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

by Adrian Amos

  But when I do, my body squirms in delight. I've never tasted something so good in my life! It's not like food, not like anything I've tasted before. It doesn't really even have that much of a taste, but the sensation in my mouth is amazing. It's something so pleasurable, though, as I feel my body spring to life.

  Daddy think so, too, as he closes his eyes and bites his lip.

  “Does that feel good daddy?” I ask.

  “Oh yeah, baby.”

  “I want to make you happy, daddy.”

  “You're making me the happiest man in the world right now.”

  I blush as daddy's admission makes me want to work all the harder. I take him back in my mouth and begin to swallow as much of him as I can. I run my tongue under his shaft, licking the salt from his cock. Whatever part of his dick I can't fit in my mouth, I stroke with my hand, making sure that not a single part of my daddy's dick doesn't get attention.

  I use my other hand to massage his large balls, the part of him that keeps all of his fantastic little guys.

  That's the stuff I want him to put in me.

  I make sure to play with his balls as much as I can, imagining it like I'm working his sperm into a frenzy, getting them excited so that when they're in me, they know exactly what to do.

  “Daddy,” I beg him, “I want you to fuck me.”

  “Are you sure, baby?” He looks at me, his eyes turning lust into tenderness.

  “More than anything. I love you more than mom ever will.” I stand and lock my arms around his neck, hugging him as I press my lips against his. His kiss is passionate, his tongue sliding against mine as he forces it into my mouth.

  “I've thought about you, too, but I couldn't... I couldn't bring myself to approach you with something like this.”

  My heart flutters. I can't believe he's felt for me like I've always felt for him! “Daddy, all I want is you. I want you to take care of me forever.”

  He picks me up and lays me softly on the bed. He looks in my eyes but hesitates. “I have some condoms in the other room.”

  As he moves to stand, I grab him and pull him to me. “No, daddy!” I almost cry out, “I don't want any condoms.”

  He looks shocked, “Are you sure? I've never done it without protection before.”

  My eyes widen. “Not even mom?” I ask.

  He shakes his head and I laugh on the inside. Oh my God, I'm going to be daddy's first! “Please, daddy, I want you to come in me. I want you to fill your little girl up.”

  The lust in his eyes when I was sucking on him is now replaced with gentleness as he nods knowingly and kisses me on the forehead. “If you really want to make your daddy happy, then daddy's going to make you happy in return, babygirl.”

  He lowers himself, grabbing my panties by the waistband and removing them, gazing directly into my girly nethers. “Daddy, I'm so nervous.”

  “Don't be, little lady. Daddy's going to take care of you.”

  He kisses my stomach just below my belly button, winding his way down with light kisses along my recently-shaved region. He delicately covers every patch of flesh between my thighs, placing his lips on each area as if ignoring it would have grave consequences. The only thing I know is that each kiss makes me tingle, and tantalizing little pricks poke me around my pussy, begging me to to put whatever is causing them directly on my clit.

  It's like torture: “Daddy, that feels so good, but I want you inside me.”

  “You have to be patient, princess. Daddy's too big for you; you're just not ready for him yet. But daddy's working right now to make you ready.”

  He spreads my pussy with his fingers, staring into my soaked slit with ravenous eyes. “Your pussy looks so good, baby.”

  I blush, his words and admiration the only thing I've wanted to hear in so long.

  He runs his tongue through my slit, his pointed flesh fluent in the language of my cunt, darting between my folds and tapping on my clit with light flicks.

  But then he kisses my clit, setting my nerves on fire.

  “Daddy, oh daddy!”

  He makes loud smacking sounds, kissing each spot emphatically as he moves along my flesh, coming back and taunting my pussy every so often.

  Eventually, he settles on my clit, kissing it lightly until the pleasure starts to build to something amazing. As I start to arch my back and moan, daddy takes his mouth and engulfs my clit, sucking on it gently, pulling it out with his lips.

  The constant pulsing of his mouth drives me wild, but it's not until his hands trail over my body, landing on my tits and rubbing my nipples with his fingertips, that my body starts to convulse from so much hitting me at once. My nubs stand erect, and daddy pinches them, twisting them lightly.

  I groan loudly, and daddy starts to twist my nipples in rhythm with his mouth on my clit, sucking and pulling at the same time, causing the pulses of pleasure from both locations to meet up and combine right above my pussy.

  Twist, suck, pulse; twist, suck, pulse. My daddy works my body expertly, getting all the right reactions out of me, until enough of the pulses strike each other that I begin to squeal, my hips rocking back and forth as the pulses shoot out of control.

  “Daddy, I think I'm coming!” I scream out, my body spasming without any input from me. Wave after wave of toppling pleasure crash down on me, impacting me and causing me to jump each time.

  “Now, baby, now,” he says, lifting himself up and crawling over my body. He grabs his shaft and guides it in me, pushing in easily as my drenched pussy sucks him in.

  “Oh, you're tight, baby.”

  “No, daddy, you're fucking huge!” My pussy contracts and expands with the tail end of my orgasm, squeezing on daddy's thick cock as he penetrates me. He thrusts in and out like a wild animal, fucking my orgasm as it tries to leave my body.

  But with every push in, it's like he delays the orgasm from escaping, forcing it to stick around while he's inside me. Each thrust of him coincides with the thrum of my pussy and a pulse in my stomach. It's like a sharp torture, where daddy's cock stabs me with pleasure.

  “Oh my god, oh my god!” I moan.

  “Come on, baby, don't stop. Take daddy's big dick.”

  I wrap my arms tight around him as he force fucks me, plowing his massively thick and long cock into my tight pussy. I scream out, coming again as daddy fucks another orgasm out of me.

  I groan and shake, holding on for dear life as daddy pounds me.

  “Daddy, come in me, please!” I shriek.

  “Here we go, princess! Here we go, here we go,” he repeats over and over as he locks his back and thrusts his hips faster and faster, feeding me his entire length.

  He moans, “Oh fuck,” and like a gunshot, his cock fires, shooting a huge, sticky pile of cum into me.

  “Yes, daddy!” I scream, bucking my hips as he unloads, “Come in my pussy, daddy!”

  His hips quickly shake and spasm as he pours his seed into me.

  “Make me pregnant, daddy.”

  He grunts as his cock lets everything go, throbbing a few more times before going completely soft. “Oh, fuck,” he says, breathing hard as his face contorts in what looks like pain.

  “Are you okay, daddy?” I ask, worried.

  He pulls his cock out, sighing, “Yeah, princess. I just... my cock became super sensitive after that.”

  I laugh. “I think it's because you really did fill me up.” I can feel it shifting inside me as I close my thighs together tightly.

  “It felt amazing. I never felt it without a condom before. I just want to see what it looks like, baby.” He lifts my legs up, spreading them slightly. I can see his eyes dazzle as he looks at my soaking cunt. “Oh my god, that looks fucking amazing. Your pussy is just full of my cum.”

  I squeeze my legs together again. “I bet it is. Okay, daddy, time to let go. I don't want to lose any of your baby batter.”

  He puts me down, “Are you serious, baby?”

  “Yes, daddy,” I say as seriously as possible. “I want
to make you a real daddy.”

  He smiles, “You'd really do that for me?”

  I pull him toward me, kissing him. “Daddy, I want nothing more than your babies inside me.”

  “Babies?”

  “Oh, yes. I want you to get me pregnant so many times. I'll be good mother, I promise!”

  He nods against my head. “I'm sure you will. I think you'll make a good wife, too.”

  “Do you mean it, daddy?!” I ask, almost hysterical with joy.

  He nods, “I think I have a wedding to cancel.”

  He moves to stand again, but I grab him and keep him from going. “You have time to do that later. I think you need to come in me some more before then.”

  “Baby,” he laughs, “I definitely can't get hard for a least a little while.”

  I turn him over, nodding and putting my fists on my hips. “Then I'm going to suck you until you're nice and ready. That's what good wives do!”

  He smiles, and I take his soft meat in my mouth, ready to please him any way I can.

  - - -

  Daddy, What Do You Mean You're Stuck?

  I can't believe I have to babysit a grown man.

  Not just any grown man, but my stepdad, my mom's husband for the past 7 years. I'm finally out of college, off on my own, and yet I'm pulled back here to look after the old man.

  I'm 24, looking after a 48 year-old man. How backwards can you get?

  But my mom basically begged me. She's going out to Vegas for a week with her friends, and she was too nervous to leave him by himself. She says he gets antsy when she's not around, constantly engaging in wild and risky behavior. I know that he once bought a car while she was away, and he was arrested for public intoxication while urinating in the alleyway behind my mom's job. I'm sure she's not even told me about half of the trouble he's gotten into.

  That's why she wanted me to stay at her place. If I was there to keep him company, keep good influence over him, it might keep him from doing something stupid again. She says she's tried other women—nannies, essentially—but she clammed up when I asked her why they didn't work out. She says he “did things to them” and that she'd be happier if I was with him instead. That way, at least he's with family and not strangers.

  Even if this is babysitting, I am somewhat curious as to what my stepfather gets up to. He's a good looking guy, a rugged silver fox; I have the distinct impression that he was a bad boy growing up based purely based on his looks and physique. He's got a brash, charming attitude on top of it, a womanizer if you will, and it makes me wonder what type of trouble he can get into when mom's gone. I promised my mom I'd stop him from doing anything risky, but part of me wants to see what damage he can do when given the chance.

  “Daddy?!” I shout as I walk through the front door, letting myself in.

  I don't hear anything, so I go about dropping my things off around the house. When I pass by their bedroom, I pause as he calls out, “Sammy, is that you? Can you come in here?”

  “Yes, daddy,” I sigh, preparing myself to start helping him around the house, “I'll be right there.”

  As I walk into the dim bedroom, he flicks the light on. He's has a towel around his waist, having just popped out of the shower. Like I said, his physique is pretty amazing for such an old man. It's not body builder, but it's definitely toned, like he's always kept a good level of fitness his whole life.

  It makes me nervous looking at him, because I start to get slightly aroused, and it makes me feel filthy thinking about my daddy that way.

  “Can you—“ he starts, but as he lifts his foot up onto the bed, the towel comes undone, falling down around his legs.

  He's completely naked, his trimmed cock hanging between his legs.

  My mouth agape, I'm caught dumbfounded by him. His cock is soft, but the size of him?! My God, he's bigger soft than I've seen of guys at their hardest. I had no idea he was packing something so big all these years that I knew him. If I felt filthy before, now I feel entirely unsanitary.

  I shake my head, dragging myself from my reverie. “Daddy, Jesus!” I scream, diverting my eyes.

  “Oh sorry, baby.”

  When he tells me to look, he's back with the towel around him. “Don't be like that Sammy, I'm sure you've seen enough of those things.”

  I blush. “Daddy, that's not cool to say, and even then, I don't need to see yours. You're my stepdad.”

  “Eh,” he shrugs, “We're not related. It's not that big of a deal.”

  That's his excuse for everything between us: when he does something messed up, as long as we're not related, then it can't possibly be wrong. It's his oldest excuse in the book.

  “Anyway,” he says, sitting down in the chair, giving up on the idea of lifting his foot onto the bed. “Can you grab the tweezers over there and pull a splinter out of my toe?”

  I breathe deep, thankful that the conversation shifted. “Okay, that I can do.”

  I grab the tweezers and sit down in front of him. He puts his foot up on the ottoman, showing me the underside of it.

  As I zero in on what I think is the splinter, I notice out of the corner of my eye that with his foot up in the air, the towel is draped in such a way that I can see his entire package as he's sitting down!

  I swallow, not saying anything but staring at it for a moment. It's so big! It's the most beautiful cock I've ever seen, and like a magnet, it pulls my attention to it. I focus on his foot, narrowing in the culprit, but my eyes keep darting over to his goods, studying them with a dry-mouthed fervor.

  When I grab his foot with my other hand to steady him, his dick flops ever so slightly, twitching and bulging as my hand touches daddy's foot. I think my touch just turned my daddy on a little bit!

  I'm utterly embarrassed, so as quickly as I can, I look at his foot, find the splinter again, and yank it out in a flash.

  “Oww, shit,” he grunts, pulling his foot away from me. “Goddamn, girl, that hurt.”

  I stand up. “Sorry, daddy. I, uh, have to get settled in, so get dressed and we'll eat dinner soon.” I rush out of the room, trying to keep my cool.

  What is wrong with me? I was literally staring at daddy's dick for a good 30 seconds. What if he ended up seeing me? I'd be so ashamed, I would probably kill myself. But if my mom found out, she'd kill me first!

  I stay in my room for a while, slowly unpacking things as I try to not think about what just happened. When it's time to eat, I just order food, pick it up, and eat silently with my stepdad. I want to limit as much discussion as possible and hope that going to sleep will help me forget about what I saw—and how I felt about it! He doesn't seem to notice my silence as eating quietly is a thing he's well-known for.

  I clean up, say goodnight—at 7 at night—and lock myself away in my room.

  I lie in bed, working on forcing myself to sleep, but it's no use. Every so often, the image of my daddy's huge soft cock, or the twitch I saw under the towel, creeps in on me, flashing before my eyes like a deadly snake staring me down.

  I think I finally fall asleep for maybe an hour before being shocked awake by a dream where my daddy is standing around naked, beckoning me over to him. When I get close, when I feel his hand touch my arm, I wake up sweating. I think it scares me awake, but when I lift my covers and feel my boy shorts, I notice that I'm wet between my legs. It was turning me on!

  Goddamn it, Sammy, it's just a dick! Will you let it go already?

  I get up, deciding I need a glass of water to help calm me down. When I go into the hallway and pass by daddy's room, I expect him to be asleep. Instead, I hear the soft murmuring of a voice. It's daddy, but he seems to be talking to himself, so I lean into the door and listen closely.

  “Shit, shit, shit. This isn't good.”

  My brow furrows. What isn't good? It sounds like he's panicking and moving around furiously.

  He groans, “Go down, will you?! This is not how I want to die!” I hear him shuffling and something fall onto the ground.

 
I knock on the door, calling out, “Daddy?” But he doesn't respond, and it still sounds like he's in trouble, so I open the door.

  “Oh my God, daddy! What are you doing?” There he is, in his recliner, completely naked. He's furiously beating his cock, watching muted porn on the TV. His cock is massive, and he continues to stroke it even after he notices me come in.

  “Oh, Sammy, I'm sorry you have to see this.”

  “Daddy, stop! Why are you doing that?”

  “I'm sorry, baby, I am, but I can't stop.” He continues to stroke his thick meat. And I mean thick: his cock is so large and erect that it looks like a fake dildo in his hand.

  I blush, looking to the ground. “Daddy, that's so gross.”

  He sighs, throwing a pillow over him. But he doesn't quit masturbating: he just does it under the pillow now, away from view. “I'm sorry,” he says, apologizing for the third time, “But I'm stuck.”

  “Daddy, what do you mean you're stuck?” I ask, condescending and incredulous, as if it were the stupidest thing I've ever heard.

  He huffs, “Ugh, well, this is embarrassing. I—kind of—took some Viagra earlier today.”

  “What?! You took Viagra? Why—why would you do that?”

  “I just wanted to play around with it. I've never taken it before; I wanted to see what it was like.”

  “Why wouldn't you wait till mom was here?” I shudder at the thought that he'd fuck my mom with that monster dick. But now it makes sense why he looks so fucking hard at the moment: it's the Viagra coursing through his veins.

  “Eh, I don't know,” he says, getting defensive. “I just wanted to play with myself.”

  “Daddy, you're a pervert.”

  “Yeah, this pervert's stuck, though. It didn't feel like the first pill was working, so I ended up taking a second one, and now I've had this raging hard-on for hours, and no matter how much I try, I can't get myself to lose it.”

  He actually seems pretty worried about it. I know prolonged erections on that medication can be serious. “Well, then let's get you to the hospital. They can take care of it for you.”