Daddy's THICK TABOO collection (20 books from Horny House Series)

by Adrian Amos

  For a confident girl, I bizarrely buckle under the pressure. My voice cracks, “I-I should probably start my tan now.”

  Daddy's hands loosen, and I slip out of his grip. I stumble through the water as I make my speedy escape. I can't make it to my towel fast enough, nearly throwing myself face down onto the ground. I lie down on the towel, and I can feel my heart pounding against the sand under me. I close my eyes, steadying my breath, wishing the world away and all this awkwardness that I'm feeling.

  Why the hell did I walk away? I wanted him to keep touching me. Why did I act like a little girl and run away? The shame ignites in me, disappointment and fear coating my mouth in distaste. Only a stupid girl would have turned away such a perfect situation, blowing her chance at experiencing something wonderful, all because she felt modest and scared.

  “I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable, babygirl.”

  So caught up in my embarrassment, I didn't notice him approach from behind me. “It's okay, daddy,” I say, while simultaneously turning my head the other direction, away from him. It's not okay, but I'm too stubborn to admit that.

  “You don't have to be uncomfortable. Daddy would never hurt you, not in a million years.” I hear him kneel beside me. His hand falls to my lower back, a gesture I would have thought comforting once, but instead sends a shock wave through my system, one propelled by an unsatisfied lust.

  Unconsciously, I lift my butt from the ground, only an inch or two, but enough to be visible to anyone paying attention. It's like my pussy answers the call, displaying prominently the curve of my back leading into the curve of my ass, even if my mind is too afraid to make its eagerness known. It's a reaction I didn't intend but one that garners an appreciative response from daddy.

  “You know,” he ponders, carelessly dragging his fingers up my spine, “if you want a complete tan, it wouldn't do to have anything in the way”—he tugs on the string to my bra, slowly undoing the knot—“like this, for instance.”

  My mouth goes dry as daddy slides the strings down the side of my back. He repeats it with the string circling my neck. I can't speak, I can't utter my surprise, I can't even moan my appreciation, my nerves a steel clad lock on vocalizing my desires. All I can do is undulate my back, conveying just how badly I want daddy to touch me.

  He complies with my yearning, using his soft touch to calm my lust, all the while feeding it as his hand makes its way along my back. It travels to that spot that first communicated my unspoken hunger for him. When his fingers brush over the band of my panties, my butt lifts again, imploring him to continue his current trajectory.

  Daddy is no little boy, afraid to push a girl's boundaries. Whereas I earlier retreated from his advances, daddy now moves with utmost determination. Without skipping a beat, without asking permission, his fingers slip between my ass cheeks, pressing into my crack as he glides along me. Pushing in, his fingers hook the string separating me, pulling it out and moving it to the side.

  This utter invasion of my body forces the first moan from my lips, arching my back and lifting my butt even further, prompting daddy to do what he wants with me.

  And he does, spreading my cheeks with his hands and diving into my crack, his tongue devouring my forbidden hole. I groan at the intrusion, unprepared by daddy's thirsty consumption of my dirty backdoor. I want to complain, but the sensation of a tongue penetrating my tightness quickly subdues me, causing my belly to twist from the potent yet calming pleasure. His slippery tongue licking me from the inside relaxes me, letting my back arch some more so that daddy has easier access to my loosening ass. I stretch my opening, widening myself for him.

  Daddy takes my invitation seriously, grabbing my hips and pulling me up to my knees and hands. My untied bikini stays on the towel, allowing my tits to meet the warm beach air. The second I'm exposed to the world, a surge rushes to my pussy, the voyeuristic possibilities ramping up my libido. It feels like I want to be found, like I want someone to see daddy eat my ass out.

  “God, that ass is so fucking good.”

  From my new position on my knees, daddy pulls my panties down, and what little fabric that was covering my tiny body gives way, the triangular piece pulling away from my soaking cunt. Daddy spreads me hard, opening me up so that he has all the room into my body he could ask for. His face meets my asshole again, his tongue pushing deep inside me, tasting his babygirl deep and without reservation.

  “Fuck, daddy,” I groan, the pleasure so unsettling and unthinkable that I feel dirty for enjoying it. I just want him inside me, more than anything in the world. “Daddy, fuck me, daddy.”

  “Oh shit,” he groans, my words provoking him. He slaps my ass as he rises to his feet, ushering a sting of pain through my flesh.

  I look back as daddy undoes his swim trunks, letting them fall to the ground. His cock is thick and throbbing, swollen from gorging on his little girl's ass. He strokes it, hardening it even more, spitting on it and lubing it up for quick entry.

  He kneels behind me, and without preamble, he slides his cock deep into my pussy, guiding it easily as his spit and my juices suck him in. I cry out, daddy breaking me open for the first time, his meat so thick that his entry is almost painful in its intensity.

  “Oh yeah, that's tight.” Daddy's hips pull back slowly, drawing his cock out at a torturous pace, as if he were taunting me. So sensitive, I let out a long groan that follows his cock as it pulls out. That is, until he reaches the end, where he immediately slams his dick back into me, the strong thrust propelling pleasure through my cunt, shooting it straight through my cervix.

  Daddy's thrusts meet a consistent pace, plowing into me with steady precision, enjoying the slow and regular intervals of dominant pleasure. He's so focused, my body reacts to his manipulation of my flesh, my pleasure welling as I succumb to his control, to his domination over me, using my body as if it were programmed to be used that way. It's like he knows me better than I know myself.

  And like a game he's played before, he knows the moves he has to make. As his hips pound into mine, his hand flows over my ass, and from above, he sticks his thumb into my asshole, anally splitting me with his digit. I yelp as he seizes on me, and as his thrusts continue, daddy's finger begins to push in as well, busting through my backdoor.

  The small bit of double penetration fuels me, and I move my body like the crack of a whip, bouncing my hips down on daddy, feeding his cock into my pussy and engulfing his finger in my ass.

  The words out of my mouth have to be the naughtiest thing I've ever said in my life: “Daddy, your finger feels so good in my ass.”

  Like any innocent girl who's ever uttered anything wicked for the first time, I learn that wicked words receive a wicked reply: “You little slut, babygirl. Now all daddy wants to do is fuck you in your tight, little ass.”

  “What?!”

  Daddy's cock slides out of me and daddy repositions himself. I anxiously dip my butt lower, out of his reach, unconsciously resisting daddy's intentions.

  But daddy easily picks my butt up again, simultaneously pushing my face back to the ground, upending my ass so that my cheeks spread open and daddy can see my asshole stretching for him.

  Daddy's hands on my hips, he pulls me back on his pussy-slick cock, puncturing my tiny ass with his massive member. I cry out, the pain intense as daddy's thickness unpuckers me. Daddy doesn't want to hurt me, so his motions are slow and meticulous, feeding his babygirl slowly so she can adjust to his masculine domination.

  It isn't his role to stop; it's mine to submit.

  So I do, relaxing my ass as daddy pushes deeper into me. The longer I relax, the faster he enters me and the easier he claims me, his cock driving in until his hips abruptly push up against my ass.

  Oh god, he's all the way inside me! I groan as the sensation of fullness takes over, making me feel trapped under his might.

  When daddy pulls out and slides back in, the pain morphs into pleasure, my anal walls hugging daddy and relishing the indulgence of thei
r own sensitivity. It's like my ass knew that daddy shouldn't go in, but the second it felt the introduction of pleasure, it no longer wanted him out. Instead, it seems to be inviting him in!

  Daddy smooth control of his hips allows me to adapt, until all I feel is the pleasure of his dick moving through me, building in the pit of my stomach as I bite my lip and focus on the motion of him inside me.

  I hear daddy chuckle for a moment, but I'm too entranced in my surrender to ask why.

  But daddy shows me.

  He circles his hand through my long dark hair, wrapping it in his fist as he pulls me back up to my hands. He pulls back on my head, forcing me to look forward and up. I gasp, holding my breath as the vision startles me.

  On the cliffside, where daddy and I descended from, there are two young men watching us. Difficult to see, but it's clear they're frozen in place, slack jawed at the sight before them.

  My breath is frozen just as they are, my eyes trapped on the voyeurs.

  I can't believe it!

  I never expected anyone to see us!

  This is so embarrassing!

  I'm naked.

  I'm getting assfucked by daddy.

  And he's not stopping at all!

  Daddy deep thrust forces a moan from me. Deep and loud, the first sound out of my throat when I resume breathing after the shock of being watched.

  I can't believe I just did that! I can't believe I just made that sound in front of those boys!

  But daddy isn't stopping, and a girl can't hope to control her body when she's being fucked so good. Daddy enjoys it instead, picking up his thrusting. He pulls my head back and up by the hair, lifting my body up straight onto my knees. He puts his free arm under my elbow, drawing it back as he reaches under it to the other side, grabbing my other elbow in his hand.

  With daddy's armbar holding my arms behind my back, and his other hand yanking my hair back, I'm forced to look at the cliffs, my bare body bumping up and down for the pleasure of the boys. My tits bounce as daddy assfucks me, using his armbar to slam me back down on his cock, forcing it all the way inside me.

  My pleasure builds in me at such a steady rate that it won't be long until I come.

  But daddy does the unexpected, leaning in and whispering in my ear. “You love when daddy fucks you in the ass, don't you?”

  I moan, his crass words sending a sharp stab into my stomach, an extra dose of pleasure that speeds up the ETA of my orgasm. “Yes,” I croak, finding my words in between daddy's hard thrusts.

  “What's that?”

  “Yes, daddy.” My voice is barely above a whisper.

  “Louder,” he commands.

  “Yes, daddy,” I reply, slightly louder.

  “Come on, you spoiled little girl,” he retorts, yanking my hair quickly yet violently, “Louder!”

  “Yes, daddy!” I shout.

  “Yes, what?!” he shouts back.

  “Yes, daddy! I love it when you fuck me in the ass!”

  I see the men reach for their cocks through their shorts, unable to contain their own arousal.

  The ETA no longer exists. My forced public admission drives me over the edge almost instantly, propelling my body into a shattering orgasm. I scream 'Daddy!” as my body ricochets his cock inside me, my ass squeezing on him as I seize uncontrollably.

  Daddy gives me a couple extremely rough thrusts deep into my ass before he himself explodes, his cock pulsing vigorously, shooting half a dozen strands of cum straight up into me, filling me with the hot stew of daddy's seed. He twitches and contorts, groaning as his cock blows a massive load into me. I feel every pulse, every strain of his dick unloading, as my ass holds him all the way inside and his cum coats my walls.

  Daddy lets go of my hair and falls backwards onto his feet, his cock popping out of me with a loud smack of suction. A warm rush of cum gushes from my ass, splattering onto the ground.

  Still on my knees, I sink a little onto my feet, but I'm unable to move further than that: daddy's still got his armbar restraining me. Instead I sit on my knees, my ragged breathing causing my tits to rise and fall, as if beckoning the boys above to come down.

  To my surprise, they start to descend, and my heart begins to flutter.

  “Daddy,” I whisper, “they're coming down.”

  “Don't worry, babygirl. Daddy won't let anything bad happen to you.”

  He lets go of my arms and I slump forward slightly. But he leans in again, kissing my cheek. “That is, unless you want something bad to happen to you?”

  My eyes go wide. What does he mean?

  I look over to him and he smiles.

  I look back at the young men approaching; young, not large, not strong, yet slim and muscular like daddy, but men nonetheless. Men I couldn't resist even if I wanted to...

  If I wanted to?

  My tits continue to rise and fall as I unconsciously beckon the boys over.

  I don't know what to do, but I know I won't do anything to stop them.

  - - -

  Daddy Sells Me on the Sand

  I can see the grin in his eyes before it ever crosses his lips.

  My stepdad is solely focusing on me, ignoring the two boys approaching us from across the beach. Clearly he's watching me, watching for some indication of my mood, watching for what I might want, or what I might do.

  But what does he expect? My face is hot and my heart is beating wildly. Two young men are approaching us on the beach, hell-bent on meeting us.

  Why? Because they just witnessed me scream out, “Yes, daddy! I love it when you fuck me in the ass!” I think that gets anyone's attention, especially two horny studs.

  I'm naked, kneeling on my towel, cum dripping out of my ass, and daddy's cock softening the closer the boys get, spent wholly in his little girl. His arousal is dying out, but I can see clearly that the men's arousal is just starting.

  Fear takes over and I'm unable to move or speak. I'm afraid, but completely entranced with what possibilities may come. I may not be able to talk, but I don't think I would say anything that might change what's about to go down.

  When they get close enough, the boy with the blonde hair speaks, “Oy!” he shouts, like a dockworker calling for attention.

  Both boys are bare chested, thin and pale, a contrast to my golden yellow skin. They have minimal muscle, built more like track stars than anything. One blonde, the other black haired, they close with swagger, probably hopped up on adrenaline and eroticism. They couldn't be much older than eighteen each, probably freshly out of high school.

  I look over at my stepdad and he nods at the boys, waiting for them to say something.

  The black haired one responds, “That was a hell of a show there.” Neither of them can take their eyes off me, staring dumbly at my large tits. Their eyes are so fixated, I unconsciously cross my arms over my breasts, breaking what view they had. You'd think I'd have thought of it earlier, but it wasn't until I felt like a piece of meat that protecting my modesty came to mind.

  Daddy smiles, “You like that, huh?”

  “Is he really your daddy?” blondy asks pointedly at me.

  I open my mouth, but daddy cuts me off. “What's it matter to you?”

  “I just thought it was hot, is all.”

  My stepfather makes no effort to correct them, oddly playing to their fantasies by calling me the one thing that would goad their imaginations. “My daughter's a vocal girl.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” blondy chimes in, “that moaning was fucking amazing.”

  I blush, embarrassment welling in me as they all talk about me as if I'm not sitting right here.

  Daddy eggs them on. “She's got a body on her, doesn't she?”

  I look over at him, my eyes wide. What is he doing?!

  “If that's your daughter, you nailed it.” The pun too much for him, he smirks, “Both ways.”

  “How old are you boys?”

  Eighteen, just as I thought.

  “You want to have some fun with her?”


  I gasp. “What?!”

  Simultaneously, the astonished boys respond, “Are you serious?”

  Oddly, the first thought that comes out is not what you'd expect. “I'm twenty, daddy. I'm not going to have sex with some eighteen year olds.” I don't know why I'm caught up on their age, like somehow being forced to fuck two guys younger than me is somehow worse than some other situation. Maybe it's because they're young, and I know they'd never have a chance with me if we met in school. Submitting to guys who I'd never normally sleep with...

  Daddy looks at me, his grin more mischievous than before. He knows it irks me, but instead of being concerned, he's chomping at the bit to use it against me. “Yeah, why not? Couple young guys like you, probably need to get your dicks wet.”

  “Daddy, don't talk like that!”

  Daddy's gaze pierces me, stern and unremitting. “Babygirl, don't interrupt. I know what's best for you.” He turns back to the boys. “My daughter's a little bit of a stuck up: she gets it from her mother. It'd do her some good to loosen up a little.”

  The boys glance at each other, unsure of how to proceed. I watch them, swallowing as I nervously await their response. For a second, I feel a bit of calm wash over me as the boys seem incapable of making a decision.

  But daddy's not done yet. “Go on,” he says, “she's stubborn, but she works best when you just go for it. First lesson as a man: don't ask questions.”

  I hear daddy move behind me. He reaches down and tears my hands away from my chest, re-exposing me to the boys. I whine in response, but daddy grabs my breasts, kneading them in his hands. His fingers pinch my nipples, twisting them into ecstatic delight.

  To my horror, I close my eyes, my mouth hangs open, and I moan. They feel incredibly sensitive, burning as daddy has his way. I must still be on fire from the orgasm he gave me earlier. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my voice, but I have no doubt that the look of a naked girl biting her lip has the same effect as hearing her moan.