by Danielle Lux
“Sara, I’m married to your mother.”
“I don’t mean you,” she said, “just… someone like you. You’re so kind and caring and strong, and you always look after me. Why can’t I find a man like that?”
“You will one day,” I told her. Her eyes had gone all puffy now, but she still looked cute. Just like her mother, Sara had a really pretty face. “You’ll get everything you want. I promise.”
Sara bit her lip again.
“But what if the man I want has already been taken?”
She was looking me right in the eyes now. Shit.
“Sara, I’m your stepdad…”
“Exactly, we’re not the same blood. There wouldn’t be anything wrong with it.”
“Sara, I’m married.”
Sara looked away again, a look of shame on her face.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” she said. Then she started crying again, even worse than before.
It was heartbreaking to see her like this, tears flowing down her cheeks, so, in a moment of madness, I did the only thing I could think to do to make her feel better: I kissed her.
Not a peck on the cheek, a full-blown kiss on the mouth. She opened her mouth to greet mine, and out tongues caressed. Then, my senses returning to me, I quickly pulled away.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t have done that.”
Sara looked devastated.
She moved her eyes away from mine, then stopped as she noticed something.
“If you don’t want to,” she said, her voice hoarse from crying, “then why is there a bulge in your pants?”
I looked down. My cock, still only half erect, was making a very noticeable lump down my right pant leg.
Sara reached down and squeezed the bulge. A shiver shot through my body.
“If you don’t want to,” she said, “then why can I feel you growing harder?”
“Sara, we shouldn’t…”
But all the reasons why we shouldn’t were gone from my mind, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to ravish this gorgeous, chubby eighteen year old.
The next thing I knew we were lying on her bed kissing, her hand feeling my cock through my pants and one of my hands on one of huge breasts and the other one squeezing her ass.
I felt Sara fiddling with my zipper, then her chubby hand reached into my fly, and squeezed my cock.
“It’s massive,” she gasped.
She tried to pull it out of the fly, but couldn’t get it to fit, so she undid the top button of my pants and pulled down the top of my boxers. Finally my cock sprung free, hitting her in the face.
“Ow!” she said. Then she started laughing. “Your penis hit me on the nose!”
I started laughing too.
“Sorry,” I said. “You need to be more careful.”
“Why’s it so big?” Sara asked, studying it in amazement, feeling the weight of it with her hands as she bounced it back and forth.
“It’s bigger than Chad’s then?” I asked.
“So much bigger.”
I couldn’t help grinning. Fuck that little punk for treating Sara like shit. I was going to give her such a good shagging that she’d forget the little pot head forever.
“Can I… can I suck it, Daddy?” Sara asked shyly. “Please?”
“Of course you can baby,” I said.
Sara started to suck, but had trouble making her mouth wide enough.
“Be careful with those teeth,” I told her, wincing as I felt a scraping along my shaft.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she said, embarrassed. “It’s just really wide.”
“Just take it nice and slow.”
As Sara sucked my meat, I pulled her t-shirt up and started to suck on one of her giant tits. Her areolas were huge, and her nipples were deliciously fat and juicy.
“That feels good, Daddy,” Sara gasped, as I suckled. I used a hand to rub the other nipple between my fingers, making sure they both received the attention they deserved.
What I was doing suddenly hit me. I’d never cheated on my wife before, and now I was not only cheating, but cheating with Sara! It should have made me ashamed, but with Sara’s lips around my cock, it was difficult to feel anything but lust. I’d had secret fantasies about her for years, and I was finally about to make them all come through.
I shifted round on the bed so Sara and I were facing in opposite directions. As she continued to suckle on my length, I slide her pajama trousers down, revealing her beautiful shaven pussy. I gently slid a finger inside her wet, sopping hole. God damn, she was tight.
“Oh Daddy…” Sara whimpered as I began to finger her.
Once her cunt became a bit more warmed up and juicy, I slid a second finger in as well. Finally, I moved my head down between her legs and started to lick her juicy fat clitoris.
“Oh god…” she moaned, “keep doing that.”
Her lips and tongue on my big cock, my fingers and tongue working her cunt, Sara and I writhed around on her single bed, sixty-nineing each other. Every so often she would let out a little moan or whimper, until finally she started to shudder.
“I’m cumming, Daddy, I’m -”
She let out a long, high-pitched wine as she came. Her whole body shaking. Then she collapsed on the bed and started laughing.
“I can’t feel my legs,” she giggled.
I moved myself round so I was looking down at her. A tear ran down her cheek.
“I love you,” she said. “This isn’t going to change things between us, is it? You’ll still keep looking after me?”
“Always,” I said, loving her more in that moment than I ever had. I would die for this girl, this sweet, innocent angel who always put others first. I’d never let a scumbag like Chad have her again, I decided at that moment.
We kissed again, exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues. Then I pulled away, and positioned my cock head at the entrance to Sara’s pussy, resting it on her flaps.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked.
I didn’t—the only person I usually had sex with was my wife, and she was on birth control.
“I’ve got some of Chad’s” Sara said, rummaging in her bedside draw. “Hopefully it’ll fit.”
I doubted it would, but I thought I’d let Sara go through the motions. The last time I’d had to wear condoms I used to order them online from a special website. It wasn’t the length of my cock so much that was the problem, it was the girth. Regular condoms simply weren’t designed for men as big as me.
Sara pulled open the packet and lowered the rubber onto the top of my glans. Then she started to roll it down my cock head, although with great difficulty. It was like trying to squeeze a marrow into a sock.
“Wow,” Sara said. She rolled the condom down as best she could, using her chubby fingers to pull the ring down my fat shaft. It was a red condom, but my girth was stretching it so much that it had gone practically see-through.
“Does that hurt?” Sara asked, “It looks so tight.”
In answer to her question, the condom suddenly exploded, flakes of red rubber falling onto my bed or around my crotch. Sara peeled the ruins of the condom from my dick.
“What are we going to do?” she said sadly. “I really want you to make love to me, Daddy.”
“I’ll just pull out,” I told her. “It’ll be fine, I promise.”
“Are you sure that’ll work? I’m not on birth control.”
“I’ll pull out,” I said again. “I promise.”
“Ok,” she said, but she didn’t look happy about it.
I rubbed my cock head against Sara’s entrance, smothering it in her juices. She moaned, biting her lip in the way she always did.
“You want this?” I asked her.
She nodded.
I gently pushed the head of my cock forward, parting Sara’s pussy lips as it slid inside. She winced, screwing her face up with pain, and started to tremble.
“You want me to keep going?” I
asked. She nodded again.
I pushed forward. The whole of my fat cock head was inside her now, and she was breathing rapidly, panicking.
Then I slid an inch of shaft in.
“It’s too big,” Sara whimpered. “You’re too big. I’m not going to be able to take it.”
She looked up and her face fell as she realized I had inches and inches left to go.
“You’re too big for me, I’m sorry,” she said, on the verge of tears.
“I’m gonna take it gentle,” I told her. “You’ll be fine.”
“You’re going to break my vagina!”
“No I’m not. You give birth through there, remember? I think it can handle my big old dick. You want me to keep going?”
Sara hesitated for a moment, then nodded. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the pain to come.
I pushed another inch in. It was hard going, as Sara was so tight, and her tight, wet cunt tunnels were squeezing me so hard that I had to concentrate hard not to cum.
“How small is that loser boyfriend of yours?” I said. “You’re so tight.”
“He’s smaller than you,” Sara whimpered, keeping her eyes firmly shut. “So much smaller.”
I pushed another inch in.
“DADDY!!!” Sara yelled. Her nails were dug into my bag so hard that she must be drawing blood.
“Almost there,” I said. Although that was a lie—there was over half a cock to go yet.
Sara’s huge white body trembled underneath me. Her tree trunk thighs were spread open, her huge squishy tits sagging around her armpits. She looked so sexy, this huge, voluptuous queen of a woman. I reached my hands out and grabbed her feet, spreading her legs as far as they would go.
“Daddy, I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Sure you can baby.”
I was getting a bit impatient now. I wanted to get my cock deep inside Sara where it belonged.
“I’m going to put the whole thing inside you now,” I said.
“No, Daddy!” Sara whimpered. “You’re too big!”
“It’s like pulling a tooth,” I told her. It’s easier to do it in one swift motion.
“Daddy, please…”
“On three. One…”
“Daddy!”
“Two…”
“You’ll tear my pussy!”
“THREE!”
With one epic thrust I buried my cock into Sara to the hilt. She screamed, a long, desperate wail of pain.
“It’ll be ok,” I told her. “You just have to get used to the size. Now I’m going to start fucking you. It’ll hurt at first, but then it’ll start to feel good. Is that ok?”
Sara nodded.
“Good girl.”
I started to move my hips, making short, shallow thrusts, moving my cock in and out of Sara’s vagina. She was so wet that the going was easy, although you’d never be able to tell that from the looks of pain on her face every time I pushed my meat forward.
“I love you, baby,” I told her.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she said.
After a while the expressions of pain started to disappear, and she began to make little satisfied moans.
“See, it’s starting to feel good now, isn’t it?” I said.
“It is,” she gasped. “It still hurts, but it feels so good.”
I started to up the pace, fucking her with a little more length and a little more pace.
“So good,” Sara whispered in my ear. “So big…”
Eventually I was able to start slamming into her at a good speed. Not as fast a pounding as I gave my wife, but she’d had years to get used to my massive cock. This was Sara’s first rodeo.
Sara was loving it, scraping her nails down my back and gasping my name as I fucked her.
After a bit, she wanted to get on top, so we rolled over—my cock never leaving the depths of her vagina, and she started to ride me, her big fat belly bouncing against my abs, her tits flopping up and down.
After that I fucked her from behind, slamming into her doggy style as I slapped her fat ass cheeks. I loved the way they jiggled after each slap, and the way her big breasts flopped back and forth with each thrust.
“I’m cumming,” Sara whimpered, as I smashed my cock into her from behind. “I’m cumming!”
I picked up the pace, shagging her like a pneumatics drill, plunging my cock in and out of her at epic speed: BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!
“Oh shiiiiiit!” Sara gasped, then she came hard, a torrent of pussy juice spurting down my cock as her pussy squeezed tighter than ever.
The extra squeeze from her already vice-like cunt was all I need, and without warning I started to cum too.
All thoughts of pulling out were forgotten as I emptied my balls inside Sara’s fertile young pussy, splattering her cervix with my milk.
Sara looked round at me in horror.
“You didn’t pull out! Oh god, you didn’t pull out!”
“Sorry Sara,” I said, “your pussy was just too good.”
She pulled herself off my dick, which came flopping out of her cunt semi-hard, a flow of semen pouring out after it.
“There’s so much cum!” she whimpered, sitting down and trying to scoop it out of her cunt with her fingers.
“It’s ok,” I said, “you probably won’t be pregnant. I’m an old guy, I’m probably not as potent as I once was.”
“But what if I am?” she said, tears in her eyes.
“You won’t be,” I said. “I promise.”
“Can you take me to get the morning after pill?”
“No,” I said angrily. “Listen, you won’t be pregnant. I promise. And my promise should be good enough for you. Ok?”
Sara hesitated, then…
“Ok, Daddy.”
In truth, Sara probably would be pregnant, especially with the huge load I’d dumped in her. But I’d decided that to save her from bad boys like Chad once and for all, I had to take drastic action. Men like that, who are only out for themselves, would run a mile from a girl with a kid. So by getting Sara pregnant I was helping to weed out the scumbags. One day she’d thank me.
We’d tell my wife and everyone else that the kid was Chad’s, and I’d get my lawyer to make sure he paid child support for the rest of his life. A fitting punishment for the way he’d treated Sara.
No, Sara wouldn’t understand at first. She’d be devastated when she realized she was pregnant, and I knew that she was against abortion so that wasn’t an option. But really, this was all for her own good.
THE END
The Bitch (Daddy, Please Pull Out 8)
“I bet you’ve got a small dick,” Aaliyah said, waving a pinky finger at me. “Short dicked white guy trying to tell everyone else what to do.”
My stepdaughter was being a bitch, as usual.
“Stop showing off to your friends and get in the car. Your mother wants you home.”
Aaliyah laughed.
“You think I give a shit what that dried-up old bitch thinks?”
“Don’t call your mother a bitch. You’ve got work tomorrow, and your mother wants you in bed at a reasonable hour.”
Aaliyah rolled her eyes.
“When are you gonna get the message, old man?” she sneered. “I’m not coming with you. Now get back in your car and fuck off.”
Aaliyah was eighteen, but still acted like an immature teenager. After she finished school, her mother—my wife—had gone out and got a job for her at the local supermarket. It was a shit job, but with Aaliyah’s lack of qualifications there wasn’t much else she could do. She’d only been there a week and she’d already had a written warning for always being late.
“Yeah fuck off,” one of Aaliyah’s friends, a skinny white boy, yelled at me.
That was it. It was bad enough having my stepdaughter talk to me like shit, but I wasn’t gonna let some skinny eighteen-year-old punk insult me too. I walked over to the skinny kid. He was only short, and I towered over him.
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sp; “What did you say to me?” I asked.
“Um, nothing,” he mumbled, suddenly terrified. I’m a tall guy and spend a lot of time at the gym. This punk looked like he’d never lifted a weight in his life.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I thought I heard you say something.”
“No, uh, sorry…” he said, and quickly slunk away towards the back of the group. There were maybe fifteen of them in total, Aaliyah’s so-called “friends”. All school leavers who had no jobs or futures and just smoked pot all day. As far as I was concerned, Aaliyah belonged with them, but my wife still held out hope that her daughter could turn her life around.
I turned to Aaliyah.
“Last chance. Are you coming or not?”
“No,” she said.
“Fine, if that’s the way you want to do this.”
I strode over to her and picked her up, throwing her over my shoulder.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she yelled.
“Hey man,” one of the boys said, “put her down.”
I gave him a stern look and he backed down. As I said, I’m a big guy.
“Right, young lady,” I said, “let’s get you home.”
I carried Aaliyah over my shoulder to the car, her kicking and screaming and calling me all the names under the sun.
On the drive home she didn’t say a word to me, just sat there with her arms crossed, sulking. When we arrived back home she refused to get out of the car.
As much as I hated to admit it, she looked fucking sexy when she was being a bitch. Aaliyah was black, like her mother, with the big booty and big tits to go with it. She had big lips too, and I’d often fantasied about how they’d look wrapped around my thick cock. And, just like her mother, she really knew how to scowl. She had what the kids call “resting bitch face”, and knew just how to look at you to make you feel like shit.
“Am I gonna have to carry you again?” I asked her. She said nothing, just looking at me with her withering glare.
“Right,” I said, reaching in and pulling her out of the car.
“Get off me, you pervert!” she yelled, trying to pull away, But I was too strong.
As she struggled, something dropped from her rucksack, landing on our driveway.