by Danielle Lux
Pippa tried to take another inch of me into her mouth, but started to gag. She darted her head back, my big cock falling from her mouth back onto my stomach.
“Fucking hell…” she gasped, “your dick is so fucking fat. Normally I can deepthroat.”
“Language, Pippa.”
“Sorry Daddy,” she said, grinning. “What I meant to say is, your pee-pee is too big for my small little mouth.”
“You've never had one this big?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, putting on her little girl voice. “It's the longest and the widest I've ever seen!”
“I'm sure you can still take it all, baby,” I said, rubbing her chin. “You've just got to try a bit harder.”
“I'll try, Daddy.”
She took a few deep breaths, the positioned her mouth at the head of my dick again.
In one gulp she took the head and an inch of shaft into her mouth. I could already feel her lips straining against my girth. Girls always tell me my dick’s so fat it gives them lockjaw. A dick like mine, that's both fat and long, is no easy challenge to deepthroat, and I could already see Pippa’s eyes watering.
She took a few deep breaths through her nose, then moved her mouth down further, very slowly. One inch… then another…
She came up for air, gasping and spluttering. A rope of drool mixed with precum hung from her mouth.
“It's… it's too much.” she gasped.
“You want me to tell Mommy?”
“But Bob… I mean Daddy… I can still make you feel good without taking it all.”
“Take it all down your throat, or I'll be having a word with your mother.”
She scowled, making the face she made when her mom grounded her, or when Bob refused to lend her money.
“Now,” I told her.
“Fucking big dick bastard,” she said under her breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, Daddy.”
“I thought so. Now get sucking.”
With a roll of her eyes she opened her mouth wide, putting it back on my cock. She made her way down slowly, taking a bit at a time. She was doing well, better than she had before, but it was taking forever.
“Come on baby,” I told her, “keep going.”
She looked up at me with angry eyes, her mouth too full of dick to reply.
About five or six inches of my meat was down her throat now, which was good—but she still had a long way to go. The feeling of her throat muscles pressed against my shaft felt amazing, but I wanted her to deepthroat me.
Pippa slid her lips a bit further. A tear ran down one of her cheeks.
“Is Daddy’s dick making your eyes water?”
“Mmph mmph mmph.”
As good as it felt, I was getting impatient. I put my big hands on the back of Pippa’s head.
“Mmmmph!!”
Pippa’s eyes went wide with fear.
“It's ok baby, Daddy’s going to help you.”
She tried to pull away, but I was too strong. I pushed her head down.
“Mmmmmmphhh!!!!!”
I could feel her throat muscles spasming around my cock as I pushed her further down. She was gagging like crazy.
“You can do this baby,” I told her. “Don't puke on Daddy’s cock or he’ll be cross.”
I pushed another inch of me into her throat. Then another. She was still yelling inaudibly, looking at me with pleading eyes.
Finally I gave one last big push, and her lips pressed against my pelvis.
“We did it baby, we did it,” I gasped, enjoying the feeling of my length resting in her esophagus. I was so deep that if I came it would have gone right into her stomach.
But I wasn't ready to blow my load just yet.
I pulled my cock out of Pippa’s throat.
“You cunt…” she spluttered, “you fucking cunt! I thought I was going to die.”
Then, still gasping for air, she grabbed my still-rock-hard shaft.
“But fucking hell you’ve got a magnificent cock.”
She looked up at me with mischief in her eyes.
“You wanna fuck me, Daddy? Fuck your little girl?”
The plan had worked. I've had girls tell me before that they only want to blow me, or don't want to go all the way yet, or don't want to cheat on their husband, but they all change their mind once they see how hung I am. A big penis—a really big penis like mine—is like catnip to women. Most of them will never admit it, but, in my experience, it's the truth.
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed,” I ordered Pippa.
Jumping to her feet with excitement, she unhooked her bra. As the cups fell to the floor, her magnificent breasts were revealed in all their glory.
Only a girl so young could have natural breasts so big and yet so firm. I've seen a lot of boobs, so I knew that ones as big as Pippa’s don't stay that way for long. They droop, they sag, they lose their shape as the years go by, but right now her’s were perfect.
“You want to suck them, Daddy?” Pippa asked with a smile, seeing me staring.
“I told you to take off your clothes and get on the bed.”
“Yes Daddy. Sorry.”
She turned around so her back was facing me, then slowly, teasingly, pulled down her panties.
Her ass was magnificent. It was huge, especially compared to her slender frame, with big full cheeks you could have rested a dollar on top of.
Unlike her mother, Pippa had no stretch marks. Her rosy pink skin was unblemished and perfect.
“You like my butt, Daddy?”
“I told you to get on the bed.”
She ran over and jumped on the bed, face up. Even lying down her breasts stayed firm, not drooping around her armpits like her mother’s did.
I walked over and got my first view of her eighteen-year-old pussy. It was shaved, I was pleased to see, not a hair to be seen. The lips were juicy and pink and it looked very tight.
It won't be that way for long, I thought to myself. I was going to ruin that little cunt with my big cock, and then, nine months later, giving birth would destroy the last of that previous tightness.
I went over and joined her on the bed, my cock, slightly softer now, still hanging out the top of my jeans. I rubbed one of my big fingers against the entrance to her slit, making her gasp.
“Oh Daddy!”
I hadn't planned on going down on Pippa, but her pussy was so clean and beautiful that it would have been a crime not to.
I leant down. Pippa’s clit was already exposed, the soft pink nub poking out from its hood. I leant down and licked it, tasting her juices.
“Oh god,” Pippa said, running her fingers through my hair, “oh daddy!”
I worked my tongue on her clit like a cat lapping up cream. She wriggled and squirmed and grabbed on to my head for dear life.
“Keep going! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!”
And cum she did, her thighs gripping my head like a vice as her juices ran down my chin.
“That was amazing, Daddy.”
I sat up and pulled off my shirt. For a man in his fifties I'm in pretty good shape, if I do say so myself, and Pippa certainly seemed to be a fan—running her fingers across my abs.
“Damn,” she said. “I've wanted to touch these since we went on that family holiday to the beach three years ago. Your body is amazing.”
I took off my jeans and, butt naked, I crawled on top of Pippa, positioning my cock at the entrance to her slit. I was rock hard again.
“Daddy, have you got a condom?”
I laughed.
“Daddy’s too big for condoms, baby.”
This was sort of true: Most condoms were far too small for my girth and split under the pressure. However, I did have a box of condoms from Europe in my dresser drawer that just about fit me. For some stupid reason American condoms can only go up to a certain size by law, so I have to order mine from abroad.
But I wasn't gonna tell Pippa any of that. For one, she was pr
obably too dumb to know there were countries outside of America. And two, for my plan to work I needed to take her bareback.
“I'm sure one of Steve’s will fit,” Pippa said, rummaging in her bedside drawer. “He uses Magnums.”
I scoffed. Magnums, even the XL ones, aren't really much bigger than regular rubbers. They’re mainly bought by losers like Pippa’s boyfriend, so they can show off how “hung” they are.
A real man, with a really big dick, would tear a Magnum to shreds.
But I thought I'd let Pippa go through the motions. I had to at least pretend I wanted to use protection.
Pippa peeled open the golden wrapper and pulled out the condom. It was so much narrower than the ones I usually used. “Trash bags” was what my Asian secretary referred to my European condoms as. “Get one of your trash bags, Mr Simons, I want you to fuck me.”
Pippa held the teat at the top of the rubber with two fingers, then lowered the ring onto the head of my cock. It barely covered it.
Still holding the teat with one hand, she used the other to roll the condom down my length. Or at least she tried to: she had to really force the rubber to roll down my cock head, my girth was just too much for it.
“I'm not sure it's gonna fit baby,” I said, hoping she’d get the hint.
“It'll fit, Daddy.”
She had to let go of the teat and use fingers from both hands to stretch the ring, rolling it down my shaft as best she could. I winced—the condom was so tight it was like wearing shoes three sizes too small.
Finally the condom was fully unraveled—and it barely covered a third of my dick. The third it was covering was red and squashed, and hurt like a motherfucker.
“There,” said Pippa, smiling at her handywork. “I told you it would—”
Like a water balloon filled beyond its limits, the condom burst, my cock destroying the protection Pippa forced her boyfriend to wear. She reached down and peeled a piece of latex from my shaft.
“Wow,” she gasped. “I guess you really were too big.”
I pushed her back on the bed, lining my cock up with the inviting pink lips of her cunt.
“Bob… Daddy… what about the condom? I can't get pregnant, Mom would flip!”
That's what I'm hoping, I thought.
“I'll pull out, Pippa, I promise.”
“Are you sure?”
“I've promised, haven't I?”
“Ok, Daddy.”
I leant forward, pushing the head of my dick against Pippa’s pussy lips. She gasped as I rubbed my glans against her juicy, wet clit.
My cock head pushed her flaps apart as I slowly eased myself into Pippa.
“Christ, you're tight, Pippa,” I said, as the head of my dick disappeared into her hungry cunt.
Pippa reached her hands round, running her nails down my back.
“Daddy…” she whimpered, lovingly. And, for once, it didn't seem like she was putting on an act. She looked up at me with shy, nervous eyes as I pushed slowly onwards into the depths of her vagina.
“Daddy, it's so big, I'm don't know if I can do it…”
“You can do it,” I told her, running my fingers through her hair. “I believe in you.”
It was just some stupid thing to say—me playing up to the whole “Daddy” thing—but Pippa burst into tears. Real, genuine tears—unless she was secretly an amazing actress.
“Bob, I… I know I can be a brat, but I really do love you and Mom.”
Christ. This was a side to Pippa I'd never seen before.
“You… love me?” I asked, slightly incredulous. In the six years I'd known her, Pippa had never given me anything but grief.
“Of course I do,” she said smiling, her eyes wet from tears. “You're my Daddy.”
Oh dear.
“You're the one who's always been there for me, unlike the shitbag who knocked Mom up and left. You put a roof over our heads, you tried to keep me out of trouble, making sure I went to school, and you've always been there for Mom when I made her cry.
“I know I can be a little shit, but I really do love you.”
She leant forward and hugged me. If it wasn't for the two inches of cock I still had in her pussy, it would almost have been a tender family moment.
“You going to fuck me now, Daddy?” Pippa asked. “I think my pussy’s ready for you now.”
For one of the only times in my life, I felt guilty. Could I really do this, get an eighteen-year-old girl who looked up to me pregnant so her mom would kick her out of the house?
I decided to test her, to see if she really did deserve another chance after all the shit that she’d pulled over the years. After making life hell for her mother and I for so long.
“Baby,” I said, “are you sure you want to do this? Don't you feel bad, sleeping with your mother’s husband? We can stop now and I promise I won't breathe a word to your mom about Steve and the drugs.”
Pippa thought for a moment.
“Nah, I want you to split me open with your big fat cock.”
And with that, she sealed her fate.
“Ok baby,” I said, “if that's what you want.”
Without warning I thrust into Pippa’s tight cunt, plunging at least three more inches into her with one powerful thrust.
“Ow fuuuuck!” Pippa yelled, digging her nails into my back. The little bitch was piercing my fucking skin, which pissed me off —so I thrust another two inches into her.
“Daddy, it hurts! You're going too quickly!”
Her tight pussy felt like Saran Wrap around my dick, squeezing it almost as tight as the condom had.
I gave a final thrust and buried the rest of my dick into her. Pippa screamed so loud it hurt my fucking ears, and I thanked god our neighbours would be out.
My six-pack lay against her flat little pink stomach. Pippa was gripping the bedsheets, her mouth gaping open and closed like a fish.
“It's too much Daddy… it’s too deep…”
“You want me to pull out a bit?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Ok baby. Whatever you say.”
I pulled half of my dick out. Pippa was breathing deeply, her eyes wide with panic.
“Too big…” she said, trying to get her breath back, “too big…”.
But I was out of patience now. So I just decided to fuck her.
“Daddy!!” she yelled as I slammed my length back into her. I'd waited so long to fuck Pippa’s little cunt, all those months of gazing longingly at her as she walked around the house in hotpants and tiny little tops, that I didn't hold back. I fucked her fast and hard, thrusting into her without mercy, not caring if I pounded her pussy into mush.
She won't even be able to feel that little boyfriend of hers after I'm finished, I thought to myself.
Pippa’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her whole body spasming with ecstasy. Her nails dug into my back and her legs wrapped round me with an iron-tight grip.
“Oh Daddy…” she groaned. “I love you, Daddy…”
I pounded her more, slamming into her as if my life depended on it.
“I'm cumming, Daddy… I'm cumming!”
I felt her pussy—which was already one of the tightest I'd ever had—grow tighter around my shaft. She whimpered and her juices ran down my cock as she came.
I pulled out, my dick dripping with pussy juice, and rolled her onto her front. Then I grabbed her around the stomach and lifted her up, so she was on her hands and knees in front of me on the bed.
“I need a rest Daddy,” she said, sounding delirious, “my pussy hurts.”
“Daddy will be finished soon,” I told her, sliding my wet cock back into her. I reached round, grabbing one of her humongous breasts in each hand, and piledrived into her from behind, my pelvis smacking against her big, squishy ass cheeks.
“Oooh Daddy… you're so good at this…”
“Better than that loser boyfriend of yours?”
“So much better than Steve… so much bigger…
”
I slid my length in and out of her pussy, her juices acting as lube. I gave her a hard spank on the ass for good measure.
“Ow! Daddy, that hurts!”
I spanked her again, and again, ignoring her protests—until her ass cheek was red and sore.
Again, I could feel her pussy contract around my girth.
“Daddy,” Pippa moaned, “I'm cumming again… don't stop! Don't stop!”
I didn't stop. She screamed in orgasm, gripping the bedsheets tight and arching her head back.
I reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long brown hair, pulling on it as I fucked her doggy style.
“Ah fuck,” I grunted, feeling the telltale tingle in my balls. “I'm gonna cum, baby!”
“Don't forget to pull out, Daddy” she said, running her nails down my back.
Yeah right, I thought. It's too late now, brat.
“I'm gonna cum, baby,” I whispered in her ear, “I'm gonna cum…”
“Don't cum inside me!” she squeaked, as I hammered her pussy with all my might. “Daddy please, I can't get pregnant!”
I kept fucking, pounding her as if my life depended on it.
“Bob, no!” she said, fear in her eyes. “Please pull out!”
“HERE IT COMES!!!” I roared.
A torrent of warm cream spurted from the tip of my cock, deep inside Pippa’s vagina. I felt my glans throb as I shot blast after blast of cum onto her cervix. I gave my balls a squeeze, making sure I was giving her every last drop of baby-making fluid.
“No!” Pippa gasped, turning her head round to look at me. “Bob you promised you'd pull out!”
Her eyes welled with tears.
“Sorry Pipps,” I said, collapsing on top of her. “Your pussy was so tight I couldn't control myself.”
She started to sob.
“You've got to give me the money for the morning after pill! I can't get pregnant, Mom will kick me out!”
“After all the money you've stolen from me over the years? You can pay for it yourself.”
“I don't have any money, Bob—you need to give me the money!”
I felt my shaft soften inside her as the last drops of cum seeped out the end of my cock. Pippa pushed me off her, then ran into the bathroom. I followed her and fell about laughing when I saw what she was doing: she was spraying the head of the shower up her vagina, using her other hand to try and scoop out all my cum. I watched as thick lumps of my cream disappeared down the plughole.
