Rough Daddy Dirty

by Dick Daughters

  The entry was smoother this time this time. His cock feel slick and smooth as it entered. His hips came down with full force. I felt his thighs slapping against mine as he began to fuck me real hardcore, without babying me or holding himself back. His balls slapped against my ass, I felt my little hole flexing in response to the unexpected stimulation. He slammed into me again and again.

  My body bounced against the mattress, my eyes watered, my vision became hazy. All I could think about was the incredible feeling building inside me, stronger than before. The harder he fucked me, the more my muscles squeezed back. He was thrusting harder and harder to push through my contractions, until both our bodies were lost in a violent swirl of pulsing flesh.

  He withdrew for a moment, and he put his hands under my ass and dove back in, deeper than ever before. His cock reached all the way down to the final muscles at the back of my vagina and he held himself inside, remaining still, all his muscles straining against mine to maintain his inner reach. He started rocking gently from side to side, I felt like I was about to boil over.

  He shook faster and faster, the fantastic feeling at the back of me built into a static charge ready for the single touch that would send the final shock wave through me. I felt a swelling inside, I looked up into his eyes and I knew there was only one thing holding us back now.

  “Do it John... I want to get pregnant with your baby. Cum inside me!”

  John grunted, in a fit of passion he raised himself up and lifted my whole lower body off of the ground. He jerked my body against his dick slamming himself to the hilt inside me, his cock bucked deep within me as his seed erupted into my twitching body. One look at his enraptured face was all it took to trigger my own torrent.

  My insides felt like they were spilling out of me as he spilled his into me. His massive body collapsed on top of me, pressing against my walls inside as he pulsed again and again.

  It was like he had punctured me- releasing all of my fears, all of my worries. My ego deflated inside as he filled me with his promise. We stared into each other’s eyes, still connected in the aftermath of our blissful release. I knew that he accepted me as completely as I had just accepted him.

  “Whatever happens, I'll take care of you,” he said.

  “I'm yours—completely.” I whispered.

  ***

  John moved into a hotel the next day. I didn’t talk to Alivia about it. I was afraid she might suspect, and I suppose she was afraid I might ask embarrassing questions. For the next week nothing much happened. John told me to wait until he had a chance to sort things out, and then we'd come up with a plan together.

  We talked every day, but it was torture to not be in his bed each night. I was anxious, but there wasn't anything much to do, so I went to the mall, I came home and I wondered what to do about Alivia’s mother. After two weeks had passed by Alivia said she needed to have a talk with me. It was about her mom, a conversation they had, she recounted the conversation she had with her mom in details to me.

  She said her mom started off by saying, “I guess we haven't discussed it, but of course you knew John and I were having problems long before he moved out,” Alivia nodded, “I want you to know I think he's a good man and a good father to you, so I hope you don't think I would be upset if you and Kimmy wanted to stay in contact with him.”

  As Alivia repeated the conversation and mentioned my name I felt panic gripped my heart, was it possible her mom knew- was her mom playing cat and mouse?

  Alivia interrupted my thought as she continued telling me the convo.

  “Uh thanks, I really appreciate that. I know you weren't getting along and I understand he had to leave. I'm sure it was best for everyone,” Alivia said she had replied reassuringly.

  “I have something else to tell you—it may be a shock but I hope you'll understand as well as you usually do,” Her eyes pleaded with Alivia. Alivia nodded, waiting.

  “This is so embarrassing to admit, there's a man I knew a long time ago, before you were born, who started calling me again a few months ago. Now don't get me wrong, I was not having an affair. Anyway, this man's name is Tyrone, he's been living in Avignion, in France for the last twenty years. I confided to him about what happened between John and I and he's convinced me I need to go away for a while, to give myself a fresh start. I'll be gone for a couple of months, maybe longer. There's a possibility I may stay. If so, I haven't decided whether to sell the house or rent it yet. John's such a kind soul though, he told me he'd help with it. You won't have to move right away, I'm not kicking you out but it is almost time you moved out anyway, so I just hope you'll be okay.”

  Alivia’s mother stared at her, eyes full of hope. Alivia stared at her for a few moments. Then she hugged her mom.

  “I'm so happy for you mom,” she said. Her mom laughed.

  “We'll see dear, we'll see,” her mom said. She started talking about all the things she would need to take with her, about how sweet Tyrone was, and how in love with her he'd been when they were young. She realized she was being selfish and changed the gears of the conversation.

  “Remember what I said about keeping contact with John. He really is such a sweetheart and I'm sure he'll be lonely until he finds someone, like I did. He told me if you have any trouble finding a place in time you're welcome to stay in his spare room. Isn't that nice of him?”

  She beamed. Her eyes became serious, sad even. “Promise you'll be kind to him, for me?” Alivia pretended to think about it.

  “Yeah, I promise.”

  “Really?” I asked, interrupting Alivia’s telling.

  “Really what?” she asked.

  “You’re mom’s been in contact with her ex for months and have been creating world war with John about cheating?” She was silent, thinking about the irony. “And you’re passing up the opportunity to go to Paris?”

  “Well, not really, she kind of didn’t offered me.”

  I grew silent. She grew silent as well. Then she popped up suddenly in high spirits.

  “But that’s ok. That’s what I wanted. I will be staying with my boyfriend.” She had a very pleased grin slapped across her face.

  “What about John?” I asked.

  “Well, ahm, about John.” She paused and turned to look at me. “That’s the thing, I don’t want John to be all by himself,” she did another pause “I was kind of thinking of asking you, if you could, you know, stay with …”

  “Yes! Yes! I would!”

  I pranced and hugged around her neck.

  Alivia stood still, she did not hugged me back. She was scared to ask and was not expecting this kind of reaction from me. She was completely stunned by my outburst and overflowing elation. As she stood there watching me bursting with joy, her face looked obviously puzzled as she tried to decipher why I would be this elated about keeping her step-father’s company. Then her eyes widened and her mouth became an ‘O’.

  “You! You …” her hand flew to covering her mouth without finishing her statement.

  I shook my head admittedly, embarrassed but happy. Alivia hugged me back.

  “You two will be so good together,” she hugged me into her tighter and rocked with me in her arms from side to side.

  I smiled, closed my eyes and rested my head on her shoulder.

  I would tell her about my growing pregnancy another day.

  The End

  Step-Daddy Friend’s Son: Explicit Rough Taboo Sex Story

  Fertile Brat Finishes 5

  ABBEY PERRY

  Table of Content

  Step-Daddy Friend’s Son: Explicit Rough Taboo Sex Story

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  ~

  Everyone has a little Taboo. What’s yours?

  ~

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same na
me or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure inventions of fiction.

  Chapter 1

  Family is where the heart is, or that’s at least what I used to think until I was introduced to a whole new kind of family. My name is Jenna and living in a blended family isn’t a breeze. It was awkward when my new family members moved into our house. Jordan my step brother was a few years younger than me, and John wanted me to call him Dad. I think if I was younger it would have been an easier transition, but already being grown, it was going to take a while to adjust. After graduating, I was ready to move out of the house.

  Don’t get me wrong, I liked John, and Jordan was sweet, but it felt more like mom’s family than mine. Liking people and bonding with them are two different things, and I just wasn’t feeling the attachment like mom was.

  I’m happy for her; she had lived a hard life. My father, her first husband got ill and died when I was young and she struggled to get by. When I was growing up she had to work two jobs to ensure we had a home. I always respected what she did and how we survived. She’s an incredible woman, and for all the wrongs she experienced, I’m happy her life went forward when she met John. However, mine had stopped.

  They dated for two years and then got married. I started to feel like a third wheel. They were ready to start their life, and I was still in the house.

  John was in his mid-forties and a simple, hardworking guy. He wasn’t suave by any notion, but he loved Mom and asked her to be his wife. He stood around five foot ten, wore his dark, short hair parted to one side, and had the basic uniform of jeans and a collared shirt. Mom found him dapper, I found him plain but he was nice enough.

  He’d already been divorced once, and had a son Jordan that moved in with us. He’s a good kid, probably the most humble child in his age group that you’ll ever meet. He spent half the time with us and spent the other half with his mother who lived about ten miles away from us, however though there was a lot of back and forth and it somehow became second nature to have a little brother.

  I liked Jordan but I was older, hence, we didn’t have a lot in common. I tried to be interested in his video games and stuff so we could at least get to know each other better but that didn’t work out well. I was glad my mom was part of a unit now though and that the financial strain and stress she once endured was now significantly decreasing. She was able to quit her second job which allowed her to focus more on one she liked. Jordan got used to calling my mother “Mom” faster than I’ve gotten used to the idea of calling John “Dad”.

  I wasn’t sure I’d ever get there, but I’ll try. I know it would mean a lot to both of them but it just doesn’t roll off of my tongue naturally. Let’s be honest, he’s not my dad. I’m fully grown. I had a father, and he’s gone now.

  Chapter 2

  Mom was helping me find an apartment, but it was slow going. Either the places were too expensive, or weren’t in nice neighborhoods.

  What a headache! It was looking like I’d be sticking around longer than I wanted. I knew the right place would come along eventually. I wanted a safe neighborhood and a friendly price. At first I aimed for a walkable neighborhood, something where I could easily go out and socialize and maybe get a bite to eat, but the closer I got to the city, the more expensive the prices got.

  John offered to chip in a couple of bucks, but I wanted to do this on my own. I had a job and was going to school part-time. I didn’t want to take on huge student loans, so I chose the slower path towards graduating college, paying it off as I went along. It was a sacrifice, but after watching mom struggle, I knew I didn’t want to be strapped down with debt. I’d rather take my time and pay it off, than have some massive loan at the end.

  Mom’s work took a lot of her time, but luckily for her she only had one job now. I missed her and felt like some days I had to raise myself. I understood she took two jobs to pay the bills, but I missed her so much. I spent a lot of time alone in the process. I wouldn’t call it resentment. I saw she was tired and worked hard. I just wished I had more time with her.

  Mom had a business trip coming up the following week, so John offered to take me around to a couple of private apartments that were home owners looking to make extra rental income. House apartments seemed more reasonable in the area, and offered me more choices in the suburb versus the higher rent city district. It was the next step in the apartment hunting process.

  Jordan was at his mom’s this week, and Mom was on her way out the door. “Don’t forget to eat healthy,” she cooed at John, “not too many sweets.”

  “I’ll be fine,” he kissed Mom on the nose as he helped her load her luggage into the car.

  It was going to be weird, just me and John in the house this week. This was the first time our schedules worked out this way. I figured with work and all, we’d only cross paths once in a while. Maybe dinner together, and then we’d be off watching our own favorite television shows. With baseball season going full swing, he’d be lost in a game. He was big on sports, so there was always some kind of ball game on the television.

  I was in the kitchen and John joined me.

  “Hey kiddo some friends of mine are coming over to watch the game, you cool with that?” he said and I nodded yes. When they came over the introductions were made. There was Tom his best friend, who I met at my mother’s wedding because he was the best man. Uriah and Ken who were also his friends whom I’d already met at the wedding too.

  Chapter 3

  We all stood talking in the hallway when suddenly we heard a thud on the ground, we all turned around in unison to see what had happened. A box had fallen from someone and he was outside scrambling to regroup the contents of the box.

  I went out to help and realized I recognized his face, he was much younger than the other men who came, but I couldn’t place a name to the face at that time. To my surprise he was actually here to watch the game too. I led him inside and sat watching him the entire time trying to remember where I met him before. That’s when it came to me, the first time I had met John two years ago he had visited with two boys, I can remember having an immense crush on him as we played a lot but after the first month of coming he’d stopped visiting. Tyler was his name and he was John’s best friend’s son but we used to call him Teddy.

  I was happy now to see him as I always imagined seeing him again. I went to the kitchen to get juice and that’s where we had our second encounter for the day. I was taking the juice out and as I closed the refrigerator I stumbled upon him. He touched me. It started with his hands. I was confused. They lingered longer than they should have on my shoulder as he stood talking to me in the kitchen. Something felt “different”, I couldn’t place it. He didn’t make a pass at me nor was he inappropriate, but his touch was more certain than a normal touch. After that we went back to the general area. John invited everyone to stay for dinner so I volunteered to cook and so did Tyler.

  Making dinner, we caught up. Typically I’m not a talkative person but we spent all the time chatting and laughing about things we did in each other’s absence. For once I didn’t feel alone in the house, it almost felt like I belonged here. I asked him to get some ingredients from the refrigerator then I heard nothing from him until he came behind me, placed the ingredients on my left hand side then swiftly rested his hand in the small of my back and moved it tenderly in circles, “Need any help otherwise?”

  “I’m good,” I stiffened at his touch. It didn’t freak me out; it just had a softer feel, caring and almost sensual. What the hell?

  I put it out of my mind when he left the kitchen to go check on the ball game. Just your imagination, he’s just being nice.

  “Want to go for a glass of wine when we’re finished here?” he asked, joining me back in the kitchen.

  “I probably shouldn’t,” I said.

  “I won’t tell,” he said ignoring me while smiling down at me with the most mischievous smile ever. I agreed and he c
ame closer and gave me a big bear hug. I have no idea what’s going on neither in his head nor in mine, but the closeness in the kitchen had me questioning things.

  Half way through dinner, the conversation found a comfortable place when we all gathered. Nothing too heavy, but relaxed and laughing, I felt better. I forgot about those earlier funny thoughts and I was relieved. No rough edges, good food, and laughter had me at ease.

  Finishing up, John offered to clean the dishes since we had made dinner. Thanking him, I headed to soak in the bath before Tyler came to pick me up for our wine date. I didn’t have plans until tomorrow, so my schedule was clear. A nice hot bubble bath sounded like the perfect way to relax. John cleaned up the kitchen and went to his room to watch the remainder of the football ball game marathon after giving me permission to go out with Tyler and attempting to give me the ‘bird and the bees talk’.

  The warm water felt soothing, and I stayed in it longer than I should have. My fingers were pruning up, but I was calm. Between my pending date and the bath, I was feeling good. Climbing out of the bath, I wrapped my naked body in a fluffy towel and headed to my bedroom down the hallway to find clothes. I changed into skin tight jeans my purple cropped sweater which I paired with my purple Crocs.

  It was a light knock, “Jenna?”

  “Yeah,” I sat up, “Come in.”

  “Hey princess Teddy is downstairs,” he said.

  “Thank you,” I said as I sprinted up off the bed a little too quickly.

  “I know we don’t talk a lot, but I thought maybe we could try and bond a little bit while your mom is away. It may be silly, but I think it would do our entire family good if we tried to get to know one another better,” he offered.