by Ada Scott
“Wow! The whole state must be eating your creampies!” she exclaimed.
“Yes Ma’am, I’m the king,” I saluted her as I circled over to the driver’s side.
Mrs. Evans waved as we drove off and Amy was still shaking her head in disbelief until we reached the end of their driveway. Amy held my hand on her leg as we talked and I drove us to Stockville, a town about halfway between Brenton and her farm, for dinner.
After the meal, I never would have been able to tell anybody what I ate, because I couldn’t remember. All I could see was this beautiful woman sitting opposite me.
In her face, I saw my own hunger reflected back at me. It was the kind of hunger that food couldn’t touch. She looked like she wanted to do the exact same thing I wanted to do, leap over the table and fuck as hard as we could until enough police amassed to pull us apart.
We deserved the Nobel Peace Prize for resisting that urge until after the bill was paid.
“You should stay the night with me,” I said, pressing my body against hers as she leaned back against the side of the car.
“OK, Daddy, but I guess I need to show you something first.” She winked.
“Oh really, what’s that?”
Amy
The car ride and dinner were torture. All I wanted to do the whole way to Stockville was pull his hand up my skirt and make him touch me in the places only he and I ever had. Something told me, however, that it’d be all the sweeter if I could hold out for a little while.
The months since I’d seen him had been tough. The fantasies I’d been failing to suppress for a few years had all their restraints broken in my time with him. My imagination had been running wild on those quiet nights alone in my bed.
Memories of Kris’ body, the way he felt inside me, the way he dominated his little girl, all vied for attention in my consciousness. Unfortunately, no memory could compete with the real thing.
Kris was like a switch that turned me on and set me free. The world sure as hell didn’t feel right when I’d been humiliated at my old school, or when my boyfriend cheated on me, but I felt like myself for the first time when I met Kris. Then, when I came back from New Eastport and the farm was saved, a piece of me was missing.
It clicked back into place the moment I leapt into his arms. If “home” was more than merely a house or a location, then Kris was part of mine.
I was aching for the kind of release that only Kris could give me, and I knew exactly where we could go to act out a scenario that had built up in my mind ever since Anthony took me there. No doubt Anthony had been hoping to hit a home run with me that night, but I hadn’t been ready. With Kris… I was born ready, and I knew he was as eager to play as I was.
Kris parked the car and switched off the engine. The hill looked out over the lights of Stockville and was quite pretty. The place was abandoned right now, because it was a school night, but it was a popular place for high school couples to come on the weekends.
“Why’d you bring me here, Daddy? This is where my friends all go with their boyfriends.”
“You come here with your boyfriend?”
I looked away. “You know I don’t have one. Nobody wants to bring me here.”
Kris put one finger on my chin and turned my head to face him. “I brought you here.”
“B-but why?”
“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, Amy.”
“I… um… I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Daddy.”
“I see the way you’re looking at me out of the corner of your eye when you’re pretending to watch TV. I especially saw the way you were peeking through the crack in the bathroom door when I was having a shower.”
“That wasn’t me! I mean… it was an accident, I didn’t know anybody was in there… I’m sorry!”
“Bullshit. Lately I’ve been making you so wet you can’t think straight. Admit it.”
“Daddy! You can’t… you can’t say things like that! I’m your daughter!”
“And you’ll always be my little girl… but I know you want to be a woman,” said Kris.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned in, and I froze on the spot in mock fear. Kris played a very convincing daddy, and I was living my fantasy right now.
When he was close enough that I could feel the heat of him on my cheek, he paused. The scent of his cologne, with the undertones that were pure essence of Kris, wafted gently up my nose like some airborne aphrodisiac. I was just as wet as he’d said.
“I figure,” he continued, “if you think you’re ready to be a woman, I’m not gonna let some stupid fuckin’ kid get his hands on you. You live in my house, you’re my girl. I’ll make you a woman.”
“Like… kissing and stuff?” I asked.
“You’ve never been kissed?”
I shook my head. He was so close that even that slight movement almost made our lips touch. My heart was pounding, I couldn’t have been more excited if I had been transferred to an alternate dimension where all this was real.
“Let’s fix that.”
Kris closed the last inch of distance between us and our lips touched. He started off gently, but quickly increased the forcefulness of his kiss until my head was pressed against the headrest and my mouth was wide open in the deepest kiss possible.
Our mouths parted with a wet smacking sound and I panted for breath. “Wow… Daddy… that makes me feel… um… so strange… good.”
Still close, he leaned in and I felt his hot breath on my cheek, my neck, before he whispered in my ear. “That’s your body getting you ready for a big… hard… cock.”
“Really?”
Kris kissed down my neck, across my upper chest and to the other side of my neck with those stubble-framed kisses that haunted my dreams and fantasies now. He grabbed my hip and pulled me in his direction a little as his lips tantalized my skin.
He was so big and strong, I could feel his power in the way he touched me. At any moment he could have ripped my neck out like a vampire or turned nasty, but he never would because he was my daddy.
“That feels so good,” I breathed.
He moved his hand from my hip up the side of my body, lifting my shirt a little as it went. I arched my back when he cupped my breast, pushing myself against him, and smiled happily when he gave it a playful squeeze.
“Are you sure it’s OK for you to touch me like this, Daddy?”
“No. It’s not, but I’m going to do it anyway, because Daddy’s little princess is the sexiest girl in town.”
“We could get in trouble?”
“So much trouble if anybody found out how hard I’m going to fuck you.”
“We’d have to keep it a secret?”
“Our little secret.”
“Well… OK, Daddy.”
His lips returned to mine and I unbuckled my seatbelt before letting my hands explore his body. The bulge of his biceps flexed as he pulled me close and then I caressed his broad chest as we kissed.
A moment of clarity hit me and I was almost so happy I could cry. His love for me, his white-hot lust for me, radiated out and I basked in it before slipping back into my wildest dreams again.
Kris pulled back and braced himself on the steering wheel and the back of his own seat, pulling his legs up from the area where the pedals were so he was kind of crouching on the seat. This wasn’t a small car, but he was a really big guy and there wasn’t a lot of room for whatever maneuver he was attempting here.
He stepped over the center console with his right leg, heading towards the back seat, and his ass hit the horn on the steering wheel. The lone luxury car on top of make-out-hill honked at Stockville below in the still night, and I giggled.
“I thought this was supposed to be a secret, Daddy? Do you want people to watch us?”
“Maybe some other time,” he said, almost collapsing into the back seat before righting himself.
He reached through the gap between the seats to slide his arms under my thighs and behind my back, liftin
g me like I weighed little more than a feather. My transfer to the back seat was a lot more graceful than his, almost like I was a bride being carried over a threshold.
Kris set me down and lifted one of my legs to his other side so when he moved over top of me, he was between them, exactly where I wanted him to be. My body remembered him, and my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling the hard bulge of his cock against my wet panties.
“I’ve always known you were Daddy’s little fucktoy waiting to happen.” He reached down and cupped my sex through my panties, feeling how turned on he made me. “Look how fucking wet you are. You’re so hot for me, aren’t you?”
“Well… you do make me feel kinda funny…”
“I’m going to shove my big hard cock into that tight little pussy of yours, and even though you’re so wet…it’s gonna hurt. But… you’re gonna like it anyway, you’ll see, and when you do, I want you to say ‘Fuck me Hard, Daddy.’ You understand?”
“How much is it going to-”
Kris grabbed my throat and held my jaw between his finger and thumb. “You’ll see soon enough. Now, when you like it, when you fucking love it… what are you going to say?”
I licked my lips and whispered in fake embarrassment. “F-fuck…”
“Yeah?” he prompted.
“Fuck m-me… hard, Daddy.”
“Music to my ears, Princess.”
Kris wrapped his arms around my shoulders and waist, holding me tight while he kissed me so hard that I thought I would faint. It was the kind of kiss that would definitely get a mention in the diary, even with everything else that was happening.
His hips ground his hard bulge against my panties, no doubt soaking the front of his pants, and sliding the silky material over my sex. After spending so many nights dreaming of the memory of him, my body ached to take him in, to make us one again.
Before pushing me to the point of unconsciousness, Kris released our lip lock and pushed himself up to reach up my skirt and grab my panties. I uncrossed my ankles and he tugged my underwear down.
His grinding had pushed the slick material between my folds and my labia held the crotch of my panties for a split second before springing out. The pristine white panties slid down my thighs, past my knees and Kris ducked under them when they reached my calves, leaving them strung out between my ankles with him between my legs again.
I couldn’t help but imagine this place on a weekend, like the night Anthony brought me here, with the other cars around the hill parked and spread out as much as possible. How many times had the white panty-flag of surrender flown? Could they be seen through the windows from other cars?
Kris was bracing himself on one hand while reaching down between us. I heard the muffled sound of his zip and then shortly afterwards, saw him pull his cock out.
It had been all too long since I’d seen it, felt its intimidating presence, and marveled at how big it looked so close to my petite body. He pushed it down, so the shaft nuzzled against my sopping wet labia, and rubbed it back and forth.
My slippery juices coated the underside as my pussy lips caressed it. I felt the tip pushing at my entrance and held my breath, only for him to tease me by rubbing his shaft against me again.
The next time I felt the head of his cock pushing at me, the pressure only increased as it pushed my labia to each side. Once more, I was reacquainted with Kris’ size, with the unavoidable self-doubt about my ability to take him inside me.
Yet, my body remembered this too. If I fought through the fear, if I pushed back, there was pleasure beyond belief to be had.
“Mmmnnnuh…” I grunted wordlessly in pain and effort.
“You’re liking that big cock aren’t you, little girl?”
I knew there was only one thing he wanted to hear, and one thing I wanted to say. “Fuck me hard, Daddy.”
Kris smirked and pushed even harder. I felt a spike of pain, and then relief as my folds closed over the head of his cock and his shaft started sliding inside of me. Inch after inch filled me up until I was stretched to capacity along his entire length.
Now that he didn’t need to use his hand to guide his cock into me, Kris leaned forward and wrapped his arm around my shoulders again. His lips were on my neck, then near my ear. I could hear him making little sounds that were the very essence of satisfaction as he moved inside me.
“Fuck… my girl’s got the perfect pussy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” I purred.
Kris’ movements transitioned from incidental to full-fledged thrusts and his balls were soon slapping on my ass as he rocked the car from side to side. His hands were everywhere, as if exploring my body for the first time. He squeezed my ass, my breasts, caressed my skin, and held me tight, never relenting on those wonderfully powerful thrusts.
I moaned and yelped with every impact, feeling my breasts shake when he wasn’t holding them and enjoying the rocking motion of the car. My panties were flung off my ankles by my shaking legs and the windows quickly fogged up so much that they were dripping.
The kind of fire that only Kris had ever lit between my legs was burning so bright that the line between pleasure and pain couldn’t be seen because of the glare. I begged my daddy to fuck me hard, fuck me good, and he was up to the task.
With the magic spells that only he knew how to cast, pleasure won the battle and I felt myself building up to a glorious climax. My moans increased in volume with every breath I took and the pace of Kris’ fucking did too. He pounded into me with more energy than one man should be able to possess.
I came. I almost detonated. A warm powerful humming sensation spread from my clit and throughout my body, making my muscles quiver and shake. A ringing built up in my ears, my breath caught in my throat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, cutting myself off from the world in every way except touch.
My pleasure and the huge cock pounding into my depths dominated my entire universe and then I felt Kris cumming inside me. I’d come off the pill after my week in New Eastport, my fertile depths were completely unprotected from his creamy seed.
The way his cock kept on twitching and spurting, it reminded me of that first time he came in my mouth in the photo-booth in Dreamzone, there was so much of it. I felt it leaking out around his ever-thrusting girth, making a mess of my skirt and who knew what else.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. His arms were around my shoulders and waist and he held me too. For time untold, we stayed like that. The only sounds were our panting breaths and the receding ringing in my ears.
I wanted to fall asleep like that, stretched tightly around his still-hard cock, exhausted and satisfied, held, loved, lusted after… everything was as it should be. I kissed him on the cheek.
“I love you, Daddy,” I whispered.
Kris moved his head so he could whisper in my ear more easily. “I love everything about you, Amy. I love being with you, talking with you, fucking you, admiring you from afar and up close. I need you.”
“I need you too,” I squeezed him even tighter.
“I want to be with you. I can move out here, I can work from anywhere. Would you like that?”
“I’d love that, Kris.”
Amy
Walking on Sunshine started playing over my Bluetooth speaker and I skipped over to my phone to turn the song up. It was exactly how I was feeling. The music filled the greenhouse and I danced back to where I’d been working, picking aloe vera to send to the co-packer so they could make a test batch of moisturizer, the very first using my own plants.
The farm was saved, I had the opportunity to run my own business, and the missing piece of my life had arrived out of nowhere with a lifetime supply of creampies. I laughed to myself and bounced over to the wall to grab an old broom handle that was leaning against it.
My mom, who had been at my side for every humiliation life had thrown at me, didn’t bat an eyelid at how much older than me Kris was. She knew, having had it explained to her in more detail than I could bear, what
had gone on in my boyfriend’s room that day a few years ago. She knew what I’d said and what I wanted back then.
When I returned from my all-night date with Kris, she welcomed me with open arms and a tell-me-all-about-it eagerness that I couldn’t fully indulge. She said the heart wants what the heart wants and if I was happy than she was happy.
All she saw when Kris and I were next to each other was her Amy being adored in a way no guys my age had ever been smart enough to do. I had to hug her in relief when she said that. One day, soon, I’d figure out how to explain to her the full story behind how Kris and I met. A chance meeting with a seated creampie delivery technician was a good cover story though.
Kris was looking at property to buy in the area. He might even be able to pick up a neighboring farm and lease it out, like we were doing, while doing whatever work he needed to do from a home office or helicopter trips to the city as needed.
Using the broom handle as a pretend microphone stand, I belted out the chorus while striking a singing pose more than a little reminiscent of Elvis. Life was good.
The song suddenly cut out and I turned in the direction of the speaker, wondering what was going on. My heart sank and the broom handle clattered on the ground, dropped from numb hands.
Standing at the door, my phone in his hand, was Daniel. No longer hiding behind the disguise of an expensive suit, he now looked exactly like the kind of man he’d revealed himself to be that night at the Obvius.ly party.
With his unkempt facial hair, bloodshot eyes and dirty clothes, he was already frightening, but the way he was looking at me? Nightmare fuel.
Daniel put my phone back down on the bench and clapped sarcastically, with a sneer on his lips. “Bravo, you motherfuckin’ whore. That wasn’t the kind of performance I was expecting, but every cunt can get stars in her eyes once in a while, right?”
“What are you doing here?” I backed away a couple of steps.
Daniel matched my movements, keeping the distance between us the same. “You owe me. That cocksucker Kris owes me too. Did you think I’d just lie down and take it in the ass? Let him dilute my shares down before the sale so I got fucking nothing and just let it be? Oh fuck no.”
