Daddy's HUGE TABOO collection (20 books from Horny House Series)

by Adrian Amos

  “You know, you're going to have to apologize to Macy, right? It's not right how you acted, whatever your reasoning.”

  I sigh, “I know.” I'm dreading tomorrow and having to explain what happened to Macy. I mean, explain as much as possible without giving her all the details, anyway.

  But I smile, because even after we just had sex for the first time, he's still making sure I'm responsible for my actions. All he's thinking about is that I fix the friendship I nearly ruined. He's always on top of me, now in more ways than one.

  I wonder if all daddies are like that?

  - - -

  Daddy, Teach Me to Dance

  “I'm just nervous,” I sigh, fidgeting with my dark hair in the mirror as my stepdad looks on. I'm sitting at the little desk I use for applying make up in my bedroom.

  My stepdad's crooked grin surrounded by stubble meets me in the reflection, comforting me in its unbridled affection. “Nervous about what? It's just a party.”

  Not just any party! Well, I guess to your average college girl, it'd be just a party. But for an introverted recluse like me? I'm pretty sure I've never been to a party that wasn't birthday oriented, or even had double digit candles in the cake. This is my first real party with my first real friends. It makes me nervous because I'm kind of coming out of my shell for the first point in my life. I'm sure he sees that, but he's trying to play it cool.

  “I don't know what's going to happen. There's going to be drinking, sure, but what if some guy asks me to dance? I don't know anything about dancing!”

  “Dancing's not that big of a deal, really.” Daddy smiles, but I can tell some of the joviality is gone. It makes sense because even though being a social outcast has always been my deal, my stepdad sort of enabled it. I think he liked the fact that ever since my teens, I spent most of my time inside the house. He took every opportunity he could to hang out with me, get to know me, and be a guide when I needed one.

  I know he cherished that role: he's always so happy when he sees me. I always saw him as my protector from the outside world, and I think I expressed that to him a couple of times. So for him to see me finally take that step outside of the house? Go out in the world and actually interact with it in a meaningful way? I think it kind of breaks his heart to see me go.

  And it breaks mine a little, too.

  Am I being selfish by going to this thing?

  No, that's crazy. I can't think like that. It's a good thing I'm getting out and letting loose. I think I need it, especially going off to college and exploring the world for once. I mean, I've never even kissed a boy! I'm a sad case, and I only have myself to blame. I can't feel bad for wanting to break that cycle of seclusion.

  But even knowing that, I can't make my feelings rational. If I do end up going out and turning into another person, am I going to lose my relationship with my stepdad? Everything we've cultivated, everything we've made together? Am I going to forget about all that?

  I think I'd feel like complete shit if I did that to him. No, no! I can't let that happen. I gotta always remember him, no matter what happens.

  He's silent, watching me and thinking. Whatever he's thinking probably isn't good. He's seeing the girl that he's taken care of trying to act like a different person right in front of his eyes.

  I even get the feeling that he's looking me up and down. And I don't blame him! I'm wearing a short, dark tank top with tight jean shorts. It's so out of character for me. My midriff is showing and my shorts hug the curves of my ass. He surely notices, his glances darting to everything I'm showing off, his eyes examining and probably being critical as all hell! He sees me changing into someone else right in front of him.

  I've always been somewhat of a prude in my clothes, but I'm going to a party, for god's sakes! I can't dress like I normally do, like a button-up, book nerd. That's what the old me would've done.

  There we go. It came out. The old me. I am thinking like I'm a different person! Ugh, I hate myself. Is it so wrong to want to be better? I don't know, but it sure as hell feels that way as daddy looks on.

  I don't want him to feel like he's losing me. I've got to do something to show him he's still very important to me.

  “Daddy,” I ask, adorning my voice in sweet tones, showing him I still need him, “would you teach me how to dance? You know, before I go.”

  He clears his throat, his head nodding and voice straining, “Sure, sure, baby.”

  I smile and give out a girlish laugh. “Great.” I stand up and daddy looks me up and down again, diverting his eyes back to my face and clearing his throat again.

  I feel weird in his presence as we stand there. For some reason, maybe because of my clothes, I feel like a woman for once, approaching daddy as an equal. Not that we are, but there's a nice tightness between us that gives me goosebumps.

  “Okay, well,” he starts off, “when dancing, the man always takes the lead. So, basically, I'll move and your job will be to follow.”

  I nod, and daddy holds his hand out for mine. I grab ahold and he takes my hand in his and lifts it straight out to the side. His other arm comes low and around my waist, his hand falling perfectly between my shirt and shorts, landing wholly against my flesh. A quick, euphoric rush flows through me as daddy's hand grazes my skin. It feels really good to feel him touch me there.

  Realizing I'm stuck in my own head, and I'm just staring at daddy, I shake my head to clear my thoughts and place my hand over his large shoulder. The muscles in his shoulder tense and I can feel the sharp definition of his strength.

  “Now, follow my lead.”

  He starts by taking a step to the side, and I hesitate, almost popping out of his grip as I have a delayed reaction to his movement. But I stay connected to him, watching his feet and trying not to step on him. He laughs, watching with amusement as I awkwardly follow him around the room.

  “Daddy, it's not funny!” I huff. It is kind of funny, but daddy's charm always throws me for a loop, and I end up heightening the tone of my voice like a kid and defending myself against his antics.

  But it doesn't take long to get the hang of following him around the room, and after only a minute or two, I'm moving about like I know what I'm doing.

  But it's not quite enough. This dancing doesn't seem close enough when I think about it. “Daddy, this dancing's a little old fashion. I gotta be able to dance, you know, at a real party. No one's going to dance like this.”

  He laughs. “Agreed. I am a little old fashioned. Maybe not really that hip, so I kind of went with what seemed easiest.” He lets go of me, and I feel a sudden longing in my side to feel his touch again. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Maybe something slow?” I ask, not really sure of what I want.

  “Okay, I can do slow. Nothing special, but how most people do it.”

  I nod.

  He heads to the radio and turns it on. “It might actually help if we have some music to go to. That way, you can actually follow the rhythm.” He cycles through the stations until he finds a classic song, something I don't recognize, but it's a slow R&B song.

  “Come here.”

  I get closer, and daddy circles his hands around my waist again, but this time, both of his hands meet at the small of my back, his fingers barely locking together. As his hands slide along me, I feel that same euphoric rush from before. God, it feels amazing!

  “Now put your arms around my shoulders.”

  I do, and daddy starts rocking back and forth, side to side, gently. It's incredibly comforting, looking into each other's eyes and just slowly, wordlessly moving with each other. It's like we're communicating with just our bodies. I never thought dancing could be so magical, or that it could feel so good to be in the arms of a man.

  I swallow, the heat rising to my face. Why do I feel like this?

  I tuck my head down, leaning into daddy and hiding my embarrassment from him.

  “That's good,” he says, “just like that.”

  I can hear daddy's heart sta
rt rapidly beating in his chest. In my motion to hide, I find that being nuzzled into his chest as he pulls me tighter is even more comforting than before. I feel so secure that my body starts to heat up, and I press myself closer to him, not wanting to let go.

  Daddy's breathing slows down, his movements along with it, as we seem to rock to our own indefinably slow pace. It's like the world and time melt away as I merge into his wide pecs. The song ends and we continue to sway gently as the radio host preps the next song.

  Then a faster, raunchier song comes on. It's about turning a girl over and buttering her up, about sticking your dick in her as she begs for it, about all sorts of nasty things. It's the strangest transition from the soft moment I had with my daddy that I start to feel embarrassed again.

  As I lean back and look at him, I must've been blushing, because he asks, “What is it?”

  I shake my head. “Nothing, it's just... the song is weird, is all.”

  He smiles. “Hey, this is the stuff you really have to dance to anyway.” He grabs my hips and start swaying like before, but faster and more intense. “It just takes a little more energy.”

  I swing my hips as I get a feel for the rhythm, my anxiety dissipating as the song rocks a sexy, killer beat.

  Whereas the slow song made me feel comforted, this song makes me feel a little wild. I start snaking my body in daddy's grip, my body squirming like a belly dancer.

  “There you go.”

  Even though I was lying against daddy's chest, this song makes me feel even closer to him. We lock eyes and our bodies tighten together as we curve from side to side. We're close, only an inch away and not touching, but something about the tantalizing aspect of not touching him makes me burn hotter than actually touching him. It's like we're teasing each other with our bodies, like what might happen if we actually touch would result in an explosion.

  There's a tension and excitement between us, I can just feel it, like an unmitigated dimension to our relationship we've never acknowledged to each other.

  Instead of snaking side to side with him, something inside me makes me change our direction, and I start to snake toward him. I suck my stomach in and thrust my hips toward his pelvis, occasionally glancing him with my own pelvis, grazing him with my pussy.

  I didn't realize how sensitive I was down there until my contact with him.

  What am I doing?

  Daddy must be asking the same thing, but as our dance goes along, his face becomes more and more intense. He's serious all of a sudden, holding something back that's keeping him from being the lovable fool he was before. All I can see is severity in his features.

  But something in my body takes over and all I want is to feel him against me. I spin around and lean back into him. With my body pressed against him, we curve perfectly into each other, swaying into the nooks and crannies of our bodies. My ass presses against his pelvis, and I can feel the thick outline of his hard cock in his pants.

  I can't think straight. I'm driven by some primeval need to be touched. I grab daddy's hands and circle them around me, placing them on my stomach and guiding them down. I circle my hands up and behind me, wrapping them around daddy's neck. As I move into his body, his hands take over, gliding down over my thighs. They come back up, gracing my stomach with his warmth as they work up further, pushing my shirt up.

  And then his hands land on my tits and squeeze, the ferocity in his action making me squeal. I turn my head and lean it back against him. He turns his face toward me and places his lips on mine, his lips starting a whole new dance with my mouth. He molds my tits in his hands as his tongue penetrates me, finding and swirling my tongue.

  We look into each other's eyes, and I whisper, “I don't want to go to that party, daddy. I don't want to leave you.”

  “I don't want you to leave either, babygirl. You're going to stay with daddy.” His hand falls down to my shorts, over my mound, pushing against them and forcing the fabric into my canal.

  “Oh, daddy,” I moan, the first touch on my pussy like heaven.

  “I want you so bad, baby.” Daddy looks into my eyes, seemingly waiting for a response.

  “I want you, too,” I shyly mumble.

  As soon as I utter 'too', daddy's hands fall to the button of my shorts, unclasping it and unzipping it, letting my shorts fall down to my ankles. As I step out of them, he runs his hands down my thighs again, feeling the sensitive inner skin.

  I moan, and daddy kisses my neck. “You look amazing, baby. I can't believe I'm seeing you in these panties.”

  I'm almost happy now at the way I dressed. I bought panties that curve into my asscrack, which is something I've never worn before in my life. I've always had those big panties that cover everything. It seems to have sparked something in daddy, making his voice gravelly with lust.

  “Oh, these panties, daddy?” I say, pulling away from him and crawling onto the bed. I dip my chest down, letting my ass stick up so daddy can get a full view of my cheeks.

  “Oh, Jesus,” he groans. He follows behind me on the bed, his mouth falling onto my cheeks. I feel his teeth as he bites into my ass, grunting and shaking his face like he's tearing into me. He squeezes my cheeks as he admires me, squishing my soft body with his large hands.

  “You taste so good, babygirl.”

  “No, I don't, daddy,” I giggle. How can biting someone's butt taste good?

  “Oh, yes you do. I'm not done tasting you at all.” Daddy grabs the waistband of my new panties, pulling the tight fabric over my ass and down my legs. It feels good as the fabric escapes my crack but even better when I feel the sticky resistance from the juices of my pussy clinging to it. I must be super wet right now!

  Daddy pulls my thighs apart slightly, opening and exposing my cunt to him. His face closes in and his tongue immediately flashes between my lips.

  I moan, the sensation of daddy's mouth shocking to my system. I feel a spasm of pleasure when the man who's cared for me for so long touches my special spot. “Oh, daddy, that feels so good.”

  He licks my pussy, the tip of his tongue spreading my lips. When he crosses over my clit, I jump, the tingling sharp and intense. It makes me almost want to pee myself!

  His tongue enters me and daddy tastes me on the inside. He circles it around, pushing against all my walls, making sure his tongue comes in contact with every good little bit of me.

  Daddy spreads my lips with his fingers in a V-shape. “That pussy is so fucking slick and pink, babygirl.”

  I feel a shiver when I hear daddy talk about me in such a nasty way!

  He runs his two fingers up and down my slit, coating them in my arousal, before inserting them into my cunt.

  I moan loudly. I can't believe this is happening. Just 10 minutes ago, I was worried that I'd forget all about daddy, that I'd be a bad girl and accidentally move on without him. I never thought that I'd have daddy's fingers inside me, tickling my cunt as he gently kisses my ass.

  But he's not intent on just kisses: daddy spreads my cheeks, and I feel his tongue glance over my backdoor.

  My back jerks. “Oh, daddy! That's my butthole!” I shout, shocked at his tongue's invasion.

  “I know, baby. Just relax and let daddy taste you everywhere.”

  How could daddy enjoy that? And I thought him biting my butt was weird!

  His fingers continue to penetrate me, and as his tongue flicks over my hole, the sensation is tantalizing, different but just as pleasurable, maybe even more so, considering how taboo it all is! I open up my ass for him and his tongue finds its way into me. He pierces me with it, pushing in and out, fucking me with his fingers in my pussy, and his mouth in the wrong entrance!

  But no matter how wrong it is, he's my daddy, and I'll do whatever he tells me to. I never knew how much I was missing not being with him. Going to a party means nothing when I have someone like him in my life, ready to take care of me in every way that I need.

  “Baby,” he says, kissing me lightly on my puckered hole, “you taste so g
ood.”

  “Daddy, you're lying!”

  “I'm not lying, babygirl. Daddy loves the taste of his daughter's asshole.”

  I blush, daddy's words burning my skin with their dirty intent. “Why, daddy? I don't get it.”

  “Because you're so young and fresh. Nothing's tainted your beautiful little body. You're so young and gorgeous, daddy just needs to fuck your little ass.”

  “Fuck my ass?!” I gasp.

  He stands on the bed, positioning himself behind my upturned ass, stroking his large, thick cock. “Yeah, baby. Innocent little ladies like you need to be broken in. You can take it, don't worry.”

  Am I really innocent? I'm about to let daddy fuck me in my ass. Not just let him, but want him to. How innocent can I really be?

  He presses the bulb of his cock against my tight opening, poking it lightly as he lubes his cock with spit. “Relax and open up for daddy, baby.”

  Daddy pushes in, the head of his cock piercing my backdoor. Immediately, pain shoots through me as daddy's long dick enters my ass.

  “Oh, fuck, daddy, it hurts!”

  He groans and grabs onto my hips. “Just hang on tight. Daddy's gonna fuck his little girl dirty.”

  His dick glides all the way into me, his massive length filling my tiny ass up, spreading it so wide that I feel like I'm going to tear apart.

  Daddy grunts as his entire cock fits inside me. “Oh, goddamn, baby, it's so tight. You feel so fucking warm and amazing on my dick.” I can feel his cock inside me tense and pulse with the slightest movement, eliciting a moan from me. Oh my God! Does it actually feel good?!

  I find out quickly how good it is as daddy pulls his cock out and slides it in with one smooth motion. I grip the covers and groan into the pillow, a pain rocketing through me and an intense pleasure following right after.