“Damn, girl, you really did pull out all the stops for me, didn’t you?”
I tried to banish the thoughts of Bryce that the question raised, but nodded. “It was supposed to be my special night, Daddy, but Bryce stood me up. He didn’t think I was worth it.”
Matt’s fingertips delved lower, pushing between my legs until they found the wet mess my pussy had made of the area while my step-father had been on top of me and slid so much easier until one finger was poised right at my tight entrance.
“I don’t know who Bryce is, but he’s a dumb motherfucker, Danielle. You deserve to get fucked by somebody who appreciates you, somebody who knows how to fuck right. I’m going to take you until you scream, as hard as I like, because you’re mine, Danielle. All mine for tonight. Your wet little pussy is going to take everything I give it, just the way I want to give it. Isn’t that right?”
Matt’s finger, completely slickened by my own juices, pulled back to my clit and rubbed it with enviable skill. I moaned, breathing heavier as he brought me to near orgasm quicker than I had ever been able to do it myself.
“Unless… you want me to stop?” he asked, pausing his.
“No!” I was surprised at the desperation in my voice, despite the apprehension about whether losing my virginity might hurt or not. I bucked my hips, trying to get that finger rubbing against me again, but he just moved with me, teasing me to near insanity.
“Then tell me, Danielle. Tell me you’re Daddy’s little slut. Say it.”
“Mmmmm. I’m… I’m Daddy’s little… slut.”
The way I said it, with the tone of the last word raised, it was almost a question. Was this really happening? Was I doing it right?
“Good girl, Danielle.”
Matt lowered his lips to my neck, still holding me firmly with his hand, and I felt his teeth on my skin for a moment, as if he was going to bite me like a vampire, before he kissed me hard enough to leave a mark as telling as any creature of the night ever had. That would take some explaining at school on Monday.
I moaned happily as he licked and sucked at my neck and then began stroking his finger on my clit again, that ominous bulge of his grinding against my ass as he watched the effect he was having on me through half-closed eyes. I was putty in his hands.
I tried to control myself, but it was like he had a hold of the remote control for my facial expressions and my voice. I moaned like a whore, I bit my bottom lip, my eyes rolled back and my nose even twitched, all while my Matt had me pinned against the bed in lingerie that no step-father should ever see their step-daughters in.
As far as I knew, there was nowhere on earth wetter than between my legs at that very moment. With me face-down as I was, every trickle and droplet of pussy juice flowed over my clit, lubricating it against the expert rubbing of Matt’s finger as he pressed my go-button faster than I had ever been able to.
I tried to open my legs as wide as I could, feeling my outer thighs pushing against his knees as I tried to give him as much room to work with as he could, tried to give myself over completely to the climax that was building up inside of me. Matt leaned over and kissed me full on the lips, as passionately as I’d ever seen him kiss my mother, and stayed right over me as I was flung over the edge of the pleasurable abyss.
“Are you cumming for me, Danielle? Are you cumming for Daddy?”
“Uhn… yeah… oh fuck…”
“Say it, let me hear it.”
“I’m c-cumming for y-you… Daddy!”
The last word out of my mouth was drawn out and yelled almost as loud as I was capable of but, even with such volume, the sound was drowned out by the humming in my ears as mind-numbing ecstasy took me to another dimension like I was some kind of hippy. My only connections to my body were Matt’s lips, tongue and teeth on my neck again, his hand on my throat, his finger on my clit and that constant reminder of that huge weapon in his pants pressing against me.
When I came back down to this plane of reality, I was a quivering wreck. I couldn’t seem to control my limbs properly and vaguely thought that I’d had enough sensory overload to do some kind of damage to my nerves, but I didn’t even know if that was possible.
Matt was saying something, but I couldn’t concentrate on his exact words. I felt a tickle at the corner of my mouth and, without thinking, tried to wipe the drool away with the back of my hand, only to hear the tell-tale rattle of the handcuffs again.
Smack!
My step-father’s hand came down on the bare cheek of my ass, the skirt still being flipped up over my back and my panties bunched up almost into a G-string. I yelped, and the world came into slightly better focus.
“I said, are you ready to be fucked like a woman?” Matt asked.
“I… I think so.”
“Then get that ass up,” he said, climbing off me and stepping on to the floor.
It took some effort, but I eventually managed to get my legs to work again and brought my knees up while watching Matt take his clothes off. Seeing his muscular torso was exciting enough, but when he took off his pants and I saw that thick and hard cock of his for the first time, I was mesmerised.
The moment I caught sight of it, my jaw dropped open. I had no idea how my mother had been able to take it inside her, let alone how I would accomplish the feat.
“Um… Daddy?”
“Shhh, Danielle, it’s not time for talking anymore, it’s time for fuckin’.”
Matt was utterly unconcerned about how much his girth might wreck me. There was only one thing that mattered to him now, and that was taking his own pleasure from my unused teen body.
The man who had married my mother, helped me with my homework, driven me to soccer practice and then, later, taught me how to drive myself, climbed back on the bed behind me to get the best view of the prize my raised ass was presenting to him. All that stood between that monster cock of his and my virgin pussy was a flimsy and sopping-wet scrap of material.
I twitched and gasped when I felt his fingers on me again, seeking the elastic waistband of those panties. Slowly, as if teasing himself with a long-awaited treat, he pulled them down and let out a breath of wonder when he saw my sex for the first time.
“Oh my fucking God, that is the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. Do you know that, Danielle? You’ve got the fucking holy grail between your legs.”
I bet that even the girls who hadn’t spent a lifetime invisible to all the boys had never had a compliment so intimate, if blunt, and I squirmed proudly under his gaze. Once more, I felt his fingers on my most private area, lightly tracing my labia, gathering up my juices until he was as slick as he ever was before pushing at my entrance.
Even when masturbating, I’d never slipped my fingers inside myself, and I didn’t have any toys, so the sensation took me by surprise. My pussy muscles automatically clenched, and I pulled away, but Matt stayed right with me, steadying my lower half with a hand on the small of my back as he pushed forward again and I grit my teeth.
“Holy shit, I can barely get my finger in. You’re so tight, just the way teen pussy should be. Good girl.”
Matt’s finger brushed against my hymen for a moment before his thumb found my clit and he massaged it with that one finger still inside me. His words scared me, but his touch drove rational thought out of my mind as surely as that big cock I could just see peeking over the curve of my ass when I looked over my shoulder.
My unexpected lover teased me like that until I was thrusting back and forth with shaky hips and I thought he was going to make me cum again while he watched my virgin slit grip his finger, but just when I was getting ready to scream the house down, he pulled out. I looked over my shoulder with the most perfect pout I could muster, to see him aiming his cock at my pussy with an expression on his face akin to somebody having a spiritual experience, and I felt the shock of fear when I realised he didn’t have a condom on.
“Wait! On the bedside table!”
“What?”
“A condom. I�
��m not on the pill.”
“So?”
“Um… we don’t want to get me pregnant, do we? So, you know, a condom?”
“A girl’s first time should be all-natural. So, we do this my way, then once you cum again, I’ll pull out and put the condom on to finish off. No harm, no foul, right?”
“Well… you promise to pull out?”
“Of course.”
“Well… I guess…”
Matt didn’t wait for me to finish, instead, I felt the tip of that formidable shaft touching against my pink petals, stroking incredibly gently for something so big, as it spread my juices along my folds and coated itself in the evidence of my orgasm at the same time. I couldn’t believe it, after all this time waiting, I had the hard dick of a real man poised at my pristine entrance.
I tried to memorise every sight, sound and sensation of my special moment, the moment I finally became a woman. Something about the presence of that hard cock drove me absolutely wild and I surprised myself when I began pushing backwards, trying to increase the pressure on my entrance.
It was a bold move that I couldn’t sustain when Matt began pushing forwards as well. My opening was stretched to what I thought was it’s absolute limit, and then was stretched even further as the full extent of my step-father’s girth tried to invade my depths.
“Ow! Daddy! Owowowowow! It hurts!” I winced.
“This is only the beginning, Danielle, you have no idea how hard I’m going to fuck you.”
“But…”
Smack!
Matt’s hand came down on my ass cheek again, right where he had spanked me the first time, and I yelped once more at the sudden sting before he pushed forward with even more strength. My eyes were squeezed shut and I thought I might split in half before, all at once, I gasped and my eyelids flew open when I felt the entire head inside me.
I felt my hymen give way in the face of this masculine assault, my virginity becoming nothing but a memory as Matt savoured the sensation of claiming me for a moment before pushing forward until he had his entire cock buried in the most forbidden object of lust he could possibly have found.
Every breath I took was exhaled in a breathy squeal of effort as I tried to get used to the feeling of having him inside of me, but Matt didn’t give me much time to adjust, pulling his cock back and slamming it balls-deep after I’d only managed a few pants. I squealed again, a sound that he seemed to enjoy, because he was soon fucking me as if I’d done this a thousand times instead of none, and every little noise I made seemed to drive him nearly crazy with lust, resulting in an even more furious pace being unleashed on my inexperienced pussy.
Matt grunted. “You sexy little fuck. You like Daddy’s cock?”
The cock he was talking about was absolutely setting my world on fire, shaking my whole body, making my handcuffs rattle against the headboard. It burned… but damned if there wasn’t some incredible undercurrent of pleasure too, some promise of pleasure that fingers and toys couldn’t follow through on, a pleasure that came from letting my pussy be taken unprotected by the biggest dick I could find. It was like walking the path to my destiny.
“Yes,” I panted out between body-shaking thrusts and the desperate scramble to catch my breath.
Smack!
“Say it again!”
“Yes!”
“Make me believe it, you sexy little fucktoy!”
“I love this fucking cock, Daddy! I love it!”
Matt jack-hammered into me with what felt like super-human power and the fire turned into an inferno, lifting me up into the sky on hot air until I felt weightless. There was no stopping it, my body was a slave to his powerful rod and I felt my second orgasm claim me even more than the first one had.
It felt like being brainwashed, or addicted to a drug, I knew in that haze of bliss that I’d do anything to feel like this again, I’d lie, cheat, beg, steal, anything to get him to fuck me again, anything for this to be more than a one-time deal. I was his.
My pussy squeezed and released on his hard-fucking length, quivering with my first cock-powered orgasm and trying to milk him for his seed, that gift that my body wanted but must never have. When my mind cleared and I found myself once more in that afterglow, I licked my lips and worked my jaw until I thought I’d be able to form a coherent sentence.
“OK. OK, you can pull out now.”
Matt didn’t even break his rhythm, if anything he fucked me harder still.
“Daddy? Time to pull out! Pull out!”
“Uh uh, princess. I’m going to cum inside you. Wait till your Mom hears about how I got you pregnant at the same time as her.”
“What!?”
In my shock, I straightened my legs, making me lie flat on the bed on my stomach and almost extracting Matt’s cock from my depths, but he followed me down, wrapping an arm around my neck to grip onto my shoulder and hold me still as he fucked me with reckless abandon.
“That’s right, I’ve got a big fucking load for you, and I never fail. The two of you are going to look so sexy with your big, round, pregnant bellies. You. Are both. Mine.”
Matt grunted and I felt the first hot splash of semen I’d ever taken inside me, blasting my fertile and unprotected depths over and over again. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to squirm to, I was his plaything to do with as he pleased, and he wanted me pregnant.
My future plans flashed before my eyes and then, with a record-scratch sound, the images were replaced with me, all pregnant with his child, furthering his bloodline. Part of me felt proud at the idea, the rest of me had been well-pacified by the most intense orgasms of my short life.
Maybe in time I’d feel like I’d been taken advantage of, but in that moment I felt like everything was right in the world. Matt stayed inside me for a long time afterwards, still hard, caressing my body with his hands, learning my teenage curves, until he spoke the words that I was dying to hear.
“I’m ready to fuck you again, Danielle. All night.”
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The Non-Withdrawal Method 5
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There was no being gentle with something that size...
When inexperienced brat Franceska's boyfriend cheats on her the night she was going to let him be her first she leaves the ballet recital in tears. Arriving home to find Clark, the man of the house there, she confides in him about what happened. He's been waiting to give Franceska her special night, but if it happens, it's going to happen the way he wants it.
Like any ballerina, Franceska is flexible, but she's never had to stretch like this before! Clark is almost too big, takes her hard, and refuses to use protection. In the heat of the moment she has one last request...
"Will you pull out?"
But Clark has other plans...
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Virgin, Ballerina, Schoolgirl
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I’d sacrificed everything for ballet, everything I’d done had lead up to this one night. I had this one chance with a very special person in the crowd who could give me
the kind of boost in my career that few other people could.
If I could pull off the performance of my life then I had a shot of being taken to Europe to train with the best of the best, all expenses paid. It was the kind of opportunity that any aspiring ballerina would kill to have.
That’s why I’d dedicated myself to making this show perfect, much to the disappointment of my boyfriend, Todd. Like any guy, I supposed, he was always pushing to take our relationship to the next level, though he never put it quite so eloquently, but I was throwing everything I could into preparing for the performance of my life and I wouldn’t let myself be distracted by sex.
It’s not like it was easy for me, I was a normal eighteen year old girl aside from my commitment to my art. I hated having to stop him when his hand slipped up under my shirt, I felt bad when he muttered about how there wasn’t much point in dating the hottest girl in school if she wouldn’t put out.
I felt that stirring between my legs, that little flutter that made me want to give him what he wanted. I did. Those naughty scenes played out in my mind as often as in any other girl’s mind, I had to get myself off regularly just to let out the pressure, otherwise I might have exploded.
Ballet came first, but the day after the big show was mine and Todd’s first anniversary so I decided that once I’d given everything I could to this performance, I’d make sure the evening afterwards was as special as it could possibly be. Todd and I would wake up in each other’s arms on the morning of our anniversary after having given each other the most precious gifts we could. I thought I was being so romantic.
Things started to come unravelled about an hour before the show was supposed to start. I got a call from my mom saying my brother had some big emergency at college and she had to drive up there straight away to help him out.
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