by Riley Rourke
Too Big For My Little Girl
Virgin Daughter Breeding Sex
By Riley Rourke
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Copyright 2013, Riley Rourke
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Too Big For My Little Girl
“I Don’t know how you do it.”
I froze in the hall outside Stephanie’s room. My step-daughter was home from her first semester of college and had been in there for most of the week talking to her friends on the computer. This time though, she had the volume up a lot louder than usual.
“What are you talking about, Dena? Do what?” Her voice was sweet, just like the rest of her. I married Steph’s mom about six years ago, and at the time it was great.
Tina, her mom, was young, active and excited to be around me when we got together, but since then, she spent most of her time going away on business trips, or obsessing over her work. We barely saw each other anymore. Ships passing in the night, that kind of thing. For a long time, I worried that it was something I did to push Tina away, maybe how badly I wanted another kid or two. I only found out later that she did too, but she was just too obsessed with work to have time for a baby. That always stung.
“Your dad, step-dad, whatever.” Her friend’s voice snapped me out of my daydream. “I don’t know how you can be around him and not get, you know, horny as hell.” That got my attention.
“I...uh...I mean he’s my dad, you know? Always been there for me when I went through all kinds of obnoxious little girl stuff, high school stuff, you know? I can’t think of him like that. Even though you’re kind of right.”
She is? I leaned against the wall, careful to stay silent. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I didn’t at first. I’d never heard her say anything like this, even though I spent most of our time together since she got old enough to grow up forcing myself to look away from her beautiful body. It tore me up. She was so beautiful, reminded me so much of her mother when we got together, that it was hard to be around her, especially alone, like we were so often. That was just silly fantasy though; I knew I’d never do anything about it. I’m not that sort of man.
“You know I’d love to fuck that man. Every time I ever went over to your house, like last Thanksgiving? I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody I wanted between my legs worse than your daddy.” As her friend rambled on, I put my hand in the pocket of my jeans and stretched my fingers.
I heard Stephanie giggle. “He’s such a good guy though. God, I was so awful to Jake – dad – for so long. I had this, like, t-shirt that I got from church camp when I was ten. I used to wear it around the house, but way, way longer than I should have.”
My cock swelled in my jeans. I remember walking into the house one time and seeing her laying on the couch, she was a senior in high school then. Big, round tits stretched against that Camp Lahoka shirt that hadn’t fit for ten years.
“Nuh-uh! Really? You’re such a dirty little whore!”
They both giggled as the tip of my dick bulged halfway down my leg. Through my pocket, I stroked the side. Listening to the two girls carry on, I rubbed my tip through my jeans in hard, massaging circles.
“Yeah, I was so awful. All I wanted was to get his attention. I donno. You know what else I did? I spent a whole lot of time figuring out exactly how to fold a towel so that it barely covered my nipples, and when I bent over – which I did a lot of – he got an eyeful.”
You’re not the only one who remember that, baby girl. She used to parade around the house barely covered up. Right after little Steph turned eighteen, I’d chased one of her asshole ex-boyfriends off and she spent most of the night crying in my arms. The next morning, I woke up early and made coffee. She came down stairs in a towel that was just like what she described. Just like yesterday I remembered the little pink circles around her nipples peeking out the top of her towel. I wouldn’t look though. I just refused. At least when she was paying attention. I couldn’t give in to that sort of thing, so I forced myself not to look.
Except for the one time she did that, turned around and bent down to get something off the floor. I looked over just in time to see her legs spread out and a little bit of pink between her tight thighs. I also remembered how hard I’d jerked off that night and how much cum shot out of me as I pretended I was stuffing my baby girl with my cock.
“Janie, can I tell you something?” My baby’s voice was lower as she spoke. The rasp of my hand over my jeans almost drowned her out. I stuck my hand down the front and squeezed my cock’s tip in a slow rhythm.
“Sure, I hope it’s dirty. You keep talking about your daddy and I’m gonna have to go get a shower.”
I squeezed harder. Something about the two girls tittering over my cock was just too much. I wanted to push the door open and force my cock in Steph’s mouth, but no. I’d never do that. This was just a fantasy. If I did that...
“I watch him sometimes. He doesn’t know it, but sometimes when he’s in the shower I peek through the door and watch him...uh...playing with himself. His cock is so, so big, Janie.”
Grunting softly, I couldn’t help but pull my cock out of my fly and stroke it with one hand as I massaged my balls with the other.
“I’ve wanted him since I was old enough to think about stuff like that. When I first got in on Monday or whatever it was, I knew my mom wasn’t going to be here for a week so I sorta thought about getting in the shower with him, but when I saw that dick...I don’t know what I’d do with it. I’ve never fucked anybody, you know?”
“Uh-huh. Wait, really? You’re a virgin?”
They giggled again. I closed my eyes and imagined my little girl’s virgin cunt gushing around my big, hard, throbbing dick. My breath came harder and faster. I didn’t know she’d watched me in the shower, but if that happened Monday, then I was fantasizing about her...about her sweet pussy, her mouth on my cock. I let out another soft grunt as my balls pulled up near my base. I was about to come. I squeezed, and held on tight, gritting my teeth. Not just yet Jake. Not just yet. The first drop came, running down my shaft, over my fingers. Every cord in my neck tightened with the coming explosion.
“Yeah...I sucked Craig’s dick last term, but yeah, I’ve never gone all the way. Craig really wanted to, but I’ve always just kinda...It isn’t like I’m saving myself or anything like that, I just haven’t found the right man. Well, not one it could ever happen with.”
“What’s that mean? Oh my God girl, you don’t mean what I think you do?”
I bit my lip. My baby girl feels the same way. She watched me jerk off, she’s telling her friend how bad she wants me. Just go in there and fuck her, Jake, you can’t help who you love. I shook my head and forced myself to breathe slower. I tugged softer, letting my hand bounce up and down my shaft.
“Yeah, I do. At least I think I do. When I watched him in the shower, I went back to my room and finger-fucked myself thinking about how good it would feel to have my daddy’s dick split me open. I’m not even
kidding, it’s so, so big, Janie. He’d just tear me apart.”
No I wouldn’t. I’d go so slow. I’d stretch you out with my fingers and then I’d push my cock in you nice and slow until you were screaming for me to fuck you. I wouldn’t hurt you, baby girl, I’d never...
I let out a moan. Shit, there’s no way she didn’t hear that. She didn’t react though, so I kept pulling. Kept stroking my dick all the way from my balls to the tip, harder, harder...I’d fuck you so hard Stephanie, I’d make you come so hard, baby girl, I’d...
“I gotta go, Janie. If I keep thinking about this I’m gonna get so wet I’ll have to have one of those showers like you. Talk to you later?”
“Yeah, sounds good. I’m glad you’re gone. I can just hang out in the dorm naked and pretend it was me watching your daddy jack off. Talk to you tonight?”
All at once, the computer speakers beeped the end of the call and I heard Steph’s chair squeak. Quickly, I ducked into the bathroom just as cum burst out my tip and into my hand. Pulse after pulse relieved the built-up pressure inside me until I was able to breathe again.
“You in there daddy?” Steph’s sweet little voice was barely audible over the faucet I’d turned on. “Hello?”
“Y – yeah, I’m in here. Want to go out for pizza tonight?” I laughed as I spoke. Good plan, Jake. Play it cool, this will all be over soon and you can get your head on straight. Then I thought about what she’d told her friend and briefly considered opening the door and showing her just how big daddy’s dick actually was. It wasn’t too big, like she thought, it was just right.
“Yeah, that sounds good. Twenty minutes or so? I want to finish my show.”
“Sounds good,” I said taking a deep breath. “Twenty minutes should be enough.”
She giggled as her feet went back to her room and she closed the door behind her. She knew what I was doing, I was sure she did. And right when I thought that, my spent cock started to stiffen again. I gave myself a cool face wash and forced myself to stop thinking about that, about her.
One more night, Jake. Just make it one more night. Tina will be home tomorrow and then all this will go away. Just one more night.
I looked in the mirror and dried my face. “Just one more night,” I whispered under my breath.
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“Man, that was good. Thanks for forcing me out of my room, dad.” Steph collapsed on the couch, and unbuttoned her jeans like she was bloated from a huge meal. Reality was, she’s got a perfect body to go right along with her perfect face.
“Yeah. I love that place. Never lets me down. But what did you think of what they did to the arcade? Used to have all the great old games in there, now all they have is that busted basketball thing.” I laughed from the kitchen. “Want a drink?”
“Just some water,” she said. “I’m too full for anything else. No ice, okay?”
“Sure thing, baby girl.”
A moment later, I sat the cup down on the table in front of my beautiful girl, and watched as she drank it. Her red lips around either side of the glass, her tongue sliding out...it was almost like she was making a game of it. I had to sit down and cross my legs so my erection wasn’t too obvious.
“Mom’s coming back tomorrow, right?”
“Yep,” I nodded. “Tomorrow probably late afternoon. She’s in New York for some kind of meeting.”
Steph took another drink and when I looked over at her, tempting myself, I noticed she’d pushed her shirt up enough that I could see the soft skin of her belly, right above where her panties would be if she had worn any. Naughty girl, teasing your daddy.
I looked at her for a moment longer. Stephanie pushed a brown curl behind her ear. I wanted to kiss her, to taste her, to show her that her daddy wasn’t too big. But that was crazy.
“Well, I’m bushed,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “All that yard work today really took it out of me. Mind if I...”
She opened her legs slightly. She slouched, and her soccer shorts moved up against the folds of her pussy, framing her sex. I could see the line that went down her middle, and her shorts hugged the sides between her legs. My voice hitched in my throat. It was all I could do to stand up and grab the back of the couch instead of jumping on my little girl right then and there.
“Is something wrong, daddy?” She lifted her eyes, looking up at me though her nose pointed at the floor. She looked so young, so helpless, so...just like she did when she was a little girl. She’s playing with me, she’s teasing me. She wants me so bad.
I searched her face closely. She’s so beautiful, so perfect. I could see the innocence in the way she looked at me. My little virgin Stephanie. I held my hand out. “Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “You’ve just been so distant, staying in your room all week. I was worried you were upset about something.”
She took my hand, gingerly at first, then grabbed it and pulled herself up. “What would be wrong? I love being here. It’s just my roommate Janie.” She exhaled a sigh. “She’s got a lot of trouble with her boyfriend. She’s dating this real asshole, you know? He keeps messing around on her and...”
“What is it?” I rubbed her palm with my thumb, staring straight into her eyes. Letting my gaze slide down her body, I saw what I already knew. My baby girl’s big round tits, barely held by her shirt. When she realized I was looking, her nipples got hard and stuck out under the fabric. No bra. She wants you worse than anything. You heard her on the computer, just reach out. Touch your little girl. Give her what she wants.
I grimaced and shook my head slightly. Just looking at her, especially those stiff little nipples, and how her shorts were still up against her little pussy so snug. I could see the very beginning of wetness dripping out of her and darkening her shorts. I snapped my eyes back to her face. The way she was chewing on her bottom lip made me almost lose control.
“Is something wrong, baby girl?” I ran my thumb along her soft cheek and pinched her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
She tried to look away but I wouldn’t let it happen. “I...” she trailed off, then swallowed hard. “I have these feelings, daddy, and I don’t know what to do about them. I can’t...it’s stuff I can’t talk about, stuff I know can’t ever happen, but I want it so bad that when I’m around you I can’t get it out of my mind.”
I closed my eyes, trying to look as stern as possible. “When you have a problem, you know you can always tell me about it, don’t you? Nothing is too bad for you to tell your daddy.”
“This...” her hands were shaking a little. I took them in mine and held her still. “This is too bad, I dunno, it’s just-”
“Does it have something to do with why you aren’t wearing any panties? No bra?”
As I spoke, her lips began to tremble just like her hands. I cupped her chin in two fingers, and ran my thumb over her perfect, pink lips.
“I...I can’t...”
“I heard you on the computer earlier,” I said. I don’t know what had come over me, but I couldn’t stop myself. Just hearing she’d wanted me for even longer than I did her was too much. All through dinner, I’d been shifting my weight back and forth, making sure my cock was running down the leg of my pants so it wouldn’t stick up and tent my pants out. But by then I stopped caring.
Her eyes opened wide. Those beautiful brown eyes cast a spell over me. “You what? What did I say?”
“It’s okay,” I whispered, pulling her nearer to me. Near enough that I hoped she could feel the hardness running down my leg. Steph fiddled with the waist of my jeans, but I moved her hand to the base of my prick. “It’s all okay, baby girl.”
Slowly, I let my fingers curl under her chin, then down the front of her neck. Slowly I ran my fingers down her chest, between those beautiful tits, to the soft bulge of her belly. When I crushed her against me, the angle my dick laid at made it run along the crease of her hip. Her heat, her wetness coming through her shorts had my heart pounding already.
“Is what you said true? Were all those things you tol
d Janie real, or were they just girls talking?”
“Daddy, what did you hear? You’re scaring me a little,” she said. Her voice didn’t match her words though. She was speaking in a breathy, lusty kind of way that had my dick even harder than it was seconds before. “Oh wow, it’s so big,” she said as the full length of my cock pushed against her thigh, against her belly.
“I heard your friend tell you how much she wanted to fuck me, and then I heard you say you’d wanted my body since you were little. Is that true, baby girl?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but I interrupted her with an eager, hard kiss. “Mmm...” she groaned as I explored her mouth with my tongue. I curled it inside, running it along her lips, tasting my little Steph’s breath. Inhaling sharply, her scent filled me, though along with the gentle hint of perfume that still clung to her hair, there was a vague hint of sex in the background.
“Does this feel good?” I slid my hand down the front of her body and hooked two fingers inside her waistband. The backs of my fingers brushed the little sprig of hair above her snatch, then I moved them down, feeling the side of her soft mound. “Do you like that?”
“Oh...Oh God, oh my God daddy, that feels so good, I can’t...I’ve never...”
“I know,” I said, pulling away from her and biting her bottom lip. “I heard you tell your friend that, too.”
Her hand turned around and opened, her fingers falling along my length. “I don’t know, daddy, you’re too big. There’s no way it’s gonna fit.”
I put my hand over her mouth. “Quiet,” I said. “I’m going to go slow. So, so slow. You know your daddy would never hurt you, right?”
She nodded and made a little sound beneath my hand. I smiled. By then I was lost. There was nothing I could do to stop myself. My primal, animal urges were just too much, too strong. My little Stephanie was helpless under my strength, and the way she was looking up at me, I knew she loved it as much as I did.