by Adrian Amos
For the first time since I took the pill, I feel a sense of calm overcome me as my body is satisfied. I fall flat on the bed, enjoying the relaxation of finally coming down from the torture of unending lust.
“Do you have anymore of those pills?” Daddy asks.
I can't speak, but I point to the nightstand next to the bed. Daddy heads over and picks it up, examining it as if it were some foreign oddity.
He goes to the bathroom for a moment and I hear the faucet run. He must've washed it down the sink. I'd complain, but I might just be happier not having to deal with that all again.
He comes back, a glass of water in his hands. He picks my weak head up just off the bed.
“Open up and drink.”
I open my mouth, ready to take the soothing water down my parched throat. But just before he puts the glass up to my mouth, he stuffs a pill into my mouth.
I swallow it. “What was that? Advil or something?”
He smiles. “The rest of the pill.”
The shock on my face makes him laugh. “What the hell?!” I yell, slowly getting myself to my knees on the bed.
“Hey,” he says, “Where I'm from, if you smoke cigarettes, your parents make you smoke until you're sick. It's the best way to get you to stop doing dumb shit and get off drugs.”
“But—but—“
“Now you're going to do this all over again,” he says, “and daddy's going to be right here with you, helping you get through it.”
I want to complain and call him an asshole, but I know it'll be pointless.
In about 20 minutes, I'm going to crave a whole lotta dick, and he's the only man who can give it to me. I better not make him mad, or else I might not make it through this next dose.
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Daddy, You Need to Help Wash Me
“Nuh, uh. I don't think you're going to win this time,” my stepdad teases. He swings his arm around to my bare side, but I deftly block it with a downward chop.
“You'll have to try better than that, old man,” I tease right back, sprightly in my small bikini as I dance away from his strikes. Although, I can't say I'm much faster than the muscular man in only swim trunks.
How did our car washing session turn into a manic tickle fight? Who knows, but when you're around someone you love, sometimes fun just takes over. You're tired of doing work and just want to play around.
That happens a lot between me and my stepdad. I don't know what it is between us, but every time I help him out with something, or go someplace with him, our time together devolves into something incredibly silly. Just the other day, our trip to the grocery store turned into a hugging match, trying to find out who could squeeze the other one tighter and prove they love the other one more.
I think lately, though, our activities have turned more towards touching each other any way we can. Tickling, hugging, wrestling. Maybe because mom's out of the country on a business trip, maybe we're just looking for something else? Maybe we're kind of lonely? That's kind of sad to think about.
But daddy's not the only one to blame. I've been feeding off it lately, enjoying daddy's touch as much as possible. I get giddy every time his fingertips brush against me, every time he fake 'manhandles' me, sweeping me off my feet and spinning me around. He does that a lot. The spinning makes me lightheaded, but I think it's more because the blood rushes to other parts of my body! Achingly so.
With my mind wandering, daddy gets a good poke right under my ribs, making me flinch and twist away.
“Got ya,” he laughs.
“No fair with your big ol' bear claws!”
“Oh yeah?!” he exclaims. He reaches down and grabs the hose next to the truck.
I flinch, already trying to protect myself. “No, daddy! Don't you think about it! That better be for getting the rest of the soap off the truck.”
“Sure, sure,” he says, lowering the nozzle somberly, as if considering my words. Quickly, though, he flashes that deviousness I love about him. “Although, I think I see a little soap right about... there!”
Daddy sets the spray on me, dousing me in water. I scream, trying futilely to block the stream from soaking me. No use. Instead, I plead for mercy.
“Ah! Quit it, daddy, quit it!!
As I spin around, daddy circles his hands around my waist, picking me up in the air. The sudden rush of flight produces that same sense of lightheadedness as I screech. The feeling of daddy's big arms grazing my bare midriff creates that same tingling underneath my bikini bottom as well.
I'd probably feel guilty about it all if it didn't feel so goddamn amazing!
I laugh and call for him to stop as he circles me around.
Playfully, at least. I wish he'd spin me all day, every day.
He finally relents, lowering me so that my feet lightly touch the ground. I look up at him, flustered, but completely enamored with my protector.
Little do we notice, but all the soap and water runoff from the truck created a mud pit next to the garage. Daddy places me down right on the edge of it.
I slip, one foot coming out from under me. Daddy moves to catch me, but his foot catches the same patch of mud I'd been standing in and makes that slick, sloshy sound of frictionless movement.
In a tangle of bodies, trying as hard as we can to regain our footing, we gracelessly fall into the mud. Not just fall: our weights send us tumbling through it. I could have landed squarely on my butt and been done with it, but daddy falling forward causes me and him to roll through the mud, completely covering us in the gross substance from back to front.
“Ugh!” I lift my arms, the slop running off my arms like pudding.
There's a moment of us looking wide-eyed at each other, stunned by our own clumsiness.
But the levity between us never escapes, and when daddy's face lights up (lights up as much as a mud-caked grin can get), I start to giggle, knowing this is exactly what we get for being a couple of goofballs.
“Daddy!” I scream, heightening my voice in mock disdain, “Look what you've done!”
“Me?” he laughs, “I think if you weren't such a klutz, we'd be sipping tea right about now, prim and proper.”
“Yeah? Maybe if you weren't such a weakling, you'd have caught me and saved us.”
He smiles, biting his lip. He pokes me in the ribs, and I gasp, eliciting a grunt. I bake me a mud ball and sling it at him.
You know when you do something and instantly regret it because you know the other person is going to reciprocate in kind and that's the last thing you want?
Daddy doesn't fail to respond, and I cry out, regretting my choices and not wanting to get anymore dirty. But daddy's ball of mud lands directly on my chest, seemingly coating the one place that hadn't already had its fill.
“Ugh, stop daddy!” I stick my tongue out, grossed out by the smell—and I swear taste—of our filth. “Blegh!”
“Okay, okay,” he says. “Come on.” He struggles to get to his feet, but when he does, he reaches down and helps me up, finally managing to pull us from the quagmire.
I look down at myself, disgusted with the mess. “You're gonna help me wash up, right? This stuff is already drying in the sun.”
“Here. Let's see if we can get you cleaned up.” He picks the hose up again and turns the spray on me. The flash of cold water makes me freeze up.
It immediately start breaking up the mud, but the water is so cold that I don't know how long I want to sit under the freezing stream.
“The water's too cold, daddy,” I say, causing him to let up. “Not only that, but I need some freaking soap to actually feel clean after all this.”
He nods. “Okay, well, if you want to jump in the shower, you can.”
“Are you coming?” I ask, a strange sensation building in me as the words escape my mouth. It seems so naughty, but it's purely innocent. At least, I think it is.
“You want me to come?”
“Yeah, just wash it off us.” I add in, “And our clothes. And you said you'd help.”
He smiles, “I don't think I actually said that—I think you did—but sure.”
We hustle into the house, trying to ensure we track in as little as possible. We jump into the big standing shower in his bedroom, giggling as the flash cold water slowly turns to relaxing heat. The sigh out of me makes me shake a little.
The mud starts to slough off immediately, falling in caked lumps before smashing into the tiles and disintegrating in the flowing water.
Daddy applies some soap to himself, and being not in my own bathroom, I hold my hand out to sample some of his soap for myself. The green body wash pools in my hand and I take a deep whiff of it, a luxurious smell of 'Irish Spring', whatever that means. But the most tantalizing aspect of it is that it's wholly daddy's smell. Smelling it is like smelling him up close, and as I apply it and daddy applies it to himself, it's like a double dose of manly aroma.
I can't help but glance daddy's way every so often, watching his hands move over his body and lather up big mounds of bubbles. It's like a peep show, where every inch of mud reveals an erotic body underneath, glistening and straining in the water. Daddy's pecs are so close that I just want to touch them. I've touched them so many times before when we've wrestled or he's hugged me, but this time, my mouth is dry as I stare at the finely tuned muscle. I just want to run my fingertips over him...
Daddy has no trouble cleaning himself off, which makes sense, since I was the one he landed on and took the brunt of the filth. Once daddy's basically clean, he says, “Here. I'll help you out, like you think I said I would.”
I smile and turn my back to him. I hear the slickness of his hands rubbing together, and then the gentle pressure of them scrubbing my shoulders. The tiniest bit of pressure from him elicits a moan from me, which I immediately stifle so as not to sound weird. I mean, it was all innocent, I think, but I don't want daddy to think that it was pleasure or something!
“You like that?” he asks, clearly responding to my escaping breath.
I blush, but I nod, acknowledging my arousal, at least to myself. I can't even say anything in case my voice cracks or I say something unintelligible. I just keep my mouth shut and hope it comes to nothing.
Although... coming to something would definitely be nice.
As daddy's hands fall down my back, I work up the courage to finally say something. After swallowing heavily. “Yeah, just like that. That feels good.”
His fingertips are soft and gentle, caressing as they trail down my spine, tickling as they brush over my skin. It's so relaxing that I don't wonder at all if he's even trying to get the mud off of me.
My own hands fall to my stomach, caressing me unconsciously as I close my eyes and let daddy's hands focus my thoughts. It feels so amazing to have a man touching me like that, even if it is my stepfather. I'm melting and every touch feels incredibly sensitive. I even shiver a little when his fingers touch my lower back.
“Are you sensitive there?”
I nod, unwilling to speak and possibly break this trance. I look down at myself, and for the first time, realize how 'naked' I look in my bikini. This naked, so close to daddy...
But then I notice something in my cleavage. “Oh crap,” I say, feeling under my top and touching stickiness, “I have mud under my clothes.”
“Do you, now?” Daddy asks as his hands stop moving.
“Yeah, it was probably when you threw that mud ball right at my chest,” I respond, disgusted with the goop I'm wearing.
“Well,” daddy says, “you said you wanted me to help you get clean.”
My stomach twists and a lump forms in my throat. Blood rushes to my face as I struggle with the words. I croak, “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” daddy coolly says, as his hands make their way to the string tied behind my back, “I should help you clean everything up, just like I promised. It'd be silly to leave the shower still dirty.”
With that, daddy pulls on one loose string from my bikini, causing the knot to come undone and separate.
My top is loose, and daddy's hands glide from behind me along the side of my body until they come below my breasts. He slides up and under my top, the top of his hands pressing firmly along the bottom of my tits.
I bite my lip, watching daddy's hands as they stroke along under my tits, scooping away the mud that has caked there. Daddy puts some more soap in his hands, and when he comes back to my body, he doesn't play coy, completely lifting my top as his hands circle my breasts.
When daddy's palms cross over my sensitive nubs, I moan, almost losing my strength as I lean back into daddy's muscular body.
He whispers, mere inches from my ear as he looks down at his work, “I have to clean you up entirely, don't I?”
I nod, swallowing, the lump in my throat so constraining and hard. My shock at the situation is painful, but each time daddy's hands swipe back over my hardening nipples, my throat loosens as my body accepts its arousal.
“Oh, daddy,” I groan.
“What? You need more, baby?”
Before I can speak, daddy pinches my nipples in his soapy fingers, twisting them in slippery friction. The feeling is sublime, the sharp little stabs of eroticism traveling down my body.
“Daddy! I don't think those are that dirty.”
He smiles, “You're right, baby.”
He lets go, right before pushing his body against mine and pinning me to the tiled wall of the shower. He reaches down and shimmies my bathing suit down my legs.
I gasp, completely surprised that daddy's undressing me! “Daddy! What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you just like you asked. Now, no more talking.” He squirts some more soap into his hands, squishing it together before applying it to my body. Not just my body, but directly to my bare ass.
I can feel the dirt coming off, but that's a minor consideration now that daddy's massaging all my naughty bits! He kneads the flesh of my ass, squeezing it as he digs his nails in, circling around and soaping around my pussy.
He squeezes my folds together between his fingers, moving up and down, popping my clit between his grasp, causing my hips to jerk each time it escapes him. I put my hands on the wall, bracing myself against daddy's rough grip, rough but intoxicating. His other hand comes back up to my tits, pulling my top over my head. He seizes my tit, molding my body in concert as he clasps my pussy.
He's finding dirt I didn't even know I had!
It's like each time he applies pressure to my clit, my ass juts out a little more from the wall. Eventually, my ass bumps up against daddy's crotch, where I feel through his shorts the hardest cock imaginable. Not that I have any experience with it, but just the thickness I can feel through his swim trunks is enough to give me the chills.
Oh my God! Is he going to put that thing inside me?
I realize just how serious this situation has become. Horseplay turned into a shower, which is turning into a whole lot of naughty fun. And soon that fun is going to turn into a thick dick inside me!
“Spread those legs,” he commands me.
I do, spreading them one foot at a time just beyond my shoulders. He takes a hand and runs it down my ass crack, separating my cheeks. I squirm, but daddy's hand continues sawing back and forth, running over my asshole and cleaning me deep. Each hand motion is followed by his thumb grazing over my hole, bouncing off as he momentarily prods inside.
“I think you need a deep cleaning. Don't you think so, babygirl?”
“Yes, daddy,” I mumble, nodding vigorously.
Daddy crouches down behind me, using his hands to spread my cheeks apart. He kisses my cheeks a few times, enjoying my flesh as he squeezes it and sucks on it. Then, he does something I would never have expected!
He sticks his tongue onto my asshole, twirling it and tasting me on my backdoor!
I shudder, the wet surprise a shock to my system. But it doesn't take long for me to realize just how amazing it feels to have daddy in there. His tongue dances over my hole, flicking it tantalizingly, w
here each ricochet off the tight orifice is met with tough resistance, which is made all the more erotic because all I can think about is what happens when he finally breaks through. When he punches through and tastes me on the inside.
“Deeper, daddy,” I moan, “You need to clean me deeper.”
“You want that, don't you?” he replies, squeezing my ass.
He pushes his coiled tongue in as I relax, letting him enter me for the first time. I let out an almost immediate moan as his tongue pushes in incredibly deep and the heat of his breath covers my naughty entrance. In and out he thrusts, as if he were fucking me, turning his tongue inside me. He even flicks it hard against the wall attached to my pussy, pushing down as he's pulling out, causing a satisfying thrum as he escapes my ass roughly.
My ass feels so fucking good that I can barely stand it!
But daddy stands up, saying, “I think you need to clean me off first, babygirl.”
I'm so charged up that daddy doesn't need to ask twice. I spin around and fall to my knees. I pull the tie to his swim trunks, undoing them. It takes me a moment as I fight against the wet fabric and mesh clinging to daddy, but eventually I'm able to shimmy the trunks down and off him.
Daddy's cock bounces as its freed. It's thick and hard, throbbing and bouncing as daddy flexes it. Eyes wide, I've never seen something so big!
I just want to shove it in my mouth right away; unfortunately, daddy really does need to be cleaned, with mud caking him everywhere beneath his shorts.
I guess I got to be a patient little girl.
I raise my palms up in a bowl shape, like I'm begging for alms. Daddy squirts the bottle in my hands, and I go to work quickly, applying the suds straight to his shaft. The feeling of stroking his hard meat with my slippery hands is so good. I stroke him a few good times, mesmerized as I grip his cock and experience his manhood straining in my hand.
I guess I just realized that I love how a hard cock feels. And that's just in my hand. I wonder what it'll feel like inside me?
The prospect excites me and I rush to clean the rest of the mud off daddy. Finally, daddy pulls the shower head off the wall and hands it to me. I spray him all over, even lifting his shaft and soaking under his balls. I'm ready to move on to my next task.