Daddy's Dirty Girl: Bred by My Daddy 4 (taboo breeding sex) (5 page)

Another drip of oil between his hands and he
slid them up, over my hamstrings and back down. Finally, his thumbs
pressed against either side of my groin and it felt so good I
almost screamed. Slick and warm from the oil, he pressed hard and
worked his thumbs along the sides of my lips and up until they met
below my asshole.

Down and backwards on the same path his
fingers went, still deep in my muscles. I felt my folds separate
and his thumbs push deeper, stimulating muscles that I didn’t know
I had. Again, another long, slow, deep press brought him back to
the top, right below my ring.

“Does that feel good?” he whispered.

I didn’t bother to answer. He already knew
what I was going to say.

“This pussy smells so sweet, baby girl.” I
felt his tongue brush against me, down one side then up the other.
“So sweet. Mmm...” His moaning vibrated against me, sending little
thrills up along my spine.

In short back-and-forth motions, he flicked
his tongue over my slit and dipped inside every so often. He put a
hand on either side of my body and lowered himself onto my back,
covering me with his warmth. There he stayed for a few short
moments, but as badly as I wanted him to fuck my brains out, it was
incredible to be completely covered with him, his security. I
pushed my ass up, trying to stroke at the tool between my legs, but
Peter got away before I could manage, and went back to licking and
rubbing.

I thought I was going to keel over dead by
the time he got around to doing something with his fingers besides
massaging. Having him stretch my pussy out first with one, then
with a second finger made me, again, try to grind up against him
and drive them deeper.

As he pushed his two fingers in and out of
me, he pulled me to my knees, and slipped a finger between my lips.
I sucked, hard, on it and made sure it was nice and wet. I had an
idea what he might’ve been planning for that digit, and the
anticipation of it circling inside my asshole made me suck and lick
as though I was working on his cock.

The two fingers he had in my pussy turned in
ever widening rotations, always lingering on my favorite spots.
Peter curled them, one after the other, slowly dragging them across
my front wall. One of his fingers slipped out of my hole, then the
second.

He took his hand from where it caressed my
face and slid his wet finger down my spine, leaving a cool
trail.

Then, he kissed me again, between the
legs.

I let my shoulders sag and relaxed my upper
body on the sheets.

Peter ran his tongue from my clit all the way
down my pussy in a slow, fat lick, and then breathed on me. The
warmth from his breath mixed with my eagerness for what I knew was
about to happen was enough to set me off. For a half-second, I felt
the little flutters in my snatch that always preceded my
climax.

I tensed my body, and the feeling passed.

Another lick came. Slow, careful and
pleasing. That time, he dipped his tongue just inside my pussy and
gave my inside a little taste. Again, I felt him moan between my
legs.

Again, his breath caressed my sex for a
moment.

His fingers entered me, and then almost at
the same time, I felt his tongue dance a circle around my asshole
and then across. My pucker clenched up at the surprise and I
suddenly felt anxious for a second.

“Oh wow, Liz... my baby girl is sweet all
over,” he said. “All over.” And then circled my hole again as he
pushed his fingers deeper, curling them against my spot.

My daddy always knows
just
what to
say.

Another tickling circle and then he touched
my ring with the tip of his tongue, right in the center. His
fingers went deeper in my pussy, and he started to spread them,
then bring them back together, just like he always did when he was
getting his little girl ready for his big daddy dick.

A soft moan slipped out between my lips as
his tongue tip peeked inside my ass, just barely pushing past my
tight little ring. Peter drove his fingers deep enough so that he
could trace circles around my clit with his thumb. Pushed my folds
apart, he lightly brushed over top of my button, and then did made
a path around before massaging it once more.

Already, I was a breathless mess.

And then he pressed with his tongue. The
tingles between my legs turned, almost immediately, into pulses.
Hard, clenching, wonderful pulses that I felt so deep inside I
thought they came from my belly.

Deeper he pushed his tongue, so deep that I
felt his evening stubble against my cheeks.

So good! So, so good, so good! The only thing
that could possibly be better is...

Reading my mind, he wrestled a third finger
inside my pussy, stretching me at the same time as he ground his
thumb hard against my pussy-nib. My skin prickled when he withdrew
and circled me, then drove it back in again and again and
again.

“Harder!” I screamed, “oh my God harder!
Please! I’m gonna come, oh my God I’m coming!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I
also couldn’t pretend it wasn’t. My cunt squeezed those curling,
spreading fingers, and this time – for the first time – my asshole
clenched tight, pushing Peter’s tongue out.

As my body shook with an orgasmic tremor, he
went back to tracing circles around my asshole and driving his
fingers in, spreading them out, and then pulling them back. I was
so full, that when my first gush of sex juice came, it did in a
dribble down my thighs rather than the normal squirt.

He just kept pumping. Fingers working inside
me, tongue rotating and pushing back inside my ring whenever he
could manage, and before I knew it, I gripped the comforter in my
fists, balling them up and relaxing in time with the convulsions
that wracked my body. A deep, guttural moan came out of me, and as
I lost all control, Peter flipped me over onto my back and stared
right in my eyes.

His dark, smoldering gaze made me want to
keep mine open, but I just couldn’t. Waves of pleasure smacked
heavy against my skin, washing in and out of me, all over me. He
pistoned his fingers and milked out the last of my desperate,
sheet-clenching orgasm before grabbing my thighs and yanking me
bodily to the edge of the bed.

When I looked again, Peter had that hungry,
sex-crazed look on his face that always got me so worked up. I
figured he was just going to drive his cock straight in and fuck me
until I was shivering with another climax, but he took seriously
what I asked him for earlier.

He kissed down one of my legs from the knee
to my thigh and then propped it up with my foot on the bed. Then he
did the other just the same way – kisses trailing from my knee
almost to my pussy. Once both feet were up, he slipped two fingers
back inside my sex, and then pushed my legs further apart and
traced a circle around my pucker with his finger, just like he had
with his tongue.

Instantly, I was reminded of the first time
my daddy touched me – the first time any man
really
had
touched me. I felt the same way, a little scared and very excited.
I could tell by how careful and how deliberately he moved, that he
was nervous.

“Everything’s okay, I trust you,” I whispered
in the dark, candle-lit room. “I know you won’t hurt me. I want
this so bad you probably couldn’t even if you tried.” I grinned to
let him know that I meant what I said.

He smiled back and touched my entrance with
the tip of his finger. Still tentative, and still concerned, but
obviously excited, he pushed it inside and gently rotated it in my
ring. I loved the feeling of my asshole stretching – I always did.
I loved when he fingered me when I got a finger in my ass and a
dick in my sloppy, tight little pussy.

With a shimmy of my hips, I pushed him a
little further, up to the first knuckle. I felt warm, and very,
very good.

“Do it deeper, I’m ready for you.”

He pushed a little further, to the second
knuckle, turning it inside me ever so softly. There were tingles of
pain, but those
very
quickly turned to pleasure.

“Put another one in, please?”

A wet drizzle of something slick dripped down
between my legs, and then he slipped the tip of his second finger
just inside. So slow, so careful.

Already I felt so full of him that I started
to grow vaguely afraid that he could not possibly fit that log of a
cock inside my ass. As he pushed the second finger deeper and I
felt the aching stretch turn again to pleasure, my fear started to
wash away. Right when I was about to speak, he started to turn
them, just barely spread them apart.

I balled my fists, clenching the blanket in
my wet palms. It wasn’t pain I felt – not exactly anyway – but it
was so intense, so deep and so filling that I just had to grab
something and hold on. When, once again, the prickling hot pain
turned into raw pleasure, I had a thought.

“Daddy, your little girl wants you to stick
your cock in me while you do that. Please? Both holes at once? And
then, you can...”

I trailed off as I watched a grin creep
across his face.

“You
are
feeling dirty tonight, aren’t
you? I’ll do whatever I can, baby girl.”

And with that, one finger slipped out of my
ring at the same time as a thick, round dickhead shoved inside my
pussy. Then, his second finger resumed the work it was doing in my
other hole.

A wave of heat rolled up my body and turned
my nipples into stiff, aching pebbles. I was so wet, so sopping wet
that sex juice welled up underneath his cock and slicked up the
fingers that were pushing inside me ever deeper, and spreading to
get me ready. His second finger was all the way in beside the
first. I wanted more.

“Do another one; stretch your little girl’s
ass out nice and wide. I want that cock in me so bad I can feel it
already.” I made sure to pinch my lip between my teeth and give him
my little girl eyes. That was the same look I used to get a third
bicycle in one year when I broke the other two. It worked like a
charm.

He dripped more of the slick liquid in the
foil tube on top of his prick where it slid around and down
underneath. As soon as the drizzle got to his fingers, a third
joined. He made them into a sort of wedge shape – a little triangle
of fingers – and pushed them all in at once. At first the three
tips were smaller than what he had in me before, but soon I began
to stretch again. And when I stretched, I clenched the blanket and
writhed around, completely full of my daddy.

More of the slick stuff slid down my body and
he pushed the finger triangle deeper, stretching my ass more than
ever before.

It felt so good – and hurt so bad – but more
than anything, I was just happy to have another first with Peter.
And the fact that it was his, too, made it even better.

He pumped his cock three quarters of the way
inside my pussy and turned his fingers a little. Heat once again
washed up my belly and prickled my tits, but this time a flush of
red followed.

Then I felt his balls, heavy and hot, on one
side of the fingers in my ass as he pushed his dick all the way
inside my cunt. I almost screamed, but managed to keep it
inside.

“Are you ready baby girl? Are you sure you
want my cock? I don’t want to hurt you. We can wait if you
want.”

“No, no,” I almost begged, “I don’t want to
wait. I want to be
your
first for something, like you are
for so many of my things. Please daddy, please.”

Oh so gently he pulled out first his rod and
then his fingers.

“You’ve already been my first for something,
baby girl.” He whispered when he bent and kissed my neck. I felt
the tip of his prick against my ring. Peter straightened up and
squeezed out a small ocean of slick liquid, and stroked it into his
skin and inside my pucker. He bent down again and kissed me again.
That time, he pushed inside, just barely.

“You’re the first woman I loved quite like
this.” Another kiss and he straightened up, bracing his cock
against my vice with three fingers, working it slowly and carefully
into my hole.

That part was easy. As big around as the tip
of his prick was, the three fingers were bigger. I shuddered a
little when his ridge slipped in, but then my asshole seemed to
suck on him, to draw him deeper.

Slowly, he pulled back and waited a moment
before going deeper. He let me get used to his size, adjust to his
girth. Then, when he moved again, all those wonderful tingles
returned and burned brighter.

He backed out once again until I felt his
ridge against my ring and then he worked back inside. The further
he went, the stronger the tingles – and then the pulses – became. I
gripped tight my blanket and opened my eyes to see him staring down
at me, a lusty grin on his face and sweat glistening under the
short hair on his chest. I wanted to feel those balls slap against
me, feel myself split open, impaled on his cock.

Drawing my knees up and onto his shoulders, I
stretched a hand down, trying to grab hold of anything, any part of
him, that I could use to drag him deeper, but he was just out of
reach. Peter put both hands on my belly, pulled back again and
slowly pushed deep.

Almost three quarters buried inside my ass,
Peter’s dick was starting to stretch me again, starting to get
wider than his bunched-up fingers. I knew that if he went as hard
as I wanted him to, the pain was likely to be unbearable. That
didn’t stop me.

“Daddy,” I whispered, “please fuck me. Please
drill that thing all the way in. I need you so, so bad.”

He pushed just a little deeper. I knew I was
going to scream. If I screamed, I’d wake up little Davis. I almost
didn’t care.

I managed to work my body down the bed a
little, closer to him. I stretched out my fingers again and this
time, was close enough to reach between my legs and grab the base
of his cock. I pulled him, urging him deeper.