Bred By My Daddy (Taboo breeding sex) (2 page)

When our tongues danced back and forth –
first in his mouth, then in mine – everything seemed right. Like
this is how it was supposed to be, if that makes any sense. Daddy’s
hand left my hair and traced a light line down the middle of my
back, stopping tentatively before my waistline. He slipped his hand
under the back of my shirt and rested it on the part of my back
just before my ass. I felt him draw tickling little circles on my
skin. I craned my neck again and pried my tongue back between his
lips, running it along his bottom teeth, tasting his breath.

Suddenly, a switch seemed to flick in his
brain.

“I... I’ve wanted you for years,” he said in
an urgent whisper, “but I felt terrible. It ate at me, but I
wouldn’t give in. Felt like some kind of pervert. But it’s you,
too? You feel the same way?”

Something flashed in those dark eyes of his
and before I could answer, he kissed me hard again and lifted me
off the ground, one thigh in each of his hands. My legs wrapped
around his waist, Peter carried me to the couch across the room. He
sat me gently down and as soon as I was out of his arms, he jerked
my hips forward so that my slit pressed against his cock, and slid
his hands up my back under my shirt.

“Your skin, it’s just so soft. I’ve always
thought your back was beautiful, but feeling it... just, you’re
just incredible, Liz.”

I can see why my mom fell for this guy, I
thought, drawing a quick breath as my daddy’s cock grinded my clit.
The layers of clothes between us almost weren’t there. It felt like
I was actually riding him, sliding bareback against his thick, hard
dick. I knew I couldn’t wait very long. I just had to have him. The
hands underneath my shirt, warming the skin on my back and gently
kneading the muscles, sent little chills up and down my spine and
when he grabbed the back of my hair and gave me an experimental
tug, I groaned a low, sex-charged sound. No one had ever done that
before. For the first time that day, but nowhere near the last, I
was glad my daddy was the first.

I pushed my hips up against him, vaguely
aware that pussy juice was starting to slick me up, to get me ready
for my daddy’s dick. I used him like a vibrator; I turned my hips
in quick circles and then straight up and down. Each time his cock
went to the stop of my slit, a pulse shook the muscles in my
abdomen, tingles from my clit shot out over my belly.

“Please daddy, please fuck me, I can’t take
it anymore!” I cried out, surprising myself. I mean, it was true,
but I never thought I’d actually say something like that.

“Not yet, I want to make you want this cock
so bad it hurts. You’re gonna get it though, don’t worry.”

With that, he reached down and popped the
button of his jeans. His cock was straining so hard against the
zipper that his pants unzipped on their own, until a wonderfully
smooth, dick sprang out and pointed directly at me.

I reached down and stroked him, gingerly at
first, with just my fingertips. Against the wetness of my crotch,
which he could now feel, this thing felt like magic. I wrapped both
hands around his shaft and gave him a tug that made him groan a
little. I kept jerking him with one hand while I explored every
inch that I could with the other. The rigid shaft, the rim around
his head, the line running up it, the round tip, and then I found
his favorite place – the little line underneath his glans.

“Please, yes baby, right there,” he sighed as
I squeezed him harder near his balls and rotated my thumb slowly on
that tiny place. I pressed his tool to the bare skin on my belly
when he pushed my shirt up, and imagined it was inside me. As I
pumped him and massaged him, I raised up my hips so I could feel
his balls rest on me. That heavy heat, lying right on my asshole,
made me – somehow – want him even more than I did already.

I was so whipped up by now that I had
completely forgotten something rather important. I had never been
fucked before. I knew, pretty much, that it was supposed to hurt
and if you fucked a high school boy it was bad sex. Past those two
points, I was pretty much a clean slate. I wasn’t worried about it
not feeling good, because, well, I was grinding my daddy’s cock
head against my cuntbutton and it felt so good I was already about
to cum. The pain though, was different. I had used a dildo before,
a pretty big one, as well as a few different vibrators, but nothing
as big as Peter’s cock. Nowhere near.

Those thoughts quickly faded away as soon as
Peter lifted my shirt off above my head.

“That’s not much of a bra,” he remarked,
looking at my breasts which were barely held in place by
black-and-purple polka dot cups. He reached around with one hand,
undid my hook and slid the other hand down my belly, pressing his
cock against my clit. When he made those little strokes that had me
so close to cumming already, I noticed that the skin on my nipples
had puckered.

“Oh my God,” he said, “they’re perfect. Just
like the rest of you. You’re perfect, Liz.”

I just blushed. Blushed. I had the guy’s cock
jammed between my pussy lips and was topless, but a little
compliment made me blush.

He leaned in close, traced a circle around my
nipple with the tip of his tongue and then sucked my achingly
sensitive peak into his mouth. Sucks and tongue trails matched the
speed of the increasingly hard pumps he was making with his cock. I
was so sopping wet he could have just thrown off my pants, draped
me over the armrest of the couch and drove that cock straight in,
but he was intent on making me wait.

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 slick 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.