by Adrian Amos
It's not like I'm dying to have sex, but I'm so sick of his overbearing attitude. He's not even my dad! It's, like, where does he get off fucking with my life?
It's that anger that's brought me to this point.
I snuck Jake into the house while my stepdad's out picking up work supplies. I've left my bedroom door open just a little bit, so any wandering eyes can get a full view of my 'corruption'.
I want him to see it. I want him to see his little pristine girl messing around with a boy under his own roof. I don't know how far I want to go, but it's gotta be far enough where my stepdad's not going to be confused about what he just saw. He's not going to be thinking I'm still pure, that's for sure.
Jake isn't in on it. I don't think he'd agree with any of this, anyway. He thinks my stepdad's out of the country. Like, that's what he needed to hear. Not that he's out of the state, but that he's out of the country. As far away as possible from us.
But I think Jake's waited long enough with the biggest pair of blue balls that it won't take me more than a second to go further than ever before.
Jake's eyes are glued in wonderment at my bedroom. All the pink and stuffed animals and boy band posters on the wall. It's a cornucopia of personal information that he has not been privy too before, shockingly. I can completely understand his awe at finally being able to see where it is I spend most of my time.
And when I look at the bed, all I can see is me, resting against the backboard, pleasuring myself, constrained by the will of my stepfather. It's another thing I feel like I do to spite him.
I shiver, intent on breaking my stepdad's spell over me.
“Hey, Jake,” I say, my voice low and sultry. I sit down on the edge of my bed and beckon him over, calling him for release.
He walks over to me, and when he's close enough, I grab his shirt and pull him between my legs. I reach up, taking his head in my hand, and pull him down to me, locking lips with him and almost tasting the salt of desperation.
His smile is juvenile. “Hey,” he says back, trying for the smoothest delivery he can.
I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down on top of me as I fall backwards on the bed. We kiss, our mouths mingling, enjoying the one erotic step we've only ever taken.
I look to the side, inviting him to kiss my neck, which he does carefully and laboriously, pecking at me in random locations.
I relish it, but my focus is on the door, watching for the slightest movement that my stepfather might be near. Still nothing; only space.
My hands move down his slim torso, passing his chest and moving over his stomach. It feels so strange to be this aggressive, this absolutely intent on having sex for the first time. I feel like the guy in this situation, which is bizarre and slightly unnerving.
But I want to push this. I want to see the look on my dad's stupid face when his aspirations for me burn up in a single fiery instant.
My hand slides over his crotch, cupping the bulge of his jeans. The shock in Jake's body movement is apparent, like he'd just been stabbed in the gut, unsure of how to react.
He stares at me, his eyes showing confusion, his mouth agape in words he doesn't know how to form.
So I say them for him. “I think I'm ready.”
He clears his throat, parched and dry. “You sure?”
I nod, playing coy. I open my grip lightly and squeeze down again, feeling the pulse of arousal spring through the first I've ever touched.
“I'm so happy, babe,” he exclaims, diving back into my neck, his kisses no longer innocent and random but furious and purposeful. Their goal is to continue south and to eventually open me up where I've been closed for so long.
I glance at the door. Nothing.
His lips fall on my flat stomach, his tender mouth tickling me as he kisses my flesh. He gradually pushes my shirt up with his hands, his mouth sneaking further up to my chest.
I can hardly focus on his motions, so entranced with what the bedroom door might bring me.
That is, until his hands lift my shirt over my breasts, exposing them. When his mouth falls to my nipples, sucking and circling them with his tongue, I can't focus on anything else but the sudden surge of stimulation.
Oh my God, that feels amazing!
I've been so lost in showing my stepfather up that I've completely forgotten I'm about to have sex for the first time! The construction of my sexual defenses has wound me up, and the simplest touch to my forbidden body is explosive in taboo energy.
I don't know if I could stop him at this point anymore.
My hands run through his dark hair as his mouth makes love to my tits. My back arches as if my body's trying to feed him, forcing my nipples back into his mouth when he takes even the slightest break.
He turns up to kiss me on the lips, and I reach down hungry for his groin, grabbing his hard shaft through his pants, angry that I'm not able to feel his cock directly. I speedily unzip and unbutton his pants, reaching down his shorts and pulling out his hard cock. My fingers wrap around his shaft, jerking him frantically, haunted by the thought of his cock inside me.
A sound from the doorway triggers my reflexes, and I turn my head to see the noise.
My stepfather's head can be seen clearly through the door as he stares in horror at what he's witnessing.
I bite my lip, showing my father the pleasure I'm experiencing strangling my boyfriend's dick. I give him a sly smile. He knows I know he's watching. He knows that I'm thoroughly enjoying his company, his eyes searching my body, blankly fixated on my puffy nipples, and then my slim hand gripping a hardened cock.
Our eyes lock and instead of the smug superiority I thought I'd feel—that wind of victory at my back—I feel a great deal of shame.
For some reason, the thought of letting my stepfather down comes to the forefront of my mind, disabling my ability to enjoy my own arousal.
An arousal, by the way, that completely dissipates.
Just like my stepfather's eyes. His look of disgust turns from the door and vanishes.
A few seconds pass when I realize that he'd left, and he wasn't coming back.
Did he really just leave me here to... finish? He's not even going to bust in and kick Jake out of the house? Not that I'd want him to hurt Jake, but at least see him show an unbridled anger he can't control.
Instead, all I get is disappointment.
My urge to rush to him and apologize comes at me like a panic attack.
I look at Jake and apologize, “I'm sorry, Jake... I can't do this.”
He looks at me dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”
“I'm just... I'm not as ready as I thought.”
He looks at me entirely confused, his brow furrowing in questions. When he stands up from me, I realize why that is.
He's already done.
I was watching my stepfather through the door so intently that I didn't even notice that I was wildly beating Jake off, stroking him harder and faster as my thoughts turned to the man at the door.
I lift my hand and look at my stomach. A white, sticky residue is glazing my body. Jake had come on my stomach and hand, dousing me in warm jizz.
A fitting end to an ill-thought out plan.
I'm sorry, Jake. I was being selfish when I dragged you into this.
I kiss him, and then warn him that I think I heard my stepdad walk in. He rightly panics, dressing as I guide him to the window in my room. I usher him out, conflicted about everything that just happened. When he's clear, I rush into the bathroom and clean up his spunk, washing up and wiping it away with a towel. I fix my hair in the mirror, ready to admit I'd made a big mistake.
I head to the garage, but my stepdad's not there. I look around the house, eventually stumbling upon him in the kitchen, drinking a beer and looking downcast.
I stop and watch him, his movements slow and depressing. He doesn't notice me as he focuses on his drink.
I breathe in deep.
“Hey, daddy.”
He doesn't look at me
, his lips pinching together as he refrains from expressing any emotion.
I hold my hands behind my back, that sudden rush of shame returning to me. I fidget, self-conscious of the residue that remains on my stomach, unseen but still tightening my skin.
I head over to the kitchen counter and lean against it, uncomfortable on my two feet.
“Look, about what happened...”
“I don't need to know anything,” he croaks, his voice betraying his frustration.
“I swear, daddy, nothing happened,” I say, remorsefully.
He looks over at me, his disbelief ready. “Really? Nothing happened?”
“Well... okay, something happened.”
His anger in his disappointment is frightening, an addition to his response I didn't expect. He shakes his head. “Why? Why did you do it?”
I blush, averting my eyes to the ground as his gaze pierces me. The burning in my cheeks is painful, a heat that feels so utterly different than the heat I was feeling earlier in my core. “I—I was mad.”
“Mad?! What the hell could make you so mad that you'd do something so stupid?”
“You!” I shout, folding my arms together. “You're always jumping down my throat about dating and boys and what I'm not allowed to do with my own body. It just makes me so angry. I'm not even your daughter, and you treat me like a slave.”
His eyebrows knit together, he stands up swiftly, his fists primed on the table as a bout of fury nearly explodes in him.
But he catches himself. He takes a breath, his fists loosening into open palms, fingers straining on the table. “I get it. I do. I get it.” He turns toward me, his arms crossing to match my own. “I just can't believe you'd... go that far.”
“I did something stupid, daddy. I wasn't thinking straight. I just wanted to hurt you... and now that I did, I feel like an idiot. You didn't deserve to see that.”
He nods as our eyes connect. He approaches me but stops short. “I'll admit, I've been hard on you. I couldn't imagine you losing your virginity to someone that you don't even know if you love or not.”
His concern for me, for what feels like the first time ever, is endearing. This man has looked out for me, like his real daughter, trying his hardest to make sure I don't do anything dumb, that would... 'corrupt' me, as he says.
It's obsessive. It's controlling. But I have to admit, there's a reason why I feel like I let him down so hard. It's because that control over me is what makes me feel like I matter. He thinks I'm so important, so pure in my innocence, that he'd do anything in his power to make sure I never lost that.
“Well,” I smile, hoping I can turn his mood around, “I didn't... technically lose my virginity.”
His arms come undone, tensing at his side. “What do you mean?”
I have to laugh at the whole thing. “I kind of jerked Jake off so hard that he ended up coming on top of me, before he could even go inside me.”
The smile on daddy's face gives me a hint of something I can't place right away. He's relieved, sure, but the smallest micro-gestures suggest something else. His lips twist to the side slightly, and his eyes become warm and inviting; his thumbs insert into his pockets, and he sort of wobbles on his feet.
Is he... nervous?
Is he...
A thought strikes me as I study daddy's strange insecurity.
“Were you jealous, daddy?”
It's his turn to be embarrassed as he clears his throat.
Holy shit...
He comes close to me, his large frame a stark contrast to my small body. I'm dwarfed by him, which makes me feel vulnerable and safe at the same time. When his hand comes to my chin, I gulp over the hardest knot in my throat I've ever felt.
“Are you attracted to me?” I ask. That has to be the most awkward, nerdiest question in existence. But my mind is trapped shut, frozen in fear and anticipation.
What's about to happen?
“You're perfect,” he says, squeezing my jaw in his massive hand. “When I met you, I thought you were the tiniest angel I ever saw. You were—are—this pure young woman, something I've never run across before. I wanted to protect you from the world the moment I met you.”
This time when I blush, the heat is no longer painful. It's revitalizing, tingly in its revealing nature.
“I couldn't imagine you losing your virginity to some punk kid.”
I shake my head rapidly, repeating what daddy already knows. “I didn't.”
“I believe you. I don't think you'd lie about that.”
I ponder. “Do you think I'll lose my virginity to someone I love?”
“I hope you will. I think that would make you the happiest, to know that the person who owns you cares for you more than anything in the world.”
“Like you do, daddy?”
I swear I can see the tiniest blush in daddy's face. He nods.
“I love you, daddy,” I admit. “I think you deserve more from me than I've ever shown you.”
“What do you want, babygirl?”
“I want you, daddy. I want you to save me from making another mistake again.”
Daddy's hands go to my waist, picking me up and setting me down on the counter top, my back leaning against the cabinets on the wall.
His lips meet mine and sparks fly. Unlike Jake, I can't divert my attention from daddy, his presence like a magnet that draws in all my energy. I place my hands on daddy's thick shoulders. Even the feel of his body is like magic, a touch I never want to give up.
This isn't sex I want, not like before; no, this is daddy I want. Not the sex but the bond.
“Wow,” I whisper as our mouths separate. Goosebumps prickle me as I stare level into daddy's eyes. So intense, so passionate, I'm scared of what's to come.
I lift my arms as he pulls my shirt over my head. His large thumbs glance over my nipples, softly plucking them. He pinches them between his fingers and pulls, drawing them out of hiding. He cups me in his palms, my small breasts feeling smaller in his large hands.
You'd think that'd make me self-conscious, but it makes me feel even more secure than before. Like his hands could cover me and save me from anything.
His hand slides down my belly, tickling me as it stops at my shorts. He deftly unbuttons them with two fingers, unzipping me and opening my shorts up. His hand comes back up, his fingers break the barrier of my panties, and down they go, lifting my panties and causing me to slide up against the cabinetry to brace myself.
His middle finger pierces my folds, spreading my opening as his other fingers run around my cunt. I'm already supremely wet. It could be from Jake, but I have a feeling that it's purely from daddy's power over me. I soak for him, ready for daddy to enter me at his leisure, at his simplest desire.
Daddy places his free hand against the cabinets, preparing for his next move. His finger curls, entering me easily. I moan, struck by the pleasure my pussy emanates. A sharp stab of arousal forces my tongue to moisten my lips.
Daddy kisses me on the cheek, breathing close to my face as he finger fucks me. He caresses my walls, rubbing me gently as his finger pushes deeper inside me.
“Oh, daddy,” I groan.
“Shhhhhh,” he coos, taking my mouth in his, biting my lip as I struggle to contain my gasps of satisfaction. He pulls out, sliding his finger through my slit, gathering my juices, moving up and twiddling my clit, bouncing it back and forth.
I clutch his shoulders, clenching my thighs together, tortured by his expert hand movements.
“It feels so good.”
Daddy pulls out, grabbing my shorts and panties and yanking them from me. He lifts my thighs up, and I place my feet on the counter top.
With my legs spread open, daddy plunges into my twat, starving for my pussy. He brings my folds into his mouth, traveling up while sucking my folds all the way. He stops at my clit, his tongue bumping it back and forth, playing with it as he spears his fingers back into me. This time two enter, daddy's broad digits stretching my pussy out.
> He works me over, he fingers pushing in, and as they come out, he spreads them apart, dragging them against my side walls. He plays this game over and over, widening me like he's preparing me for something. All the while, his tongue savagely flicks through my slit, my daddy drinking me up as he eats me out.
Without control, my hips grind into daddy's face, yearning for his constant touch. It's like I can't afford a break or else I might lose everything about him.
But daddy stands up, no longer content with using only his mouth. He undoes his pants and drops them, revealing his massive cock! It's not any longer than Jake's, but it's far thicker, the sight of his fingers a joke compared to the girth of his member.
When he closes in on me, standing at the perfect height for my counter-top raised pussy, he slides his cock through my slit, which makes me shudder and also flinch. Just the feel of his thickness overcoming the width between my lips is chilling. After he collects my slickness for himself, he bends his cock down and presses his bulbous head into me.
My arms shoot out to his chest, fear overtaking me. “Wait, daddy! Slow, slow!” I call out.
He smiles, “Don't worry, babygirl. I promise I won't hurt you.”
He takes his meticulous time, the head of his cock puncturing me at a creeping rate, at probably an inch every 5 seconds. He puts his arms under my knees, holding my legs up just slightly so that my pussy turns upward for him.
I hold my breath; not from pain, but from the intense pressure of being expanded far beyond anything I've ever taken inside me. Moans and jabs of pleasure is all I know, daddy's big cock bringing me into adulthood.
“You're so tight, babygirl.”
“For you, daddy. Only you.”
He bites his lip, spurred on to push into me faster, his hesitation no longer holding fast. His cock enters me until his pelvis touches mine, and his thighs press against the counter. He picks my butt up and slides me an inch towards him, giving him space enough to thrust into me without danger.