by Sophia Taboo
To my surprise, the scantily-clad teenager did not look the least bit offended by the wall-to-wall peephole into her private life. Dawson’s lips were curled upwards in a disbelieving smile as she studied the glaring monitor, her long blonde hair sticking to the slick skin of her shoulders while her piercing gaze swept back and forth between the evidence of my voyeurism and my nude body. That smile was vaguely unsettling, but I found my own gaze straying to the glossy sheen of her exposed stomach and the abundance of her tits straining against the pink tank-top that was purposefully one size too small for the job. God, I want to fuck her! Even now when the walls of my life are crumbling like salt-licked sandcastles, I want to have a go at her firm young body!
Dawson’s eyebrows rose slightly as she watched the steel returning incrementally to my erection, and I swore I saw the tip of her tongue flicker between her pink lips like a hungry creature that had just spied something tasty. “Well daddy? What do you have to say for yourself? Even though I’m no expert, I’m fairly sure this is very unusual sociological research.” She placed a hand on her hip and tilted her head sideways in a mock display of outrage. “Mommy’s going to be so mad!”
I tried to ignore the insistent throbbing between my thighs while I shook my head vigorously and motioned towards the monitors. “I think you and I both realize that Jeanne never has to know about any of this. It can be our little secret.”
Dawson clucked her tongue and folded her arms defensively over her heaving chest. “But why should I keep a secret for you, you sick peeping tom? I feel so dirty, so violated! I reckon you could get into a lot of trouble for a stunt like this. You can’t just spy on whoever you want, you’re not the military!”
I blushed as the head of my cock quivered in the air, unable to control my obvious arousal. “I’m so sorry honey. I don’t know what else to say! I never wanted you to know about any of this, let alone see it! I was so fucking weak.”
“Damn right you’re weak! You can’t even control that big old cock of yours!” She ignored my erection (which I found rather disappointing) and walked over to my desk, placing her fabulous ass right next to the keyboard while she browsed through the files in my clandestine folder. “No wonder you haven’t had any time for me recently! You’ve been a very busy little boy!”
Dawson clicked open on the bathroom file, her eyes widening as the images of her asshole getting stretched danced across her delicate features. “My god, Ben fucked the shit of me that day! I walked crooked for the next few hours, that I can assure you!” She peeked back over her shoulder at me, and my eyes flitted from her pert ass to her devilish face. “But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“Tell me what you want,” I said sheepishly while trying to avoid staring at the enticing image of Dawson’s lover pummeling her tight asshole. “I’ll do anything for you, whatever it takes! Just don’t ruin my life.”
Dawson brushed a lock of hair from her eyes and shrugged. “Ruin your life? I think you’re forgetting that it’s my sweet, innocent life on display here like a goddamn peepshow! And you’re hardly in the position to be making ultimatums doctor, especially not with that yummy, fat cock of yours sticking out in front of you. But I’m sure we can come to some kind of an arrangement. After all, I’m quite fond of secrets myself.”
I felt my nerves jangle when she complimented my bulging prick, and I knew that this unwanted incursion into my solitude was going better than I could possibly have hoped for. “Ok. So, what do you want babygirl? I’ll get you anything your sexy little ass desires.”
She pulled off her pink tank-top in a single, fluid motion, unveiling her scrumptious tits while my hand inched down my stomach and curled around the base of my dick. I had never seen her naked in the flesh before. I had always studied her through the distancing apparatus of the camera lens, and I was delighted to learn that the camera hadn’t been lying to me with its impassive, unblinking eye. Dawson’s body was like a master artist’s rendering of the ideal feminine form. Her large, crinkled nipples sprouted from colossal tits that were still youthful and firm, and her tiny denim shorts did little to hide the sensuous undulations of her hips and ass. She is even more delectable in reality, I thought admiringly while she pirouetted like the fragile china dancer turning on the screen behind her.
Dawson licked her fingertips and teased her hard nipples while I stroked my aching erection, but she placed a hand on my burly chest when I approached her with my wet and ready prick.
“I thought you wanted to play baby,” I murmured while snaking a hand behind her back to massage her ripe ass. “Can’t you see how fucking hard you make me?”
She smiled before wriggling her body around and facing the screen. I held Dawson in my arms from behind, my powerful erection grazing my stepdaughter’s denim-clad ass while my trembling hands glided over the soft undersides of her tits. “All good things come to those who wait, daddy! First I want to ask you a question.”
I nuzzled her neck, savoring the sweet traces of sweat and perfume that clung to her superb body like a tantalizing promise of everlasting youth. “I think we should skip the questions and jump straight into playtime.”
My hand gravitated towards the nexus of her thighs, but she swatted it away angrily before twisting around in my grasp and staring into my iridescent green eyes. “Jesus, don’t you men have any fucking patience? You’ve been spying on me for God knows how long, dreaming about taking my hot little ass while you jerked off like a dirty old man, and you can’t wait a few more minutes?”
I could feel my rigid cock sliding across her bare stomach as my reflection stared back at me from her hypnotic blue eyes. “Ok, what is it darling? I’ll fill you in on anything you want to know.”
Dawson pointed a thumb over her shoulder at the glittering screen, where Ben was spilling his seed into her ass while she moaned like a seasoned pornstar. “Why do you think I gave Ben my ass instead of my pussy?”
It was a surprisingly specific question, but I had been watching Dawson for long enough to know all her dirty little secrets. “You’re shit-scared of getting pregnant, but hopefully I can convince you to abandon your abstinence, admirable though it may be.”
She craned her head towards my face, and I trembled as I felt the warm caress of her breath ghosting across my sensitive flesh. “Sure, I fear getting knocked up just like any other smart girl. But that’s only part of the reason. The main reason my virginity remains intact is that I’ve been waiting for the right man to take it. Not some pretty boy with a double dose of muscles and only half a thimble of brains.”
Her eyes met mine, and I could feel the electric snap of the connection between us like an invisible energy binding us together and vibrating through my tensed body. “I’ve been waiting for someone just like you daddy. I’ve fingered my cunt while fantasizing about your strong hands and your sexy smile.” Dawson’s voice was husky as she started to writhe and grind her pussy against my hip. “I’ve been saving myself for you,” whispered my stepdaughter while she curled her tongue around one of my hard nipples.
My heart began to thump in my chest like a jackhammer when those magical words trickled from her lips. I felt the room blurring out of focus around us as my hands unbuckled her shorts and slid them down her incredible legs. Dawson stepped out of the denims and kicked them to the side, and the heady aroma of her slippery twat assailed my nostrils as my face hovered near her neatly shaved pussy. I couldn’t resist having a taste of her sweet teen peach, so my tongue flicked out at her engorged clit like a viper’s.
“Oh yes daddy! My pussy is so fucking dirty! I need you to lick it clean!” She thrust her slit against my face, and my mouth was suffused with the unmistakable flavor of nubile teen pussy. She edged backwards and seated her ass on my desk while I lapped at her clit and drank the intoxicating, rich juices pouring from her quivering snatch. Dawson squirmed uncontrollably while her sharp fingernails drew spiral patterns on my back, and she held my face so tightly against her wetness that I thought I
might drown in her juices. It wouldn’t be the worst way to go, I remember thinking as my tongue delved into her pussy and the bridge of my nose rubbed against her clit. I would happily fall into the abyss with Dawson’s succulent core unfolding on the tip of my hungry tongue…
“You really know how to work that tongue daddy, but I’m not quite ready to cum yet,” Dawson blurted out as she yanked my head away from her sopping pussy. She untangled her legs from around my back and kicked me down on the floor before descending on me in a furious jumble of limbs and golden hair. We kissed deeply, our slithering tongues entwining while I luxuriated in the delicious pressure of her massive tits mashing against my body. I cupped her ass in my hands and squeezed, relishing the feeling of unyielding flesh between my thick fingers. Dawson’s teeth nipped at the cords of muscle in my chest, and she peered up at me saucily while her head moved inexorably towards my rock-hard dick.
“Do you want to suck daddy’s cock baby? Do you want to make it nice and moist for the fucking I’m going to give you?” These questions were purely rhetorical, because there was only one place her hot mouth was headed. Her full, sensuous lips slipped across my ribs, grazed my wiry pubic hair and blazed a one-way trail that ended in my cock’s bulbous pink head.
Now it was my turn to gasp and squirm, as Dawson’s eager mouth engulfed my turgid prick. She only swallowed one inch at a time, prolonging the exquisite pleasure of the experience while I goaded her on and tried to force more of my rod down her throat. The inside of her mouth was hot and slick, and her tongue was like a living creature with a filthy mind of its own that wriggled around my thick shaft and lathered my dick with copious amounts of saliva. Dawson’s hair tickled my balls and thighs as she twirled her head around my erection, and my hands reached down to cradle her luscious tits while her golden head bobbed and her fingertips caressed the tender skin around my asshole.
I should have known from watching Dawson that the sleazy little skank was capable of anything, but I was still surprised when she inserted a finger into my ass while rolling my balls around the sticky cavern of her mouth. The momentary flash of pain was overwhelmed by a slow-building torrent of bliss as Dawson stroked my prostate gland and covered my cock and balls in an ocean of spit, and it wasn’t long before she had me teetering on the verge of orgasm with her masterful hands and tongue.
“Ok honey, now it’s my turn to hit the brakes.” I pulled her head off my soaked balls and ran my tongue along her chin, tasting my salty pre-cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth. I curled my fingers in her hair and grasped my ridiculously hard prick with my other hand. “You have a ripe little cherry that needs to be popped sweetheart, and I’m the man with the right tool for the job.”
Dawson’s indigo eyes lit up at the thought of my impressive member separating her tight pussy lips and finding the sweet, hidden spot deep inside her snatch, but as I flipped her onto her back and stirred her overflowing cunt with my thumb I sensed a faint tremor of trepidation as well. “Alright daddy, you can break me in, but pleeeeeeeese be extra careful not to dump your load inside me.” Her back arched off the floor as I drilled my thumb inside her in preparation for my large dick. “Ahhh, you make my pussy feel so good! But you have to fucking remember, I’m not on the pill daddy, and I can’t afford to get myself knocked up.”
I removed my thumb and rubbed the excess juices across Dawson’s shaking lips. “Don’t get yourself worked up honey,” I assured her while I gently kissed her brow and guided my shaft towards her juicy center. “I’ll pull out right before I’m ready to explode, I promise you.”
She trembled beneath my body as I settled between her outspread thighs and crammed her almost-painfully tight pussy with eight inches of firm cock. Dawson cried out and beat her tiny fists against my back as I pulverized her virginity with a few swift strokes of my hips. I winced when her sharp teeth tore down on my shoulder and drew a thin trail of bright red blood, but I knew this was a crucial part of the deflowering that I needed to guide her through like a gentleman.
“Just stay with me baby, the pain will be over in a few seconds,” I whispered reassuringly while cupping her radiant face in my hand. I stared into the glimmering twin sapphires of her eyes while I slowly rotated my hips and massaged her tender g-spot with my dick, and I felt Dawson’s body gradually relax beneath me as her pussy consumed my throbbing hard-on. Within a few moments, Dawson settled into the rhythmic groove of our interconnected bodies, and the whimpers spilling from her lips were no longer whines of pain.
“Oh my god daddy, it’s so much fucking better than a dildo! I can feel you growing inside of me!” She wasn’t exaggerating. Her pussy surrounded my manhood so snugly that my cock responded in kind, swelling to an enormous girth I hadn’t experienced since my own distant youth. As my prick swelled, Dawson squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around me and started to thrust her cunt in time with my liquid movements. Daddy’s little girl is starting to like this, I remember thinking while licking Dawson’s suntanned neck. I have shown her the illicit pleasures buried inside her young twat, and she fucking loves me for it!
I lifted Dawson effortlessly in my arms and slammed her against the nearby wall, my degrees crashing down to the floor while her slender legs circled my back and her fingernails gouged deep red wounds into my glistening flesh. My ass drilled relentlessly between Dawson’s thighs, carrying her to plateaus of pleasure she had ever known were possible in her short life. I bowed my head and stuffed my mouth with one of her phenomenal tits, teasing the crinkled nipple with my teeth while Dawson cried out with joy and willed me to fuck her even harder.
Now there’s a good idea, I thought before taking my stepdaughter harshly by the wrist and leading her back to my cluttered desk. I swept my various books and knickknacks off the desk and forced her facedown onto the hard wooden table, her appetizing ass jutting invitingly in the air while I grasped her hips and positioned my greasy cock behind her moist pussy. Dawson glanced back at me as I hovered behind her, her eyes ablaze with lust and drool seeping from the corners of her lips.
“Fuck me from behind daddy, fuck me so hard and rough it hurts! Don’t stop until I scream!” That was all the encouragement I needed. I drilled my cock mercilessly inside Dawson’s dripping wet snatch and pulled her platinum blonde hair while she writhed across the table-top. There was nothing delicate about this lovemaking; it was a brutal, hardcore bout of doggy-style fucking, my prick slamming into her leaking slit while I fingerfucked her asshole with the middle and index fingers of my left hand.
Dawson wailed and shivered like a woman possessed, and occasionally I had to wrestle her back onto my cock after she slid off during her wild, insatiable thrashing. My secret monitors bathed the scene in an eerie, otherworldly glow that lent an occult quality to the savage deflowering; like we were participating in an ancient Dionysian rite in the secret bowels of the earth. Like a sacred initiation ritual, in which I am guiding my sweet stepdaughter into the hallowed realm of sexual experience with my tingling prick…
I was so wrapped up in these weird digressions and the superb tightness of Dawson’s pussy and ass that I forgot all about my little promise. We came simultaneously; her stretched pussy convulsing around my prick and sucking out every precious drop of cum like a hungry, newborn mouth nestled between her thighs. I choked her out as my member quaked and filled her with a massive torrent of spunk. When I finally withdrew my cum-coated prick, Dawson was a weeping, shivering mess covered in sweat and trembling with the aftershocks of the biggest orgasm of her enviably young life.
“Now there’s a good girl,” I murmured as I fell to the ground and tried to catch my flagging breath. “Talk about first-time stories! Your one is a fucking doozey!”
It was only then that I noticed Dawson was physically crying, her entire body shuddering from the force of her sobbing. I was about to ask her what was wrong when I saw her inflamed pussy and the viscous goo trickling from her swollen pink lips. My cum oozed from her slit in a thick, salty cream
-pie, even though I had promised I wouldn’t ejaculate inside her!
“What are we going to do now daddy? What if I’m fucking pregnant?! Daddy, you made a big mistake! Oh, I’m going to be in so much fucking trouble!”
Her voice was a high-pitched whine grating on my nerves, but I wasn’t really listening to Dawson anymore. I was thinking about the velvety sensation of her teenage pussy wrapped around my adult cock, and wondering when I would feel it again.
After all, the sexy tart still had plenty to learn about fucking.
Doing the Twins, Part 1
Chapter 1
When I married Kathleen I knew I was the luckiest guy there could be. My first marriage had ended disastrously. My wife had cheated on me with my brother, so I fucked her sister to get back at her. Needless to say, that didn’t end well. (Although, at least I had her sister to keep fucking for the months between the breakup and when I started dating the woman who would become my second wife. She was a kinky one, too, my first wife’s sister. She loved it in the ass more than any woman I’d ever met.)
My second wife was a legal aid in my office. I took her out for a drink the night after her first day and she was in my condo by midnight. Meredith. She was fun, too. Maybe even more fun than my first wife’s sister had been. Meredith could suck a cock like nothing I’d ever seen. Within minutes of walking in my door that first night, her dress was on the floor and so was she. She sank to her knees, unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and took it in her mouth, sucking and licking as I stiffened between her lips.
That first night we spent together, she never let me cum anywhere but into her mouth. We fucked three times and every single time, just as I was about to cum, she’d spin out of whatever position we were in and get my cock into her mouth to drink down every drop that shot out of me.