Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (14 page)

“Are you? A virgin?” He seemed
shocked.

“I am, daddy. I made a promise
to mom a few years ago.”

“I guess it makes sense. She
wouldn’t sleep with me either, until we got married.”

My suspicions were true — my
mother held out until the wedding. I guess she really believed in
the whole “no sex until marriage” routine.

Randy lay back, mumbling under
his nose, “What a waste of a wait that was.”

What? Did he just allude to sex
with my mom? Gross!

“What do you mean, daddy? You
didn’t like it?”

“Well, you’re too innocent for
this kind of a talk. It’s my problem, not yours. Your mom is a
great lady.” He paused. “I just wish I had talked her into doing it
before we got married.”

“So you think it’s a bad idea to
wait? You think it’s wrong?”

He sat up and patted the seat
next to him, inviting me to settle next to him.

“I understand where your mom is
coming from, as far as religious values and all that.” Somehow I
had a feeling he did not really understand, but he probably had to
say that, since he married my mom. “But it’s also important to know
if the partners are … sexually compatible.”

“What does it mean, daddy?”

He leaned over me and brushed a
lock of my hair off my shoulder. His face was right in front of
mine. “It means that if the two people don’t like the same things —
sexual things — it’s just not gonna work.” His fingers were now
gliding along my neck, his thumb stroking my chin.

“So you’re saying you and mommy
don’t enjoy the sex in the same way?” My voice was barely above
whisper. I didn’t want to disturb what he was doing. I was ready to
melt in his hands.

“That’s right, Amabelle. Your
mom doesn’t feel sex is all that important. But I do.” His thumb
was now brushing against my lips, and I parted them, involuntarily.
I couldn’t speak. “So, you being a virgin may be a good idea for
now. But later, when you find someone who may be right for you, it
might be the right thing to do to have sex with them before you got
married. Just so you know that you and him are going to be
compatible.”

“I have to ask you something,
daddy. Promise you won’t get mad.”

“I promise. What is it?” He
stopped stroking me, and I wished I hadn’t asked my question. But
it was burning me on the inside, so I had to find out.

“My boyfriend Justin, he … put
his hand down there last night.” I was turning red. “I don’t know
how to tell if he did anything to my … you know … hymen.”

“Did it hurt when he did it?”
Randy eyebrows came together, and he wrinkled his forehead. “What
exactly did he do? Did you give him a permission to do it?” Now he
was getting mad.

“Oh, it didn’t hurt. And I
definitely allowed him to do it. It was really kind of nice.” I
blushed again, I was so nervous. “It tickled. It was really
pleasant, actually. But now I’m all scared that he may have done
something there.”

“Well, Amabelle. There is only
one way to find out.” He slid off the sofa and settled on the
floor. “I have to take a look.”

“But what if mom comes
back?”

“I have her car. She said she
would call me when she was done, so I can go pick her up.”

“Okay, if you think that’s the
only way…”

He grabbed the edges of my
shorts and tugged them down. “It is, baby. It is.”

When he saw that I wasn’t
wearing any underwear, he almost choked, but continued to pull my
shorts off.

“Spread you legs, baby, and
scoot down to the edge. Just like that.”

His fingers parted my lower
lips, and I wanted to die from embarrassment. All this talk of sex
made me so wet that I could feel the sticky fluid trickling down
onto the sofa. He pushed my legs wider apart and inserted a tip of
his finger inside my canal.

“What are you doing, daddy?” I
knew he wasn’t supposed to put anything inside.

“Just trying to open it up,
baby. It’s all sticky down here,” he smirked.

His finger kept gliding along my
labia, up towards my clit, and I had to gasp. It felt so nice. I
arched my back, wanting him to continue touching my sensitive nub,
yet knowing that it was all wrong, so wrong.

“Should we stop, daddy? I don’t
think mom would like it if she found out what we’re doing
here.”

“She won’t find out, will she? I
won’t tell her.” He pinched my clit as he said it, and I
moaned.

“I won’t tell her, daddy. Just
don’t stop.”

He spread my lower lips once
again and gasped. “There it is, baby. Your membrane. Tight and
intact, like it’s supposed to be.” He skimmed the tip of his finger
against it, and I wanted to cry, it felt so good.

“Do it again, daddy. That felt
really nice.”

“If I keep playing with it, it
might rip, you know.”

“Oh. Okay. I should probably be
more careful.” I really didn’t want him to stop.

“Do you know what an orgasm is,
Amabelle?”

“I’m not sure. Last night, with
Justin, when he kept rubbing me, it felt crazy good at the end. I
think I maybe had an orgasm then.”

He reached up and lowered the
edges of my tank top, exposing my breasts. His eyes got big, and he
grabbed one of my pert mounds, massaging it. His hands felt rough,
much harsher than Justin’s, and I moaned, not wanting him to
stop.

“Let me show you what a real
orgasm is like.”

“Are you sure that’s a good
idea, daddy?”

“Don’t worry, baby.”

And I didn’t. Worry was the last
thing on my mind when he brought me to a thundering climax a few
minutes later, licking my clit and inserting the tips of his
fingers into my pussy.

Unfortunately, my mother called
just as I was coming, so he had to leave.

*****

We tried to avoid each other all
week. I couldn’t tell if Randy regretted what he did; plus, I felt
a tremendous amount of guilt about what happened. He was my mom’s
husband! How could I do that to her? It was all so wrong. My mind
was in a turmoil, so avoiding him seemed like the easiest thing to
do.

The next Saturday my mom was was
asked to work again, and I decided to sleep in. I was in the
shower, when I heard the knock on my bathroom door. It could only
be Randy.

“Yes … daddy?”

“Can I come in? We need to
talk.”

“But I’m naked.”

“I know. That’s why I want to
see you now.” Before I could answer, he entered. “I’m gonna come
into the shower with you, Amabelle.”

“What? Why?” I stood there, not
knowing what to do, yet excited about what might happen. I’ve been
thinking about that oral orgasm he gave me all week. Is he going to
do that again, here in the shower?

The glass door opened, and he
came in, naked … and fully aroused. I had to suck in my breath when
I saw his cock. It was as thick as a soda can, and probably about
eight inches long.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not
gonna put it in you. I just want you to touch it.” He reached for
my hand and placed it on his rigid member, holding it and gliding
it along his length.

I couldn’t believe what was
happening. I was touching a real, fully erect, huge cock. Oh my
God. I couldn’t even wrap my fingers around it.

“Do you want me to just glide it
between your legs? I won’t put it in, I promise.”

“I’m scared, daddy. What if it
slides in? It’s kind of slippery in here.”

“Just turn around, baby. Stand
here, against the wall. If I glide it from the back to the front,
it won’t slip into your pussy. I promise.”

I followed his instructions and
spread my legs, about shoulder width apart. His massive cock probed
between my buttocks and slid lower, brushing against my labia and
extending all the way to the clit. It felt unbelievably good. I
grabbed the tip of his cock from the front and pressed it against
my sensitive nub, feeling the thrill going down my spine. Maybe he
could even make me come just by rubbing me like that?

“Oh, daddy, it feels so good. I
wish you could put it inside me.” I’ve been secretly dreaming about
having his cock take my virginity all week. But I still wasn’t
ready.

“I can put it in here, baby.” He
inserted a tip of his finger into my tight rosebud opening, and I
gasped. “That way you’ll still be a virgin. We can have fun, until
you’re ready for more.”

“Really? Is that what people do?
Have sex … in the butt?”

“Sometimes. It’s a lot of fun.
Do you wanna try it?”

“Okay. But if it hurts, promise
me you’ll stop.”

“I promise.” He reached for a
soap and lathered it over his swollen dick. “You just try to relax,
baby. It won’t hurt too much if you don’t clench.”

His cock pushed against my tight
rear opening, and I tried to calm down. I was so nervous.

“It hurts, daddy. Is it supposed
to be like that?”

“It’ll pass quickly. Just let me
put it in a little more.” He kept pushing, and I felt like my
sphincter was on fire.

“Stop it, please. It’s too
much.”

He pulled out, and a wave of
relief overwhelmed me.

“You’re right, I’m probably too
big for you. We will have to use some toys to stretch you out
before I try again with my cock.”

That’s when we heard my mom’s
voice from the front door. “I’m home, where is everyone?”

“Oh, shit. You just stay here in
the shower. I’m gonna go there before she walks back here.”

He ran out, and the rest of the
day went as if nothing happened.

The next morning we all went to
church, but all I could think of during the sermon was his thick
dick inside my tight ass. I kept squirming in my seat, which
annoyed my mom to no end. It was a good thing that Randy was
sitting on the other side of her, otherwise I was afraid I would
probably attempt to touch his crotch.

As soon as the service was over,
I ran out, trying to catch some fresh air. My mom wanted us to stay
and help with some church project, but I couldn’t bear the thought
of it.

“I have to go home, mom. I have
a paper due tomorrow.”

“It’s okay, ladies,” Randy
interjected. “Your mom can stay here, and I’ll take you home.” He
turned to my mother. “Just call me when you’re done, I’ll come pick
you up.”

That’s how we ended up home
alone again, and this time mom wasn’t going to walk in on us,
unannounced.

*****

We were in my bed, naked, after
I begged him to try putting his cock in my ass again. I was dying
to have him fuck me. I didn’t want to wait and use the toys to
train my tight rear hole. I wanted the real deal, my daddy’s dick,
inside me.

He lubed his member with some
baby oil and was now trying to insert his fingers into my rosebud
opening.

“Okay, baby, take a deep breath,
just like that, and relax.” He thrust two finger into my rear
canal. “Good. Now just stay like that, relaxed.” His digits moved
in and out of my ass, and I had to admit, it wasn’t all that
unpleasant. “Now I’m going to put another finger in, okay?”

“Okay, daddy.”

I felt more pressure, and then
the gliding movement again.

“You’re doing great, babygirl.
At this rate, we’re gonna get you stretched big enough for me in no
time.”

He plunged his fingers in and
out a few more times, then pulled them out.

“I’m going to insert just the
tip of my cock now, okay?

“Yes, daddy.” I squeezed my eyes
shut and prepared for the pain.

His thick cock entered me, and
now, even though I felt a lot of pressure, there wasn’t much pain
at all. I just felt stuffed, to the limit.

“You okay, baby?”

I nodded.

“I’m gonna push it in a little
more now.” With that, he rammed his length all the way inside me,
and I cried out. I wasn’t expecting so much of him. He was simply
enormous.

He lay on top of me for a few
seconds, letting me adjust. The pain and the pressure slowly
dissipated, and I felt slow trickles of pleasure run down my spine.
His cock was so thick that the walls of my rectum were spread to
their limits, and the thin divider between my pussy and my anal
canal was now straining too.

“Daddy, I’m okay now. Can you
fuck me? Fuck my tight little ass?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m gonna make you
feel real good when we’re done okay? It might hurt a little, but
you just hang in there. You’ll like it, I promise.”

He straightened his arms to
raise his body above mine and slowly withdrew his cock, almost all
the way out. The walls of my canal pulled behind him, making me
feel all tingly on the inside.

“Oh, daddy, this feel really
good, do it again. Please.”

His cock rammed into me again,
making me gasp, then again, and again. He felt incredible inside
me. My pussy felt it too. His member was so thick that it rubbed
against the thin barrier between my ass and my sex, and the
stimulation inside was bringing me over the edge. I couldn’t
believe I avoided this for so long.

“Fuck me daddy, harder, harder.
Oh, yes. This feels so good. Oh my God.”

He kept plunging into me,
rougher and harder than before, and I could tell my climax was not
too far behind.

“Put your hands on you buttocks,
baby, spread them for me. I wanna see your tight little ass
swallowing my cock.”

I did as he asked, and his
breathing became more ragged, his plunges more erratic. He was
ramming into me so hard now that I thought my bed was going to
break. His last few strokes were relentless, and right before he
cried out, I felt like I was going to explode. My orgasm took over
me, and I shuddered and screamed, while my daddy shot his load into
my rectum.

“Oh, baby, you’re unbelievable.”
He collapsed on top of me and kissed the back of my shoulder.

A few minutes later, my mother
called.

*****

After that, we were pretty much
addicted. He fucked me when he came home from work, since mom
usually arrived after he did. Several times, he fucked me right in
their bed. One time, he picked me up from cheerleading practice,
and we kept playing with each other in the car, anxious to get home
before mother did. When he pulled into the garage, we saw that her
car wasn’t there yet. He had me bend over the hood of his car,
while he lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties. He took my
ass right there, in our garage, with the door still open. We
couldn’t get enough of each other.