Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (21 page)

“Can you see that I’m wet for
you, Daddy?” she asked when his head was in between her legs.

“Daddy can see, baby.” He
slipped her sodden panties up her legs, before letting it dangle
off one foot. She returned her feet to the bed, bared to him now,
completely and utterly naked. She watched as he looked at her sex,
saw the hunger in his face, and then he was lowering himself, and
she was raising her hips to meet him.

The first touch was electric.
Her womanhood had been so starved of attention that the initial
stimulation of his wet tongue against her bulging clitoris was like
a jolt of electric sensation thrilling through her.

“Yes,” she moaned as he began to
slowly lap at her clit, teasing it from left to right. He ran his
tongue up and down the sides of her slit, in between her inner and
outer lips. It was tantalizing and teasing, and left her panting
for more.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “Don’t
tease me.”

But he didn’t listen. He
continued to give her fleeting glimpses of pleasure, dragging his
tongue up her slit once, playfully plucking at her nubbin, and
circling his finger at her entrance, but never dipping more than
one knuckle inside her.

Mara panted and pleaded, bucked
her hips wildly, desperately wanting her Daddy to please her, to
get her there. It was now turn for her hands to find the back of
his head, and she held him against her sex, her lust boiling within
her.

She could tell that he sensed
it, because a moment later his teasing was over, and he was
slipping his finger inside her, pushing and massaging her upper
wall. His mouth was over her clit, and he was manipulating the
little bud expertly.

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she groaned,
grinning uncontrollably. It felt so fucking good! She couldn’t
believe she was doing this with her step-father. She couldn’t
believe the depths of emotion she was feeling toward him.

How had she hidden this from
herself?

He slipped a second finger
inside her, and began to massage her g-spot in rhythmic circles.
“Yes, Daddy!” she cried. She had been so wound up, she found
herself already racing toward oblivion.

“Yes, Daddy!” she echoed. He was
eating her like it was his last time ever. He was lapping at her,
as though he were tasting the best thing he had ever tasted.

“You taste so good, baby,” he
groaned, and the vibrations from his voice pushed her just a little
closer to the edge.

“Keep doing, Daddy, keep doing,”
she whimpered, and he obliged. He sped up his fingering, timed it
to the laps of her clit, and she was in bliss, soaring toward
ecstasy.

“Oh, shit, Daddy, oh shit!” She
felt her body tighten up, she knew she was nearly there, nearly
past the point of no return. God, her Daddy was good at this.

She let herself get right up to
that point, almost passing it, before she pushed his head away from
her. She moaned loudly, wondering if she had left it too late, but
was pleased when she hadn’t.

“Daddy,” she said to him, biting
a lip. “I want to come when you’re inside me. It’ll be my first,
and your’s, too.”

“Okay, baby,” he said, nodding.
She could tell he was pleased. He lowered himself on top of her,
and they shared a kiss, this time less urgent, gentler.

She could feel the tip of his
manhood pressing against her entrance, and she smiled at him,
biting her lip. “Make love to me, Daddy.”

He pushed his bell inside her,
and Mara was instantly overwhelmed with sensation. She dug her
nails into his back, her eyes shut involuntarily. God, he was
fucking huge!

“It hurts a little,” she moaned.
“Go slow.” He did. He inched inside her, bit by bit, her
near-dripping womanhood ready to take in his large and girthy rod.
In moments, the slight sting she felt from her stretching was gone,
and she saw that he had buried himself in her to the hilt.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said,
nodding. She looked at him, touched his face and he did hers.
“Okay,” she repeated.

He withdrew his manhood slowly,
and she was once again bathed in sensory overload. She’d never felt
anything like this, even when she had three of her own fingers
inside her. This was just… something different.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moaned as he
began to push himself back inside her again. He was gentle and
gradual, easing into it, and she loved that. He wasn’t like the
boys she’d been with, all-in-out for twenty-two seconds, all clumsy
and impatient. This man knew how to have sex.

“You feel good, baby?” he asked,
and she nodded furiously, gripping onto his shoulders.

“Harder,” she whispered, and he
grinned at her. He switched gears, began to fuck her with more
intensity, and Mara pressed her face into his shoulder, biting his
hard muscle. It was all she could do not to scream at the top of
her lungs. The neighbors would surely hear that.

She found that the more he
fucked her, the more she wanted, and she ground her hips upward to
meet his with each of his thrusts. He cock was angled upward and
impacting her g-spot, and she could feel that he was burying his
full length inside her over and over again.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” she cried as
he made love to her with even more fervor. She could feel herself
spiraling out of control, the pleasure threatening to turn into
ecstasy at any instant. It was as though she was already there, and
was simply waiting for her body to catch up and plunge her into a
pool of utter bliss.

She kissed him hungrily, moaning
into his mouth, feeling his breath wash over her. She held onto the
back of his head, eye shut and faced bunched up with each time he
bottomed out inside her.

And then he was pulling out of
her, leaving her feeling an emptiness she had never fathomed.
“Daddy, wait!” she cried, but when she realized what he was doing,
she nodded. He had wrapped his hands around her hips, and was
guiding her over. She turned, so that she was lying flat against
the bed, her back toward him.

“Daddy, I’m going to come
quickly,” she panted at him.

“Me too, baby.”

“Come together with me.”

“I will, baby.” He pushed her
thighs together before spreading her bum so that he could guide
himself inside her waiting canal. She clutched at the sheets as he
entered her, the sensation even more powerful now. She knew that in
this position she was tighter, but she hadn’t anticipated the
difference.

“Fuck, Daddy, yes!” she moaned
as he slid all the way inside her. He wrapped on of his hands
around her hips until he found her clitoris, where he began to rub
the hood in circles.

“Daddy,” she gasped. “Don’t stop
until you come.”

He began to fuck her, again
starting gradually, gently, but his pace quickened rapidly, and
soon he was plunging himself inside her over and over. It felt as
though every nerve inside her was being stimulated all at once. The
position meant his thick bell-end rubbed against her g-spot
endlessly, and Mara was already there, already the edge.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned. His
fingers were expert on her clit, working her bundle of nerves with
deft precision.

“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned again.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck—” Her voice gurgled out; she could no longer
speak. Her body tightened up, rigid, and she lifted her hips
slightly off the bed, pressing her bum into his abdomen with each
of her Daddy’s thrusts inside her.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy, don’t stop,
don’t stop!” And he didn’t. He drove himself into her, fingered her
clitoris, and she was right on the precipice.

And then she was soaring. Her
body convulsed, her fists balled, her toes curled, and she was in
ecstasy, her senses lost to rapture.

“Ooohhhh!” she screamed, orgasm
rocking her body, thrilling through her every nerve, igniting her
womanhood and radiating through her body like an explosion within
her.

She screamed as he drove her
through it, his thrusting not stopping, his fingering not ceasing,
and in that moment she climaxed again, this orgasm so unexpected,
so intense, that it almost hurt.

“Daddy!” she shrieked, before
she felt his body grow rigid, before she heard him groan. “Come
inside me, Daddy!”

She felt his cock twitch inside
her, felt his entire length grow impossibly thicker, and then he
was groaning, his thrusts shallow, his body shaking, and he was
unloading himself for all he was worth inside her. She wasn’t sure
about it, but Mara thought she could almost feel his hot and sticky
seed filling her up.

And then it was over. He lowered
himself onto her. She was panting and he was heaving, and sweat
lined their two bodies.

They lay together, unmoving, and
not speaking, for perhaps minutes. She could feel that he was still
hard inside her, and every small switch of his cock sent her
shivering, her sex now hypersensitive.

She pushed up against him, and
he rolled off her, his cock still as hard as it was before he had
fucked her. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, and she sent
a hand down in between her legs, rubbing her fingers into it
briefly.

Mara rolled over onto her side,
leaning against her Daddy. They looked at each other for a minute,
maybe more, smiling.

“Daddy,” she eventually
said.

“Yeah, baby.”

“That was amazing.”

“It was double that for me,
Mara.”

She touched his abs with her
fingers, leaving a glistening trail of his cum on them. “When you
said you loved me, did you mean it?”

“I did, baby.”

“I mean, mean it like that.”

“Yeah. I meant it like
that.”

“So did I, you know.”

“I know,” he said, kissing her
on the lips. “But I have to admit, I’m not really sure what we do
now.”

“I got an idea,” Mara chirped.
She grabbed his cock. “You’re still hard.”

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CumSwapping Sisters – Cheri Verset

I turned off the shower as the
water began to turn cool. I grabbed the terrycloth towel which was
already moist from the previous user, my mother. I didn’t care, I
would use it. Our trailer was small and only had one bathroom.

“Danielle, come blow your daddy,
I’m gonna be late for work!”

I groaned and rolled my eyes.
“I’m in the shower!” I yelled back through the closed door which,
given the quality of the materials used in the fabrication of the
trailer, might as well not have existed.

My mom didn’t argue back. She
knew I had heard and she knew I would comply. I heard her drive
away a few seconds later. This totally sucked as I had planned on
studying this morning. I went to the community college nearby and
had a test on Monday. I needed to ace it if I was ever going to
transfer to a real university.

If I was ever going to move out
of this crappy trailer park.

I took my time drying myself as
I stepped out of the bathtub/shower combo. I caught a reflection in
the mirror above the sink. There I was, naked as a jaybird. Far
from me the idea of bragging but I wasn’t bad looking.

I wasn’t super tall – just
average, I guess – but my figure had always caused envy within my
circle of friends. I had well-defined hips and my boobs had come in
at an early age. Now they were heavy Ds which never failed to get
boys’ attention. My pussy was hairless because I had made the
mistake of shaving it once; I had to keep it smooth now otherwise
it itched like crazy.

I left the room and crossed the
distance to my room. I was still completely naked but that was
normal in our family. We were practically nudists, minus the
volleyball. Once in my room, I put on a pair of ass-hugging cotton
shorts as well as a tight tank top. I didn’t bother with shoes or
underwear.

Rolling my eyes at the boring
task ahead of me, I trudged toward the master suite. I opened the
door and found my stepfather sitting up in bed with his legs
stretched out, ankles crossed over the covers. He looked up at me
and smiled.

“Morning, sunshine!”

“Hey, Richard.”

“Call me, daddy. You know that’s
what I prefer. Come in, come in!”

So I did.

“Mom said you need me this
morning.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why but I’m
having the biggest hard-on I’ve had in years. You’d be a doll to
take care of it for me. Your mother didn’t have time this
morning.”

I climbed on the bed, kneeling
next to my stepdad. He’d been on disability since that accident at
the factory. He’d regained most of his strength but one of the
lingering side effects was his increased libido. The doctor had
recommended frequent ejaculation and my mom had gotten us involved
in his recovery.