never even been married before—so I was pretty nervous and didn’t know what to expect when she showed up. And, to make things even more stressful, Tess decided to go on a last-minute business trip to the East Coast. Okay, so it wasn’t really her fault, but I was already stressed out about meeting my wife’s kid, and now I had to jump into step-fatherhood all on my own. Some guys have all the luck, right?
I headed to the airport to pick Lexie up, trying to figure out what the hell we could talk about on the ride back home. High school? College? Music?
She’s gonna think I’m really old and boring, was all I kept saying to myself.
I’d seen a picture of her, but it was from a few years ago, and she looked really young—just a brace-face kid. I didn’t know what she’d look like now, so I made a little sign that said “Lexie,” and stood near the baggage claim waiting for her to come down the escalator.
The flight must have been full of models because the only kind of women that were coming down this escalator were sexy, tight-bodied hotties. And I would’ve loved to fuck each and every one of them! But I managed to stay focused and kept watching for Lexie until one of the model girls walked right up to me and said, “Hi!”
“Hi,” I responded, nervously. This girl was a 10. Hell, a 10+! She had on short shorts that showed off her long, shapely legs, and a tight top that showed off her incredible stomach and made her tits look like they might just burst out and hug me themselves.
She stood there smiling at me with her big eyes that seemed to glow underneath a canopy of flowing, sandy-blonde hair. She sort of swayed side to side the way girls used to do in the movies, looking terribly innocent…and terribly fuckable.
Ordinarily—that is to say, before I was married to Tess—I would’ve been all over a girl like this, especially since she’d shown interest by coming up and talking to me. But right now I had other things on my mind. I was meeting my step-daughter any minute now, and I needed to stay focused!
“Listen,” I told her. “You’re gorgeous, and you seem like a very sweet young lady, but I’m waiting for my step-daughter, so I can’t really stand around and chat right now.”
This made the 10+ throw her head back and laugh for a moment. I snuck another peek at her tits and her stomach while she was laughing. Damn, this girl was sexy. She punched my shoulder lightly.
“You’re hilarious!” she said. And then, after a pause, “Frank! It’s me, Lexie!”
Holy shit! What kind of an idiot am I?
“Of course,” I said, my face turning beet red with embarrassment. “Lexie, so nice to meet you.” I reached out to hug her, but she leaned over to set her bag down, and I ended up with one hand on her back on one right on her ass.
God…could this moment be any more embarrassing?
I was about to apologize, but Lexie just laughed and reached back, playfully slapping my hand.
“Oh, Frank, naughty, naughty” she said, “We’re off to a great start, aren’t we?”
“Right, sorry about that. Here, let me carry your bag for you.”
“Who says chivalry’s dead?” she teased me.
*****
Back in the truck driving home, I tried to focus again.
This girl is your step-daughter, Frank. You can’t be checking out her tits! Accidentally feeling her ass! Pull it together, man!
We talked for a bit about her flight, and she told me that she’d enjoyed her last semester of high school. She’d gotten straight A’s, was always a top student, and had gotten into a great college, where she would start in three months. But all those accolades weren’t enough to satisfy her.
“I just feel like I missed out on so much, though…you know?”
“What do you mean?” I asked her. “They don’t have parties in Malaysia?”
She laughed. “Of course they have parties, Frank,” she punched my arm again, playfully.
Was she flirting with me?
“It’s more that I just don’t think I took any risks,” she continued. “I was always studying, playing it safe, planning ahead for college…for the future. I just don’t think I did enough to enjoy being young.”
“Really? You just studied all the time?”
“Yeah, I mean, it was just so much pressure building up day after day. College, the future, ‘what are you gonna do with your life?’” she said in a deep, serious voice, while wiggling her fingers in the air. “It took up all my time. Plus, when I wasn’t at school, I was living with Aunt Ruth. She’s a sweetheart, but she’s not exactly a spring chicken!”
She paused for a minute, biting her lip. I kept my eyes on the road, but I could sense that she was looking at me.
“I mean, I never even had a real boyfriend over there,” she said, softly. “It’s like I was all cooped up, in the prime years of my life. And now I’m 18—I’m an adult. And I feel like my youth has just passed me by.”
“You mean to tell me that you never had any boyfriends over there? Those guys must have been crazy.”
“Well,” she replied, “It’s kind of hard when you’re at an all girls’ school.” She paused for another moment, and then asked, “Did you mean what you said back there?”
Be cool, Frank, I told myself, trying to ignore the little twinge of arousal in my jeans. This girl’s your step-daughter.
“What do you mean?” I asked, feigning innocence. “What did I say?”
“You know. The way you looked at me when you didn’t know I was your new wife’s daughter. The way you told me I was ‘gorgeous.’ Did you mean it?”
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