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

by Adrian Amos

  Chris lifts me up to his mouth, kissing me deeply, nibbling on my plump lower lip as he devours me like I'm the tastiest thing he's ever eaten. The guttural groan he emits sends a shock wave through me. “God, I want that pretty little mouth on my cock.”

  “We all want her. Fuck, I want to see her get fucked from every side.”

  Ben, the father, plays the role of caretaker. “Dude, she's probably never done anal before. We gotta ease her in before we fill her up.” I will admit, it's thoughtful in the most fucked up way imaginable.

  Jason is all too eager to jump right in. “I call her little bubble ass.”

  “All right,” Ben says, “get to it. I'll gladly take that pussy.”

  I feel helpless as the men talk about what they want to do to me. They're not including me at all, set on stuffing my body however they want. I've never done anal before, but I say nothing, too swept up in the moment and the sublime lack of control.

  I don't want to say anything: it'll the ruin the stimulation of being used.

  Jason drags me backward toward the couch, plopping down and guiding me back toward him. But instead of sitting between his legs, he pulls me further up, putting my legs on each side of him as I squat above him. He holds his rock hard cock up, which makes me shudder when I see just how thick it is.

  Can I actually fit that inside my ass?

  I feel a bead of sweat form on my forehead.

  Jason adds another layer of saliva to his meat before he lowers me down—very, very slowly—ensuring I'm steady as his dick makes its way to my backdoor. When I get low enough, I can feel the head press against my puckered ass. I unconsciously twitch when it touches my exposed hole.

  “Relax, babygirl,” uncle Jason says. I do as he says, taking a deep breath, letting my muscles go lax before proceeding. I lower myself with the help of Jason's hands at my waist. My asshole spreads open as I force him inside me. The groan I let out is deep, one of agony but also arousal, fed by the looks of the men watching me get impaled in my ass.

  Chris and Ben look me up and down, stroking their cocks as my body falls further down Jason's shaft. It's embarrassing, but it helps to take my focus away. I reach back with both arms to hold onto the back of the couch, spreading my legs open even farther as I work on trying to widen myself for him.

  “Oh, shhhhhhit.” His cock gets to a point where it seems to have to push past my pelvic bones. I know that's impossible—that's it's just my muscles—but it's so resistant to him pushing in, it feels like an impassable barrier. I cry out as his cock breaks through it, widening my ass to a point I never would have imagined.

  It's one thing to see the thickness he's packing, it's another to feel it shoved deep into my ass.

  Chris and Ben start to hoot and holler when I get vocal. They shout naughty, dirty things about how well I take a dick, but then switch it up with encouragement, telling me how well I'm doing, that it's only a little further.

  Oddly, enough, it really does feel like a family gangbang.

  Which is all the more comforting when I finally reach the bottom, Jason's dick pushed all the way inside up to the hilt. The fullness is horribly intense, but I melt into his body, relaxing as I realize that there's no more to push inside.

  I breathe deep and giggle, happy that I'm able to fit all of my uncle inside of me. I feel like a good girl, who's done something special for her family.

  Jason gives me a moment sitting on his dick to adjust, and when I feel comfortable, I lean forward.

  “There ya go, babygirl. You ready to ride my dick?”

  I nod, returning to a squat and using Jason's thighs as leverage, giving a push and feeling his thick cock escape my ass. The emptiness is rewarding as all the pressure inside me dissipates, but as satisfying as that is, when I reinsert his dick, the fullness takes on a whole new dimension.

  Rather than just be inhabited, I'm finally being fucked. Each lift off gives a sense of relief and each drop down a sense of ecstasy.

  When I've taken Jason's dick enough times, Chris says, “I think she's ready.”

  Ben laughs, “Go on, boy. Get at her.”

  Chris climbs the couch, turns my head, and sticks his cock down my throat. I hold my tongue out, letting him run along the slippery service as I taste every inch under his shaft. He grabs my hair and uses my mouth, fucking my face as Jason starts to guide my ass below me.

  I've lost control again, ceding my pleasure to the men around me.

  And then Ben steps up to the plate.

  Lifting my legs, he positions himself in front of my dripping snatch, adjusting in between all the action, stuffing his thick cock into my waiting pussy.

  I cry out—or try as best I can, my voice coming out as vibrations that travel through Chris's cock.

  Ben's cock pierces me with fury, blasting through my spread pussy like it's meant to be there. The magnitude of my pleasure is doubled, the fullness of my ass and the fullness of my pussy mingling to produce a new sensation. Double stuffed, I bask in the moment when both cocks sit deep inside me, enjoying a strange sense of comfort, like a warm blanket resting over me, keeping me safe.

  Instead, though, it's two men sandwiching me between their two muscular bodies.

  And then Ben's thrusting starts. In and out, alternating perfectly with Jason's cock, I'm filled at one end and emptied at the other. I'm never a second without a dick pushing my boundaries, breaking me wide at some opening.

  When it becomes too difficult for Jason to control my movements, he rests me on his cock, keeping it puncturing me as Ben's thrusts pick up and drive into me. With his momentum sending me backwards, I'm lifted off Jason's cock at the same time, only to fall back down on it when Ben retreats.

  This goes on sometime as Ben controls our motion, using his position to dictate the flow of my pleasure. The steady thrusting builds my own orgasm, strengthening it with consistent pulses of dick.

  But it's slowed when Chris gasps, “Oh shit, she must be loving this, because she is sucking my cock super fucking hard.”

  He's right. The pounding is causing my body to seize up, my mouth sealing around Chris as I'm unable to do anything but take my punishment. My lips create a pressure seal around his shaft as he thrusts his dick in my mouth, deep inhalations of breathe creating a vacuum that roughly pulls on his foreskin.

  Hard enough to elicit an orgasm as the man's face scrunches up and he shouts, “I'm gonna blow, I'm gonna blow!”

  Ben cuts him off, “You know what to do, dude.”

  I think it's a word of encouragement, and I ready myself to take a hot, sticky load down my throat. But Chris pulls his cock out, repositioning himself in front of Ben.

  Standing over my stomach, he gives himself a few strokes before exploding all over me. His jizz lands on my body, coating me in warmth as his goo covers my bellybutton stud. It seeps south, flooding my bellybutton with semen. A good six moans are followed by six shots of cum, strands that hook onto me like splattered paint.

  I can't imagine why he did it instead of finishing inside me. But I focus on the cum as it starts to bounce up my body as Ben thrusts hard into my pussy. Like a scattershot, he fires Chris's cum all over me, spreading it over my entire stomach.

  Chris steps off the couch and Jason says, “Dude, lay down on the couch. I want to plow this ass.”

  They pull out, but Ben says, “First, spread that cum all over you with your hands.”

  “What?” I ask, dumbfounded as my lust abates from not enough cocks inside me.

  “You heard me. Do it.”

  “Yes, daddy,” I respond, intent on getting this party going again. I reach down and spread Chris's cum all over my body, pushing it upwards. It's so fucking much, it covers me from stomach to tits.

  “Taste it.”

  “Damn, dude,” Chris says, excited to watch my humiliation.

  I bring my fingers to my mouth and inhale them, sucking in the rest of Chris's salty goodness. I swallow it and it circles the drain before returning to my s
tomach.

  “Good girl,” Ben says.

  He lies down on the couch and I straddle him. His cock slides in quickly, and Jason comes from behind me, pushing my back down until my tits press against Ben. With no care like before, Jason's dick slides all the way into my anus, busting into me without preamble or foreplay.

  He wanted back inside me as much as I wanted it. This time, though, there's little pain, instead a wave of pleasure that's shot through at the speed of Jason's thrusts.

  Now Jason's in control, and his thrusts are no where near as measured as Ben's. His movements are angry, consumed in the fact that he's fucking his boss's daughter's ass. It gives him energy, it gives him purpose, it gives him power.

  It also gives him an explosive orgasm as he rams his dick deep inside my tight asshole.

  I can feel the strain of his dick as I'm bent over for him. He groans, and just as I think he's going to finish inside me, he pulls out, his dick emitting a loud plop as it departs my loose ass.

  He fires his orgasm all over my back, splashing half a dozen shots of warm splooge on my back tattoo. I shudder as each discharge strikes me, covering my back end in goop that slowly dries into sticky residue.

  As Jason pulls back, I'm given no break as Ben starts to furiously fuck my pussy. He wraps his arms around and holds me to his body as his long cock does all the work. His hips drive him deep inside, getting faster and faster, fucking me with abandon as he's intent on coming just like the others.

  When it finally becomes too much, I hear him groan, and his hips pick up for one last series of thrusts. When he tenses, I don't get my hopes up that he's going to finish inside me, but pull out like the others before he explodes.

  I'm wrong.

  Ben pushes his cock all the way in, lifting his hips and holding them up in the air. After a brief moment, his dick unloads a heavy load of cum buried into my cunt.

  The shock of him doing what the others didn't sends me into overdrive as the warmth shoots through me.

  His orgasm into my body is enough of a surprise to send my own body over the edge.

  I scream out as my body sputters, racking on top of Ben as my pussy pulls on his dick. The pull of my cunt is strong, my muscles working themselves into a frenzy trying to suck in every drop of cum he deposits in me. It works just as nature intended, engulfing every bit of baby batter, even tugging hard enough to draw out the little drops of cum Ben wasn't ready to give me.

  We both twitch in each other's arms, exhausted at total expenditure.

  We get up and get dressed like the others. My crop top and jeans do nothing to cover the thick loads dropped on stomach and back.

  When I reach for a towel, Ben snaps it away from me. He says, “I'm sorry, babygirl. Your daddy—your real daddy—wanted us to humiliate you. 'Degrade you' was the words he used,” Ben says. I remember him whispering to Ben right before he left the trailer. “He told me he wanted us to 'come all over your stomach and tattoo.”

  I blush. “He actually said that?”

  Ben nods, “I'm sure he wants you to drive home in your humiliation.”

  That's why it felt strangely poetic, like a shot of shame to my drunk indiscretions. It's exactly what daddy wanted me to feel.

  But then... “Why did you come inside me?”

  Ben smiles and bites his lip, an impish show. “Nothing's more degrading than getting impregnated in a gangbang.”

  I shake my head “You pig.”

  He puts his finger to his lips. “Shhh. Your daddy doesn't need to know. And if you do become pregnant, well...” He playfully paddles me on the butt. “Then you might just have some leverage over him.”

  I should be shocked, but a girl like me—one who's nothing but trouble—only sees opportunity.

  He won't be able to trade me away anymore, and I'm going to be able to enjoy a lot more gangbangs without a word of disapproval from him.

  In fact, I might just make him watch next time.

  - - -

  Daddy Pays for College Experiments

  “I'm disappointed in you.”

  “Jesus!” I shout, my heart nearly leaping through my throat. “What are you doing here?”

  My stepdad leans back in my computer chair, his brown eyes a pair of distant specks in my poorly lit dorm room. I had been meaning to get the overhead light fixed, but I've only been here a week and haven't had much time to get anything else done but orient myself.

  If anything, it gives the room a hostel vibe: low rent, seedy, and dangerous.

  Which makes daddy's sudden appearance in the dim light all the more frightening.

  “I was expecting you to have sent me a video already.”

  My face burns ever so slightly. “I just—I haven't had time.”

  “You know the deal,” he says, “this whole thing has to be worthwhile for me. College is ridiculously expensive. That money could've gone to future investing, starting another business. You know, put some good in the world.”

  I look down at my feet. It is a blessing to be the first person in my family to go to college, and I know that without daddy's extensive contributions, I never would've gotten into the school of my dreams.

  “Is that what you want? You want me to take you out and actually put my money to good use?”

  I shake my head violently. It stings even more when he suggests his money isn't being put to good use. I can become a lawyer—or a business woman—and I'd be able to make the money needed to lift my family up. If anything, my daddy's inspired me to be a person who supports other people, just like he does.

  But the price he's asking...

  “Let me hear it,” he demands.

  “Yes,” I nod, “I want to go to school.”

  “Okay, then,” he says, standing. “Then I need you to find a girl and make a video for me, before I go.”

  I gasp. “What? Now?”

  “Yeah, it's been a week. I want to start adding to my collection, and the longer you take, the smaller my collection ends up being by the time you graduate.”

  “Oh my god! Your planning on making a collection of all my videos?”

  His face morphs from disappointment to anger. “So, you're too good for it, you're saying?”

  “No, it's—“

  “I'm not making you do anything. We can stop this whole thing right now if you think it's a problem.”

  I sigh. “No, I don't mind. I don't.”

  They're just videos after all. It's just my body. I'm probably going to be having fun when I'm making the videos. I get to experiment on top of that, on someone else's dime, and I get to go to school and follow my dreams. I can't see how I'm even close to losing in this scenario.

  “Okay, good,” he says, his attention drawn to a picture on the dresser across the room. He picks up the picture, pointing to the girl at the center. “Is this your roommate?”

  I nod.

  “Her,” he says, tapping the picture for good measure.

  “Lin?” I say. I've only just gotten to know her, but she's a pretty cool girl. Quiet and reserved, how could I possibly seduce the mousy little brunette with a bob? “I don't know.”

  “Come on, it should be easy. A girl like her? She'll melt for you.”

  I don't know about that. I've never been with a girl before, so I can't imagine I can seduce one easily. I'm kind of her opposite, too. Tall and blonde, much more outgoing, who knows if I'm even her type. “She probably likes girl—if she even likes girls—just like her.”

  “Then maybe it'll be a challenge, but you need to practice anyway. I expect you going through a whole lotta girls while you're here.”

  I shake my head. He's such a pig. “Okay, well, she should be here soon. Her class just got out.”

  Daddy pulls out a small camera and sets it up in the corner of the room. It's not like it's hidden, but it'll be a big surprise when she actually notices it.

  He guides me to the small bathroom in our dorm and commands me to look appropriate for Lin's arrival. Daddy doesn't mov
e, his arms folded as he leans against the wall next to the door. I hesitate for a moment, caught up in my own shyness. And then I realize, why? Daddy's going to watch the video later. He's going to see me naked. I can't let my own awkwardness get in the way, because it won't matter in a little while.

  I remove my clothing and can see daddy perk up a little when my shirt goes over my head. I feel a sudden chill run through my spine. I don't think it has anything to do with being self-conscious. I think it has everything to do with excitement.

  Daddy's brown eyes looking on like a peeping tom, they comb over my naked body, following my curves from my breasts down to my hips. It's actually incredibly hot that daddy can't get enough of me.

  I jump in the shower, a blurry figure to daddy through the glass pane. I wash up, and then he tells me to shave my legs. It's only been a few days since the last time, but I can see why he might think it'd look better if I clean it up.

  I have to open the sliding door to the shower in order to lift my leg up on the side of the tub. This gives daddy an undistorted view of me, and my skin prickles as his eyes follow the razor up my leg. As he leans against the counter, he reaches down and shifts his package under his pants, adjusting himself as his cock starts to harden. The shaving cream disappears, the stubble with it, and daddy sees his stepdaughter in all her feminine glory.

  Well, not quite. Not yet.

  When I finish my legs, he smirks, teasingly adding, “I like my stars bald. You need to shave your pussy.”

  “Shave my... pussy?”

  “Yeah,” he nods. “You've never done it before?”

  I shake my head.

  “Do you need help?”

  A wave of turmoil runs through my body. Is he serious? Is daddy really offering to shave me down below?

  My eyes are fixated on him, I swallow, and I nod. I hold out the razor for daddy and he grabs it, taking my hand and helping me out of the tub.

  I dry myself and head to my bed. He orders me to lie down on my back. He pulls the chair in front of the bed and I lift my legs up, giving daddy a clear view to my cunt.

  I have to struggle to keep my breathing from going crazy. I can't believe I agreed to this! I just told him that he can... he can...