Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave

by Scarlett Skyes

  Then I saw my Dad at the glass door and I leaned forward. When he pushed through the door, his gaze was turned to me and he never looked their way! I was so happy. Dad got in the truck and had me hold the sack from the store, then he picked up his tee shirt and sadly pulled it on.

  I pouted and looked in the bag, surprised to see wine coolers and a little jar of Vaseline. I scrunched my nose. “Dad, how do we use Vaseline to fish with?” I asked.

  I heard the truck start and I turned to look at my Dad, and I caught him looking at my crotch, which was barely covered in my short, shorts. Oh wow.

  “We’ll see if you’re sweet enough for me to show you, baby.”

  Baby? I could barely breathe at my smoking hot Dad calling me “baby” when he never had before. Whatever he said next was lost on me as my heartbeat picked up and I tried to figure out what was going on.

  “Sit closer, baby, and get me out a beer,” he ordered.

  My eyes widened, but I tried not to let him see as I bravely scooted closer to him. It must not have been close enough, because he put his powerful arm over my shoulders and he pulled me right against him. My big breasts jiggled, while feelings like the ones I got when I touched myself started tightening between my thighs. It felt a little damp down there.

  Then the most amazing thing of all the amazing things happened, and Dad kept his arm around me, just like a boyfriend would. I nearly swooned into him with happiness.

  “Pop me a beer, baby,” he commanded.

  “Yes, Dad,” I said, digging one out.

  “You and me, boo, we’re going to help each other out.”

  I had no clue what that meant, but I wanted nothing to end my perfect bliss so I just nodded like I knew, handing Dad the open beer. I watched his strong jaw work as he drank, while I was feeling the attraction inside me grow even stronger. Gosh, he was so hot. I’d seen him shaved, and not so shaved, and I really liked the rough edgy look he had with his black whiskers barely showing.

  His arm was tight across my back as I wondered dreamily about what it would feel like to have my Dad kiss me. Would those dark whiskers scratch? Since everything was so perfect, I guess I got a little brave and incautious.

  “Dad, most of the boys at school think I’m too big,” I murmured.

  “What the fuck,” Dad growled. His hand on my shoulder was big and warm as it squeezed me. “Are they crazy?”

  “I don’t know,” I muttered.

  “Listen, April,” he said, as he turned on the road that would take us to our secret fishing spot; one we’d found last year. “They’re just boys, and they don’t know shit. When they get to be men, they’ll get how fucking hot tits and ass are.”

  I nearly fainted again and my body stiffened up with my repressed need to squeal in utter happiness. My Dad thought I had tits and ass. And he liked it!

  “But mom,” I persisted, because I was fatal until the end, like the normal young virgin girl I was.

  Dad snorted. “I was fucking crazy, just because she gave a good blow job. But your mom is all sharp angles, baby. A man, he wants a woman to sink into, not sharpness.”

  I couldn’t help it. My mouth fell opened in a big round O and a little squeak escaped. My Dad like my looks better than my mom’s! Suddenly, Dad’s arm was lifted from around me and his hand clamped over my bare thigh. His hand was so big it covered all the width of my thigh, and his fingers were really high up on my leg. The touch seemed to burn through me, as I held my breath.

  Oh wow, oh wow.

  I wanted him to touch me higher so badly, I nearly whimpered. Dad was glancing at me, as if checking my reaction, and I managed to get unstuck enough to lick my lips.

  “You like that, baby?” he asked in a deep whisper.

  I nodded energetically, and his hand instantly moved higher, until his finger nudged under the edge of my shorts.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned outright, unable to stop the fierce emotions of arousal pouring through me as my Dad’s fingertip traced the crease of my slit over the little thong I had on.

  Dad growled in his throat ... a thrilling sound that sounded like he’d found something he really liked. “Call me that again,” he ordered.

  My gaze flew to his and I saw the dark heat. I licked my achy lips and he watched every movement, before I whispered, “Daddy.”

  His eyes burned hotter and his finger pushed deeper as my legs spread open all on their own.

  “I like that,” he uttered. “You my sweet little girl?” I nodded, and I wanted to press forward and grind on his fingertip stroking my slit. “Say it,” he ordered.

  “I’m your sweet little girl, Daddy,” I murmured, and I was surprised that my usually high voice was so husky sounding.

  Daddy pressed inward when I said it—I moaned, wanting to let my head fall back. “You going to do what I tell you, baby?”

  “Yes, Daddy ... anything.”

  Suddenly the truck jerked to a stop and only Dad’s hand between my thighs kept me from being thrown forward. Dad slammed the shifter into park and the next thing I knew he’d hauled me out of the truck. His big hands were up around the sides of my breasts under my armpits as he pressed me into the side of his truck, after slamming the bag from the Quick Stop down onto the hood.

  His dark gaze struck my lips as if he could taste them, while his hands tightened on me. “Gimme that mouth,” he ordered with a growl, and I nearly wet my pants.

  Then because I didn’t really know what I was doing, I puckered my lips up like a fishes mouth. Dad’s eyes lifted to mine for one second, and then dropped back down to my lips with a sexy side-lifting of his mouth.

  “Teaching you is going to be my prize,” he muttered, right before he slammed his mouth over my lips.

  Passionate heat detonated inside me at the feeling of my Dad’s warm and firm lips over my mouth. I moaned outrageously, instantly becoming hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I'd never been kissed; I'd imagined it, but doing it was nowhere close to my imagination. Doing it with my Dad was light years away from what I'd fantasized.

  Maybe I dreamed my first kiss would be a light touch on my lips, a soft caress like when I tried kissing my pillow at night. But what my Dad was doing to my mouth was nowhere close to that. It was the attack of a forceful and confident man, taking what he wanted and teaching the young virgin beneath him exactly how he wanted it.

  I followed him, eagerly trying to kiss him back as fiercely as he was kissing me, and I thought it was so freaking hot; the wild kiss, the way he pushed me into his truck, and the feeling of a big long hardness in his jeans, pressing into me.

  But I was in for it because in the next second what I thought was hot turned into blazing, when Dad grabbed the back of my head, and then he pressed his tongue between my lips.

  Holy-moly! I moaned like one of those porn stars I’d seen on the porno movies, while Dad’s thick tongue plundered my willing mouth. Then his loose hand clamped over my butt; the hugeness of his palm covering one big rounded cheek, and he growled, in what I think sounded like out-of-control lust.

  For me!

  I clutched him. Then dizzily I realized that I could touch him. I could steal feels of the roped muscles over his shoulders, down his back, and then I could grab his hard butt. I’d seen him, and I knew he was built, but feeling him was totally different and way more awesome in a way that made my panties wet and my heartbeat speed up.

  I was feeling up my Dad. And he was totally letting me!

  In fact we were grinding together as if our clothes were irritating and we needed to grind them away.

  “Hop up, boo,” Dad ordered in a growl against my lips.

  He used both his hands to grab my butt and he boosted me upward. I had no choice but to kick my legs around his hips with my sparkly flip-flops falling off my feet, while his mouth kept nipping and working against my lips. However my attention narrowed to a rock hard bulge and the way my pussy was spread out over it.

  “Daddy,” I moaned into his mouth and I bega
n grinding my hips, because every time I did that an electric spark of pleasure curled through my pussy. It was so hot, I loved it and I wanted more.

  “So fucking tight and young,” Dad rumbled against my lips as his hands holding my butt helped me to grind my achy and needy slit against his cock.

  Whoa. That thing in his pants was huge. I mean I’d seen them on the porno movie, but Dad’s cock felt way bigger than those. And I knew enough to know that I was the one making it as hard as it was, and it made me feel very proud I could get my Daddy hard like that.

  It had to mean that he liked me a lot. It maybe even meant that he liked me like a man desired a woman. That excited me so much, I started attacking Dad’s firm lips, kissing him fast, furiously, and really deep. Dad pushed me up against the truck and he started crushing that thick ridge into me, making me whimper with need.

  “Damn, April,” he growled, breaking our lips apart. “You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he said, looking at me with heat and fire snapping in his irises.

  All I could hear was my Dad calling me “baby.” I bit my kiss-swollen bottom lip, and I nudged my pussy over his hardness. “I’m a virgin, Daddy,” I whispered. “All the boys think I’m too fat.”

  I pouted my bottom lip.

  Dad’s voice instantly cracked with force. “Baby, you’re not fat.” My heart soared. “You’re a fucking hot, sexy teenager, April. Men know how good tits and ass are, while boys are fucking clueless.”

  “Men do?” I asked, right before my Dad’s lips clamped back down over my mouth.

  I guess the answer was in Dad’s ravenous kisses, while his big hands rose higher on me, and then they scooted right into my shorts. I squealed as the heat of his hands closed over the bareness of my big butt cheeks. But he was a man, and he could fit and squeeze my entire undulating butt into his hands.

  My Daddy had his bare hands on my naked butt!

  I humped him like a crazy teenager, I was so turned on. The feel of those big hands over my ass made me lightheaded with young lust, and I’d thought I’d been turned on at night, laying on my stomach in my bed, while humping my fingers—thinking of Dad’s hot body. But I was wrong. That was tiny compared to the arousal storming through my eager young body, and there was something even more blissful about Dad squeezing, kneading, and fondling my bare butt that was making me wild.

  My inner thoughts were: “Touch the crease Daddy. Please, touch the crease.”

  I wiggled this way and that over Dad’s tall and strong body trying to get him to fondle his fingers into the crease of my ass, where I had this burning desire to be touched. If only I could be brave enough to ask for it.

  But no, I was too embarrassed. Maybe it would make him think I was yucky. So I just started moaning wildly every time he came close, thinking he’d subconsciously get the hint.

  And suddenly it worked!

  Dad’s big finger slid deep in the crease of my ass.

  I tore our lips apart with my head falling back. “Daddy,” I cried, passionately.

  “Christ, April, you’re fucking hot,” Dad growled. “You like that, baby girl?”

  “Oh God,” I groaned, and he stroked around a place I didn’t think girls were supposed to like. But wow, it was making me so horny. “Daddy, daddy,” I whined, needing things I couldn’t put into words.

  His finger thick entered me a little and I squirmed around on him, jamming my clit down hard on his erection.

  “Hush, hush, baby girl,” he muttered, and suddenly without knowing he had moved us, because I was so into it, I felt my Dad prying me loose from his body.

  I wailed, but then the cool vinyl from the backseat of my Dad’s truck hit my cheek from where he had tossed me face down onto it. My hands kind of freaked for purchase, because there really wasn’t any, as my eyes snapped open, and I wondered: “What the heck?”

  But the next thing I felt were his big hands tugging my shorts and thong down. “Daddy?”

  “Hush, baby girl.”

  Dad’s wide hand was suddenly between my legs and a man’s fingers touched my really slippery pussy lips, where only my small fingers had touched before.

  “Oh!” I squealed, and my butt rose upward as Daddy pressed and rubbed a circle between my slick pussy lips. My mouth made a big O with no sound coming out. A thousand aches started spiking deep inside me and they twirled tighter and tighter with each hard pressing circle of my Daddy’s fingers in my pussy.

  “Lift that hot ass for me, baby girl,” he ordered in a deep growl, and I was his plaything, because I would do anything to keep the feelings building inside my young virgin pussy.

  “Yes, Daddy,” I cried, using my knees to curl my ass higher for him.

  “Good girl,” he uttered. Then the most awesome thing in my entire existence happened, and I felt a warm hot lick of wetness right in my butt.

  I squealed and my thighs blasted open with my Dad prying them from behind as his tongue licked my asshole.

  “Daddy!” I cried, and then I started panting.

  “Fucking virgin holes,” Daddy uttered thickly.

  “Ohwowohwow,” I chanted, while my Dad licked my asshole as he rubbed my pussy lips deeply and those aches sprang free into the biggest explosion of pleasure my young body had ever felt.

  *****

  “Drink it up, baby.”

  My Daddy was looking at me with blazing heat in his eyes and his lips reddened from my kisses and from him licking my tight little butthole. I was sprawled across the back seat of his truck with my shorts and thong gone, tossed somewhere in the front seat and my cami top pushed up to my neck so Daddy could play with my taut nipples, while I drank my second wine cooler.

  Every now and then Daddy would very possessively rub my puffy pink pussy lips, and I knew he wasn’t faking it; he really wanted me. Chubby April ... who could turn her Daddy on.

  I giggled because I was drunk on wine and happiness. My amazing Daddy had made me cum like never before, and he still hadn’t pull his hard cock out of his pants. But I knew it was coming. His dark eyes promised it was coming. His other hand lifted the bottom of the wine cooler bottle I had pressed to my lips and it made me gulp it all down. Then he took the empty bottle and he tossed it behind him out the open door of the truck.

  “Baby girl, you wanna see this?” He rubbed the huge bulge in the front of his jeans.

  I nodded with a sloppy drunk grin, and then I curled my body, to crawl closer to him. “Daddy, your cock must be huge,” I whispered, and I slurred every word.

  “Unzip it and see,” he ordered.

  His hand landed on my ass and he played with it, making me wiggle my bare butt in his hand as I unzipped his jeans.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I said in awe, as a long thick shaft bounced out of his jeans, hitting my nose. It was so big and stiff, it curved upward, and on the dark red head were pools of white cream I knew was my Daddy’s seed.

  Something about being drunk, so excited, and having Daddy playing with my ass, made me lean forward and lick it.

  “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned, and I loved the sound so much I licked it again and again. Each time I licked, he play his finger on my tingly asshole, and it made me want to lick him more.

  “Daddy, it’s so hot and hard,” I said. “So yummy.”

  “Christ,” he groaned, as I looked up at him and he watched me licking his hard pole of a cock. He grabbed the back of my head with his free hand. “Put Daddy’s cock in your mouth, baby girl.”

  “Yum, yum, yes Daddy.”

  Whoa. My lips stretched and stretched, and when I thought it was too much packed into my small mouth, I tried to back off, but Daddy held my head and he pushed down, making me take more of his thick cock. My eyes were saucers looking up at him with his huge cock loaded in my mouth and filling it beyond capacity.

  “Suck it, baby girl. Suck Daddy’s cock.”

  Oh wow, that changed everything! It took it from hardly fitting between my lips; to being that I wanted it there, filling my mouth up so mu
ch, so then I could suck it down. I bobbed my head and my Dad helped me by pushing the back of my skull as he groaned thrilling growls, which made me suck his huge shaft even faster.

  His finger pressed deeper into my asshole and that just made me go crazy hot as I slurped his cock with wet sounds. Then Daddy’s finger pulled out of my ass and I heard the rattling of the paper sack from the store. He was rummaging on the seat, and the next thing I felt was something like thick cold cream rubbing in the crack of my ass.

  I would have jumped up to try to figure out what it was, but Daddy kept a strong hand on the back of my head; a silent and forceful gesture to keep me sucking his cock. Then my Daddy’s finger was back, pushing into the tight tunnel of my virgin ass, and I forgot to wonder about the feelings of thick grease being there. Because it felt too good, and suddenly I was moaning over Daddy’s cock, while it got bigger and harder in my mouth.

  “Such a tight young ass, baby girl,” he groaned, as I moaned wildly, while humping my ass back against his finger, which was fucking my asshole.

  Suddenly, Daddy’s hand whipped from the back of my head, and he grabbed the base of his cock. I could see his fingers whitening as he squeezed it and the thick pole of it popped out of my mouth.

  “Fuck no. This cums for my baby girl,” he rasped, as I wiped saliva off my mouth.

  It looked like he was trying not to cum, then he looked at me and I could tell Daddy planned to put his big cock inside me, right then.

  “Daddy, we need a condom,” I whispered, turning to look in the sack. “A really big one.”

  “It’ll be alright, baby girl,” he uttered with a growl of command in his voice. “I’ll pull out. Now turn around for me, honey.”

  I looked confused, but there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my Daddy. So I turned around on my hands and knees with my big butt in the air. I really thought men and women fucked facing each other.

  I looked over my shoulder. “Daddy, you’ll pull out right?”

  He crawled up on the seat over me, and his fingers reached over my hip, then they curled between my pussy lips. The pleasure spiked so hot, so quickly, I never heard what he answered as each rub of Daddy’s fingers, brought my ass up higher, while I moaned deliriously.