The Bet

by Myer,Josie

  The Bet

  by Josie Myer

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  The Bet

  Copyright © 2014 Josie Myer

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  The Bet

  (A Taboo Erotic Short Story)

  Book design by Josie Myer

  Cover Image Copyright 2014, Photo by: bartekwardziak, used under a Creative Commons Attribution License: Beautiful blonde model - www.dollarphotoclub.com/7979314

  This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental. The material found in this eBook contains sexually explicit situations and is intended for a mature audience only. All persons portrayed in this eBook are 18 years of age or older.

  Blurb: This is a work of Taboo Erotic fiction so naughty and forbidden you must look inside for a taste.

  Content Warning: This 14,000+ word taboo erotic story contains adult material, graphic language with explicit sexual situations, and descriptions of hot rough dirty vigorous sex. This work is for mature audiences ages 18+ only.

  The Bet

  My name is Lori. I’m eighteen years old and a senior in high school. Like any socially active teen I’m having the best year of my life. My high school basketball team is one of the best in the district. We starting five have been friends since grade school and have been playing together just as long. We’re pretty damn good if I do say so myself. With five best friends you can pretty much guess we tell each other everything, share everything, and since middle school started betting on everything. Who would be the first to get her period? Who would be the first to get a boyfriend? Who would be first to get kissed? Everything.

  Now that we’re seniors, we’re all looking forward to college. Being the best in the region we all ended up with pretty good scholarships. Everything has been perfect this year. From getting the cars that we wanted, to all five us dating the most popular boys in school. We five are closer than sisters. We shop together. Spa day together. We camped and take mini vacations together. We even watched porn together.

  Sleepover rotation has always been a Friday night after the game event. And it was at one of those that our next wild bet came together. Behind a game of truth and dare I found out that my four best friends were all virgins. Liza and Riza, the red head Larkin twins both Guards, confessed that they’d given blow jobs, but they had never let anyone fuck their pussies or their ass. Jayla Boone, a 5’10 rippling black hair beauty who played the center Post admitted with much giggling, and trying to hide behind a pillow that one night when their parents were out of town, she had let her fine ass stepbrother fuck her ass. And at last there was Marie McGuire, our second point Guard at 5’6, a platinum blonde nerdy/jock, as we called her, with a 4.3 GPA since freshman year was first in our class. Apparently, Marie was like me and had done nothing at all. After the confessions, it was totally embarrassing that the farthest I’d ever gone with a boy was kissing and letting one touch my boobs.

  So our bet was set that by end of the season which was, a short, four weeks away, we would all have lost our virginities. The night of the championship game we would all have decided on someone to lose our virginities to. By that Friday, at the sleepover, we’d all have stories to tell of our first time.

  “We’ll all go to college as true women.” Jayla bounced excited.

  Doubtful and stressed, I didn’t want to confess to them that my steady boyfriend Ty and I had only gotten to first base. He was captain of his basketball team the way I was captain of our team, and one of the most popular boys in school. Sadly, I didn’t really feel anything for him. He was handsome, but not as handsome as my Daddy.

  When I got home on Saturday morning, my Daddy was just making it in from his morning run. My Daddy Michael is a personal trainer and has the biggest most powerful muscular body I’ve ever seen. He’s really my stepdad. He married and mom when I was three and continued to raise me even after she died at the age of ten. Since then, it’s just Daddy and me. Daddy has always supported me in everything I do. He taught me to swim when I was ten, held me all night when the first boy broke my heart thirteen, and taught me to drive at sixteen. Daddy is also the reason I’m so fit and tone. We work out together. He always gives me helpful tips to work certain areas of the body, and he cooks us certain food to stay healthy.

  Daddy is the most handsome masculine man I’ve ever known. I won’t deny that when I started masturbating at thirteen and really thinking about boys, it was always Daddy I visualized in my fantasies. It was Daddy who I dreamed about when I had my hand down my panties at night. Daddy who came to mind when my friends and I would sneak and watch Jayla’s big brothers porn stash. It’s a wonder me and Ty haven’t gotten past first base.

  I dropped my bag in my room still dressed in my bed clothes, a crop top spaghetti strapped tee that barely came down enough to cover my c cup boobs and skimpy boy shorts. I knew my Daddy would still be in his running shorts, and if I hurried, bare chest. He always removed his muscle shirt to wipe the sweat. Just thinking about him made me wet. I rush down stares determined not to miss it.

  There he stood in the kitchen with a bottled water.

  “Hi Daddy.” I smiled and rushed right over to him.

  He smiled setting his water on the counter next to the muscle shirt he’d already removed. Round sweaty tight ropes of muscle covered my Daddy’s body with a light soft nest of chest hair that I loved to play with. His auburn brown hair was nearly black with sweat, and the lines in his face around his eyes made him all the more handsome. He open those big arms for me, and I jumped right into them. Wrapping my arms around his neck as he lifted me against his body squeezing me to his chest. My womb clenched and my pussy splashed cream into my thin skimpy shorts.

  “Hey sweet baby. How was the sleepover?” Immediately, he tried to put me down and push me away.

  He used to hold me all the time. Letting me sit in his lap even when we ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. When I turn thirteen and got my first boyfriend, he started pushing me out of his lap. When I turned fifteen and my breast swell up to a c cup and my ass plumped out round and firm to something he could hold to with both hands, he stop initiating our hugs. Now, one week after my eighteenth birthday, he rarely let me touch him.

  But when I refuse to release him right away, he held me loosely in his arms. My Daddy would never hurt my feelings. He was such a sweet man. I pressed my breast against his bare chest. The crop top rising even higher with my arms around his neck, so that nearly half my soft sensitive boobs rubbed against the wet chest hair. It tickled but felt so good my nipples pebbled against him. His hands help my back. One caressed low at the naked skin right at the small of my back just above the swell of my ass. His rough hands felt so good on me.

  “It was fine, Daddy.” I leaned in and innocently pecked my lips against his. “It’s always fun with the girls.”

  He tried not to frowned, not at what I said, but what I did. A week ago he sat me down and tried to tell me how inappropriate it might be for us to kiss on the mouth. Now that I was eighteen, even the innocent pecks we’d always share might be misconstrued as something more. He tried to insist, but I never agreed and knew it was because of old Mrs. Mauldin across the street who always watched me and Daddy practice shooting in the front yard. Every time I scored three in and a row, Daddy would give me his sweet kiss while his big hand firmly caressed my ass before a quick slap. It always made me groan, my pussy spasm with a splash of warm juice wetting my panties. He had already stop hugging me. Not letting me sit in his lap, until our rubbing had his cock long thick and rock hard under my ass, and now he wanted to take away the kisses too. Well screw that.

  “Lori baby, what did Daddy tell you
about kissing?” His tone was firm like he got when he was going to ground me for missing curfew.

  I frowned right back. “We’re not outside. No one can see us. There’s no one here but me and you, like always. And you’re still me Daddy aren’t you?”

  He signed gazing away. His arms loosened even more around me as though he was ready to push me away. “Yes, but you know we’ve talk about this.”

  I held on to him tighter and even wound my legs around his waist. That got him looking at me and frowning again. “Well, I needed to talk to you about something.”

  He smiled then and started tickling me. “Well unwrap yourself from around me silly, and we can go have a seat and talk about it.”

  I giggled but held on. I loved when he tickled me. He used to tickle me all the time and wrestle with me on the floor, but as you can guess, no more. But now I had a reason to rub against him, and I did it. Wiggling around until my breast were hanging out smashed against his chest. Locking my legs tight about his hips as he’d drop me down a little so that I rubbed my wet crouch against his swelling cock that outlined his workout shorts. This is the other thing I knew he wanted to avoid. Daddy couldn’t stop getting hard around me. He tried hiding it. Even made sure not to press my ass against his woody when he stood behind me, spotting me as I did squats. When I looked back at him the mirror standing behind me, I noticed him was watching more than my form. Daddy’s gaze was always glued to my ass. I moaned now as he held me even against my protest.

  “Daddy! Stop! Stop!”

  Laughing he stopped and kissed my cheek. When I kept rubbing, rocking up and down to caress my hot moist pussy against his hard cotton covered cock, he dropped his smile and finally locked big hands over my ass to get me to stop.

  “Lori baby, you can’t keep doing this.” His returned the authority tone.

  “Doing what, Daddy?” I asked innocently. I wasn’t going to admit it first. I wanted him to say it. I wanted him to acknowledge what he felt I was doing. His daughter rubbing her hot wet virginal pussy against his big rock hard cock.

  He shook his head dismissing it. His big hands continued to gently caress my ass. “Tell me about this bet.”

  I jumped right in, too excited. “Well, during a game of truth and dare last night, me and the girls found out that we’re still all virgins.”

  Daddy’s brow rose. “All of you?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  He plopped my ass down on the kitchen counter, but rested his hands down on either sides of my hips. “You too, sweet baby?” He dropped his eyes, running them down my body. “My little girl is still innocent?”

  I flirted with him shamelessly. There was no wonder he’d question it. Biting my bottom lip sweetly, I nodded.

  “But what about Ty?” Daddy asked.

  “What about him, Daddy?”

  “Well, I just thought… you and Ty have been going out a few months now. And you’ve even broke curfew twice…”

  “Daddy,” I sighed. “That doesn’t mean I’ve had sex with him.”

  Suddenly his eyes darken. His expression changed to something dark, lustful, and possessive. He looked little upset as if he’d just caught me doing something wrong. “What have you done with Ty?”

  “Nothing, Daddy.” I answered quickly to his dark tone. “I mean we kiss a lot and I let him touch my boobs once, but that’s it. I don’t know if I trust him enough to lose my virginity with him. Besides, I’m not even sure he likes my body. I don’t know what I look like completely naked, or if it looks good enough to show him. You’re the only one I trust to tell me the truth.”

  Daddy caressed a big hand along my face. His thumb traced my bottom lip before his eyes dropped to my breast. My flimsy crop top was still in disarray. One string hung off my shoulder so that my left breast was hanging out flashing a tiny pink nipple. I gasped when Daddy slipped his hand down over my breast. He took the plump tit in his hand squeezing and caressing. His rough thumb slid over my pink pebble making it tighten and swell. He pushed the nipple up and down, and then made slow agonizing circles around it. The erotic sensation of my nipple was linked directly to the pulsing throb of my clit, and the heated wet ache of my untouched empty pussy. With every caress, stroke, and tug of my nipple, my pussy clinched and splashed more cream. I shivered and gasped. Daddy groan. The heat of his massive body and his jumping cock that rubbed my thigh standing so close made me want to touch him, move closer, beg for more of things I only fantasized about.

  Slowly he released my breast. Rough fingers traced up my arm over my shoulder. He pulled the string of my top back in place to cover my panting breast before looking up to meet my eyes once more. “Is that how you let Ty touch you?” His tone was deep and rough, breathy. The heat in his blue eyes seemed to pierce my very soul.

  I nodded and shook my head all at once because I couldn’t speak right away. “Not bare skin, Daddy, but Ty likes to caress my boobs when we kiss.” I wanted his hands back on my body. I wanted to feel that hard bulge rubbing against me, but suddenly he stood straight away from the counter and me as though he hadn’t realized how close we still were. As though he realized the hot lust and want moving between us was somehow inappropriate, he cleared his throat and took a step back.

  “Lori baby. I think you should wait on this sex thing. There’s no rush. Your body looks fine. I mean healthy, and Ty shouldn’t be pressuring you for anything other than kisses. And if he does want more, you need to tell me immediately so we can sit down and discuss it.”

  “But Daddy” I frown when I saw he was ready to drop the subject and walk away. We’d rubbed against each other many times before he demanded that we stop, but he’d never openly and so boldly touched me like that before. My body was buzzing from his lost body heat, and my pussy was soaked from his hands gripping my breast playing with my nipple.

  “What about the bet?”

  Averting his eyes, he grabbed his muscle shirt that sat beside me and shook his head. “You girls shouldn’t be making bets on such personal private things such as that. Now, I don’t want to hear anything more about it. I’m going to take a shower. We can have dinner if you’re not going out with Ty tonight.”

  He went to walk away, but paused when I answered back.

  “I am going out with Ty. I guess he’ll just have to help me with this bet since you won’t do it.”

  He glanced back at me as though he’d say more, but instead he quickly walked away. I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent in his shorts, and later when I made it up stairs down the hall to his room, I could hear the shower going. The door was open to his private bathroom. Hot water thundered over tile, and above that was Daddy’s panting moans as his wrist moved rapidly back and forth. “…Mm, Lori baby, suck Daddy’s big cock! That’s it little girl! Let Daddy have the sweet dirty mouth! Make Daddy cum, sweet baby! Oh God, I’m going to cum!”

  Licking my dry lips as my body all but shivered at what he was saying, made me want to walk in there, drop to my knees, and give him what he wanted. My Daddy did want me. After all this time. After all his protest. Now I knew his fantasies matched my own. I ran into my room, stripped my clothes off, and climbed into bed. My hand was soon between my legs. My fingers dancing over on my wet swollen clit, the other pinching and pulling my nipples. Was my door closed? Who cares? Daddy was rubbing his cock while thinking of me. My orgasm came quick and I screamed. “Daddy! Daddy!”

  ***************

  (Michael)

  I didn’t see Lorie until later that night. After jerking off in the shower and again down the hall in the doorway of my stepdaughter’s bedroom, you’d think my dick would calm down by now. But the image of my little girl laid out across her bed, butt naked with her fingers jammed inside her wet little cunt, screaming for her Daddy as she orgasm, had my body in a constant ache. Fuck! My little girl was sexy. And this damn bet she and her little friends had going about losing their virginities… She was going to kill me. She’d been growing up so rapidly since her mother die
d, and every year with change of her body came her hormones and curiosity. It had to be simply hormones and curiosity about sex in general. That’s where all this flirting with her old man had to have come from.

  And damn it, if it wasn’t hell trying to keep my hands off her. When she started dating this boy, Ty, I thought it would distract her some, but since she turn eighteen she’s become more and more aggressive. Making sure she got in an out of state university had been my idea. I had to do something to get her out of the house, and focused on ideas, places, and boys her own age. Because flaunting that hot as fuck body in front of her Daddy was eventually going to get her into trouble. My baby girl had no idea the monster she was awakening in me. I was a beast in bed. Her mother could have told her that if she were still alive. As much as I loved my little Lori, I wanted her to be with someone who could be gentle with her. At least her first time. This bet she and her friend’s conjured up was trouble. It only gave her purpose and fanned the flames of lust that had been kindled since the first day she got her period.

  That I couldn’t stop sprouting wood every time my baby girl came near me was annoying. The provocative get up she keep skipping around in caused a daily battle to fight the beast within. Now that she’d insisted on rubbing her sexy as fuck body against me made my hard-on a daily thing. That I wasn’t getting the relief I needed, made my balls hurt. I had no idea she was a fucking virgin. I could have gone the rest of the year until I put her on a plane to the university, without that bit of news. A fresh sweet innocent pussy under my own roof; my baby girl constantly wrapping herself around my body just begging me to rip open her untouched cunt, and tattoo my name against her womb was making me crazy with fuck lust.

  Lori skipped down stairs for her date with the Ty in four inch heels and a dress so tight it hugged every curve on her body. Her legs were bare underneath that red slip of a thing that had a hymn barely covering her tight plump little ass. Fuck! She bounced into the living room, trying to pull the hymn of her dress down which would go no further than an inch below her pussy. She looked like a hot dirty slut just begging for it. My sweet baby was looking to get fucked, and she had no idea the fire she was stirring up in me.