this is my fantasy about my daddy and me. enjoy!


Christy rolled her eyes as the boy on top of her struggled to figure out what to do next. Her legs were opened wide beneath him, but he just couldn't seem to make things work. She reached down and moved his cock until it was just in front of her pussy.
"Now, just slide it in!" she said with a frustrated sigh.
For all the wonderful things she heard about sex, so far, her experience with it had been less than stellar. At first, she had thought it was her lack of practice, but that problem had an easy solution. She had been ready and willing with quite a few of the guys from school but so far every sexual encounter had gone about as well as this one.
"Oh Christy," he moaned loudly snapping her out of her musings. "That was great."

She saw him look at her and returned his stare, putting her hand on her hip and pushing her breasts forward. The movement caught his eye, and she watched as he took notice of her full breasts stretching the thin pink fabric. She knew the shirt was pretty sheer and the way she was standing would make her nipples visible through the sheer material. She watched him as he helplessly looked down past her breasts down to the tiny G-string that barely covered her sex. He looked at her from head to toe and the look in his eye made her pussy tingle.
Finally he caught himself and took a deep steadying breath, "And that's the way you want to be seen?? You want people to think of you as a little tramp that just flops onto her back for anyone??"
Christy looked at him with a smirk on her face. His words might have been harsh but his body betrayed his real feelings. She looked down and could see his pants bulging, giving her all sorts of ideas. The thought of fucking her stepdad had been a fantasy of hers for years and it would certainly be more fun to fuck her way out of trouble than to deal with a punishment.
she answered with a small smile.
"And are these boys, fun??" he asked, with contempt in his voice.
"No, Daddy," she said as she continued to get closer. "Boys aren't any fun," she said softly and taking a deep breath so that her breasts moved up and down suggestively. "They just don't seem to know what I need."
She was standing so close to him that she could feel the heat coming off his body. He wasn't moving – he was only watching her as she got closer but she could tell she had his interest. Slowly, she leaned forward her hands lightly resting against his chest.
He stood his ground and didn't respond but she could see that she was having an effect on him. His breathing was getting faster and his frown was gone as he watched her intently. She moved a bit closer and let her breasts brush against his chest. She felt her nipples harden under her thin shirt and saw him take a quick breath.
"I don't know what I was thinking," she said as she let her hands run across his chest. She could smell his skin now and she found herself wondering just what he would taste like. She had thought about what it would be like to be with him but she never thought she would have a chance. Now, standing here with him so close to her made her more brazen than normal.
"Maybe you're right," she whispered as she leaned forward toward his neck. Her lips brushed against him lightly as she added a few more words. "Maybe I am just a little slut". She had his full attention now she realized. He wasn't moving – he was barely breathing. She let her tongue trail along his skin and moved a bit lower, rubbing her hips against his every so softly
her school would envy.
"Daddy, I think you were right," she said as her hands reached for his belt and had it off in one quick motion. "I think I am just a little slut who needs to be fucked." For a second he didn't move and she wondered if he was going to stop her. But she just didn't care. She wanted him. She wanted to know what it would be like to be with a man who knew what he was doing.
"And your little tramp wants your thick, long cock," she said as she slid her hand along his length and was rewarded with his deep guttural moan. As she stroked his cock, his hands began to slide down her hips and behind to her ass. She leaned her body against his and pressed her lips along his neck. When he reached his other hand behind her and squeezed her tight ass, she arched her back and pushed against him even more.
"Is that your problem??" he asked as his hands slid under her small tank top, "you just need to be fucked??"
Before she could answer, her shirt was over her head and joining his pants on the floor. Christy moaned when his hands slid back down her body and over her hips. The sensation of his hands on her skin was incredible.
He ran his hands behind her, pulling her hips against his erect cock. She ground her hips against him, feeling his hard cock rub against her clit. Slowly, he eased her down onto the bed and she fell back, her legs wide open, waiting for him.
He knelt in front of her and she knew he could tell that she was dripping wet. She closed her eyes, ready to be fucked and gasped as he gently ran his fingers along her pussy, sliding them up and down, driving her crazy and fanning her desire.
"You are a wet, sweet little slut, aren't you," he said, more to himself then to her as his fingers found their way to her clit. He teased her tiny, swollen bud and her breathing became more ragged. She couldn't believe how quickly he was making her crazy. How many boys have you done??
"You love this don't you??" he asked as his capable fingers teased her little bud, arousing her and bringing her to the brink and back. "this is serious, you want to be fucked properly don't you??" waxing his fingers through her hair and looking deeply into her eyes.
"Yes, Daddy. Yes, I love this," she moaned and whimpered against him. The sensation was overwhelming and she realized she was writhing in front of him, her hips pushing up to his fingers, wanting more, needing to feel him inside her. When his fingers squeezed her sensitive nub, the pleasure shot through her body.
"God, your sweet little pussy is just waiting to be fucked," he said as his flinger slid down her length.
"Oh, god, Daddy," she groaned as her hands grabbed the blankets tightly.
When he slid a finger inside her, Christy closed her eyes and felt the fire building insider her. Her channel tightened around him as he added a second finger. When she opened her eyes again, he was watching her as he slid in and out, massaging her clit with his thumb.
"God, you're were tight, who stole my little girls pussy from me?? how did he rape you??" he said in wonder. He was driving her crazy and he didn't even seem to realize it. "I am going to enjoy fucking your sweet little pussy, and daddy will make things better for you."
"Please, Daddy," Christy whispered, her hips pushed up to his expert fingers. "Please, fuck me, please love me, please how I want to be fucked, tell me that you love me daddy when you fuck me... I love you daddy, please tell me ... please " she begged softly, never wanting anyone like she wanted him right now. Whimpering and crying she held on tight to him as he engaged in her delightful fruits.
Suddenly he leaned over her and slid his large cock against her wet pussy, getting it slick with her arousal. She moaned as his hard member slid against her clit and then back down. When he was slick with her juice, he placed his cock in front of her wet opening.
Christy gasped as he slowly plunged his thick cock deep inside her. She watched his purple cock head disappear into her pussy and groaned as the thick shaft followed it. As his large member pushed her open, she gasped, unsure if he could fit but hoping he could. Inch by inch, he pressed inside her and she moaned as he took her. She was overwhelmed by the sweet torture of him opening her, spreading her further than she had ever experienced before. He was splitting her in two, but the slight pain she felt was coupled with a wonderful sense of being filled by his giant cock. When he was deep inside her, he let out a throaty groan and Christy thrust her hips up, pushing him even deeper. She cried loud in pain and desire and opened her mouth wide with surprise as he was deep in her as like OMG, AWHW..." and pulled back to the floor pressed against his firm body riding her with pleasure. Ahh she heard him grown and pant as she held back tears of pleasure and joy mixed with shame and fear.
Then the pain quickly turned to pleasure as he began sliding in and out of her tight channel. Her pussy clamped down on him pulling him deeper with every thrust. The further in he plunged, the more she wanted. "she kept crying out I love you as she held on so tight and cried the whole time pulling back on his thrusts and he told her to lay still and let him ride her and calm down a bit.
"For a little slut who was raped, you are so fucking tight," he said, his voice ragged and surprised. His rhythm became faster and more desperate he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. she cried remembering that man raping her and cried out ... "I am a slut, I didn't want him inside of me.."
"but you want me... because ... because ... I love you and I do love you " he felt torn by emotion, pride, conscience and desire" he was a man afterall.
"Oh yes, Daddy," she begged, "I'm your slut, and I want to you fuck me harder." She wanted him, she wanted this, and she didn't want it to ever stop.
His thrusting became harder and faster and she felt the orgasm starting to build. With each stroke inside, it fanned her desire and her body began to shudder as the sensations grew and grew. He kept his steady rhythm and increased his speed sending her higher and higher toward her climax. Finally, she felt her body overwhelmed as the orgasm tore through her body.
He kept up his steady, deep rhythm and she felt herself spiral out of control. With each thrust, he kept her wild with pleasure, pushing the orgasm further and further as he thrust deep inside her. Finally, she could hear his breathing turn ragged as her pussy throbbed around him. His cock became even harder and his thrusts became stronger as he reached for his own climax. her mouth wide open Awwwhh with exhaustable energy ... his mouth was open and moaning into her ear and then looked over at her like she was in pain. he ceased the moment to latch onto her open mouth and cover it with his and stick his tongue in and take all of her insides completely with relishing joy. When he finally came deep inside her, he ground against her shuddering and finally they both came back down to earth. "I love you" he cried out and then "Awwwh, god I fucking love you." they were both sweaty and saying they loved each other with fainting sheepish eyes and fast panting breath and smiled. she lingered in the afterglow of the orgasm wanting him to look at her and take her in completely. he looked at her and looked away embarrased.
He collapsed next to her, his breathing ragged and still out of control.
She tried to gather herself, but couldn't. Being with him had been like nothing she had ever experienced. She had just had the most mind blowing orgasm of her life and suddenly she knew exactly what sex could be like and wanted more.
"Oh Christy," he groaned again as he turned toward her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have said that….your beautiful and I love your pussy. I love that little pussy"
She put her back to him and let him think she was really upset. When his hand reached for her shoulder, she just took a deep breath and sighed.
"Really, Christy, I am so sorry, what can I do??"
She smiled big, rolled over and climbed on top of him and her hands beginning to tease his cock to life again. "How about I let you make it up to me??" she said impishly, ready for another round. she was desperate to have her moment to ride him and be free with her desire.