by Adrian Amos
As I move my hand around my body, feeling my stomach up to my chest, running my hand under my breast and squeezing, each movement sends out that same pulse of tingling and deep rooted pool of heat.
It's almost like every wave pushes outward until it finds my pussy, striking me with a constant hum on clit and lips. Almost like I was holding a vibrator directly on my pussy.
It's like my pussy's calling me, wanting me to just place a single finger on it, just to come and give it the slightest touch.
I reach over and flip open my laptop and start up the porn I had bookmarked for this moment. With the window open, I play the video, watching as the man's hard cock pushes into a tight cunt on my computer screen.
It's so vanilla, so basic, but it doesn't matter, as the first visual and first moan out of the woman's lips sets my body on fire.
Holy shit! The urge to get fucked runs through me like a wild stampede of horses, trying their hardest to break free from my body. I've never felt so out of control of my body before in my life. My hands wander around me unconsciously, roaming like free agents with a powerful lust of their own.
And when they finally graze—merely graze!—my pussy, my lower back shoots up off the bed, propelled by the violent surge of pleasure through my muscles.
This time, I can't keep my words in my head. “Holy shit!” I call out.
I force my hands to stop, laying them on my lips but not moving. My body is shaking, trembling even! I pull my hand off my cunt, slowly, as if I were peeling a sticker off a book. Which is entirely applicable as an analogy, because all I can feel as my hand lifts off are strands of sticky juices leading down to my engorged genitals.
I place my hand back down gently, sending a violent shock wave through my body, nearly picking me off the bed again.
I'm so fucking sensitive down there! I feel a sense of fear as I contemplate what to do. Do I want to keep pushing this? I have no idea what's going to happen when I leave my skin and actually venture deeper into my sensitive cunt. God! Just spreading my lips seems like a daunting task.
But this pill raging throughout my blood stream feels like some kind of mind control. All I'm doing is thinking about whether I should keep going, while my hands are sliding along my body without my input.
Surely enough, even through my desire to curb my hand movement, my fingers start moving on their own. Quietly, as if they're trying not to alert me to their intentions, my fingers begin to spread my lips open.
“Fuck!” I moan, my lips opened beyond my control. The cold air of the A/C brushes across me and I shiver, cooking and cooling at the same time.
I slip a finger in between and the sharpness of arousal courses through me. It's intense, amping up the urge of a good fucking. I just want to drive my fingers into me and fuck myself as hard as I can.
I'm not going to be able to stop myself, am I?
I slip two fingers in and the sensation of being filled up is intoxicating. I'm so aroused and dialed in that I can't even feel the alcohol in my system anymore. All I feel is sharp, immense pleasure and the overwhelming desire and craving for a cock.
My cunt is so wet that my fingers press inside me easily. I insert my fingers in fast and hard, incapable of taking it slow. I just want to come so fucking hard that I can't keep myself from slamming my fingers deep inside of me!
I pound my own pussy, letting the sloshing of my soaked flower ring in my ears, like the waves of a furious ocean. I grab ahold of my tit with the other hand, pinching an unsuspecting nipple between my fingers.
It takes me only moments to drive my body into ecstasy, ravaging my muscles with spastic energy. My fingers pump vigorously, pulling out an explosive orgasm, ripping through my body as I scream out in absolute terror and pleasure. The fear that my body is going to fall apart wanes as I shutter and spasm, my pussy warming to the point where it's almost too hot to touch.
I crumple on the bed, exhausted at the tremendous expulsion of energy.
I want to cry from the euphoria, but I'm not given a moment's respite as my hands trail back down to my swollen cunt.
As my fingers pass over my lips, I jerk again, surprised at my undiminished arousal. How the fuck is that possible? How can my body be so ready and willing to go again after an orgasm like that? I feel drained and my body feels unresponsive, but like I said, my hands have a sudden mind of their own.
They fall back on my pussy and begin to stroke me again between my lips. I'm about to close my eyes and let my lustful hands consume me all over again, when I see a figure out of the corner of my eye.
I hold my breath, stuck in the most uncomfortable position possible.
It's my stepdad, his eyes wide and his mouth agape!
“D-daddy?” I ask, squinting my eyes, as if what I'm seeing is impossible.
“My God, Belle, what are you doing?” he asks.
I blush, heating up and looking down at myself. I notice the biggest wet spot on the bed I've ever seen. I'm releasing so much juice that it looks like I peed the bed!
“How long have you been standing there?!”
“Long enough. You... you came so hard.”
For the first time in the past few minutes, I notice the moans of the couple fucking on my computer. I reach over quickly and shut the laptop, stifling their moans after a few seconds.
I'm horribly embarrassed, and I have the mind to close the laptop, but for some reason, I can't force myself to cover my naked and soaked body. The urge that's been swimming through me comes back. That urge that was one of the first things I felt when the pill finally kicked in. I had forgotten it until this very moment.
It's the urge to get fucked by a hard cock!
My eyes immediately drop to my daddy's shorts, imagining the thick beef in his underwear, pulsing and throbbing at the site of his babygirl.
Daddy tries to look away, but he's in as much shock as I am. All he can do it stare at me and chastise. “Belle, you need to clean yourself up. This is no way for a young woman to behave!”
Always the Southern gentleman, daddy talks about the proper way for a girl to act instead of being completely mortified at the fact that he's just standing there, watching me, probably getting harder with each passing moment.
Oh my God, I can't stop thinking about his dick!
My body feeds off it, my hand reaching down again to slide a fingertip between my pussy lips. I moan, drinking in the reinvigorating and tantalizing caress of my fingers.
“Belle, stop it!” he shouts, “For God's sake, I'm right here. Stop what you're doing and put your clothes back on! Jesus, your mother could come in at any minute!”
“I'm sorry, daddy,” I whine sincerely, my fingers slipping deeper inside me, my pussy calling for them, “I can't stop touching myself. It just feels too good!”
Daddy turns through the door and looks through, closing it when he realizes my mother is nowhere to be found, and he locks the door. Why didn't I do that? I'm caught masturbating because I couldn't do the one necessary thing to prevent it.
Daddy comes over to my bed, mumbling, “You dumb girl. You need to stop all this nonsense.” I can see the redness in daddy's cheeks as he approaches, focusing so intently on my stroking fingers.
Daddy grabs my hand and pulls it off my pussy. I let out a groan, annoyed that my touching is halted. I sit up, facing daddy at the side of my bed.
But like an addiction that needs to be sated at all times, I reach out for daddy instead, placing my hand directly on his shorts.
I grab him, feeling his hardened cock through the cloth, a surge of desire racing through me.
I knew he was hard under there!
“Belle, what are you doing?” He's shocked, but not moving, immobilized by my hungry grip.
And hungry it makes me, as the urge to have him inside me takes over. “I need you, daddy. I need to get fucked. I need your dick.” I talk like I'm a crack addict, my thoughts racing to my mouth.
He resists, trying to remove my hands and ordering me t
o cease. But I'm like a wild and ravenous animal, slipping his grip and making quick work of his button and zipper, pulling his shorts down with a feverish yank. I grab the band of his boxers and pull them down, letting his cock spring up, fully engorged from watching his daughter come down from the biggest orgasm of her life.
I slap his hands away from mine one last time and dive in, grabbing his shaft and shoving it into my mouth. The taste is amazing, my pussy and mouth salivating at the same insatiable rate. I swallow him whole, moving my mouth along his rod fast and hard, sucking on it as if I hadn't eaten in days.
Daddy tries to fight, but my grip on him is too strong, seizing him by his most fragile appendage. He eventually gives way, moaning as I devour his long, hard cock.
“I'm sorry, daddy,” I mutter between mouthfuls, pulling and stroking him to keep his and my own arousal up, “but I need your dick. I need it more than anything in the world right now.”
“Jesus, babygirl,” he groans, “what's gotten into you?”
“A drug I took. It makes me super horny. I just need to get fucked, daddy.” I lick him from his balls to his head, “Please, just help me. I need this release.” I swallow him again, unwilling to keep him out of my mouth for more than a few seconds.
“Okay, baby, okay,” he grunts, “Daddy'll help you however he can.” His hands fall to my scalp, massaging me through my hair as I voraciously engulf his manhood like a greedy little slut.
I need his dick inside me. I need it so bad right now!
I shuffle daddy over to the bed and push him onto his back. I climb on top, straddling right over his pelvis. I grab his shaft, pulling it back and guiding it to my slick pussy.
“Wait, baby!” he says, “We need to get a condom.”
“No, daddy,” I respond, “There's no time. I need you inside me now.”
“But what if I co—“ he interrupts himself with a strained grunt, his massive girth penetrating me as I glide his cock into my pussy. “Oh, fuck.”
I grind my hips into him, slowly, letting his thickness slide along my walls, absorbing all my wetness. I shiver, the sharpness of every touch of my body, inside and out, pleasurable yet painful, shocking to my system and making me yelp.
But I can't stop. I lean forward onto daddy's shoulders, bracing myself as I pick my hips up slowly, feeling his cock escape my suctioning pussy in agonizing torture. It feels like the only thing that can fix that problem is to stick it back in, filling my tight cunt up.
I slide back down on him, feeling the intensity of the emptiness give way to the intensity of fullness. “Oh, fuck,” I squirm, “Oh God, it hurts daddy!”
The look of concern on his face is precious. “Are you okay, babygirl?”
I nod, gathering my strength to continue torturing my body. “Yes, it's just... so good.”
I lift my small hips up quickly and slam them back onto daddy's long shaft, the hardness for his stepdaughter penetrating me deep. I ride my daddy, shaking my hips up and down, spitting him out and eating him back up.
“Fuck, babygirl,” daddy groans, his head rolling back as his hands come up and grip the sides of my stomach. He steadies me on top of him, but I want so much more than that. My body begs me for all the stimulation I can get.
I grab his hands at my sides and shift them to my tits, manipulating his hands so that they mold my flesh in his large hands. Daddy's eyes go wide as I invite him to play with my body.
As he focuses on that, I lower myself onto his lips, taking his mouth in mine and parting his lips with my curious tongue. Daddy's heat rushes into my lungs and I moan as daddy's hands squeeze my tits.
Daddy pulls his head back slightly. “Babygirl, this is too much.”
“Daddy, shh,” I say, unwilling to think about anything but getting fucked hard and good. I lift my hips to shut him up and slam into daddy, clenching to grab onto his manhood and never let go. Daddy grunts, his pleasure too much to keep complaining.
I sit up, my hands on daddy's as we both work my tits, caressing and pinching, plying my flesh. I grind, rocking daddy's cock inside me, bouncing him inside me.
I dismount, turning from daddy and getting on my knees on the bed, laying my head down. With my ass in the air, I reach back and spread my lips for daddy to see. “Please, daddy,” I beg, completely frustrated with my undying libido, “Fuck me good, daddy, fuck me so good.”
“Jesus, babygirl,” he says, sitting up behind me, “that pussy looks so fucking pink and delicious.”
He sticks his face in, running his tongue across my stretched, tender flesh.
“Oh fuck, daddy!” I scream, “That feels amazing!” I tingle and writhe, daddy's tongue dancing lightly but creating a stabbing pain on my sensitive labia and clit.
When his tongue begins to focus on my clit, and his lips make an appearance to suck on it, I cry into the covers to muffle my voice. I can barely keep myself on my knees, struggling to fight the misery of my ultra sensitive cunt.
“Please, daddy, please!” I yell out, tears welling in my eyes. “Please, fuck me! I want your dick so badly. Stick it in! Stick it in, please!”
Daddy stands and looms over me, stroking his massive member, lubing it with my moisture. “You want it that bad, huh?”
I nod. “Yes!”
“What make you think you deserve daddy's dick?”
“I need it. I'll do whatever you want! Whatever you want, daddy.”
“i don't like these drugs you're taking.”
I nod vigorously, wanting to cut daddy off and get it over with. “Me neither. I promise I'll stop doing them.”
He looks over at the Jack on the nightstand. “And drinking?”
“Yes. Whatever you want.”
He knows he has me where he wants me. I can finally become the daughter he's always wanted, rather than the brat I've always been to him. If this were any other moment, I'd fight the hell out of submitting to him, but right now, all I need in my life is cock.
He smirks. “I don't know if I'm wet enough to fuck you.”
I rush to my knees and turn toward him, rapidly sticking his cock in my mouth. I need to get him as wet as possible as fast as possible. I suck and stroke, slobbering and salivating heavily, coating him entirely as I work like a rabid animal. It's like my gag reflex has shut off totally, as I jam him to the back of my throat, hastily plunging his cock in and out as I feast on him.
I look up at daddy as he smiles, enjoying my uncontrollable lust.
I pull him out of my mouth, licking his shaft and saying, “Now, daddy, now?”
He grabs me by my hair and spins me around, putting me back into my original position. I reach back to spread my lips, but daddy says, “Higher.”
“Higher?” I ask, confused.
“Spread that ass for me.”
“What for?”
He shifts my hands up higher, forcing me to spread my cheeks open and bare my tight backdoor. “The way you've always acted,” he says, “I've always wanted to fuck you in your ass and punish you.”
I swallow, frightened at the thought of daddy's huge cock in my butt. But the desire in me to be filled again is so strong that my words come out as if mechanically. “I don't care, daddy,” I say, pushing my head back into the mattress, “Just fuck me. I need your dick inside me.”
He smirks again. “With pleasure. This is exactly how I like you.”
Daddy stands behind me, bending at the knees as he positions his newly soaked cock at my back entrance. When he presses in, his fat head breaking my barrier, I flinch, but give a sigh of relief.
As his dick pushes farther inside my tight ass, there's a lot less pain than I would've thought but still a whole lot of pleasure. The pill makes anal sex amazing! Whereas my pussy is incredibly sensitive, amped up with pain and pleasure, my ass is so pleasurable that all the pain that would go along with it is washed out.
“Oh fuck, yes, daddy. Fuck my little ass.”
My words spur him on and he pushes in faster, making sure my ass takes
his whole cock. It slides in, saliva and a willing participant making it all the easier. His whole cock fills me up, and I immediately buck my hips, letting him out and pushing him back in.
Daddy laughs, “Someone's impatient.”
“Mmm” is all I can grunt. Whereas I started it, daddy takes over, gripping my hips and ass and forcing his cock into me. He speeds up, his rhythm getting consistent and heavier.
“This is so good, baby,” Daddy says, “So fucking tight.”
“Hard! Harder, harder” is how I respond.
Daddy grabs a wad of my hair, pulling me to my hands so that I come to doggy position. He rams his cock into me, using his strong hips to bounce our bodies together. The slap of my ass on his thighs is awesome, signaling that his cock has roughly, fully entered me.
“Fuck me, daddy. I'm such a slut.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“I'm your slut, daddy. I'm yours. Fuck my asshole.”
Daddy grits his teeth, the animal fury of his lust taking over. “I'm fucking the shit out of you, you little brat. This is what you get for fucking with drugs. You get ass-fucked by daddy.”
Daddy's punishment is enough to send my racking body over, spilling my orgasm throughout me. I shiver and shake, exploding just as hard as my first orgasm, as if every orgasm on this drug is always 100 percent. My ass squeezes on daddy's cock, tightening and stroking him to his own completion.
“Oh, I'm coming in that ass. Oh fuck!”
“Yeah, daddy,” I say through my own exhausting orgasm, “Do it. Come in your little girl.”
Daddy launches into me, holding his throbbing cock deep inside me as he unloads all his baby batter into me. Each thrum of his cock sends another wad of cum into my shaking body, filling my tight hole. As daddy's cock pulses, he pulls out and slams back into me a few times, shooting cum while using it as lube to fuck me one last time. I feel it slosh around as daddy's warmth exits him and enters me.
He pushes my face down on the bed, twitching as he finishes inside me, restraining me as his dick's hardness finally softens and his own sensitivity disappears.
Slowly he pulls out, groaning as my ass seals around him. I stretch it as he pulls out, feeling the warm jizz escape with each anal contraction.
