Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (8 page)

He pulls back again, and repeats
the motion, delving in only a few inches before spearing me deep,
getting me used to what a man feels like.

His deep, gruff moans fill the
air along with my own girlish gasps and squeals, the two of us
making love for the first time. It was magical… wrong, but oh so
magical. And he forces his eyes open to look at me, rocking his
body still as he picks up his pace, then leans in and kisses me
again on the lips.

Our tempo builds, and I feel him
bulging in me thicker, stretching my little cunny around his big
daddy dick, and I feel so amazing.

“I’ve never been with a woman as
fine as you, baby girl,” he husks as the slap of our flesh together
grows, the wetness of my cunny adding that moist slap to the air.
His corded muscle is rippling, and he’s grunting between moans. “I
haven’t been with a woman in so long… I’m gonna fill you up so
much, baby. You want daddy to do that?”

“Yes!” I scream before I can
stop myself. Before morals or taboos or anything can occur in my
mind. I just need him, and when he starts picking up speed, fucking
me harder and faster, I drop my fingers between us to find that
little bud that he’d been licking.

It was still vibrating with
need, and I touch myself, sparks going through my entire body.

But daddy was having none of
that! And he took my hand by the wrist, wrenched it away and
pressed his big thumb in its place, circling my clit better than I
even could.

“Cum on daddy’s cock sweetie.
Cum right on it and I’ll reward you with a big, creamy load,” he
says, grunting as his muscles twitch, and the sound of his heavy
balls slapping against my ass stop as he nears his climax. He’s
getting so close, I can feel it, holding back to wait for me as he
works my body into a frenzy.

I’m so close to the brink
already, and he’s daring me over. To just let go of all my
inhibitions and worries, to trust that he knows what’s right for
his little girl. My body arches as he touches me so expertly, his
thumb gliding over my clit, making me sing out.

I’m not a virgin anymore, not
his innocent little good girl. But I know he’s proud anyways, and
as he rubs me in those circles, my face contorts, and he must be
watching really carefully because he repeats the motion that nearly
does me in. Again, then again, and all of a sudden, there are
fireworks behind my eyes and I scream.

“Daddy! I’m cumming again!”

He releases such a relieved
sigh, and the tension drains from his muscular body all at
once.

“Me too baby,” he says, and he
pounds into me, that big cock twitching and swelling, until he’s
thrusting in deep with the tip of his cock spurting its thick,
virile seed inside me. It’s so careless and crazy, but he’s doing
it… to me, his little girl. Filling me up with all that cum as he
grunts and groans wildly, like a beast out of control.

It’s so primal, so forbidden,
but I don’t care. My mind is blank and holds room only for the
intense pleasure that’s ripping through me, making my toes curl and
my muscles tense and then release. I scream again as he thrusts
into me too deep, holding me there as he makes me take his entire
length, all of his cock as it throbs and pumps into me.

“Daddy!” I cry again, but I’m
grinding against him like a wild minx, pinned beneath him. I have
nowhere to go, but it feels so damn good.

“Sweetie!” he cries in return,
as he bucks against me, spurting the last of his seed into the wave
of honey that flowed from my cunny, coating his cock, his balls,
the two of us a mess as we found our climaxes together. It seemed
to last so long, until finally, daddy bends over me, huffing and
puffing as the last few squirts of his rich seed fill me up.

Those big, handsome eyes of his
open a crack, and he looks right at me. I worry for a second that
now the regret will sink in, but he smiles at me, leans in and
kisses me again, deeply, passionately. It lasts so long too until
finally he breaks away.

“You make me feel like a young
buck again, baby,” and he brings one hand up, to cup and stroke my
cheek.

My eyes flutter shut, and my
lips part as I take it all in. My dreamlike state remains, and I’m
wrapped in his arms, the smell of our sex mingling with his
cologne, the brief hint of my suntan oil. It’s like my own personal
paradise, and I wrap my arms around him, wanting nothing more than
to feel his hard, naked body against mine.

*****

Oh, daddy laid with me a long
while then. There’s more to tell, for sure. He wasn’t lying about
my making him feel so young again because it wasn’t long before he
was stiff as a board and fucking me on his bed a second time.

But that was all just the start,
really.

I did what daddy suggested, I
decided to give college a pass. At least for now. And stay with
him, enjoy the beautiful sun and luxury of our home. I mean, it
really was ours now. It felt like a whole new place, when I had the
freedom to do what I want. Topless sunbathing wasn’t reserved for
when daddy was away anymore, for instance.

But there’s so much more on my
mind, like —

“What are you thinking about,
baby?” came daddy’s deep husk as his arms went around me, those two
hands of his coming up to cup my bare breasts as I stood in the sun
in the back of our spacious yard, secluded and away from prying
eyes. My breasts were already a little fuller from my pregnancy,
and he enjoyed them for what they were, kneading them softly as his
lips kissed up my shoulder, along my neck, only to nibble at my
ear.

I giggle softly as I tilt my
head, letting the golden hair fall away from my throat and give him
access to it. I decided against the boob job, too. Surgery wasn’t
safe for the baby, and really, getting pregnant was already making
them larger.

He pinches the erect nipple and
I moan, my body so tuned into his sexual desires, responding
without any concern for properness. Maybe I like it, a bit. Well, a
lot. I mean, he’s the one guy I shouldn’t ever have, but he’s also
the one person I know would never leave me, never hurt me.

“Nothin’ much, daddy. You’re
home from work early again,” I say with a soft giggle again, as he
teases my nipple with a light tweak, before letting his hand stroke
down over my belly, just the slightest sign of a baby bump
forming.

“I just can’t stay away from
you, sweetie,” he says, and it’s true too. He’s taken off from work
entirely or at least early, every day since we consummated our
love. “I just love you too damn much,” he says sincerely.

I smile, my eyes looking out
over the warm sun, the sparkling pool, and feel his heat behind me.
His cock throbs along my ass, and I wriggle against him a bit,
teasingly. Wantonly.

“I missed you, daddy.”

He doesn’t even need to say the
words for me to know the feeling’s mutual. The thick, throbbing
shaft lodged betwixt my ass cheeks tells me all I need to know.

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His Brat’s Fertile First Time – Avril: Taboo
: “I need
you so bad… none of those other women are doin’ it for me. None of
‘em can take my mind off of you for so much as a moment.”

She didn’t know why it was such a turn on for her to hear
the
man of the house
being with another woman. Why did it made her mind so hazy
and her body so hot and wet? But Avril can’t help herself. She has
the most forbidden desires for Cyril.
And when she sees him all dressed up, ready for another night on
the town with some random woman, Avril can’t let him go... Not
without taking her
innocence, raw and
unprotected
.
With only a month to go before she leaves, she throws caution to
the wind. Pleasuring herself so loud, he couldn't help but
hear.

Don’t
You Dare Pull Out, Part 1 – L. Hannover

I’d always heard that the sex
dries up after you get married, but this was ridiculous.

My wife, Tess, and I had only
been married for six months, but we’d already settled into a
pattern—more like a rut!—of getting up, going to work, falling
asleep in front of the TV after dinner, and maybe having sex on
Saturday night.

People always say it’s the man
who loses interest. I’ll tell you, it’s not true for me. I’m always
aroused, especially when Tess comes home wearing her business suit,
her hair up, looking like she’s just waiting for someone to tear
her clothes off and fuck her. But usually when I try to get
something started, she just gives me a little smile and tells me
she’s tired and that she has to get up early for work the next
morning.

So I smile back and, like a
dutiful husband, go take
another
cold shower.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my
wife. And I know she loves me, too. It’s just that, when you’re 45
years old like I am, and you get married to a woman in
her—ahem—
early 40s
who’s already been divorced and has a
kid, you’re not signing up for a life of excitement. What nobody
tells you is that you’re signing up for a life of
routine…comfortable, boring, very un-romantic routine.

Did I mention that she has a
kid? When she was young, Tess gave birth to a daughter—she was
still in college, in fact. Supposedly the daughter’s a good kid, at
least that’s what Tess keeps telling me over and over again. She’s
been bracing me for step-fatherhood for the past month, knowing
that her daughter, Lexie, is about to move back to the United
States to live with us.

For the past year, Lexie has
been living with Tess’s elderly aunt in Malaysia while she was
attending an all girls’ school. Studying abroad as a high school
senior. Pretty great consolation prize for your parents splitting
up, right?

But now Lexie’s coming to live
with us for the summer before she heads off to college. I didn’t
ever have any kids of my own—hell, I’d never even been married
before—so I was pretty nervous and didn’t know what to expect when
she showed up. And, to make things even more stressful, Tess
decided to go on a last-minute business trip to the East Coast.
Okay, so it wasn’t really her fault, but I was already stressed out
about meeting my wife’s kid, and now I had to jump into
step-fatherhood all on my own. Some guys have all the luck,
right?

I headed to the airport to pick
Lexie up, trying to figure out what the hell we could talk about on
the ride back home. High school? College? Music?

She’s gonna think I’m really
old and boring
, was all I kept saying to myself.

I’d seen a picture of her, but
it was from a few years ago, and she looked really young—just a
brace-face kid. I didn’t know what she’d look like now, so I made a
little sign that said “Lexie,” and stood near the baggage claim
waiting for her to come down the escalator.

The flight must have been full
of models because the only kind of women that were coming down this
escalator were sexy, tight-bodied hotties. And I would’ve loved to
fuck each and every one of them! But I managed to stay focused and
kept watching for Lexie until one of the model girls walked right
up to me and said, “Hi!”

“Hi,” I responded, nervously.
This girl was a 10. Hell, a 10+! She had on short shorts that
showed off her long, shapely legs, and a tight top that showed off
her incredible stomach and made her tits look like they might just
burst out and hug me themselves.

She stood there smiling at me
with her big eyes that seemed to glow underneath a canopy of
flowing, sandy-blonde hair. She sort of swayed side to side the way
girls used to do in the movies, looking terribly innocent…and
terribly fuckable.

Ordinarily—that is to say,
before I was married to Tess—I would’ve been all over a girl like
this, especially since she’d shown interest by coming up and
talking to me. But right now I had other things on my mind. I was
meeting my step-daughter any minute now, and I needed to stay
focused!

“Listen,” I told her. “You’re
gorgeous, and you seem like a very sweet young lady, but I’m
waiting for my step-daughter, so I can’t really stand around and
chat right now.”

This made the 10+ throw her head
back and laugh for a moment. I snuck another peek at her tits and
her stomach while she was laughing. Damn, this girl was sexy. She
punched my shoulder lightly.

“You’re hilarious!” she said.
And then, after a pause, “Frank! It’s me, Lexie!”

Holy shit! What kind of an
idiot am I?

“Of course,” I said, my face
turning beet red with embarrassment. “Lexie, so nice to meet you.”
I reached out to hug her, but she leaned over to set her bag down,
and I ended up with one hand on her back on one right on her
ass.

God…could this moment be any
more embarrassing?

I was about to apologize, but
Lexie just laughed and reached back, playfully slapping my
hand.

“Oh, Frank, naughty, naughty”
she said, “We’re off to a great start, aren’t we?”

“Right, sorry about that. Here,
let me carry your bag for you.”

“Who says chivalry’s dead?” she
teased me.

*****

Back in the truck driving home,
I tried to focus again.

This girl is your
step-daughter, Frank. You can’t be checking out her tits!
Accidentally feeling her ass! Pull it together, man!

We talked for a bit about her
flight, and she told me that she’d enjoyed her last semester of
high school. She’d gotten straight A’s, was always a top student,
and had gotten into a great college, where she would start in three
months. But all those accolades weren’t enough to satisfy her.