Daddy's Dirty Girl: Bred by My Daddy 4 (taboo breeding sex)

by Francis Ashe

  I thought I was going to keel over dead by the time he got around to doing something with his fingers besides massaging. Having him stretch my pussy out first with one, then with a second finger made me, again, try to grind up against him and drive them deeper.

  As he pushed his two fingers in and out of me, he pulled me to my knees, and slipped a finger between my lips. I sucked, hard, on it and made sure it was nice and wet. I had an idea what he might’ve been planning for that digit, and the anticipation of it circling inside my asshole made me suck and lick as though I was working on his cock.

  The two fingers he had in my pussy turned in ever widening rotations, always lingering on my favorite spots. Peter curled them, one after the other, slowly dragging them across my front wall. One of his fingers slipped out of my hole, then the second.

  He took his hand from where it caressed my face and slid his wet finger down my spine, leaving a cool trail.

  Then, he kissed me again, between the legs.

  I let my shoulders sag and relaxed my upper body on the sheets.

  Peter ran his tongue from my clit all the way down my pussy in a slow, fat lick, and then breathed on me. The warmth from his breath mixed with my eagerness for what I knew was about to happen was enough to set me off. For a half-second, I felt the little flutters in my snatch that always preceded my climax.

  I tensed my body, and the feeling passed.

  Another lick came. Slow, careful and pleasing. That time, he dipped his tongue just inside my pussy and gave my inside a little taste. Again, I felt him moan between my legs.

  Again, his breath caressed my sex for a moment.

  His fingers entered me, and then almost at the same time, I felt his tongue dance a circle around my asshole and then across. My pucker clenched up at the surprise and I suddenly felt anxious for a second.

  “Oh wow, Liz... my baby girl is sweet all over,” he said. “All over.” And then circled my hole again as he pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against my spot.

  My daddy always knows just what to say.

  Another tickling circle and then he touched my ring with the tip of his tongue, right in the center. His fingers went deeper in my pussy, and he started to spread them, then bring them back together, just like he always did when he was getting his little girl ready for his big daddy dick.

  A soft moan slipped out between my lips as his tongue tip peeked inside my ass, just barely pushing past my tight little ring. Peter drove his fingers deep enough so that he could trace circles around my clit with his thumb. Pushed my folds apart, he lightly brushed over top of my button, and then did made a path around before massaging it once more.

  Already, I was a breathless mess.

  And then he pressed with his tongue. The tingles between my legs turned, almost immediately, into pulses. Hard, clenching, wonderful pulses that I felt so deep inside I thought they came from my belly.

  Deeper he pushed his tongue, so deep that I felt his evening stubble against my cheeks.

  So good! So, so good, so good! The only thing that could possibly be better is...

  Reading my mind, he wrestled a third finger inside my pussy, stretching me at the same time as he ground his thumb hard against my pussy-nib. My skin prickled when he withdrew and circled me, then drove it back in again and again and again.

  “Harder!” I screamed, “oh my God harder! Please! I’m gonna come, oh my God I’m coming!”

  I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I also couldn’t pretend it wasn’t. My cunt squeezed those curling, spreading fingers, and this time – for the first time – my asshole clenched tight, pushing Peter’s tongue out.

  As my body shook with an orgasmic tremor, he went back to tracing circles around my asshole and driving his fingers in, spreading them out, and then pulling them back. I was so full, that when my first gush of sex juice came, it did in a dribble down my thighs rather than the normal squirt.

  He just kept pumping. Fingers working inside me, tongue rotating and pushing back inside my ring whenever he could manage, and before I knew it, I gripped the comforter in my fists, balling them up and relaxing in time with the convulsions that wracked my body. A deep, guttural moan came out of me, and as I lost all control, Peter flipped me over onto my back and stared right in my eyes.

  His dark, smoldering gaze made me want to keep mine open, but I just couldn’t. Waves of pleasure smacked heavy against my skin, washing in and out of me, all over me. He pistoned his fingers and milked out the last of my desperate, sheet-clenching orgasm before grabbing my thighs and yanking me bodily to the edge of the bed.

  When I looked again, Peter had that hungry, sex-crazed look on his face that always got me so worked up. I figured he was just going to drive his cock straight in and fuck me until I was shivering with another climax, but he took seriously what I asked him for earlier.

  He kissed down one of my legs from the knee to my thigh and then propped it up with my foot on the bed. Then he did the other just the same way – kisses trailing from my knee almost to my pussy. Once both feet were up, he slipped two fingers back inside my sex, and then pushed my legs further apart and traced a circle around my pucker with his finger, just like he had with his tongue.

  Instantly, I was reminded of the first time my daddy touched me – the first time any man really had touched me. I felt the same way, a little scared and very excited. I could tell by how careful and how deliberately he moved, that he was nervous.

  “Everything’s okay, I trust you,” I whispered in the dark, candle-lit room. “I know you won’t hurt me. I want this so bad you probably couldn’t even if you tried.” I grinned to let him know that I meant what I said.

  He smiled back and touched my entrance with the tip of his finger. Still tentative, and still concerned, but obviously excited, he pushed it inside and gently rotated it in my ring. I loved the feeling of my asshole stretching – I always did. I loved when he fingered me when I got a finger in my ass and a dick in my sloppy, tight little pussy.

  With a shimmy of my hips, I pushed him a little further, up to the first knuckle. I felt warm, and very, very good.

  “Do it deeper, I’m ready for you.”

  He pushed a little further, to the second knuckle, turning it inside me ever so softly. There were tingles of pain, but those very quickly turned to pleasure.

  “Put another one in, please?”

  A wet drizzle of something slick dripped down between my legs, and then he slipped the tip of his second finger just inside. So slow, so careful.

  Already I felt so full of him that I started to grow vaguely afraid that he could not possibly fit that log of a cock inside my ass. As he pushed the second finger deeper and I felt the aching stretch turn again to pleasure, my fear started to wash away. Right when I was about to speak, he started to turn them, just barely spread them apart.

  I balled my fists, clenching the blanket in my wet palms. It wasn’t pain I felt – not exactly anyway – but it was so intense, so deep and so filling that I just had to grab something and hold on. When, once again, the prickling hot pain turned into raw pleasure, I had a thought.

  “Daddy, your little girl wants you to stick your cock in me while you do that. Please? Both holes at once? And then, you can...”

  I trailed off as I watched a grin creep across his face.

  “You are feeling dirty tonight, aren’t you? I’ll do whatever I can, baby girl.”

  And with that, one finger slipped out of my ring at the same time as a thick, round dickhead shoved inside my pussy. Then, his second finger resumed the work it was doing in my other hole.

  A wave of heat rolled up my body and turned my nipples into stiff, aching pebbles. I was so wet, so sopping wet that sex juice welled up underneath his cock and slicked up the fingers that were pushing inside me ever deeper, and spreading to get me ready. His second finger was all the way in beside the first. I wanted more.

  “Do another one; stretch your little girl’s ass out nice and wide. I
want that cock in me so bad I can feel it already.” I made sure to pinch my lip between my teeth and give him my little girl eyes. That was the same look I used to get a third bicycle in one year when I broke the other two. It worked like a charm.

  He dripped more of the slick liquid in the foil tube on top of his prick where it slid around and down underneath. As soon as the drizzle got to his fingers, a third joined. He made them into a sort of wedge shape – a little triangle of fingers – and pushed them all in at once. At first the three tips were smaller than what he had in me before, but soon I began to stretch again. And when I stretched, I clenched the blanket and writhed around, completely full of my daddy.

  More of the slick stuff slid down my body and he pushed the finger triangle deeper, stretching my ass more than ever before.

  It felt so good – and hurt so bad – but more than anything, I was just happy to have another first with Peter. And the fact that it was his, too, made it even better.

  He pumped his cock three quarters of the way inside my pussy and turned his fingers a little. Heat once again washed up my belly and prickled my tits, but this time a flush of red followed.

  Then I felt his balls, heavy and hot, on one side of the fingers in my ass as he pushed his dick all the way inside my cunt. I almost screamed, but managed to keep it inside.

  “Are you ready baby girl? Are you sure you want my cock? I don’t want to hurt you. We can wait if you want.”

  “No, no,” I almost begged, “I don’t want to wait. I want to be your first for something, like you are for so many of my things. Please daddy, please.”

  Oh so gently he pulled out first his rod and then his fingers.

  “You’ve already been my first for something, baby girl.” He whispered when he bent and kissed my neck. I felt the tip of his prick against my ring. Peter straightened up and squeezed out a small ocean of slick liquid, and stroked it into his skin and inside my pucker. He bent down again and kissed me again. That time, he pushed inside, just barely.

  “You’re the first woman I loved quite like this.” Another kiss and he straightened up, bracing his cock against my vice with three fingers, working it slowly and carefully into my hole.

  That part was easy. As big around as the tip of his prick was, the three fingers were bigger. I shuddered a little when his ridge slipped in, but then my asshole seemed to suck on him, to draw him deeper.

  Slowly, he pulled back and waited a moment before going deeper. He let me get used to his size, adjust to his girth. Then, when he moved again, all those wonderful tingles returned and burned brighter.

  He backed out once again until I felt his ridge against my ring and then he worked back inside. The further he went, the stronger the tingles – and then the pulses – became. I gripped tight my blanket and opened my eyes to see him staring down at me, a lusty grin on his face and sweat glistening under the short hair on his chest. I wanted to feel those balls slap against me, feel myself split open, impaled on his cock.

  Drawing my knees up and onto his shoulders, I stretched a hand down, trying to grab hold of anything, any part of him, that I could use to drag him deeper, but he was just out of reach. Peter put both hands on my belly, pulled back again and slowly pushed deep.

  Almost three quarters buried inside my ass, Peter’s dick was starting to stretch me again, starting to get wider than his bunched-up fingers. I knew that if he went as hard as I wanted him to, the pain was likely to be unbearable. That didn’t stop me.

  “Daddy,” I whispered, “please fuck me. Please drill that thing all the way in. I need you so, so bad.”

  He pushed just a little deeper. I knew I was going to scream. If I screamed, I’d wake up little Davis. I almost didn’t care.

  I managed to work my body down the bed a little, closer to him. I stretched out my fingers again and this time, was close enough to reach between my legs and grab the base of his cock. I pulled him, urging him deeper.

  A tiny bit further and I knew I couldn’t take anymore without screaming or squealing or writhing around or all three. I twisted my neck and grabbed the blanket between my teeth to muffle my voice. Once I had it stuffed in my mouth, I screamed “Fuck my ass! Please! Fuck your little girl’s ass as hard as you can!” With an iron grip around his cock, I tugged my fingers touched my body.

  Almost all the way in. So close, so close...

  White, agonizing, delicious, terrible, ecstatic painful pleasure shot all the way up to my scalp and down to my toes. He pulled back until his prick was halfway out. He shoved forward again. Every push, every move he made, sent burning lust up my body in a fiery path between my tits and up my neck.

  Again he pulled back and stroked forward, harder, and deeper. Each pump brought his body nearer and nearer to mine. I reached down and grabbed at Peter’s dick again, trying to get him to shove in all the way, to push so far that his balls rested against me.

  “Baby girl, you’re so tight, I can’t... I can’t believe how good you feel.”

  That made me smile. “You deserve whatever I can do for you.”

  Grabbing my waist in his hands, Peter squeezed me tight and pushed his cock deep again, so close to all the way. I let out another squeal. He drew back and thrust in.

  I watched his face, eyes half-open, lost in bliss for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. Each time he pulled back, he left a void inside that ached for his return, and when he did, moments after, shove back in, a flood of energy followed him inside me. Finally, there was no pain left; only aching, longing, wonderful pleasure.

  Peter started to say something, but then his breath caught in his chest and he had to get control of himself again. He stopped moving entirely and let his pulse decrease a little before swallowing hard and ramming his cock deep again. Once it was all the way in, my whole body filled with my daddy’s dick, he stayed motionless.

  “Baby girl, I’m sorry, but I,” he breathed again, pulled back and slammed in again, “I’m not gonna last much longer, you just feel so good.”

  “You’re not,” I gasped, “you’re not the only one.”

  Letting my legs drop off his shoulders and putting them around his waist I tried to lock my ankles together, but couldn’t quite do it. Still, he seemed to get the idea.

  One hard, brutally deep fuck-stroke after another drove inside my sweetly sore asshole, and Peter’s head rolled back and forth on his shoulders. He squeezed my waist so hard, so desperately, that I already felt the bruises.

  His mouth hung open, and he stared directly at my eyes as he pumped his hips back and forth like a machine. I tried again to lock my ankles behind his back, but it was no good, and besides, by that time, I was so raw and so close to climax that if I squeezed anything, I was afraid I would explode.

  He took a deep breath and held it. I saw the cords stand up in his neck, he clenched his jaw. He shoved in once more and held his cock deep inside me. I felt his balls pull up against his shaft and he hunched forward, holding himself up with fists on either side of my head.

  I watched him as I sucked in a breath that hissed over my teeth. His eyes rolled back, eyelids fluttered. And then, just as his cock swelled up inside me, once again stretching my asshole around him, and I felt the very first trickle of warmth from his cock, I involuntarily cupped my hand around my mound, shoved three fingers deep, grinded my palm against my clit, and started to moan sounds I had never heard before.

  My pussy gripped my fingers and my pucker started milking my Peter’s twitching rod. I felt it jump inside me, twitch once or twice, and then he groaned as a hot, sticky eruption filled me up.

  Every muscle in my body seemed to seize up and once, and squeeze. So tight, my whole body felt so tight that I couldn’t move, even if I wanted.

  For a half-second that felt like a whole lifetime, the world stopped moving. My entire being clenched around my daddy’s spurting cock. The first drop of cum slid out of me and onto the sheets. He groaned again, louder than before, and rammed hard inside me, pushing a wonderfully
hot mess out of me.

  The sensations in my pussy quickly became too much. I had to stop. I just had to stop. As I writhed and unsuccessfully tried to squelch my moaning screams, I reached down as far as I could, collected a finger full of cum, and shoved it up, back around his dick, and inside my cunt. I didn’t want to lose any, didn’t want to lose a drop.

  He pumped again, and started to pull out of me, his cock red, twitching and exhausted. I caught a little more and slid it up inside my pussy, and just when my fingers brushed against my sex, I lost all control. The tension build up between my legs, that gripped my belly and crept up my chest, all burst at once. Torrents of white energy, heat, and raw sex flooded my mind, and my body relaxed, completely, into a convulsing release.

  ***

  Peter emerged moments later from the bathroom with a pair of what seemed to be steaming-hot towels in one hand, and my robe in the other.

  “Let me see that leg,” he said, and took my ankle in his hand, gently lifting it into the air. He slid the towel all the way down in one slow motion. Over my cleft, then back up the other side it went. He finished with a soft massage on the bottoms of both feet.

  “Does that feel good, baby girl?”

  All I could do was moan and chew my lip.

  Tossing the one towel aside, he used the other one to cleanse my belly, chest and neck before I grabbed his hands and nuzzled my face into the soft warmth.

  I crawled back up the bed and he yanked the sweat-and-sex soaked comforter off. After rooting around in the linen cubby under the bed for a minute, he reappeared and swooshed another one, goose down this time, over me like a stage magician with one of those red capes. I had to giggle at that one.