by Candy Quinn
I look at him as his hand moves to cup my face, and I know I’m bare before him, but I can’t help but feel a little excited. Strange, scared... yet his words...
They tease at my greatest desires.
Daddy’s kisses move closer inwards until, at last, they reach the corner of my lips. And I know daddy and I have exchanged what is dangerously close to a real, adult kiss.
“Only daddy could know you so well,” he husks, palming my breast and the stiff teat atop it, squeezing and kneading it so tenderly. “College is such a bore. And you’d only waste your time with horny college boys that are so beneath you, my sweet. But if you stay… oh, if you stay…” he says, taking a deep breath so his broad chest swells up as he moves to hover over my lips, head tilted to the side. “I’ll make you so happy. Get you anything you want.”
Then he closes the distance, pressing his lips to mine, no pretense of it being a fatherly kiss. It was passionate, romantic. Lustful.
Though really, all pretenses of this being right or decent went out the window the second he traced along my breast, exposing my body to him.
So I knew it was going to happen, and I part my lips a little, a sigh escaping before I pull away. I can’t believe I just did that. It’s so wrong, so dirty, but his sweet, beautiful, wonderful words... I’m transfixed by them, and by the way he’s touching me with such reverence.
One of his strong hands rise up to my shoulder, guide me back to the bed, rubbing at my flesh as the other reaches to his chest and begins to undo his shirt, slowly revealing his hard, muscular pecs beneath, and the peppering of dark hair upon them.
“You lost your mother, but you have me. You’ll always have daddy,” he assures me, shedding his shirt, to show off that magnificent, masculine form of his. More a man than any I’d ever seen in the flesh before, with rippling muscles, sculpted from hard work and exercise. “And you’ll never need to worry about school or work again, I promise.”
I’m watching, transfixed upon his body as my mouth parts with hunger and desire. I pull away, though, and my bikini bottoms fall to the side, exposing my shaven sex.
“We shouldn’t,” I say gently, and I don’t want him to agree, but I’m so scared. It isn’t at all what I thought my first time could be, and at the same time, it’s so much more.
He smiles at me in such a way, I think he’s going to pull away and end it all, push no further and comfort me in some other manner. With a cup of hot cocoa maybe.
“Don’t you see, sweetie? We should though. We should stay together. After all we’ve been through… you belong here with me,” he says, stroking his hand over my thigh, up to my hip, where his thumb wanders in towards my cunny, over the smoothly shaved area of my mons, as his other hand undoes his belt and I can see his trousers drop an inch, showing the lines from his hip pointing to his groin, where the neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair pokes out.
I’m feeling as though I’m in a waking dream, and my lashes flutter down.
Would it really be so bad?
He’d never leave me. Never dump me or discard me. He’d always be there, always has been there...
I bite down on my lower lip and am so much more aware of his gaze as it lingers over my stiffened nipples, the flat of my stomach, and down further. It’s a greedy stare, but one filled with love as well, not like the boys at school.
So needful, yet sincere. Daddy’s lust would never die, I felt it in my heart as well as my loins. Doubly so when he pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs, letting that big, thick manhood spring out bare.
I’d never seen it before, of course, never stumbled upon him with it out — not like this anyhow! — and seeing it so nude was breathtaking. He was bigger than any I’d ever seen in the movies, and ribbed with such bulging veins, throbbing before me from his desire as he took hold of my thighs with both hands and spread them.
“I’ll love you ‘til the end of time, sweetie,” he pledges, leaning in and placing another kiss upon my lips, probing his tongue betwixt them as he leaned in, and I felt the brush of his purple tip against my folds.
I gasp, and I pull away again, but my head is spinning with desire and my body is so angry that I’ve moved from his touch.
His fingers skirt down along my calves, tickling them there for a moment as he smiles at me as if this was all under his control. Part of his wondrous plan for me.
He licks his lips as his hands roam back up over my smoothly shaven thighs and their soft skin, before sneaking in towards my inner thighs and stopping, but I hate him for stopping. I need his touch again. I’m just so scared that this was so wrong, that I was ruining everything.
“My sweet little angel,” he coos at me as if the moment were only half lewd and lustful, and half sweet and wholesome. His long fingers tickling and stroking my skin as his gaze soaks me in with such pride and need. He steals another kiss from my lips boldly and gives a deep, throaty moan.
“I want you to forget college,” he says between smacks of our lips together. “Forget all that nonsense… and stay with me. I’ll take you to all the parties. All the soirees. And make you a queen of this house, this city.” And I could feel another brush of his manhood against my cunny as it bobbed with need.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and that sends a wave of embarrassment and frustration through me. He’s so close, I can feel his cock, and I want it so bad. For my mind to be quiet and just let go of all my apprehensions and worries and fears.
To just give in to pleasure, to what feels so right.
Daddy’s lips move across my skin, from my lips on down to my neck again, kissing and suckling softly as the throb of his manhood teases me so mercilessly without his even needing to try. He gives a low, rumbling groan of desire that vibrates my eardrum before his words resonate in my ear.
“Daddy loves you baby… and more than that, he needs to fuck you,” he says so crassly, unlike anything I’d ever heard from him except when berating someone over the phone. “I need to slide my cock in you like I need water and food,” he says, his voice edged with a bit of a growl.
Those words are my breaking point, I guess. Or maybe it was because just after saying them, he found that spot on my neck that just turned me into a puddle of need because I can’t find the will to protest anymore. To fight something I want so bad.
“Ohh, there,” I whimper, and I know that he knows he’s broken my will, shattered my defenses.
Daddy shows no hesitation then, suckling, licking and kissing upon that spot, working it better than Jeremy ever did or could! All while those big, strong hands of his stroked my skin, squeezed my flesh and paid such reverence to me. I could feel how sincere my daddy’s desire was, it was something that resonated through his every action, unlike with Jeremy or other boys.
“You’re mine,” he growls out in between suckling kisses on my neck, wrapping his arms around me to squeeze me tight against his hard, muscular chest.
I’m putty.
His arms are all around my warm, sun-kissed skin, and he feels so good around me that my mind is going hazy and all that remains is his touch, his kiss on my skin. It feels amazing.
So amazing.
I’m breathing in as my hand goes to the back of his head, my manicured nails running through his hair as I coax him on.
It’s almost as if I can see daddy’s whole body swelling before me like a great beast awoke from its slumber, his lust rose in him from its long suppression. His back ripples with muscle, and he kisses my lips, my neck, on down my shoulder to my breast, my petite breast. And he pays it reverences like it was the finest, loveliest of its kind rather than a pale shadow of Samantha’s big rack.
“You’re such a gorgeous babe,” he growls at me, licking around my pink areola, teasing my nipple before suckling upon it, plucking at its sensitive nub.
I whimper at his words, at the way his teeth graze that sensitive bud to such hardness. I lick my lips, desperate for more of his touch, of the way he makes me feel so alive. As his fin
gers play along my skin, paying respect to each little part of me. Over the small birthmark on my hip, and circling it before going back up.
I still feel a little dreamy from the sun and the wine, and it relaxes me into the comfortable bed, into the comfort that his body is giving me.
Those big, hard hands of his grip my hips and he pulls me down the bed a few inches, repositioning me as if I were but a feathery doll. Daddy’s so strong and commanding, as always, and he positions me as he will, taking a moment to look over my body, soak it all in as I see his thick dick pulse with desire, bobbing before me.
“I’m gonna fuck your little pussy bareback, baby,” he says to me with a mix of tender love and gravelly need, his hand tracing down to tease against my puffy little wet labia.
“Oh,” I moan, and I feel like I’m floating in heaven, his touch exciting such a personal and private part of me. Making me feel so alive and loved.
His words don’t scare me at all. From any other guy, it’d sound like a threat, like something that I’d be terrified of, but with daddy, it was something else altogether. A promise, something to link us together for the rest of our lives, and I want that more than anything in the world. I want to feel him, with nothing to separate our bodies, nothing to hinder our desires.
Daddy parts my legs as he kisses down from my breast, peppering my taut tummy with his affections as he makes his way towards my cunny. He pauses, inhales deeply of my scent, and a shudder passes through him of excitement.
“Your cunt smells beyond delicious, sweetie,” he husks, right before bending down and kissing my pussy, then licking at my folds to get at my sensitive clit.
A jolt goes through me, and I cry out, my back arching and my body feeling so good. Every part of me feels so alive, and I bring my hands to the bed, wrapping my fingers into the comforter and holding on as he kisses me so sweetly. My world stops, and all that remains is him and I.
Having a boyfriend that’d go down on you was so rare, they were all so full of themselves. And the few that did, were never any good. But daddy… oh god, daddy licked and swirled his tongue about my clit, worked my little pussy so masterfully, I was lost in bliss. He is an Adonis to look at, and a god of sex it seems. He has me quivering and moaning as he works my little snatch, unrelenting in how he tongued my sensitive mound.
My entire body feels flush and warm as the scent of sex starts permeating the air. I’ve never been so wet before, I know that much, and I’m practically losing my mind as I take in these little breaths and exhale moans of pleasure.
I cry out louder, and one of my hands releases the bed, instead going to his shoulder, and I want to push him away but it feels so good I can’t bring myself to do it. I guess he gets the idea that he’s pushing me to the brink, because he wraps his muscled arms around my thighs, tugging me in closer and not allowing me to run from him.
With daddy’s face buried in my pussy, he eats me out with such intense devotion to the act. His tongue moving, lashing at my clit as he stays locked in place, working my body so masterfully, never fumbling or missing, keeping me rising up that peak towards my climax, leaving me only his rippling, strong back to watch as he devours my slick womanhood.
I’m crying out and I barely realize it, my entire body just vibrating with the intense pleasure as it strikes me again and again. I scream, my vocal cords taut as my body begins to jerk and spasm as that rising tide consumes me, and I’m lost to the sea of bliss.
It’s such a blur, I’m not even aware of when it ended, and daddy rose his face up from between my thighs. But when I see him, he’s licking the last of my honey from around his lips, looking at me with a hunger of his own that now demanded to be sated.
“It’s only right my little girl gets to cum her brains out for her first time. And besides… your pussy tastes so damn good, baby. The best I’ve ever tasted,” he says, hooking one leg up, pushing it back as he gets over me, his rock-hard abs stretching as he rests his big cock over my pussy and mound, rubbing its underside there and giving me a perfect view of how obscenely big he was compared to my little flower.
I stare at it, all sense of decency and morality lost, swept out with the tide. Now there’s just me and him, his body and mine. And I’ve never wanted something so bad as I want him, right now. I can smell his arousal in the air, along with the sweet scent of my body, and my nostrils flare.
I want him, and I want to remember this. To remember what he looks like, before he takes my virginity. Before he fucks me, raw.
My eyes move up over his fit body, over his broad shoulders, his strong jaw, and finally I find his eyes and I smile.
Daddy smiles right back at me, his handsome, rugged face looking so good when he gazes at me with all that love and adoration in his eyes. I get so lost in it, I nearly miss the show below, as he takes his big dick in hand and presses the purple tip to my petals. But I look, and I see those glistening labia blossom around his crown, and then… he sinks on in and takes away my innocence, claiming it for himself.
“Ohhh fuck baby doll,” he groans out so crassly, becoming a whole other man now that his lusts are unleashed upon me.
I’m expecting it to hurt, but I guess because he got my so wet, my body so relaxed, it’s more of a pinch than real pain. It still causes me to inhale sharply, or maybe that’s just the sight of his huge tool spreading my body for him. Taking me, the afternoon sun illuminating our bodies in its golden glow.
“Oh daddy,” I moan, and I can’t help it, feeling him fill me up so completely, bottoming out at my utmost depths as he holds me there beneath him. The whole of his glorious, male physique on display as he slowly begins to tug back, and my glistening cunny lips cling to his thick cock before he thrusts back in again.
“Oh fuck baby, your lil’ cunt… there’s nothing that feels so good,” he growls at me, forcing his head down to press his lips to mine again as he starts to set my body to shaking with his pumping hips and cock.
He’s huge, and I have to spread my legs wider, one of them still captured behind his shoulder as he pushes into me a few inches at a time, and then impales me fully once more. I can feel him throbbing within me, so much desire written on his face, in the way his cock responds to my body.
He pulls back again, and repeats the motion, delving in only a few inches before spearing me deep, getting me used to what a man feels like.
His deep, gruff moans fill the air along with my own girlish gasps and squeals, the two of us making love for the first time. It was magical… wrong, but oh so magical. And he forces his eyes open to look at me, rocking his body still as he picks up his pace, then leans in and kisses me again on the lips.
Our tempo builds, and I feel him bulging in me thicker, stretching my little cunny around his big daddy dick, and I feel so amazing.
“I’ve never been with a woman as fine as you, baby girl,” he husks as the slap of our flesh together grows, the wetness of my cunny adding that moist slap to the air. His corded muscle is rippling, and he’s grunting between moans. “I haven’t been with a woman in so long… I’m gonna fill you up so much, baby. You want daddy to do that?”
“Yes!” I scream before I can stop myself. Before morals or taboos or anything can occur in my mind. I just need him, and when he starts picking up speed, fucking me harder and faster, I drop my fingers between us to find that little bud that he’d been licking.
It was still vibrating with need, and I touch myself, sparks going through my entire body.
But daddy was having none of that! And he took my hand by the wrist, wrenched it away and pressed his big thumb in its place, circling my clit better than I even could.
“Cum on daddy’s cock sweetie. Cum right on it and I’ll reward you with a big, creamy load,” he says, grunting as his muscles twitch, and the sound of his heavy balls slapping against my ass stop as he nears his climax. He’s getting so close, I can feel it, holding back to wait for me as he works my body into a frenzy.
I’m so close to the brink alrea
dy, and he’s daring me over. To just let go of all my inhibitions and worries, to trust that he knows what’s right for his little girl. My body arches as he touches me so expertly, his thumb gliding over my clit, making me sing out.
I’m not a virgin anymore, not his innocent little good girl. But I know he’s proud anyways, and as he rubs me in those circles, my face contorts, and he must be watching really carefully because he repeats the motion that nearly does me in. Again, then again, and all of a sudden, there are fireworks behind my eyes and I scream.
“Daddy! I’m cumming again!”
He releases such a relieved sigh, and the tension drains from his muscular body all at once.
“Me too baby,” he says, and he pounds into me, that big cock twitching and swelling, until he’s thrusting in deep with the tip of his cock spurting its thick, virile seed inside me. It’s so careless and crazy, but he’s doing it… to me, his little girl. Filling me up with all that cum as he grunts and groans wildly, like a beast out of control.
It’s so primal, so forbidden, but I don’t care. My mind is blank and holds room only for the intense pleasure that’s ripping through me, making my toes curl and my muscles tense and then release. I scream again as he thrusts into me too deep, holding me there as he makes me take his entire length, all of his cock as it throbs and pumps into me.
“Daddy!” I cry again, but I’m grinding against him like a wild minx, pinned beneath him. I have nowhere to go, but it feels so damn good.
“Sweetie!” he cries in return, as he bucks against me, spurting the last of his seed into the wave of honey that flowed from my cunny, coating his cock, his balls, the two of us a mess as we found our climaxes together. It seemed to last so long, until finally, daddy bends over me, huffing and puffing as the last few squirts of his rich seed fill me up.
Those big, handsome eyes of his open a crack, and he looks right at me. I worry for a second that now the regret will sink in, but he smiles at me, leans in and kisses me again, deeply, passionately. It lasts so long too until finally he breaks away.
