by Jones, EB
“Well, it doesn’t look like nothing. You get the hell out of my sight before I decide to slap cuffs on you and book you.”
“What if I don’t?”
He looked incredulous. “Are you talking back to me young lady?”
She smiled coyly. “Maybe.”
“I do not tolerate insubordination and disrespect.”
“Do you tolerate this?” She slipped her thumbs under the waistband of the sweatpants and lowered them ever so slightly down her hips. She moved them down until just the top of her thong was visible, a thin black line.
“You are asking for it, aren’t you? Am I going to have to punish you instead?”
Punishment. That sounds kind of delicious right now. She played with the waistband, letting it rise and fall no more than an inch as she slowly swayed her hips from side to side.
“Get over here right now young lady. You’re going to get a good spanking. When was the last time anyone spanked you?”
“Never.”
“Well you get that little ass of yours over here right now. I’m going to teach you a lesson about doing drugs in my house and acting like a little whore. You understand?” His anger clear. But so was his erection.
She walked toward him, her thumbs still hooked in her waistband. Her nipples clearly visible in their outline against her white tank top. She sat on the bed.
“How does a spanking work, daddy?”
“This is serious business now, Nicole. This is discipline.” He reached up to her waist and pulled hard on her sweatpants until they fell down to her feet, then removed them completely.
She looked up at him, saw the way his face looked deadly serious. “Daddy, I’m only wearing a thong now. Are you going to spank me on my bare ass?”
“Damn straight. Now on your hands and knees on the bed, Nicole. You need to learn your lesson.”
She did as he asked, still in a playful mood. Her drug-fogged mind still unable to comprehend that he might be feeling actual anger. Or frustration at not being able to actually fuck her because she was his step-daughter.
He brought his hand down on her ass cheek hard. There was a loud thwack as it met her flesh.
“Owww!” she yelled. “That fucking hurt!”
“I told you I wasn’t kidding.”
He slapped her again, the same force behind his hand. A sharp sound of hand on soft flesh. She could feel tears in her eyes from the stinging. But there was another sensation as well. A feeling deep inside her cunt. An ache in her clit that was beginning to throb with desire.
“Slap me again, daddy.”
“You want more now,” he said, surprised. “I thought two slaps might be enough to put some sense into you.”
He spanked her other ass cheek, making her wince in pain. But the residual tingle of her flesh as she recovered from the blow excited her pussy even more. Making her feel wetness between her legs, underneath the skimpy thong.
She wiggled her ass, then turned her head to look at him. His erection a huge bulge under his pants now. She said, “Daddy, since I’ve been such a bad girl, let me make it up to you. Right now. Let me carry your baby for you since mom won’t. Let me take your cum in my little pussy until I’m so full that it’s spilling out.”
“You’re…you’re a crazy little — ”
“ — I’m not a little girl anymore daddy. I’m in college now. And my pussy is so wet for you right now. For your big fat cock….”
“Fuck me.” He approached her from behind, unzipping his pants so that his erect cock thrust itself outward. Then, with a fat finger, he pushed her thong aside, revealing the slick skin of a bare-shaved pussy. He took his finger and explored her with it, running it down the length of her wet slit until he’d covered it with her juices. Then he ran it toward her clit, and when he was there he gently flicked it from side to side. Testing her.
“Fuck, daddy. Fuck that feels good.”
“I thought so. You are a little whore. Well, since your mom won’t do it, it’s up to you and me now.”
“Thank you daddy. Let me be your little girl after this, okay? Will you love me after this?”
“Depends on whether you can take my cum inside you. Consider this your first test.” He took a big hand and wrapped it around his cock, then guided it to her wet slit. Placing the head just at the entrance of her pussy. He pushed, lightly at first, teasing. Then pressed again, without entering her, just to be sure. “Well, it appears we have ourselves a virgin. How perfect. Maybe you’ll just be a whore for me, then.”
And that was when he plunged himself into her, ramming his shaft deep into her tight, slick, hot cunt. Making her cry out in pain and pleasure and surprise as his entire girth, and all ten inches of his length, filled her up.
“It hurts, daddy. It hurts.”
“You want me to stop?”
She paused a moment, then said, “No daddy. Don’t stop. Fuck me hard with that big fat cock of yours. Show me what it means to be a real woman.”
He reached under her as they fucked, first finding her belly, then sliding down to her mound with his fingers. He began to massage her there, then reached down toward her clit, circling it and diddling it.
“Oh oh oh that’s good, so gooood daddy.”
“You be a good little girl Nicole. Because daddy is about to — ”
— Her clit exploded in sensations of pleasure. Making her back arch, her arms stiffen. Her pussy muscles clenched themselves around his cock, clenched it so hard that he let out a loud moan as he pumped her virgin cunt with his hot, creamy cum.
“Oh daddy, fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!”
“So am I — oh goddam I’m coming inside my step-daughter, what the fuck have I done?!”
He clenched her hips, unable to let go of her ass, pumping forward until he’d left every last drop of cum inside her.
She flopped down onto her back. Pulled her thong off completely and spread her legs out, exposing the raw, pink flesh. There was a small bloodstain on the sheets under her. She watched her pussy, looking at it with fascination. He put his head between her legs to look as well.
It started with just a small dribble of white fluid, then oozed out in a slow, meandering river of cum and pussy juice. She felt him move in with his tongue to lick some from her pussy.
“Did I do it right, daddy? Will this make me pregnant?”
“It might. It looks right. But you can never be sure. We’ll have to do this again and again, until you’re sure about it.”
“How will I know?”
“Women have a way of knowing. Just don’t ask your mom to tell you.”
“She’s bound to find out, isn’t she?” She closed her legs now, letting the rest of his cum drip between her thighs and toward her asshole.
“If we go through with it, yeah. She’ll know eventually.”
“And then what?”
“Then we move out. I take you with me. And you promise never to smoke weed around me again.”
“But, it’s not like a little weed ever — ”
“ — You want this baby?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Then do what I tell you, from here on out.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
***
She skipped the party that night. Called John Norton and told him she wasn’t feeling well, which was a lie. And then she wondered whether to tell Felicia. Would she even believe her? Maybe if she gave her all the details. Told her what it felt like. What he was like. Maybe then she’d believe her.
Night came. Her mom got home, and Brad was still around. He’d decided to stay after their little interlude. Nicole couldn’t face her mother, didn’t dare look her in the eye. But avoidance was one of Nicole’s premier social skills. She just kept to herself, went up to her room early.
And when it got late, long after everyone had gone to bed (or so she thought), she heard a faint tap on her bedroom door. She waited, then watched as the door opened. A large silhouette walked in �
� Brad. This time moving quietly.
“Your mom passed out after dinner. Too much wine. We can do it again, now.”
“Okay daddy.”
He slid in the bed next to her, causing the mattress to curve under his bulk, and she rolled toward him. He slid off her nightshirt, and she pulled off her panties. Her pussy was still sore from earlier that day, but he’d brought up a small bottle of lube. She felt him rub it around her pussy. He entered her again, from the side. This time his movements more gentle. His large hands cupping her breasts, playing with her nipples. Squeezing and letting go.
“Daddy, oh daddy yes fuck me daddy.”
“Yes, Nicole. Daddy’s here to fuck you as much as you want.”
“Thank you daddy,” she whispered.
And they did it three more times that night. Each time only resting a few minutes. He drenched her insides with cum, leaving nothing to chance. Then wrapped a strong arm around her before kissing her neck. “You’re a good girl, Nicole. You’ll make a good momma.”
“Thank you daddy.”
“No, thank you.” He kissed her again, on the forehead, and she fell asleep.
Is That a Forever Secret, Daddy?
(Taboo Family Erotica)
EB Jones
Copyright EB Jones 2013
“Why do you love me daddy?” I twirl my hair in between my fingers. We're in the garage. Mommy is inside watching TV and drinking. She drinks a lot. It makes her feel better, so we let her do it by herself.
“You know, it's just because you're you, sweetie.” He's smiling at me, and I like looking at him while he works on the Mustang. He always works on the car after dinner; he says it helps him relax. I like hanging out with him, talking to him, passing him tools when he needs them. I'm a good daughter (Well, I suppose I'm only his step-daughter, but I've called him daddy for so long that that's how we treat each other.).
He says, “You know, it's your birthday this weekend. Any special requests for nineteen, birthday girl?”
I look down at my little pink skirt. He likes when I wear it for him, and mom doesn't seem to notice, on account of all the drinking. It's hard to think of something I want from him, at least that money can buy. We're not a rich family by any means, and I know that. It's why I worked two jobs over the summer, to save up money for books at school next year. “You know I don't need you and mommy going out and buying anything fancy for me. I got everything I need right here.” I believe it, too. Just spending time with daddy makes me feel good.
He looks at my skirt and nods, then puts down his adjustable crescent wrench and goes to the sink to wash his hands. I'm disappointed, I think why so soon? When he washes up it's when we have to go back inside and I don't like having to go back in. I like our daddy-daughter time just fine.
He says, “Darlene, you're a good girl...a very good girl. And you know what? I'm going to give you a little present. A secret present that you can't tell mommy about. How's that sound?” He's drying his hands on a towel, and now he smells like orange peels.
I shake my head now and smile while I look at the floor. “You're too sweet daddy, you know I didn't need no surprises for my birthday. What about the money we're all trying to save?”
He walks toward me, and I see his arm muscles, thick and hard and beaded with a little bit of his man sweat, and I get this tingling feeling in my belly that feels good. I ain't never shared it with no one, how he makes me feel, but when he's working on the car and we're together I can't help but look at the sight of him. He stops when he's just an arm's length away.
He studies me, looks at my long legs in my little skirt, looks at my tight tank top and the way my little tits push out, and I feel myself blushing hot from the attention. He's got hot eyes, you know what I mean? I don't stop him, though. It feels too good. And that tingling, deep in my belly, it's making me breathe faster. He's looked at me like this before, and I liked it. Yes I did.
“You know what's so wonderful about you, Darlene? You're not spoiled. I hate to say it, but what with all the drinking and drugging, your momma is spoiled, and not in a good way. In a way that breaks my heart. And it's a crying shame, because once upon a time she was beautiful and smooth like you. You believe that?”
He's right. Mommy does seem gone a lot of the time. When you try to look her in the eye she just looks right past you. I nod yes to daddy, and he gives me a tender smile and puts his rough hand on my arm. I feel a rush when his fingers touch me. When I was younger he didn't used to touch me more than to kiss me goodnight, or let me sit in his lap while he watched TV shows at night with mommy. But lately, ever since I turned 18, if I remember right, we've been getting closer. Like, when I was walking past him to go out the front door this morning, I felt his hand brush up against my ass and he gave me a little pinch but I didn't say nothin'; I got that hot, wet, achy feeling between my legs, and it lasted all the way out the door and for three blocks down the street afterward. It was so bad I almost had to stop somewhere private just to touch myself there, to satisfy the ache with my fingers.
I'm good with my fingers. I wonder if daddy knows that.
He says, “Darlene, have I ever told you how to play the Rubbing Game?”
I have to admit that I've never heard of it. I shake my head no.
“Well, the Rubbing Game is a perfect way to show you the surprise I want to give you tonight.”
I'm getting kind of excited now, because there's a surprise coming and a new game I ain't never heard of before. What's he gonna do? I know he loves me, but there's this little voice in my head that tells me he's up to something. Which is kind of scary because I'm still a virgin on account of there not being any decent boys in my whole stupid town.
And what is the Rubbing Game, anyhow?
He reads my mind. “Here's how it works, sweetie. We're going to sit right next to each other right on the hood of Sally,” (he named his Mustang Sally, just like the song), “and I'll show you what comes next.”
“You sure that's ok?” I say, looking at the car. It just seems like it might scratch that perfect white paint if we set our asses down on it.
“I wouldn't ask you to if I thought it was a bad idea,” he says, and he walks over to the car and sits down on the hood, then pats next to him with a metallic thud thud for me to sit down there. I walk over to him, and again I can't help looking at his body because daddy takes good care of himself. This time it's his legs I look at, because they're just so full of muscles you know he probably made a good track and field athlete back in the day.
He says, “The Rubbing Game is a game we can only play now that you're an adult. But it's another way for me to show you how much I love you. And for you to show your daddy how much you love him.”
I'm a little confused, I've never played a game like this before, but it's nothing like Monopoly, that much I'm sure of. He reaches over and puts his clean, warm hand on my knee. Just puts it there. I get that rush and tingle in my belly, but I try not to show it.
“You're blushing,” he says. It makes him smile to see me, and I guess it's ok, because I love daddy so much. I'm just not used to feeling his hand on my knee. Not for so long. He says, “I'm going to start rubbing your knee, and you tell me when it start to make you feel different.”
I already feel different, but I let him rub for a minute because it's making me really hot now. Not just in my face, but in my chest and between my legs. I wonder what happens after he rubs my knee, what's he got planned? His touch feels nice. “That feels real good daddy. I like that. You're making me tingle.”
He seems happy to hear that.
“Now it's your turn,” he says. “Rub my knee. And watch,” he looks straight down at his crotch, “watch right down there and see if you notice anything different.”
I put my hand on his knee and rub through his jeans, feeling the hard muscles underneath. After just a few seconds I see a hard shape growing against his jeans. It's thick and round, and I know what it's supposed to be. I just never seen one in r
eal life before. My heart is beating a lot harder in my chest now. But I trust daddy, so I know I can go along with what he says. I point to it. “You got yourself something growing there, daddy. I see it with my own eyes.”
“You want to touch it?”
I laugh nervously. Do I want to touch it? Of course I want to touch it. But I'm a first-timer with these kinds of things. “Isn't that only for mommy?”
“Your momma hasn't touched it in too damn long. It's not hers to decide that now. Just pet it through my jeans. It won't bite.”
I move my fingers up his thigh and run them across the hard bulge. It feels good, alive. There's also something that feels good about knowing I made him get hard. I've ain't never done that to a boy before, at least not on purpose. “Is mommy going to find out? I love you daddy, but I don't want us to get in trouble.”
He looks at me with his kind, dark eyes. “I've always known you were going to be a beauty. And that's why I made myself wait until now to show you how much I love you. Because I knew that if I acted too soon, we could get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out. But now, no one can stop us, even if they want to.”
“Even mommy?” I'm still worried, because I know that mommy would be jealous if she knew that daddy was letting me touch him like this.
“She's not ever going to know. Between her whiskey and that joint she's smoking, she's in her own little world. And you're my world, Darlene.”
I look back at the bulge in his jeans and this time I draw my fingernails across it softly. Stroking lightly. It makes daddy moan, and I know I'm doing a good thing for him. Something mommy probably doesn't think to do. If only she knew what he liked, maybe she could make him happy the way I do.
