Unknown - Daddy_s darlings - sweet young things

Daddy's cock was so thick that my jaw ached a little as I sucked him from being forced open so wide.

I took as much of Daddy's cock in my mouth as I could. I fondled his balls and gripped the base of his pole.

I squeezed his cock and his testicles as I sucked and Daddy's whimpering sounds of pleasure got louder.

He pressed down against the foot of the bed with the balls of his feet and the palms of his large hands.

He arched his back and lifted the cheeks of his ass right up off the bed as all of his muscles tightened.

His cock spasmed and my mouth was filled with his cream. His come tasted sweet as if made of honey.

I swallowed down the goo happily. I sucked until he was finished. Daddy was breathless with his afterglow.

He collapsed onto the bed in a heap and his rib-cage heaved up and down as he sucked fresh air into his lungs.

"I want you inside me," I whispered in his ear.

His cock was soft, but I knew it wouldn't stay that way.

I never stopped caressing his genitalia. I wanted his lust rekindled.

I tongued his nipples and bit lightly at the side of his neck. "I want to be inside you too," Daddy said. His voice was sweet.

Daddy is a real pussycat in bed. Of course I had no idea at that time that our actions would have consequences.

We were being foolish.

We were playing with fire!

Daddy rolled me over on my back, keeping himself positioned so that I could reach his balls with my hand.

He placed the tip of his tongue on my right nipple — which was naturally very hard and sensitive with lust.

Daddy began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across the erection very fast and very hand.

He parted his lips and wrapped them around the rosebud — drawing in his whiskered cheeks as he sucked.

He sucked both of my nipples for a long time and kissed his way slowly down the front of my shapely body.

I spread my legs for him as he began to eat my cunt. My incestuous sexual arousal began to rise rapidly.

He licked each and every pink fold of cunt flesh, and even rammed a stiff tongue deep into my fuck hole.

He pulled the foreskin above my clitoris upward so that the entire love button could be licked with ease.

He began to slap at the center of my womanly pleasure sharply with his tongue tip and I burst into orgasm.

I bucked wildly on the bed and let out a loud scream of bliss that could no doubt be heard all over the block.

Daddy made me come harder than I had ever come before. It was incredible. His cock was once again a boner.

He crawled on top of me.

His cock pulsated between our bellies.

He kissed my mouth hungrily. He sucked my tongue dry of spittle.

He lifted his loins and reached back to grip his dick.

He guided the head of his cock to my pussy and entered me.

My inner lips had to stretch open further than they ever had.

The boys from Harborfields who balled me seemed even more like kid stuff.

Daddy pushed his dick all the way into my cunt and I pressed the back of my head hard against his pillow.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed.

I'm so ashamed.

"Fuck me hard daddy!" I called out, my lips quivering. He did. Daddy made me come at least ten times during that hump. It was marvelous. What a swordsman! I knew that I wouldn't be content with one fuck. I wanted him to ball me every fucking night. I wanted to be his wife. Michele could have died and gone to hell for all I cared.

I'm sorry.

I can't go on.

This has been too much for me. I need to gather my strength.

I found that my incestuous desires were insatiable. I could come as many times as I wanted. There was no time when I was too tired for sex: Daddy was great. I knew that he was exhausted, but he struggled to eat my cunt even as late as Sunday night, only hours before Michele came home. His poor jaw must have felt like it was going to fall off. He had his face in my twat for hours at a time.

I swear it never occurred to me what a threat Michele really was.

I was stupid.

She had a big stake in Daddy too, and she was not going to tolerate me as her husband's mistress.

Michele realized that something had changed right away after that first weekend. Daddy and I are lousy actors, and she was suspicious from the start.

I don't know exactly when we wore caught. I only know that three weeks later Daddy had business out of town and I was in the unfortunate position of being alone in the house with Michele.

I tried to avoid her.

No use.

She came looking for me.

Michele was a tall woman, much larger than me. Her shoulders were broad and her legs were long and shapely. She had very long fingernails.

I was in my room pretending to do homework. I desperately needed as excuse to get out of the house but none was available. All of my friends were busy doing something or other. There was nothing happening. If I left I would have to walk around town aimlessly, and that didn't seem like much fun.

Michele came into my room without knocking. I was sitting at my desk staring into a book. I turned to look at her and I was frightened immediately. Michele had a wild look in her dark eyes. She was filled with hate.

"What?" I said. So rude. I guess it didn't make any difference. Michele was going to abuse me. And there was nothing in the world I was going to do about it.

"You fucking slut," she said.

"What?" I repeated.

"You have been playing hide the salami with the old man, Connie. Don't deny it. I smell your scent on him at night," Michele said. She made the evil hissing sound of a snake slithering through tall grass from between clenched teeth.

"What of it?" I said. I tilted my head a little to one side.

Michele slapped me three times across the face as hard as she could.

"Nobody fucks with my man," she said. "Or else they get fucked with." She grabbed my right arm and pulled it painfully behind my back.

"Stop! You are hurting me!" I screamed.

"I'll break your fucking arm right off at the shoulder if you don't do as I say," she said. I wondered how far she was going to take this… I would never in a million years have dreamed the cruel punishment I was about to be subjected to.

"Okay! Okay!" I said.

She released my arm.

"Get into the master bedroom," Michele said.

When I hesitated she added, "March!"

I could feel tears welling in my eyes. All of my sins were being thrown back into my face. The fire I started by rubbing Daddy's crotch at the breakfast table was going to end up with my own torture!

There was something hypnotic about Michele's dark eyes.

I knew I would end up doing whatever she requested.

I could feel my will being sucked out of my soul.

She was a dominatrix bitch, an expert at abuse. I was to be a slave.

I marched into the master bedroom and Michele ordered me out of my clothes.

"WH-wh-what are you going to do to me?" I asked.

I was so nervous that I was stammering when I spoke.

I got naked, and felt my knees trembling. My face was pale.

I could feel the cold sweat of anxiety oozing from my pores.

"Get on your belly on the bed," Michele screamed at me.

She was wearing a pair of tight slacks and a button-up blouse.

It was clear that the bitch was not wearing a bra.

Her huge breasts were straining at the front of her shirt.

She looked as if she were about to pop the buttons on it.

I could see the large bumps made by her erect nipples.

Michele laughed sadistically as I shivered on my belly on the bed.

I kept my legs clamped shut and folded my arms beneath my face.

For a moment I prayed that all of this was a bad dream.

I prayed I would wake from the nightmare and find the menace gone.