Daddy's Dirty Girl: Bred by My Daddy 4 (taboo breeding sex) (3 page)

My daddy slipped another finger beside the
first and dragged it along my front wall. He knew my spot. Stroking
his fingertips against it, every time I writhed, or arched my back,
Peter let out a little bit of a chuckle and went at me again,
again, and again. The tingles grew sweeter and the yearning ache in
my pussy grew stronger until I thought that I would die if he
didn’t shove that big, powerful cock inside me
right
then
.

“Eight minutes,” he said with a voice that
was velvet leather. “Better hurry. I’d hate for my baby girl to
have to go off to class with all this pent up inside her. Gotta let
it out.” He lowered his head again and licked my clit lightly.

Daddy stiffened his tongue and pushed it
against one side of my little pink nib as it peeked out from under
its cover, then the other. Finally he laid the underside of his
tongue against me, stroking that smooth pinkness over mine. His
fingers drove deeper.

“Seven minutes,” he said.

“Pl-please daddy, please fuck me!”

He slipped his little fighter just inside my
ring. All that pressure, all that desire started to bubble up from
somewhere deep in my belly. The red flush between my legs spread up
my body. Sweat beaded in the crinkles of my neck. I looked down at
him, his face blissful as he lapped my pussy.

Suddenly, just as he lifted his face from
between my legs to announce “six minutes” I felt a fluttering,
dancing surge from where he touched his tongue. I guess he felt it,
too.

“That’s right baby, that’s right. Come for
your daddy, just like that,” he urged, dragging those fingertips
deep down and then back up. “That’s right, come on these fingers.
Squirt that pussy juice all over me.”

I was close, and we both knew it. Those
gripping, squeezing tensions deep inside me had already started,
but I didn’t want to finish without my daddy’s cock inside me. I
don’t know why, but that’s what I wanted.

“Please stick it in me, please daddy? I want
to feel that big, hard dick in me when I squirt. Please!”

He stood, his naked chest glistening with sex
and sweat. Still pushed up on my elbows, I watched as he held his
cock in his fist, rubbed it up and down me and then drove it
straight in, hard. “Four minutes,” he said with a grunt.

My sopping little pussy stretched around my
daddy’s dick. Every push sent shocks up my spine and tickled the
back of my head. He pistoned in and out so hard, and so deep that
my whole body shook and rubbed against the short carpet on our
living room floor.

Our living room floor
– I still
couldn’t get over that. I lived in bliss since my mom took off to
New York and Peter stayed with me. I never wanted him to go, or
even be away at all. The man who raised me from my awkward teenage
years had shown me what it was to love – and what it was to make
love. I couldn’t...

Spasms in my lower body interrupted my little
emotional interlude. My daddy grasped one of my tits in the palm of
his hand, pinching my nipple between his fingers, teasing it until
my pink flesh pebbled up and little thrills shot down my body.

I felt the waves come. He crashed into me,
then again, and on the third drive inside, he pumped until his
balls slapped against my ass, and all at once, my pussy started to
milk up and down his surging prick. I felt him grow inside me for a
half second, and then erupt. Gasping, moaning and sucking breaths
filled the air between us for a moment, and as a hot little dribble
ran down the line where my thigh met my ass, I screamed out and
completely lost control.

Tiny muscle contractions turned into
desperate, grasping squeezes. I tensed my jaw, gritted my teeth
hard. Then a rush of white, prickling energy rushed over me. In its
wake, every muscle in my body relaxed at once. My daddy was still
hard inside me, his cock still twitching deep. He put his thumb to
my button, pushing it up one side, over the other. Then circles.
Hard, deep, massaging circles as my body gave up the fight.

I grunted something incoherent and a deep,
rumbling moan slipped out of my lips as the convulsions in my pussy
spread up and down my back and a gush of sticky, sweet juice came
covered my daddy’s cock and dripped down his legs.

“Two minutes,” he announced, breathing hard
and smiling.

The breath that I did not realize I was
holding escaped in a whoosh. Peter threw the panties, bra, jeans
and t-shirt that he had wrestled me out of a few minutes ago and
grinned as he watched me dress.

***

“My little girl’s first day of class. Well,
okay, first day of second year of classes after a baby-hiatus, I
guess. How about that. What do you have today?”

Throwing my arms around his neck and giving
him a big, deep kiss just felt like the right thing to do. Without
Peter, none of this – the baby, my school, this beautiful house –
none of it was possible.

It really wouldn’t be possible, would it?

Suddenly, a case of nerves overwhelmed
me.

“Okay Davis is still sleeping, but you
remember when to feed him, right? You remember that he takes a
bottle in about an hour? And also you can call my cell number in
case something happens? The doctor’s number is on the fridge and I
think the number for the police and fire department and...”

He just started laughing. That resonant,
wonderful laugh he’s got that makes my head swim.

“Baby girl, I know a thing or two about
taking care of little kids. Especially ones I’ve been feeding and
putting diapers on for... what? His whole life, I think? It’ll be
fine, I promise.”

Daddy took me by the hand and led me to the
door whereupon he handed me a backpack, a fancy new pen, and a
little paper sack.

“What’s this?”

“Pickle loaf. You like that, right? I also
put pimento cheese on there. Just like you like it. Oh and some
horseradish.”

Instinctually, I wrinkled my nose.

“You’re... serious, aren’t you?” I had to
giggle a little.

“You’ll find out, won’t you? Hurry up, bus
will be at the stop in a couple minutes and you have a block to
run.”

With that, he gave me a playful swat on the
behind and pushed me out the door. I trotted down to the end of the
sidewalk, looked back, and almost started crying when I saw him
looking out the window after me.

I waved.

“What did I ever do to deserve this?” I asked
a hubcap on my way to the bus stop. “What did I ever do?” The
hubcap didn’t answer, but if it did, I think the answer would have
been ‘don’t worry, just go with it.’

That, I decided, was good advice.

Chapter Three

School was school. That first day where you
go around to all your classes – in my case, Medieval History,
Organic Chemistry, Physics II and Calculus II back-to-back – and
the professor reads the syllabus, tells you he doesn’t care much
whether you attend class as long as you don’t distract the other
students, and then off you go. I knew it was going to be a fairly
brutal schedule, but I wanted to be home as much as possible with
Davis and my daddy, so I arranged all my classes for two days a
week. Long days, but it was for the best.

Everything just sort of chugged along until
Physics, which was early afternoon. Right before class, I ate the
sandwich Peter packed for me, which was a very sensible turkey
breast and cheese, rather than the pimento cheese nightmare he
concocted. All I could think about was him.

Sitting outside the sciences building and
nibbling at my lunch, I remembered the way his tongue slipped
between my folds, how he shoved his fingers inside my sloppy little
pussy and dragged them along that spot that made me shiver. I
imagined his cock driving deep inside...

“Liz? Hey, Liz is that you?”

A voice which I could not immediately place
broke my little fantasy. I was kind of irritated. Looking around, I
still didn’t notice anyone.

“Liz! Over here!”

I turned in the direction of the voice, and
my eyes settled on the front door of the building where I had class
in a few minutes.
Who the hell is yelling at me? Who even knows
me here?

Trying to recall any males with a similar
voice drew a blank. I had kept mostly to myself during my year at
the university, and couldn’t remember anyone with a voice like the
one that kept calling my name. I briefly considered insanity as an
option, but realized that couldn’t be it when I finally saw him –
Nathan.

Memories came quick. Nathan was my lab
partner in Chemistry during my first attempt at college. As he came
into view, hopping off the building’s raised porch, I was
surprised. I remembered him being a lot heavier. I was a little
ashamed to admit that his unkempt appearance was the first thing I
recalled. In the past, he had messy hair and one of those beards
that grew too far down his neck.

“Liz!” he shouted again, as he drew
closer.

Time had been good. He wasn’t big, but I
could see the lines of curved muscles under his shirt. He was only
a tiny bit taller than me, and his youthful face was shaved clean.
Close cropped dark hair framed his now-chiseled features.
Bemusedly, I realized that he looked a little bit like Peter,
albeit a lot younger and less striking.

“Hey! Where have you been? Long time, no
see!” he said.

“Whoa, hold on – first, look at you, Nathan,”
I paused and looked him up and down. He didn’t seem to mind, until
I spoke. “You look
great
.” I had to giggle inwardly a little
when he blushed.

“Uh, thanks,” he stammered, “you… uh, you do
too. But what’s different about that. You always... er... Ah, God,
I feel like a jackass.”

“Oh, no, no, no I’m sorry. Don’t feel stupid.
It was sweet.” I bit my lip and looked at the ground. I felt
anxious. He might as well have been a different person – a really
good looking one.
He remembers me, has no idea about the baby
and still thinks I’m pretty. He even looks like Peter, and gives me
the same butterflies.

Peter treated me like royalty, and told me
how gorgeous I was about fifteen times a day. Somehow though,
hearing that from someone else made it seem more real. Before Davis
I always felt sexy, but everything had changed since the pregnancy.
I still religiously hit the gym, still ate really well and all
that, but for the past year, I felt isolated. As good as my daddy
and the baby were it just seemed like we were living on an island.
Hearing the same things that Peter had been telling me, from
someone else, it felt
really
good.

“Anyway, call me Nate,” he said, “I quit
going by Nathan when I took up boxing. I dunno, one of those
psychological hitches, you know? I felt like when I was still
Nathan, I had a lot more connections to the old me than I wanted.
So, it’s Nate. New man, new name, right?” He winked and
grinned.

Chin still near my chest, I looked up at him.
“What do you mean, new man? What’s so different?” I playfully
prodded him in the arm.

“Well, it wasn’t just the weight. I was kind
of a wuss. Life was passing me by, you know? Took up boxing, gave
up all the moping and self-pity, and here we are. Talking to a
gorgeous girl. You wouldn’t have got five words out of me a year
ago.”

His candor was surprisingly refreshing. I
could never do that.

I guess talking about losing a few pounds,
taking up a new sport and getting confident is a little different
than having a baby with your mom’s husband. Would he still think
all these great things about me if he knew the truth?

“Sure,” I said, “Nate it is. Well hey; I have
to get to class. Starts in a few minutes. See you around?”

“Oh, definitely. Say, what class is it? Can’t
be Physics II with... uh... I can’t read his name. Something German
looking. Sh-sh-sh-shwansh? I donno.”

I had to laugh. “Oh, yeah looks like it is.
Don’t worry, I can’t pronounce it either. Hopefully he’ll tell us
how.”

***

Class was unremarkable, but both Nate and I
noticed that the professor avoided pronouncing his own name;
something we had quite a laugh about afterwards. And then, the
thing I had not even realized I was absolutely terrified of
happening, happened.

“Hey, Liz, you want to hang out sometime?
Just for, I donno, coffee or a drink?”

He had a charming smile, just like Peter’s.
He must also have been intuitive. He noticed my balking.

“Oh, no worries. I’ll bet you’re really busy.
But hey – invitation is open. If you ever change your mind, just
let me know. Hell, we can even just meet up before class if that’s
more your speed. No pressure.” He said, adorable grin still in
place.

“Th-thanks, Nate. Really, I appreciate it.” I
replied.

I really
did
like him. And that felt a
little wrong. It seemed like he meant he wanted to hang out as
friends, but I wasn’t so sure that’s all
I
wanted. Even if
it was only a friendly cup of coffee, how could I explain my living
situation without scaring him off?

Just too much, too soon, I thought,
especially on my first day of the new, normal life. Maybe I just
wasn’t ready for a friend.

“Wait a minute,” I said in spite of myself as
he was gathering his things, “I really do want to hang out
sometime. I’d like to catch up. It’s just... well, a lot has
happened this past year. A
lot
. It’s hard for me to even
understand it myself, much less explain it to anyone. Give me some
time, okay? I promise I’ll take you up on it soon.”

He nodded, with that same easy smile on his
face.

“I was serious too,” he said, “no worries.
Anytime you like, we’ll have a blast! Don’t feel like you have to
explain anything to me. The new Nate, he doesn’t judge
anybody.”

I nodded and realized that for some reason,
Nate’s gentleness and caring had almost made me break down in
tears. I knew I needed to be careful not to unload on this poor guy
and terrify him. But, he seemed to be so genuine that I wasn’t
terribly worried.