“Baby girl, you were made to lick cock,” he murmured in delight, fingering my clit gently. I graciously took his cock in my mouth and began to bob my head. Boy, was he thick! Before long, his cock was twitching in my mouth. Even as I swirled my tongue around his thick, swollen cockhead, I knew he was close.
Suddenly, he grabbed my by the hair and pulled me off his cock. He squeezed his own cock and began to cum, shooting stream after stream of his hot, creamy surprise all over my face! I gasped in surprise and dismay—I wanted it in my mouth! Now I’d have to lick it all off my face and my titties! I pouted as Ron came, trying to do what I could to catch some of it in my mouth. When he was done, panting slightly, I began to use my fingers to scoop up the long, sticky strands of cum and suck them down.
“That’s a good girl,” my daddy cooed and I felt better. He took a bunch of pictures of me as I swirled my cum-covered nipples and sucked the creamy surprise off my fingers.
“Now I think it’s time for the birthday girl to get her coup de grace,” Ron said with a grin, tousling my hair.
“Oooh, what’s that?”
My daddy passed off the camera to Ron and came up to me. He pulled down my skirt, revealing my pretty pink pussy to both of them. I was all wet and sticky again and daddy got his nose right up in there, smelling my cunny and starting to lick me! Boy, did that feel good! I felt like my tummy was on fire, like my belly was exploding!
“Ooooh, daddy!” I groaned, pressing my cunny lips to his face, my body writhing in complete and utter delight. “Just like that, daddy! I love it!”
“That’s right, baby girl. You’re daddy’s eating your cunt,” Ron said, all but drooling, his cock still out. He took picture after picture and the camera kept rolling the whole time.
“My… my daddy’s eating my cunt,” I repeated, my tongue darting out to catch a stray drop of cum sticking to my lip. “And it feels good!”
My daddy’s tongue flicked my clit and worked its way from the top of my slit to the bottom and back. I moaned and my hips shook. I dug my fingers into my daddy’s hair and pressed his face deeper into my pussy. I wanted more, more of my daddy’s mouth, more of his tongue, more of him… more of him eating my cunt!
“Oh, daddy, this is a fun game!” I moaned. I was having trouble standing. Without thinking, I sat down and spread my legs wide, making sure Ron could catch my pretty pink little hole with the camera. My daddy’s attacked my exposed cunny, licking and slurping all over. He kissed up and down my inner thighs before dipping his tongue into my tight, wet, pink little lips, pressing past them and into my wet, sticky depths. Oh, god, it felt so good, especially when he slid a finger or two inside of me and worked them in and out while he licked my clitty!
“Daddy! Daddy! It’s… it’s happening again!” I moaned, feeling my belly begin to explode yet again. My body writhed and I moaned and squealed, shaking as my daddy kept up his delicious assault on my tight little hole. I couldn’t stand it—it was so good!
“That’s my good girl,” my daddy said with a wink as my body finally began to relax. He began to take off his pants, and I noticed his cock was hard yet again. Boy, my daddy sure had a big cock. And it always seemed to be hard. I know at home, he had to take little blue pills to make sure it got hard for mommy. She and my daddy would argue about his little blue pills, because he could make it hard when my mommy didn’t want it to be hard. I didn’t understand that. If I were married to daddy, I would want his cock to be hard all the time! I would always be ready to lick and suck it and get a creamy surprise out of it. I would do it every morning for breakfast and then once when he got home from work and then in the evening after dinner and maybe again in the middle of the night if I woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep. I just don’t understand my mommy sometimes—I guess that’s why I’m not supposed to tell her about the games I play with daddy and Ron.
Daddy pulled me onto my hands and knees and spread my butt cheeks wide. I felt myself blushing. He could see my whole pussy and my whole butt hole. I heard Ron behind me, taking pictures of my butt hole and my pussy hole, my juices dripping out of them. I blushed. I imagined everyone—all my friends, the entire world—seeing my tight little butthole and my wet, dripping pussy… Then, I felt something at the opening of my cunny.
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Sweetheart, you’re a big girl now, so it’s time to play a big girl game. Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes, daddy! Of course I am!” This was so exciting and I was so turned on!
“That’s my good girl,” my daddy said, his hands on my soft little butt cheeks, stroking them gently. He leaned forward and I realized what was happening—his cock was going inside my cunny! It was too late to do anything but moan as I felt it spread me open. I felt like he was tearing me apart, he was so big. I felt like my whole belly was being stretched open and I screamed, shutting my eyes tight as my daddy forced his whole, great big cock in my pussy.
“Daddy, no, I can’t do it, it’s too big,” I whined pathetically, feeling his huge cock stretch me out.
“Oh, yes, you can, baby girl. Don’t you want my creamy surprise down there?”
Oh, goodness, that did sound good!
“Yes, daddy. I want you to shoot your creamy surprise into my cunny.”
“Then you’re going to take daddy’s cock in your cunt.”
I looked up at Ron’s video camera. I smiled shyly, sweetly.
“I’m… I’m going to take my daddy’s cock in my cunt.”
With that, my daddy started to pound me hard. I screamed but it was starting to feel good, like I was having my insides rearranged in a singularly delicious way. I moaned and shook, pushing my hips back, trying to get more and more of his cock in my cunny.
“Oh, daddy, yes, I love your cock in my cunt!”
“That’s the spirit!” roared Ron with a laugh, snapping a picture of my daddy’s cock sliding in and out of my cunt.
“At least she’s wet enough that it goes in like a dream,” I heard my dad murmur to Ron. “You’ll probably want some lube for her ass, though.”
“Aw, c’mon, Bill. You’re not gonna make me use lube on her ass, are you? You know the customers want to see her squeal.”
“Ron, I’m not making you use a condom and I should. Don’t push your luck.”
“Fine…”
I had no idea what they were talking about and I didn’t really care because I was in love with the feeling of my daddy’s cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I squeezed my muscles as best I could (really, I felt like I was about ready to pass out anyway) to make it even tighter and even more pleasurable for daddy.
“Daddy, am I as much fun as mommy?”
“You’re even more fun than mommy, sweetheart. That’s why you can’t tell her anything about this, or any of the games we play. She’d just be jealous.”
“I know, daddy, I know. Don’t worry. I won’t tell mom.”
“That’s a good girl,” my daddy grunted as he pumped his great big cock harder and harder into me. He let out a loud groan and I felt his cock begin to twitch inside of me. This was it! He was going to give me his creamy surprise, right there in my cunny! His cock began to spurt stream after stream of the hot, sticky fluid deep into me. I felt it invade my tight hole, sticking to my pussy walls, filling me up. It was so warm, so sticky, I can’t even describe how good it felt to take it all in my cunny. My belly felt so warm, so full, like I had been missing a part of me and here it was, finally.
With a loud sigh, my daddy pulled out of me. His cock popped as it slid out and I giggled. I relaxed and collapsed on my belly, feeling my daddy’s cum dribbling out of my cunny. I reached back to scoop some up and began to lick it off my fingers. Ron really loved this and zoomed in close with the video camera to catch me licking my fingers clean. I gave him a winning smile when I was done and showed him my fingers.
“There! All gone!”
“Well, I’m going to go fix us some drinks,” my daddy said as he slid
his cock back into his pants. That was my daddy—always thinking about where he was going to get his next drink.
“Gin martini for me, extra dry. Really, just go in the other room and whisper ‘vermouth,’” Ron said. Ron had pulled out a little tube of something that looked like sunscreen.
“Sweetheart? What would you like to drink?”
“Just a Shirley Temple, daddy.”
“You got it. Anything for my baby girl on her birthday.”
My daddy disappeared back into the house and Ron advanced on me, gathering me up into his arms. He gave me a big kiss and showed me the little bottle. It said “Personal Lubricant” on it.
“Your daddy thinks we need this to play our next game, but I don’t think we do. I think it’s more fun without it. Only big girls can play it without this stuff. Do you think you’re a big girl?”
“Of course, I am! Let’s show daddy!” I said excitedly. Ron gave me the biggest grin I’ve ever seen and tossed the tube in the pool. He unzipped his pants again, pulling out his huge, thick cock.
“That’s the spirit, sweetie. Just remember… Don’t tell mom!”
Of course I wouldn’t! I didn’t want anyone to stop me from having fun with my dirty home movie.
Taboo and Teasing
"You'll always be my little girl, though," he said. I reached up to his belt and began to undo it.
Growing up is hard for eighteen year old Chastity! She’s excited to go to prom with her crush, but the man of the house insists on coming along… But maybe he’s the one Chastity really wants? Could this sweet girl be hot for her step?
Don’t miss this sexy and naughty tale of taboo first time step passion!
It was the night of senior homecoming and boy, was it going to be the perfect night. Absolutely perfect--there I was, in my hot little yellow dress that barely covered my cute little 18-year-old butt. I had spent the summer working out every day when I wasn't slinging scoops of ice cream at the shop around the corner. Pilates, yoga, running, six times a week. And it had paid off. I had never been a chubby girl but now, my body was lean and beautifully proportioned. In addition, I had spent enough time outside to have a gorgeous golden brown tan that covered every inch of my smooth skin.
And my summer of exercise and tanning had paid off in a big way. Aaron Taft, the star quarterback of the football team, asked me to the dance only three weeks into the school year! You've got to understand. I was never totally a nerd before but I definitely wasn't cool enough to be going to the homecoming dance with Aaron Taft. Now, almost out of the blue, I had a tall, beautifully muscled football player wrapped around my little finger.
Oh, and let me tell you: I knew how to get him interested and keep him interested. I made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that if he were a good boy, he could have me... all of me... after the dance that night. He'd been on his best behavior since. He ignored the cheerleaders, he ignored the girls on the dance team, and even Kelly, with her big round boobs and curly red hair. All of them wanted to jump Aaron's bones (and let's be honest: some of them had!) but he was a good boy.
As I looked over my dress in the mirror, I snapped a pic and texted it to Aaron. "Like my dress?" I typed underneath it. He replied almost instantly: "Definitely."
"You could be taking it off me tonight," I replied before tossing my phone on my bed. I wasn't even going to look at his reply. I knew, I just knew, that he would be hard for me... As hard as that hard, lean body that months and years of football practice had given him. We'd made out in his car last week and while he slid his hands up under my shirt, I did the same, running my fingers over the hard, grooves of his abs, feeling their exquisite combination of firm muscle and soft skin. It drove me wild, just thinking of how I'd be kissing those muscles later tonight...
"Chastity!" a voice called from the hall. Then came the knock on my door.
"Yes, daddy?" I answered sweetly. My father poked his head in. Well, my step-father, actually. My biological father died in Desert Storm right after I was born. My mom remarried and had more kids with her new husband, Will. They actually didn't tell me until I was fourteen that the man I thought was my dad, the man who had changed my diapers, kissed my boo-boos, picked me up at soccer practice, twirled me at daddy daughter dances... wasn't actually my daddy. Though, the more I think about it, the more I realize that it didn't really change anything in the end.
"So, just so you know..." he said, stepping into my room. He wore a nice dark blue suit with pale white pinstripes and a silver tie. He's a lawyer, so he wears suits all the time, but it was six o'clock on a Saturday evening, so I was a little surprised to see that he had changed into a suit... "Your school just called. One of the chaperones for the dance can't make it tonight, so they asked me to sub in."
I could feel every single, individual, discrete ounce of blood drain from my face. I sat down on my bed, feeling like a load of bricks suddenly dropped off a bridge into a whirling, rushing river below. This was terrible.
"Daddy, no! No! No! No! You can't!"
His face fell.
"What? Don't you want me to come? It'll be just like when you were little!"
"No! Daddy, I'm going to the dance with a boy! It'll be so weird if you're there!"
"I won't bother you two! And I'm sure he can let you have one dance with your old man," he said with a sweet smile. I admit, he's very handsome: he's a big man, a strong man. He was in the Marines when he was younger (I guess my mom has a thing for men in uniform?) and now, he's a high-powered lawyer downtown. I've seen him in court once or twice and he's honestly pretty terrifying, the way he dominates the opposing counsel, ruthlessly and systematically dismantling each of their points. Even judges are terrified of him and his physical presence only intensifies it. Even though he's over six feet tall and a mountain of flesh and muscle, his suits fit him like a glove and he always looks like a man who should be in charge--a man who should be in control.
"No, daddy, you can't. You just can't. Please, please don't."
"Chastity," he said with an exasperated sigh that made me shudder. It was the same sigh he always let out when I did something wrong as a child. He never really scolded me--or, I guess he had, but only a few times. Mostly, he just got disappointed and systematically walked me through everything I had done wrong and why it was bad, why it had hurt him and my mother or my friends, how I could not do it again... I could see where it came from, of course, considering his career. "You know I'm very involved with the school board. They trust me and they rely on me. If they ask me to chaperone and I agree, I can't just go back on my word. A person's word is very important. In my job, you're only worth as much as your reputation and going back on your word is a good way to diminish your reputation very quickly."
I groaned and felt tears rising to my eyes.
"This isn't going to damage your reputation! It's just a stupid dance. Nobody cares about it!"
"If it's a stupid dance that nobody cares about, why are you getting so upset?" his asked calmly, his face darkening slowly. "Are you planning on doing something with that Aaron boy that you shouldn't be?"
I felt like I was choking on my own tongue.
"N-n-no..."
"Good. Then there shouldn't be a problem. I'll drive myself over; don't worry. I won't insist on dropping you two off. I'll see you at the dance."
~
An hour later, after I had done some good crying and some even better complaining to my friends about the situation, I glided downstairs to wait for Aaron. He arrived twenty minutes late. I recognized his father's car outside from our last romantic rendezvous. It was a beat-up old red Chevy--the perfect car to lose my virginity in. Did I mention that I was a virgin? Because I was.
So, the issue would be: avoiding my dad all night and then leaving without him seeing so Aaron and I could get some delicious alone time. My belly became warm and fluttery at the thought of Aaron's big, strong hands all over my tight little body. There was no way I was going to let my father ruin this night for me.<
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I watched Aaron get out of the car, dressed a little shabbily and haphazardly in a seersucker suit that didn't totally fit him. It looked ridiculous but on the other hand, it seem to make sense, what with his mop of curly brown hair and his goofy, lopsided grin. He strode up to my door and I had a boutonnière ready to pin on him. At the doorbell's ring, I made to fling open the door and throw myself on him but I forced myself to calm down. I let a few moments pass before I finally opened the door.
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