I initially tried to swallow what he was giving me, but soon realized it was too much. His deprived balls were pumping copious load after hot load of his creamy cum into my mouth, and I just allowed it to fill me, overflowing my mouth and running down my cheeks to soak my hair and the bedspread.
I held him in my mouth as his orgasm continued, licking at his twitching cock, feeling the strong spurts dwindle to soft dribbles, then stop entirely. I felt his muscles relax as he fought to catch his breath.
After a minute, he began to nuzzle into my pussy, and I smiled around his softening cock as I spread my legs and pressed my hips up against his face.
Having just sucked my father’s cock – a fantasy I’d had for years – I was already near the edge of orgasm, and didn’t need much to put me over. His tongue worked over my clit, slowly at first, then building in intensity as he felt my body reacting to his touch, urging him on.
As I felt that inner coil of pleasure tightening, preparing for its release, a surprise greeted me. My dad’s cock began to harden again, filling my mouth as it pulsed back to full thickness. This sent my pleasure higher, and I began to moan on every exhale.
Dad feasted on my pussy, his hands under my ass cheeks, holding me in place as he licked and sucked at my intimate furrow. My own hands kneaded the muscles of his ass, as I sucked softly on his rejuvenated cock.
He took a cue from me, and I felt his finger worming at the tiny pucker of my ass. My juices were seeping down over it, and he spread it around, preparing my tight opening for his entry. I groaned when I felt it pressing into me, spreading the resisting sphincter to its insistent intrusion. His tongue continued its fluttering dance over the engorged nub of my clit, and my inner pleasure tightened into a knot, my muscles locking as my orgasm poised for liftoff.
Suddenly, the dam broke, and the pleasure of my climax throbbed through me in hard waves, causing my body to thrash in my dad’s strong embrace. My mouth slid off his cock and I cried out loudly, exclaiming my bliss as my dad continued his lingual assault on my cunt. My fingernails dug into the muscles of his ass, leaving small red marks on the skin.
Finally, my body relaxed, lying back in contentment as my dad continued to nuzzle gently between my legs. Small shudders went through me as he kissed my satiated cunt. His hard cock jutted down towards my mouth, but I could only work up enough energy to lick softly at the tip.
He moved off of me, and I thought we were going to rest, but he had other plans. Turning around, he moved between my still-spread legs, and settled his weight down on me. His cockhead nudged at my pussy as he leaned down and kissed me hard. Our tongues met and began to dance, and I felt my body coming back to life, as I realized this was my father kissing me so passionately.
My knees slid up his body until they rested against his sides, and my feet moved around him, taking him in my embrace. Shifting my hips, I searched for the head of his cock with my cunt, trying to align us to the proper position. Finally, his bulbous head slid between my labia at the base of my cunt, and nestled at my entrance.
I opened my eyes to find him looking down at me. His expression was a mixture of contentment and lust, with a trace of uncertainty. I allayed his fears by moving my feet to his ass and pressing down, urging him to enter me. We shared a smile and then watched each other’s face contort in pleasure as he flexed his hips and began pressing into my tight cunt.
“Oooooh,” I breathed, “that’s nice.”
He kept pressing, and my inner muscles yielded, gripping him tightly as they allowed entry to his burrowing thickness. My little pussy was spread wider and fuller than it ever had been, and there was still more of his jutting cock left, continuing to slide into my clasping slickness.
“Ghhhh,” I cried, grunting as he finally reached bottom, his balls resting in the upturned cleft of my ass. My pussy was stretched impossibly around him, and I felt the head nudging against the bottom of my cunt. It had never felt like this.
His thick girth forced my inner labia to oval around the base of his cock, causing my clit to be pulled down against the skin of his shaft. I cried out again as he began to slide out of me, dragging his now-slickened skin over my protruding clitoris.
My inner walls grasped frantically at him as he withdrew, trying to hold him inside, feeling empty with nothing solid to grip. But as he reached the end, he quickly pushed back in, filling me again with one forceful thrust.
I moved my hands to his shoulders and held him tightly as he began fucking. My upturned cunt welcomed him again and again, accepting him into my snug sheath, and then squeezing him as he withdrew. Even though I had just come from his tongue in my pussy, I could feel my pleasure accumulating again, coiling around his pistoning cock, preparing for another explosion.
“Ohhhh, fuck me,” I whimpered, digging my nails into the skin of his shoulders.
“Feels so good, baby,” he whispered in response, as his hips picked up speed.
I let out another long, low whine, then said, “Your cock’s so big, Daddy.”
He groaned from my words, then replied, “And your pussy is so tight.”
I tightened my legs around him. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. I’m getting close.”
He pressed his hands into the mattress beside me, lifting his upper body slightly to give himself more leverage. His hips sped up, and slapped audibly against my upturned thighs and ass.
“Yessss, that’s it Daddy. Fuck me hard.”
I felt the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he used his strength to give me what I asked for, battering my body with his, as his cock whipsawed in and out of my frothing and clasping cunt. He grunted loudly with each thrust, and my cries rose to match his, feeling the pleasure approaching the breaking point.
His cock continued to hammer me, as I felt myself beginning to drift away on the pleasure. I had never been fucked like this before, and I allowed my mind to focus on the sensations, as my body lay open and welcoming to his lustful attack. My cunt and my dad’s cock worked together for the purpose they were created, like a key in a lock, needing to be joined to fulfill their purpose.
Dad was gasping out breaths as he fucked his daughter, and I could tell he was getting closer and closer to his climax. I ran my fingernails down his back and then gripped his firm ass cheeks in my hand, urging him on, lifting my hips up to his, meeting his thrusts with my own, pounding my cunt onto his steel-like ram of a cock.
Suddenly, he was there, and he pressed deep into me and lifted his head and roared out his pleasure. I felt his cock jerk in my cunt, followed immediately by the warm filling sensation of his cream blasting into me. That sent me over, and my pussy spasmed hard, clenching around his invading hardness as my orgasm ripped through me.
I cried and screamed and writhed beneath him, clawing and nipping frantically at his skin as the ecstasy pounded through me in waves. My cunt pulsed and twitched, gripping and rippling over his granite shaft as my juices gushed from within, mixing with his cum and oozing from the tight seal of our union, running down the crack of my ass to the sheet.
All coherent thought left me, and only sensation remained. We clung to each other as our orgasms rumbled and churned, finally ebbing to gentle waves of pleasure.
I held tightly to him, his body shuddering as he gulped for air. My breath was hot and hard against his shoulder, and I cried out a gasp as his cock shifted in me and one last jolt of pleasure shot up my spine.
Then we lay silent, enjoying the feeling of holding each other. His weight settled on me, and it made me feel secure and safe. Finally, his cock softened and slipped wetly from my contented pussy, and he lifted his head to look at me.
I smiled up at him, and he returned it.
“That was amazing,” he said.
I breathed out a contented sigh. “It’s never felt like that before.”
“I guess your feminine wiles are effective.”
I giggled. “Told ya.”
“Any time you need me to wash your hair, I’ll be there.”
“But Daddy, wouldn’t that be unproprate?” I grinned.
“Fuck appropriate,” he said, and we both laughed.
# # #
Taboo Stripping
The twin pink spotlights shone in my face as I moved to the music, blotting out all but the first few rows of hungry eyes watching me. It was the final song of my last set, and I wanted to make the crowd remember me, both to increase the tips they’d give, but also so they’d come back to see me next Friday night.
This set had started with me wearing a cute little white sailor girl outfit, complete with hat. But now, I was down to just my garter belt and stockings, which framed my smoothly-shaven pussy. Several dollar bills were tucked into the waistband of the belt, and many more were scattered on the stage around me. It was going to be another profitable night.
But at the moment, my pussy didn’t care. All it knew was that it was the center of attention for over a hundred horny guys, and it was enjoying itself immensely. The guys in the front got a clear view of how happy it was, as a thin line of wetness gleamed along the smooth vertical cleft. And when I lay back and spread my legs wide, causing my outer labia to part slightly, they got a quick glimpse of the glistening pink wetness between.
Yes, I was enjoying my new job. The place was upscale, one of the nicest in the city, and in the month since I’d started, I’d become the most popular dancer here. And also the best paid.
But it was the watching eyes that really made the job enjoyable. I had always been an exhibitionist, even when I was young. For example, in Fifth Grade I would leave my panties at home and charge the boys a nickel apiece to look up my dress. But my favorite time had to be during my last two years of high school, when my mother remarried, and I would spend my days tormenting my new stepfather with my body.
* * *
“What’re you watching, Daddy?” I asked, as I walked into the living room where my stepfather, Jeremy, was sitting on the couch in front of the television. My mom was at her monthly book club meeting.
“Just a movie,” he replied, and then did a double take. I was wearing a thin T-shirt and a pair of skimpy pink panties. My full breasts pushed the shirt out in twin curves, topped off by the obvious bumps of my upturned nipples. The shirt was short, exposing my midriff.
“Um, Rachael,” he said, “aren’t you a little underdressed?” He was very handsome, still in his late thirties with a rugged face and brown hair he wore slightly long.
I smiled. “This is comfortable for me. Are you saying I shouldn’t be comfortable in my own house?”
“No, but when you dress like that, it makes me feel uncomfortable.”
I smiled again. “Daddy, that’s just because you’re new here. You’ve only been living with us for a month. You’ll get used to sharing a house with a teenage daughter.”
He frowned, but didn’t reply, so I grabbed a pillow off the couch and lay on the floor on my stomach, getting comfortable as I began to watch the movie. I knew that my stepfather had a perfect view of my ass, and I spread my legs slightly, making sure he could see how my panties stretched tightly over my pussy from behind.
The movie was some lame slasher flick from the ‘80s, back when they weren’t afraid to show plenty of tits with their gore. Boobs were bouncing and blood was flowing, and I was beginning to enjoy it. One particularly good scene came on, where a couple was alone in a cabin, and they began to make out. Soon, they were both naked and in bed, with him lying between her spread legs and sucking on her nipples. I was focusing on how stiff they looked, when suddenly the channel changed, and I was staring at a cartoon featuring a mouse hitting a cat in the head with a hammer.
I turned to look back at my stepfather. “I was watching that.”
“It was inappropriate.”
I sat up, turning to sit cross-legged, facing him. “What do you mean?”
“That’s not something we should be watching together.”
I gave him a curious look. “So, you’re saying that if I wasn’t here, you’d be watching it?”
“Yes.”
“And if I was here alone, you wouldn’t mind me watching it?”
“Of course not. You’re seventeen and old enough to watch R-rated movies.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“As I said, it’s inappropriate for us to watch it together.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m your father.”
“So?”
“Think of it this way. If I was reading a dirty magazine, would you feel comfortable if I did it around you?”
I grinned. “You read dirty magazines?”
A slight blush crept onto his cheeks. “I didn’t say that. I meant hypothetically.”
My grin widened. “You do, don’t you?”
“Rachael, don’t try to change the subject. I was just using that as an example.”
“I’m not judging you. I like to look at that stuff on the internet sometimes.”
He frowned. “You shouldn’t be doing that.”
“Why not?”
“Because, it shows a distorted view of reality.”
“How so?”
“Sex is about more than just naked bodies. It’s about caring for someone, and sharing intimacy with them.”
“It answered a lot of questions I had.”
“That should be the role of parents, not the internet.”
I smiled as I saw my opening. “So, I can ask you about sex?” I got up and sat beside him on the couch.
He swallowed hard as his eyes took a quick trip down and up my body. “Yeah, sure. Your mom and I will be happy to answer any questions you have.”
“I can’t talk to her about that stuff.”
“That’s silly. Your mother is very open about sexual matters.”
“She may be with you, but she doesn’t seem to want to discuss it with me.”
“I’ll have a talk with her, and we’ll all sit down together.”
“Can I ask you something I’ve been wondering about?”
He adjusted the collar of his shirt. “You sure you don’t want to wait?”
I shook my head. “No, this is more of a guy question anyway.”
“Ok, if you think I can help.”
“I heard something about guys, and I was wondering if you could tell me if it was true.”
“Ok?”
“Is it true that guys jerk off all the time?”
His eyes widened, and he stared at me.
“Because,” I continued, “my friend Emma told me that she read in a magazine that guys jerk off every day, sometimes multiple times.”
“Um…” he said, nodding and searching for words, ‘I guess some do.”
“And she said it doesn’t matter if they’re getting regular sex. They still jerk off all the time.”
He continued to nod. “Yeah, I guess. All guys are different though.”
“That is so crazy. Why would they keep doing it if they were getting laid?”
He gave me a shrug, “Who knows?”
“Did you do it before you met my mom?”
His eyes went wide again. “What?”
“You know.” I made a jerking motion with my fist. “You were a good-looking, single guy. But I’m sure there were times you had to take matters into your own hands, so to speak.”
“Um, Rachael, I don’t think we should be–”
“How often did you do it before you met Mom?”
He stared at me. “That’s not appropriate to discuss with you.”
“You told me I could ask you about sex.”
“Yes, about sex. Not my sex life.”
“I’m just curious about what guys do. And since you’re a guy, that’s why I’m asking.”
“I understand. But still, I can’t discuss it.”
“Then I guess I’ll just ask some of the boys I know.”
He thought for a moment. “Fine. What’s your question again?”
I grinned. “How much did you jerk off b
efore you met my mom?”
He shook his head, and got a look of concentration. “Let’s see. Not every day, but most days. Sometimes more than once a day.”
“Wow. What’s the most times in one day?”
“Well, when I was younger, I once did it seven times.”
“Seven times?”
He smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, but I was sixteen.”
“How about now?”
He frowned. “What?”
“How often do you do it now?”
“I’m not telling you that.”
“So, you are doing it?”
The blush crept up again. “I didn’t say that.”
“Well, if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have a problem telling me.”
His cheeks got redder, as if he knew he had been caught. “Not necessarily.”
“But this is what I’m curious about. Why do guys keep doing it, even when they’re getting sex?”
He shrugged. “I’m not sure. Maybe because we’re so used to doing it, it’s become a habit.”
“Does Mom know you do it?”
Now his blush was bright red. “What?”
I smiled. “I don’t blame you for not telling her. I’d be upset if some guy wasn’t being satisfied with what I was giving him.”
“It’s not about being satisfied. It’s just something we do, that’s all. It has nothing to do with your mother.”
“And yet you keep it from her.”
“It’s complicated. Can we change the subject?”
I grinned. “Sure. I have another question.”
He rubbed his forehead. “This one isn’t about my sex life, is it?”
“No, I just need your advice about something.”
“Ok, go ahead.”
“Is this a turnoff for guys?” I turned to face him, and leaned back slightly, then spread my thighs wide. My panties stretched tightly over my mound, pulling away from the sides.
He gaped at me, and his mouth hung open slightly. “Rachael!”
“What?”
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