by Danielle Lux
Two weeks after after our first and only night together, Issy came running into my home office, wearing just a bra and panties.
“Look, Daddy!” she said, holding up a condom. “I made Aaron use protection. Are you proud of me?”
I took a look at the dribble of white goo inside the latex. It was a small load, at least compared to mine, but I was just glad that Issy was being safe.
“Well done, honey,” I told her.
“I’d better get back upstairs,” Issy said. “Me and Aaron are going to watch a film.”
“Is he staying the night?” I asked.
“No,” Issy said, “he’s got a shift in the morning so needs to go home.”
“Good,” I said, rubbing the inside of Issy’s bare thigh. “When he goes I want you to have a shower, as Daddy wants to fuck that little pussy tonight.”
Issy giggled and ran upstairs grinning. My cock stirred in my pants as I imagined the pounding I’d give her later. Issy had told me that Aaron had a distinctly average penis, so I was keen to remind her how good a big one felt. My wife had been home for the past two weeks, so Issy and I hadn’t had a chance to fuck again. But now Alice was away at her parents for the weekend, and I was determined to make the most of it.
One thing bothered me though: after experiencing Issy’s cunt raw, I didn’t know if I could bear to use a condom now, even after all the fuss I’d made about teaching her the importance of always wearing one. A bit hypocritical I know, but her pussy had been so tight and wet that it seemed a crime to experience it through latex.
I’ll just promise her I’ll pull out, I thought to myself. Issy would trust me. I was her step-father, not one of these little teenage punks with no self control. I’d easily be able to pull out in time, no matter how good her cunt felt.
But then I thought about how good it would feel to finish inside Issy. To blow my load deep in her cunt and fill her full of my warm man muck.
I decided to leave it to chance. I’d fuck her raw, and see if I could bear to pull out when the time came.
I sat back in my office chair and smiled to myself. Tonight was certainly going to be interesting.
THE END
The Virgin (Daddy, Please Pull Out 5)
“Daddy, why does nobody want me?”
My eighteen-year-old stepdaughter Jasmine was in tears. I reluctantly looked up from my computer. As much as I loved Jasmine, this was one of the downsides of working from home: Jasmine would come into my office whenever she needed someone to talk to, interrupting my work.
“Daddy’s working now, sweetie,” I told her. “Can we talk later?”
Jasmine burst into tears.
“Ok,” I said, “I’m sorry. Let’s talk now.”
Jasmine had always been a sensitive girl. When I first married her mother, Jasmine refused to talk to me as she was still pining over her real father, who’d left her mother for a younger woman. Whenever she saw me and her mother together she’d burst into tears and run out of the room.
Eventually she realized that I was a good guy, and that her birth dad was a selfish bastard. She’d started to call me “Daddy”, and, since I was at home more than her mom, she’d often come to me with her problems.
“Daddy,” Jasmine sniffled, “why can’t I find a boyfriend? All my friends get asked out, but never me. I tried asking out Daniel, but he said… he said…”
“What did he say, baby?”
“He said I was ugly!”
Jasmine burst into tears and I stood up and hugged her. I was boiling with rage. How dare that little prick speak to me stepdaughter like that!
True, Jasmine wasn’t the best looking girl. With her oversized glasses and frumpy clothes, she wasn’t one to turn heads. Like her mother she was black, but she dressed like a nerdy white girl, with no sense of style. My wife had beautiful long braids that ran down her back to her gorgeous round butt, but Jasmine has opted to get her hair chemically straightened, and rarely did anything with it.
To my knowledge, Jasmine had never had a boyfriend. She was painfully shy, and I didn’t think I’d even seen her talk to a boy.
“Am I ugly, Daddy?” she asked, sobbing into my chest.
“No baby,” I told her. And I wasn’t lying: my stepdaughter wasn’t ugly as such, she was just very plain.
However, as I hugged her I felt her chest rubbing against mine. Unlike her mother, Jasmine has always been flat chested, but now her breasts felt… well, big. Had she finally grown boobs at the age of eighteen? Her clothes were always so baggy that it was impossible to tell.
I told Jasmine everything she needed to hear: that she was beautiful, that those boys didn’t know what they were missing, that one day she’d find the man of her dreams, and so on and so on…
Slightly cheered up, she looked up at me and smiled, her brown eyes glistening with tears.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said.
“I love you too, baby,” I told her.
Jasmine went upstairs to shower. Her mom was away seeing family tonight, so it was just the two of us. I’d downloaded a new superhero film that Jasmine hadn’t seen, and we were planning on watching that. Unlike my wife, Jasmine and I were really into films about superheroes and science fiction, so whenever her mom was away, we always watched that kind of film.
I finished the email I was writing and went upstairs to check on Jasmine. When I got to the top of the stairs I was shocked to see her coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Oh!” Jasmine said, surprised. She jumped and suddenly her towel fell to the floor.
And my jaw fell to the floor as well.
For a brief moment Jasmine was standing in front of me completely naked, and her body was breathtaking. With her frumpy clothes I’d never noticed it, but she’d grown curves in all the right places, with a gorgeous fat butt like her mother’s and two big, firm brown breasts, with dark brown nipples. But unlike her mom, she was still so slim, with a flat little belly and slender arms and legs. Between her legs was a huge thatch of wiry black curls that looked like they’d never been trimmed.
Jasmine quickly grabbed her towel and ran back into the bathroom, too embarrassed to speak. I felt my cock squirm in my pants.
She’s your stepdaughter! said a little voice inside my head. But I couldn’t help it: I was having some very naughty thoughts about Jasmine.
Later in the evening, Jasmine and I watched the movie in silence. We’d barely said a word to each other since I’d seen her without her towel. Jasmine was so embarrassed she could barely look at me.
A romantic bit came on screen, where the hero had to say goodbye to his girlfriend before he went off to fight the villain. I was rolling my eyes and was ready to fast forward, but Jasmine burst into tears.
“What’s wrong baby?” I asked. I got up and went to sit next to her on the sofa, wrapping an arm around her.
“Why doesn’t anyone love me, Daddy?” she sobbed. “Why doesn’t anyone want me?”
“I love you,” I told her.
“I know Daddy, but I don’t mean like that. Why doesn’t anyone want to, you know… be with me. I’m eighteen and I’m still a virgin. I’ve never even kissed a guy!”
On hearing that Jasmine was still a virgin, I grew instantly hard. I was suddenly overcome with lust: the kind of lust that makes horny men say and do stupid things.
“Maybe I could kiss you?” I told her.
“Daddy?”
Jasmine looked confused.
“I’m not related to you by blood,” I told her, “I’m only your stepfather. So there’s nothing wrong with us kissing. It might be good practice, for when you meet the man of your dreams.”
I almost couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I thought Jasmine might back away in horror, but instead her face lit up.
“That’s a great idea, Daddy!”
I reached down and took off her glasses, and was surprised to see how beautiful her eyes were. I’d also never noticed how full her lips we
re before. My cock was rock hard now, straining against my pants.
“Ok, here we go,” I said, “just close your eyes.”
“I’m nervous, Daddy.”
I leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft, but she kept her mouth firmly shut.
“You have to open your mouth baby,” I told her, “so our tongues can touch.”
“Touching tongues? Isn’t that a bit gross?”
I couldn’t believe how sheltered Jasmine was. She was eighteen for god’s sake! I was glad my stepdaughter wasn’t out all night sleeping around and taking drugs, but Jasmine has taken it to the other extreme.
I rubbed a finger across her cheek.
“It’s not gross baby, I promise you. It feels nice.”
“Ok Daddy. If you say so.”
I leaned forward again and Jasmine reluctantly opened her lips. As we kissed her tongue stayed firmly in her mouth, so I slid my tongue into hers. Taking the hint, she brought her tongue forward too, to meet mine.
The kiss was deep and sensual. Despite her inexperience, Jasmine proved to be a good kisser, and I could tell she was really getting into it. She gripped my hand tightly.
Eventually, Jasmine pulled away. She was crying.
“That was beautiful, Daddy. My first kiss. Thank you.”
She hugged me, squeezing me tight, but before I could stop her, her belly accidentally rubbed against my hard cock.
“Daddy?”
Jasmine was confused. She looked down at the bulge in my pants. She put her glasses back on, to double check she was seeing what she thought she was seeing.
“It’s hard for you, baby,” I told her. I was going all in now: death or glory.
I took her tiny hand and brought it down to touch my bulge. Jasmine looked scared.
“I was your first kiss,” I told her, “and I want to be your first everything. I love you, Jasmine. You’re beautiful, and I want you.”
Jasmine was trembling now. I could tell she wanted me too, but she was terrified.
“What about Mom?” Jasmine asked. “She’s your wife.”
“Your mother never has to know,” I told her.
Jasmine nervously ran her fingers along the lump in my pants.
“Let me take it out for you, baby,” I told her.
I was wearing sweatpants, so I pulled them down a bit then reached in and pulled out my cock. Jasmine’s eyes went wide.
“You can touch it baby,” I told her. “It’s ok.”
Jasmine nervously reached her fingers round it. Her tiny brown hand looked comically small next to my fat white shaft.
“I… I never thought a penis would be so big,” Jasmine said. “Are they all this big, Daddy?”
“Sort of,” I told her. “Daddy’s a bit on the large size though.”
Jasmine lifted my shaft up with her tiny fingers, feeling the weight of it.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit inside me, Daddy,” she said. “I think I need to find a smaller one.”
“You’ll be fine, baby,” I told her. “Now lick it for Daddy.”
Jasmine looked shocked, but then did as I asked. She stuck out her tongue and, while one of her tiny hands held my shaft steady, she started lapping at my glans. They were small, nervous little licks—but they felt so good.
“Like this, Daddy?”
“Just like that, baby. That’s a good girl.”
Jasmine licked my glans, then moved onto my shaft. Eventually she got more confident, giving it long, wet licks that made my toes tingle.
“Do I lick the testicles too?”
“Yes, baby.”
Jasmine’s mom liked a smooth set of plums, so my balls were freshly shaved. Jasmine ran the rough surface of her tongue against the wrinkled skin of my scrotum, covering every ridge with her saliva.
Finally she licked back up the shaft again, and licked the glans. There was a large drop of precum on my tip, and she lapped it up.
“Look me in the eye,” I told her. “Look me in the eye as you lick it.”
Jasmine nervously brought her eyes up and looked at me through the giant frames of her geeky glasses. She was too nervous to make eye contact at the best of times, even with me and her mother, so I could tell it was a real struggle. Her eyes kept darting away, but she always brought them back—doing her best to make eye contact with me as she ran her tongue across the head of my cock.
“I want you to suck it now,” I said. “Take it in your mouth and see how far you can get it down your throat.”
“But Daddy, it’s too big, I’ll never take it all the way down—”
“Did I say you had to take it all the way down?” I snapped angrily. Jasmine’s constant nervousness was starting to annoy me.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Jasmine whimpered.
Immediately she opened her mouth and placed it on top of my glans. It was almost comical, watching her struggle to get her tiny lips around my girth.
She started to slide her mouth down my shaft. Impressively, she managed to get her lips around my bulbous red head, then she took in another inch, but then came up spluttering.
“It’s so wide…” she gasped, rubbing her cheeks. “It hurts my jaw.”
“You’ll get used to it, baby,” I told her. “Try it again.”
Jasmine went down on me a second time. This attempt she managed to take about three inches of me, before gagging uncontrollably. She tried to come up for air, but I put a strong hand on the back of her head, keeping her down there. I know that’s not a very gentlemanly thing to do, but I was getting fed up with Jasmine being so timid all the time.
“Just let your throat get used to it, Jasmine,” I said. She was making retching noises and big globules of saliva and bile were flowing down my shaft, but still I held her head there.
“Let’s see if you can take another inch, baby.”
Jasmine tried desperately to bring her head up, but my hand was too strong
“Mmm mmm mmm!!!!!” she yelled, her mouth stuffed full of my cock.
I gave the back of her head a firm push, forcing her to take another inch of me inside her mouth. She was gagging so much I was worried she was going to puke, so I took my hand away, and she quickly came up for air.
“Daddy…” she gasped, “it’s too much.” Her glasses were all steamed up.
“That’s ok, baby,” I told her, “you did really well. Now it’s Daddy’s turn to make you feel nice. Take off your clothes.”
“All of them?”
“All of them. And your glasses too.”
Jasmine took off her glasses first, placing them on the coffee table. Then she pulled her giant baggy sweatshirt over her head. For a moment she got stuck, with the shirt stuck around her head, but I reached forward and helped her pull it off.
Instinctively, Jasmine reached her arms up and covered her chest. She was blushing. I gently pulled her arms away and put them down by her sides. She wore a white cotton bra that contrasted beautifully with her dark brown skin. The bra had obviously been bought some time ago, as it was several sizes too small and her big breasts were almost bursting out of it.
“Now your pants,” I told her.
Jasmine was wearing an old pair of sweatpants, which were far too big for her. She pulled them down a bit, then they dropped to the floor. Like her bra, her panties were white. Her legs were long and slender.
“Now remove your bra,” I ordered.
Jasmine nervously unclasped the bra at the back, but as the cups fell off she put her hands up, covering her nipples.
“No!” I yelled. Jasmine looked terrified. “Daddy wants to see.”
Jasmine reluctantly took her hands away. Once again I was amazed at how beautiful and full her breasts were. They were big like her mother’s, but showed no sign of sagging. Her areolas were huge brown disks, much larger than most women’s, and her nipples were fat and hard. Her boobs were so big that you could have put a smartphone under one and it would have stayed in place.
“Now your pant
ies,” I told her.
Jasmine shyly wriggled her panties off, pulling them down her long legs and stepping out of them. She instinctively began to move her hand to cover her mound, but the look on my face gave her second thoughts, and she kept her hands by her sides. She kept shifting awkwardly and looking round the room. I guessed this was probably the first time she’d been naked in front of anyone since becoming an adult. Maybe it was the first time she’d been naked in front of a man her entire life.
Now I was able to have a proper look at it, I saw that my original assumption was correct—Jasmine has never shaved or trimmed her pubic hair. It was a wild thatch of thick, black afro curls. It was so thick that her vagina was completely covered.
I stepped forward and kissed Jasmine on the lips. At the same time I brought a hand down to her pubic bush. I pushed my fingers through the thick wiry curls and finally found was I was looking for—the soft wet folds of her vagina.
Jasmine gasped as my fingers parted her opening and found the wet, fleshy insides. I rubbed her clit and felt her whole body tense up.
“Oh Daddy…” she groaned in my ear.
I gently pushed Jasmine back so she was lying on her back on the sofa. I parted her legs, and could finally see the pink flesh between her thick mound of hair. I moved my head down and started to feast on her eighteen-year-old vagina.
I’m not normally that keen on going down on women—I’d only gone down on Jasmine’s mother about four times in all the years we’d been married—but I was about to take Jasmine’s virginity, so I needed to make sure she was properly warmed up.
Jasmine’s juices were delicious, and it turned me on seeing how much my tongue made her squirm and whimper.
“Ooooo!” She yelled, running her fingers through my hair, “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!”
She screamed as she came from my tongue, her juices coating my chin.
“I had an an orgasm, Daddy!” she said excitedly, panting as she got her breath back. “You gave me an orgasm!”
I lifted my mouth up from her cunt and gave her a smile.
“There’ll be plenty more where that came from, baby, don’t you worry.”
