Bred By My Daddy (Taboo breeding sex)

by Francis Ashe

  Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be any more ready to fuck, my daddy pushed back away from the couch and took my hand, bringing me to my feet. In one motion, he yanked down both pants and panties to my feet, put his foot on the cloth and shoved me back onto the couch.

  “Oh baby girl,” Peter moaned as his fingers touched my vulva and ran up and down the length of my dripping slit, “you are soaked.” He brought his juice-covered finger to his lips and tasted me. “You taste wonderful, Liz. Just incredible.” He lowered his head to the cleft of my legs and inhaled deeply. “I have to have another taste. Okay?”

  “Oh, yes! Yes!” I said, biting my lip and looking down at his face hovering inches from my pussy. The instant his breath, followed very quickly by long, fat, slow licks, caressed me I thought I’d died. He felt so good that I considered begging him to just stick that huge rod inside me, but as soon as the tip of his tongue danced a circle around my clit, I decided that maybe taking it slow wasn’t so bad after all.

  I lay my head back against the couch and floated along on a sea of unbelievable pleasure and emotion. Peter drew his tongue up one side of my pussy, then down the middle and back up the other side, pausing every so often to give my clit a flick and a suck. When he finally, finally stuck a finger in, I was a lost cause.

  “Fffffuck! So, so, so good,” I rattled as his big, thick middle finger parted my lips and plumbed my hole. He kept his tongue to the top of my slit now, going in little circles around and over my button and sometimes slipping it inside with his finger. At first it was just the first inch or so that he put inside. Daddy curled it in little “come-here” gestures, stroking my front wall and making my whole body quiver. Unconsciously, I slid my ass toward him, making him poke deeper and smile.

  “My little girl likes this? Do you like how it feels to have your daddy’s finger in your pussy? Huh? Feel good when I turn it? When I rub you?” He watched my face while he slid a second finger alongside the first. All I could do was to look back at him, chew my lip a little and then let out a loud, ragged groan when my daddy dragged the tips of his fingers gently against my pussy’s front wall, hitting that one spot that took my whole world away.

  I nodded again, and then helplessly let my head hit the couch. Holding it up was just too much work. I heard a satisfied chuckle, and then his palm pressed on me, grinding, and making my sex pulse every time he curled those fingers or massaged my clit.

  I knew what was happening only seconds after his fingers were in all the way. I was about to cum, and there was no way to keep it squelched any longer. My jaw alternated between clenching and dropping open to let out loud grunting sighs.

  Daddy pushed harder.

  Heat flushed my chest, a red sex-rash splashed over my erect nipples and down my belly. My daddy kissed my navel, grabbed one of my tits with his free hand and pinched my aching nib between two fingers. I groaned again, a low, rumbling sound from deep inside me. Tingling tension spread out, starting from that place in my pussy where his fingers danced.

  My eyes were half open – I couldn’t manage any more than that. Breathing was difficult. And then, in a huge rush of release, juice sprayed out of me, covered his hand and dribbled down onto the couch.

  “Oh my little baby girl’s squirting. Does it feel good when I do this?

  He licked my opening again, vibrating his voice on my sex and massaging my clit with his tongue-tip. I gushed again, slid down the couch further, and could not stop shaking.

  “Yes, daddy! Yes, daddy!” was all I managed as he kept circling his fingers in me, pinching my tit and lashing my clit.

  “Oh yes daddy! Fuck! Fuck!”

  I had never exploded like that before. Nothing had ever been so raw, so fiercely sexual in my whole life. I grabbed his hands with mine, one in my cunt and one on my breast, squeezed harder, drove deeper, and started to buck my hips against him.

  The whole thing felt like it lasted thirty seconds, maybe more. I don’t know. By the time the ripples started to subside and my vision straightened out, he had slowed down, pulled out his fingers, and was just holding me against his chest. My legs were wrapped around his waist and, looking down, I had to smile a little at the tremendous wet streak down the front of the couch cushion. My pussy was still gripping and releasing in little waves and my daddy was kissing me, nuzzling me behind the ear.

  I wanted his cock as bad as I wanted a car when I turned sixteen. I wanted to taste it, suck it, and let him fuck me.

  Pushing against him, and crawling off the couch, the smell of my sex in the air and the sight of my daddy’s rock hard dick, resting obscenely at the streak I’d left on the sofa made me start slicking up all over again. I couldn’t believe it. I’m usually a one-cum girl. Or at least a wait-a-little-bit-before-going-again sort of girl. This was too much.

  “Your turn, daddy,” I said as I straddled him again, grabbed his cock and dragged the head in slow strokes up and down my slit. I dropped my hips more so that his balls were resting on my pussy and I could move myself up and down him to get him nice and slick. Before long, his shaft was so wet that when I looked down at him, his prick was almost glistening. I grabbed his base between my legs and squeezed, letting the pressure and my lube slide my hand up to his tip. Then I let go, tickled my fingers down him and squeezed again.

  He produced some of those teasing, soft little moans he’d been making before, but this time it was him instead of me with his head rolling around his shoulders, his mouth hanging open.

  I did it again, letting my hand tremble up his cock. No pulling, no jerking. Just pressure and pussy juice was all it took. That time, I gave the sensitive bridge under his dickhead a little tickle when my hand got to the top, which made him smile an open-mouthed, glassy-eyed smile.

  “Does daddy like it when little Lizzy does this to his dick?” I used my best little girl voice, more to be playful than anything else. He just kept grinning.

  I pulled him off the couch, urging him to the ground. His cock stood straight up in the air. I had to mentally restrain myself from sitting on it, and grinding out another orgasm. Right then, I realized that just fucking him wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted to make him cum once to even the score. I wanted to suck him dry, taste all that spunk and let it dribble down my chin, smear it between my tits. Then I wanted to climb on top, drive my hips against him and fuck him until he filled my pussy up with another load. That had to wait though. One thing at a time, I thought.

  Crawling up his legs, my hands still wrapped around his cock, I let my snatch trail over my daddy’s thigh. I came to a rest with my hot, tight, sex on his balls, my juice mixing with the droplets of pre-cum that trickled out of Peter’s tip and down over my hands.

  In a flash, a brilliant idea came from nowhere. I remembered a movie clip I watched once where the girl sort of sat on the guy’s cock, held him and stroked his length with her pussy. Sounds fun, I thought, as I licked up my daddy’s gorgeous chest. I dipped to nestle his prick between my cunt lips and started to slide up and down.

  As soon as I had a good rhythm, I sat up and, just like in that movie, wrapped both of my hands around his dick. I used my weight to push my hands to his tip, and then when I moved back down him, I gave him a milking squeeze and let my hands slide back down to his balls.

  “Oh holy shit, Liz, oh holy shit...” he said, rolling his eyes back in his head and obviously enjoying the treatment.

  “You keep... you keep doing that, and I’m not gonna last very long,” Peter warned me. Of course, he had no idea what I was planning for him. Still, I wanted to taste my sex on him, I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I wormed my way down him, making sure my pussy stayed against his skin.

  I ran my tongue down his chest, following the line of his musculature until I felt the close-cropped hair above his cock tickle my chin. That, for some reason, made me absolutely nuts. I couldn’t help myself. Immediately, I hugged his prick with my tits, smashing it between them and pushing him up and down. He was so wet, so slic
k from my juice that it was like he had oil on his skin. Each time I squeezed my breasts down his dick, the tip of it almost touched my lips. Just like that stubble above his cock, that made me crazy.

  My chin hunched to my chest, I was able to get my lips around his tip and give him a lick every time I tit-fucked down him. He ran a hand through my hair and then put it behind my head, pushing me harder toward his tip. I lingered at the bottom of a stroke, ran my tongue in a circle around his dick ridge and gave him a little tickle under his glans. The way he groaned and writhed underneath me made it obvious that he was losing a battle against his orgasm.

  “Oh Jesus Liz, oh my God, I’m about to cum, you’re making me cum baby girl. I’m trying to stop but I can’t!”

  I looked up at him with my lips vacuumed around his dickhead. Our eyes met and I saw how hard he was straining to keep all that cum in his balls and out of my mouth. I wasn’t going to let that happen.

  Moving lower, my tits flopped off and rested heavy on either side of his groin. The instant I lowered my mouth halfway down his prick I felt him start to convulse, and when I got my hands around him again, and started cranking them in tight, hard little circles, he let his head fall back against the floor and started to spurt.

  “I – I – fuck! I’m cumming!” He groaned, clutched my head against his cock, and exploded in my mouth.

  I sucked, oh my God did I suck, refusing to let any of that delicious, hot liquid out of my mouth. He filled me once. I gulped and he filled me again. As soon as his dick stopped jumping, I pulled back, milked him one more time and finally pulled him out of my mouth with one last sucking kiss.

  “Oh, oh my God baby girl. That was incredible. So, so good.” He sighed, heavy. As he began to stroke my hair out of my face, I let just a little cum dribble out of my lips and down my chin, just like I’d imagined.

  “My dirty little girl,” he smiled, “Look at you with that cum on your chin. Holy shit, I’m still hard.” Peter stroked himself. “I can’t believe what you do to me.”

  I looked at his cock for a second, then decided that if he liked dirty, he’d get dirty.

  Swirling his load around in my mouth, I lowered my head back near his dick and pushed the jizz out with my tongue. A tendril ran down my chin and, starting from the tip of his prick where it hit, dripped down him and pooled near his balls. I grabbed him, squeezed the cum up and over him to make sure he was nice and slick.

  In one motion, I crawled up his body, swirled my tongue inside my daddy Peter’s mouth and reached behind my ass to find his cock.

  For the first time in my life, I felt a man’s cock slide inside my pussy.

  Hard, thick and long, my daddy’s dick took quite a bit of wrestling to coax inside my vice-grip tight sex. At first I could only manage to work in his big, round head. I took it slow, and so did he. Both of his hands rested on my hips, waiting for me to make the moves. I could never have imagined how this felt, the stretching, the fullness, and the blazing heat inside my pussy that spread further and burned hotter with every inch deeper he sunk.

  When about a third of his cock was in me, I tried squeezing my walls around him, to give him a little massage. He made an almost unearthly groaning sound, so I guess he enjoyed the feeling. I pushed another couple inches down, increasingly afraid that my daddy’s dick was just too big for me to stuff inside, but somehow my body just kept taking more and more.

  Warmth from his balls preceded the feel of his skin as I got close to being fully impaled. I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, raised my hips until I felt him almost fall out and then slammed him home, taking that whole dick inside my body at one time. I screamed a mixture of unbelievable pleasure and surprise. Peter raised his hips, grinding that dick as hard as possible, as deep as it could go. His balls slapped against the skin near my asshole with a delicious, naughty schmack, and I couldn’t help but reach back behind my body and give his sack a squeeze.

  I rested at the bottom, turning tiny circles with my hips to stretch my pussy walls around him, to get my body ready for the rough, hard fucking I wanted so badly to get. Peter reached up, caressing my belly and chest with brushes of his fingertips before letting one of his hands settle into a pattern of figure eights around a pebbled, stiff nipple. Each time he reached the middle of the trail, he gave my nipple a squeeze and sometimes a twist, shooting surges of electric pleasure around my shoulders and up the back of my head.

  Next thing I knew, he had two handfuls of my ass. Kneading and squeezing, urging me forward to slide his cock out and in just a little. The way he was working me, my clit grinded hard against his pubis every time he pulled me and when he pushed away, the head of his dick stroked against my front wall, hitting that spot that sent tense chills through my whole body.

  My mouth was open, my eyes closed. I was just letting all of it wash over me. My daddy, underneath, his huge cock swallowed up in my pussy; it was just incredible. I rocked back and forth, pumping on him in time with his little hip thrusts. I might be a little hyperbolic, but I think a nuclear bomb could have hit a block away just then and neither of us would have noticed.

  All those years that I’d wanted him. All those years I’d been in love with my step daddy, and just never knew. It came to that point in time. That white-hot, passionate, boiling moment changed my entire life – in more ways than one.

  We started to move a little quicker. I sort of belly-danced on top of him, making my hips swivel forward and back in waves and he answered by keeping one hand firmly on my ass and stuck two fingers of the other one in my mouth. I sucked the fingers that still tasted vaguely of my pussy juice, and then he started to pull, tug and pinch my nipples – one then the other. My back almost involuntarily arched against his body and my breathing became harder, heavier, more labored.

  “Does that dick feel good in you, baby girl?” My daddy said, pushing my weight up in the air, driving his cock deeper. “Does it?” He pumped again, harder and then finally slammed upwards, driving his cock so deep that he lifted me off the floor. All I could do was let a high-pitched, moaning sigh escape my lips and grind my own body downward to meet his pressure. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be full of Peter. So big, so thick, stretching my little virgin pussy around his shaft, he was fucking me just like he did my mom.

  Images of the two of them, his dick crammed inside her, doggy-style, with her draped over the side of the bed danced in my mind. I imagined one of his hands looped around to the front of her body, playing with her clit as he stuff-fucked her from behind. I want that, I decided.

  I stood up, giving my daddy one last squeeze with my pussy. He slipped out with a little pop as my hole tried to keep him inside. He gasped and opened his eyes.

  “Get up,” I said, “get up here and fuck me from behind, just like you do my mom.” That got a randy little smile.

  “My pleasure,” he replied, taking my hand and pulling himself up.

  I expected him to go slowly, as he had been so far, but I think the release of years of pent-up sexual tension was getting to him as much as it was to me. He shoved me toward the couch, forced me to bend over the arm rest, presenting my soaking-wet snatch, ready for his cock to re-enter.

  He sunk in slow, deep and hard. I felt his balls push against the folds near my clit, and he just kept going forward. One of his hands stayed on the back of my head, pushing the side of my face against the smooth couch cushion and the other grabbed at first a handful of ass, and then my hip. Peter pulled back until his cock was almost out. I felt the little ridge of his dick flirt with my opening before he rammed straight in, forcing all the breath out of my lungs and making me shriek in pleasured, stretched, ecstatic pain.

  “Pl – play, oh Jesus, daddy, play with my clit,” I begged, choking out my request. Being stuffed by his cock made that hard, but I finally got it out.

  He pulled back and hard fucked me two more times in long, full strokes that made the couch lurch. “Fuck, mmm... your clit? You want me to play with your clit?” He
slam fucked me again, pulling his dick all the way out, leveling his tip against me and then ramming it in all the way, smashing me between his body and the furniture.

  “Yes, please, daddy – please!”

  One more slam. The clap! of our flesh, the heat of his ballsack against me – it was almost too much. When he looped his arm around, parted my folds and began to roll his fingertip around my button, I almost lost it.

  Not only was he able to rub me from this position, but he also had a very firm grip on my body. He held me in place and buried his cock over and over, balls slapping against me, his hips smacking my ass. I heard breath hitch in his throat; he sucked air between his teeth in a desperate, urgent hiss.

  “I – I think about to cum baby girl. I can’t help it, you just feel – your pussy, it’s just so good. So, so fucking good.” He grunted, loud. I felt his cock twitch inside me, throbbing, pushing against my gripping, and tightening walls. Then, all of a sudden, that familiar, body-tingling heat crept out of me, up my back and over my shoulders. An ecstatic shiver followed, and then when he flicked across the top of my engorged clit, I knew I was done.

  I began to breathe hard, pushing backwards against him to make sure he was as deep as he could possibly get. He grinded in, rubbed his thumb hard, and, for the second time, I felt juice start to run out of my squeezing pussy. Peter clutched me tight against his body, fucking me in short, and fast, piston-like strokes.

  A loud, surpriseed, “Ah!” slipped out and I just closed my eyes, let myself make whatever noises happened to come, and held my breath as waves of tense, tight, gripping, flexing took me. I squeezed my eyes tight, and clenched his thumping cock as best I could with my slick, gushing cunt. And then – just when I thought nothing could get better, all of that tension exploded out of me in one huge rush. My breath, my muscles, and what felt like my heart all released in one solitary, impossible-to-describe moment. Sounds I’d never heard before came out of my mouth; my whole body seemed to clamp down on my daddy’s dick.