0 comments/ 366953 views/ 29 favorites Don't Tease By: BadLilSis "Look at him, Felicia." Lillian was staring at her older brother through a crack in the bathroom door as he stood in the shower soaping up his 19 year old body. "Oh my god Lil, what's wrong with you? How can you look at that? He's YOUR brother!" Lillian Kaplan's friend looked back her in utter disgust at the way Lillian was drooling over her very sexy older brother, Tyler. Lillian, 18, the same age resembled her brother slightly...slack drooling jaw and all! "Oh, Felicia, then go home! I don't see you turning your head.." Lillian protested. "Well, I don't have to, I can look all I want. He isn't my brother." Felicia shot back. "Whatever, just go home." "God damn Lillian, whatever." Felicia stood up from her spying position and gave Lillian the finger...a typical teenager reaction. She stomped off, and ran down the steps to the front door of the house. She was gone in under a minute, and Lillian could only think Good riddance! She was crouched down, a bit more comfortably now. Her long legs were crossed, smooth up against the carpet. Lillian was truly a pretty girl, she was smaller for her age, always looking younger than she really was. With long auburn red hair, and bright brown eyes she had a stunning face. The rest of her body wasn't that bad either! She had 32b sized breasts, and was completely shaven below. Slightly muscular arms and a sexy stomach, she was every guy's wet dream. But right now, she was watching her own kind of wet dream. Tyler was standing in the fog of the bathroom now, out of the shower. Naked. His lean, muscular body was dripping with water, and as he toweled off a sheen began to appear on his skin. Her eyes traveled from the top of his short blonde-ish hair, down further to his sculpted pecs. Then, his stomach, hard as a board, with a light blonde "happy trail" trailing along to his dick. And mmm, his dick. It was soft, limp, hanging there in between his muscular legs. A thick, coarse patch of pubic hair surrounding it. She licked her lips, then bit her bottom lip when she looked at it. Tyler was a god, she thought. She wanted to have him all to herself and make him want her back. Maybe she could pull it off... Lillian got up from her position, and quietly ran into her bedroom. Tyler would be coming out any second and she knew that to initiate this nasty little plan of her, she'd have to act fast. She closed the bedroom door, just to leave a crack so it would look as if no one might be in her room. Lillian knew that occasionally, after a shower Tyler would walk into her bedroom to borrow some of her lotion. For what, she never knew though. Yet as long as he graced her with his presence, it was all good. Lil stood in the middle of her bedroom, and ripped off her blue sweater. She snapped off the black lacy bra that covered her small breasts. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her tight jeans and wiggled out of them. Her socks came off too, then all there was left was her black thong. Off with that too. She wiggled out of the thong, then jumped onto her bed, and turned so her bare ass, slim and taught, was facing the door where Tyler would see if he walked in. She heard his footsteps, and her heart skipped a beat. He was growing closer and closer by the moment. Then, the door swung open as Tyler called out "Lillian...?" She turned ever so slightly so her left breast poked out into the open and her legs and ass showed nothing but curves. "LILLIAN! OH GOD SORRY!" He was embarrassed and ran out of the room. Tyler's heart was pounding and he stepped in his room. His towel was barely hanging onto his hips and he put his hand over his face. "Shit" he mumbled. All he could he see in his head were her round little breasts, pink nipple pointing right up to the ceiling. Her ass was smooth, clean, and curved like a crescent moon. She was goregeous, he knew it. Everyone knew it. What he would do to her! He would bend her over first, slide his cock into that young little.... "Damn it Tyler, thats your sister man." He told himself, and shook the fantasy off. A few hours later, standing in the kitchen now fully clothed, he was chompin down on a foot long sandwhich he made himself listening to the radio. Lillian came bouncing down the steps in her jeans and a half open white workshirt. It was unbuttoned so much you could see down it completely. She entered the kitchen, smiled at her brother to which he automatically blushed. "Hey Ty..." she said sexily. "Hey Lil..." he said nervously. He began to walk out of the kitchen and into the den to watch tv. Lillian felt beaten, and shook her head in frustration. That's okay, den or kitchen she would get what she wanted. She walked into the den, and sat down extremely close to her brother. Putting her head on his shoulder, he looked down into her shirt. He could see clear down it. Her breasts...were not covered by anything. They were standing straight up, so young and taught. Her nipples were stiff, pointing through the thin white shirt. Tyler couldn't draw his eyes away from it. He stared steadily, and Lillian was looking up at him with a brilliant smile. "Touch them..." she whispered. Tyler was awoken from his dreamy state and shook his head. "No Lillian, whats your problem?" He stood up so quick, she slipped and fell face forward onto the sofa. He was already up the stairs and running, she groaned and sat there. Pointless, she thought. The next day, Saturday, her parents were both gone at work. Tyler was up in his room again, blasting music and singing along. She was laying in her own bed and decided to take a shower. She stripped her clothes, and walked naked into the hallway to retrieve a few towels. As she got to the linen closet, Tyler walked out of his room and stood there silently. He watched Lillian as she reached up on her tip toes to get a towel. Her ass was perfect and the silohuette of her breasts looked amazing too. She shook her long red hair past her shoulder, and the tips of it brushed her silky skin on her ass. Tyler closed his bedroom door, and she turned around startled. "Ty..ler." she spoke slowly, and took in a gulp of air. "Lillian...you...um." He was speaking dreamily and staring dead on at her shaved pussy. She began to saunter over gently to him, "Do you want me Tyler?" Was her dream slowly coming true?? "You're my sister." "I'm a woman." "Barely." Her bubble was burst, 'barely'?? What was that? "Oh you know what Tyler, fuck off." she retorted. She pushed him, shaking her tits a little and marched into the bathroom. "Lill..I..!" Tyler called after her. Fuck he thought, now look what I did. He heard the water turn on, and he walked into his bedroom. About 20 minutes later, Lillian exited the shower smelling like an expensive shampoo, towels wrapped around her thin little body. She walked into her bedroom, and gasped. "Was this what you had in mind?" Tyler was laying on her bed, naked. Dick hard and pointing to the cieling. "Ohh...oooh." That was all Lillian could get out. "Come here sis..." Tyler licked his lips in front of her. Lillian walked over, in a trance almost and climbed atop her naked brother. He pulled her towel apart, and exposed her to him. He smiled, winked and took her small breast into his mouth. He suckled her tit, she moaned, and arched her back. Her legs were spread over his cock, but not yet over top it. She was grinding ever so gently against the steel rod of meat, and felt her lips spread open to allow her clit to rub up against it. The friction felt good, and she couldn't take it anymore. She was moaning louder and louder as he nibbled on her breast, biting her nipple gently. Hands on her ass. "Fuck me Tyler." she pleaded. "Are you sure?" saying quite unsurely himself. "Oh yes I've been sure since i was 13." He moved his butt a little, and allowed her to poise her cunt over his awaiting prick. It was red, thick and dripping pre-cum. She was panting in anticpation, and giggled in excitement. "Take me, take my hot little pussy Tyler." He pushed his hips up in the air, and slowly felt his baby sister open up for him. The lips were sticky, wet and greasy from her own cum. He continued to push and felt himself enter her completely. He groaned and then his entire cock up to his balls was buried inside of Lillian. "Oh yeah, oh yeah what a tight pussy ohh yeah baby..." Tyler cried in ecstasy. "Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, oh god yeah do it Tyler. TYLER! TYLER! FUCK MY PUSSY! MY DRIPPING WET PUSSY! SHOVE IT INSIDE OF ME TYLER!!!" Lillian was writhing in their sex. He started to fuck her harder, so much harder. His dick in and out in and out of his sister, fucking her deeply and roughly. Her tits were bouncing incredibly hard on her thin frame, and she was grinding and making circular motions with her hips as she rode her brother's cock. With all the moaning and groaning, the sound of their wet flesh slapping against each other could just barely be heard. His cock was growing sopping wet, and it sloshed in and out of her slit. The headboard of the bed was shaking as they mercilessly fucked each other. She wanted to feel him cum in her though, so she screamed out at her brother: "CUM IN ME TYLER, CUM IN MY LITTLE SNATCH." "OHHHH LILLIAN! GOD DAMN LILLIAN I'M GONNA CUM IN YOU. IM GONNA PUT MY HOT JIZZ ALL IN YOUR LITTLE CUNTY BABY. YOU WANT IT, TELL ME YOU WANT IT." "OHHHHHH FUCK YEAH TYLER GIVE ME YOUR HOT SEED. SPIT IT ALL INSIDE OF ME, THEN I WANT YOU TO FUCK MY ASS AND CUM THERE. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME...." Tyler let out a roar and unloaded into his sister. Dumping massive amounts of his long sticky white strands of cum into her depths. She could feel it all splashing around inside of her, hitting her pussy walls hotly. She milked his dick by squeezing and releasing her vagina over and over. It was amazing, so fucking good for the both of them. Lillian was still riding him hardly after he came, trying to continue the full effect of his cock buried inside of her. He laughed and told her to calm down, that he'd fuck her later too. "Will you?? Really?" she asked so innocently. "Well, you said you wanted me to fuck you in the ass, didn't you?" She could do nothing but giggle and smile as he rolled her over onto her chest. Hey you guys. I've gotten lots of e-mails from all of you, keep them coming! I love hearing from you. Have you ever wanted to read a story where YOU were the man of the hour? Where YOU were doing all the nasty fucking and sucking? E-mail me with your name and your reason on why I should write you your own personal story. Whoever has the BEST explanation will be chosen and I'll write the longest, dirtiest, most taboo fantasy you could NEVER imagine! Love you All, Your, Bad Lil Sis Don't Tease A Dominant! "Looks essential for a summer picnic!" The submissive teased; her red hair striking in the afternoon Sun. She brattishly taunted. Her ruby lips curled into a playful grin as her words struck the dominant, unmoved by the rascal. "It's my father's scarf, I may need it. You better behave," was the only explanation the youthful Miss Anna gave as the woollen garment remained unpacked in her racksack. Her voice firm but not loud, her glare unfaltering but not fierce. Claire bit her lip as her impish mind tried to conjure a witty retort to the no-nonsense Miss Anna; her resolve withered and none came. The two-dozen picnickers at the kinky meet-up swapped nibbles and stories as they ate on the exposed hill, soaking the sunshine and admiring the spectacular view. It was quiet, they were isolated and it was peaceful. Until Olivia caught Claire pilfering one of her cocktail sausages. Punishment, she demanded. Claire needed punishment and Olivia removed her new flogger from her picnic bag; ivory handle with thick leather tails. "I wanted to do a demonstration later, I'll use Claire's bum now," she suggested. The dominant's smile widened at the sub's shifting body: excited anxiety and fear gripped Claire as she admired the sixteen inch straps hanging from the impressive weapon. Olivia strode around the group towards her selected model, waiting for the young lady to present her rump for their games. "Your safewords are 'fish-heads' and 'bubblegum' aren't they?" She remembered correctly from their recent demonstration in the church hall. The errant coquette closed her eyes and nervously awaited the first hit of the imposing toy, breathing deeply. The red-headed submissive yelped as the angry tails of the leather flogger lashed against her skin, crying as her short skirt was held into the small of her back by an accomplice to allow the slashes against her bare flesh. She fought against the hands holding her to the ground, the embarrassment of the humiliating exposure burning into her cheeks as the group watched her writhe. She squealed and cried at the pain, embarrassed by the situation. She gasped into the mouthful of undergrowth as the flogger cracked against her, firing agonising streaks of pain into her nerves. Her skin was peppered with sadistic strikes, each flail of the weapon drawing more yelps and cries from her beaten body. Olivia wanted to play; Olivia wanted to exhibit her new toy and Claire was the chosen victim. Claire never argued against the demands and confidence of her dominant playmates: neither in the bedroom or as a "volunteer" for the regular sadistic demonstrations. She never felt able to resist the offer of immovable binds of rope, or the furious hits of impact play; she longed to have her submissive tendencies explored and her bratty attitude punished. Her eyes sparkled as Olivia proudly displayed the beaten buttocks to the group. She had been reduced to a mannequin: a pointless inanimate object as the dominant slapped her thighs and laughed as the submissive was crudely exhibited. Olivia boasted of the marks she had made, of the red streaks she had caused. The kinksters admired the brutish handiwork on the girl who had endured the agony of the fierce hand and the damaging flogger. Claire rubbed the welts on her sit spot; her eyes misty, her nipples hard and her cunt wet. Olivia hugged her tightly, checking she was fine after the beating and Claire gulped as she sat down, wriggling on the sharp blades of the grass as the undergrowth slipped under her risen skirt, poking her wounds with razor-sharp zeal. "Best not to tease doms with weapons," Miss Anna added, watching the writhing submissive wriggle on the grass. "That looked painful. Shouldn't tease us." The snort was an error, the jibe about the dominant not having brought a weapon was a mistake. Addressing bratty behaviour was not something Miss Anna would shirk, and she unfurled the scarf from her bag. "Going to hit me with that?" Claire laughed, shaking her head dismissively. "That's not going to hurt me!" Miss Anna grabbed hold of the submissive's thin wrist and tying the scarf firmly to it. She repeated her actions on the other hand, holding the two tightly together. Claire's incessant tittering ceased when Miss Anna jerked the woman's tightly bound wrists away from the group, pulling her onto her feet. "So you've tied my wrists, still no weapon and no ..." The scarf was draped over a branch on a nearby tree, holding the lady's hands outstretched; Claire's vocal muttering trailed into silence as Miss Anna tugged at the black skirt to unfasten it from the young brat's waist. "Oi!" "Olivia, may I borrow your flogger?" "Sure!" "Hey! That's not fair!" Miss Anna ignored her complaints about the justice of the situation and checked that the restrained submissive was OK. Her muttered response was sufficient, and Miss Anna slashed at the weapon in the air. "Just getting a feel of it; it's a nice weight," she mused before she brought the weapon across her shoulder to slash the back of Claire's red-welted rump. "You can use the tails to flick around but be careful if you do," the experienced dominatrix added, lightly flicking the flogger onto Claire's bum and waiting for the loud cry as the end of the tails wrapped around her waist and flicked the top of her pubic hair. Claire screamed as her skin stung, swearing into the isolated venue as Miss Anna snapped the flogger against Claire's parted legs, allowing the tails to wrap around the writhing girl's crack. Her yells echoed in the valley; her loud screams replaced by panting and tearful sobs as the flogger flicked against her clitoris. Miss Anna returned the flogger to Olivia, reaching from behind the agonised submissive to untie her. "Next time, just don't tease dominants," she whispered. "Or sadists. We will have the last laugh!" Don't Tease Daddy I guess it all really started on my daughter's 18th birthday. Ashley had always been a cute little girl, but she didn't grow up as fast as the other girls her age. I had never seen her as a woman until that winter. She had developed some nice curves and a tempting sway in her hips though, and I wasn't the only one that noticed. Boys would stop by the house under the guise of asking for help on their homework or giving her a ride to school. My little angel never acted like she noticed how much attention they paid though. When I rolled out of bed, I had no idea what the day had in store for me. I just wanted to trudge to the shower and be ready for work in an hour. My bare feet scooted across the cold hardwood floor. As I entered the bathroom, I didn't think to close the door behind me because I was the only one that used the adjoining bedroom. My mind was completely blank when I entered the shower. I turned the hot water on as my other hand naturally gravitated to my cock. I absentmindedly stroked my cock. The water pounded on my chest like hands on a drum, and then it ran down my body only to swirl away down the drain. As I lathered up, my stroking became more lubricated and increased in speed. All of a sudden, Ashley's body popped into my mind. I just couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to bend her over my bed and show her a real fuck, not the making out with boys in the backseat of a car that she was used to by now. I kept thinking about her until I was ready to cum. For no reason, I happened to glance at my watch sitting on the counter. "Shit!" I said when I realized I only had a few minutes to get ready and get off to work. That same hectic morning, no boys stopped by to give her a ride to school. I thought this was odd, so I yelled up the stairs that she could ride with me on my way to work as a scrambled to down a glass of orange juice and tie my tie. When she didn't respond, I meandered up the stairs. "Ashley?" I called down the hall toward her bedroom. "Ashley, where are you?" I didn't go into her room thinking anything would happen—I thought something might be wrong actually. Maybe on a subconscious level, I could admit I wanted her after the shower this morning, but I never would have acted on my desires. I know I didn't knock on her door like usual, but I thought something might be wrong so I just barged right in. And there she was, still sleeping in her bed. Her soft skin was completely unhindered by her usual teenage garb, allowing me to see the body of the most beautiful woman I've ever known. It was the body of a goddess really. Her muscles were toned from sports; her tummy and breasts were firm, which we know is one of the many benefits of youth; her skin still held on to the lightest of tan lines from the summer. And it was in that moment that I knew I had to have her. I quickly pulled the door to and stepped out in the hallway. There was a noticeable bulge in my pants, and I couldn't wake her up like this. I made it to my bedroom across the hall and picked up my phone to call and say I would be late to work that day as I loosened my tie and kicked my shoes off. "Cheese on fucking rice," I mumbled as my belt was giving me trouble in my quest of banging the fuck out of my left hand. It was like I was a clumsy teenage boy in the backseat of a car, minus the teenage girl of course. My persistence paid off. After a deep, calming breath, I undid the belt and had my pants, as well as my boxers, around my ankles. My hand flew to my throbbing cock in an almost greedy manner. I closed my eyes and imagined my fingers were the lips of my beautiful daughter. I bit my lip in anticipation of what was to come, and then I slammed my back against the wall. I mark that one motion as the one that really got the ball rolling. It was louder than I had intended, but I didn't notice the noise because I was concentrating so hard on my daughter's sweet mouth bobbing up and down on my cock. By the time I heard Ashley running down the hall to get a pair of jeans from the laundry room, I was ready to cum. I knew I had to stop for the very same reason I kept going—she might see me through my open door at any given moment. My heart was racing as I heard her nearing the top of the stairs. She was just outside my room, and I could see her stopping there as if she'd forgotten something. I slowed my hand and peeked my head around the door. She wasn't wearing a shirt—hot damn, she'd forgotten to put on a shirt. "Daddy?" she said. "Are you still home?" A mixture of fear and excitement rushed through my body. If I answered her, she might walk in on me and be scarred for life...but she might join in. I timidly called back, "I'm in here, hun." She turned to face my door. I could almost feel her eyes lingering on me, my cock in hand; my pants around my ankles, but my little angel would never do anything like that—with me at least. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she quickly covered her chest up with her hands and scampered back to her room. Her breasts peeked out the sides of her hands and bounced up and down with each step she took. Had she been any other woman, I would have pinned her against the wall with her arms above her head right there. Cumming was a lost cause now that she was out of bed and not coming in to play, so I quickly pulled my boxers and pants back up, but I left my shirt untucked. If I didn't get to cum soon, I was going to go crazy. I was a disheveled mess, but I called into the office again to say that I'd be taking the rest of the day off for a family emergency. Then I dutifully trudged down the stairs to the kitchen. "Ashley, I'm taking today off, so you can stay home today too," I yelled up the stairs. I grabbed a golden apple and started slicing it. By the time I put it on a plate with some caramel dip, Ashley was bounding down the stairs in a pair of sweat pants and one of her old mesh basketball practice jerseys. The old thing was so ratty that I could see her nipples through it if she moved the right way. And move the right way, she did. Her hips swayed with each step which sent her firm breasts into a gentle sway. I should have told her to change, but I really was enjoying the show she was innocently putting on. She had done this periodically. Sometimes it would be wearing a skirt that was just long enough to keep me from saying anything, but short enough to keep me more interested in her than the sermon that Sunday. Other times, her lounge wear was so worn out that I could make out every curve of her body and see every freckle or scar marked on those curves. "Thanks, Daddy," she chirped as she swiped the plate of apples out of my hand and leaned her back against the counter. Her long, thin fingers brought a piece of apple smothered in caramel to her lips. She closed her eyes and moaned from deep in her throat in an exaggerated enjoyment of our favorite snack. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to make her moan like those apples could. I began fantasizing about how I would make her moan like that, but I was snapped back into reality when she brushed by me. I could smell her hair when she reached behind me to get a paper towel. With my eyes closed, I put one of my hands on her hip to make it seem like I was pushing myself out of her way when all I was really doing was holding her close to me for a few more seconds. Her body didn't stiffen when I touched her like I expected it to, so I let it stay a few seconds longer than necessary. She grinned at me, and pulled me closer to her. "Give me a big hug, Daddy!" While pushing her chest against mine, she wiggled a little. I could feel her hard nipples press into my body. I'm sure she could tell that a bulge was starting in my pants, but I guess my shirt hid it pretty well. "Do you think it's warm in here?" she asked as she started tugging her sweatpants down her long, muscular legs revealing a pair of my boxers. "Oh God!" I thought, "How can I let her keep doing this? It's killing me." She had turned around and bent over with her ass facing me. I couldn't help but look at one of the best shaped, most firm asses I'd ever seen. "Aagh, Daddy, quick! I have a Charlie-horse in the back of my thigh," she whimpered as I got on my knees and my hands rushed to the back of her thigh to begin rubbing it. "A little higher," she said as she bit her lower lip. My hand slid inside the leg of the boxers as she moaned again, letting me know I'd found just the right spot. Suddenly, I looked toward her face, between her slightly parted legs, but I couldn't see it. The loose mesh jersey she was wearing was hanging down, giving me a nice view of her firm breasts. I just wanted to put my lips against her skin and suck and kiss every inch of it. Before I knew it, my hand had slid up her thigh even further increasing the amount of delectable flesh I could see. I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties as I pushed the leg hole of the boxers to the side. I could also tell that she was freshly shaved and smelling especially edible. My breathing changed, so I gently blew on her pussy and saw her shudder. She didn't say anything though. This encouraged me to push my luck further by kissing the inside of her thigh. My lips gently grazed her skin so softly I wasn't sure that she could feel it. "Mmm...Daddy, how do you know how to make it stop hurting so good?" she purred. "Elementary, my dear Watson!" I laughed self consciously at my own joke. I guess she could tell I was nervous because she coaxed me into continuing my massage a little higher. This was all of my wildest dreams come true, but I had to stop. "Ashley, stand up," I said. She looked so confused and crestfallen—she really had her heart set on giving her Daddy a show right there in the kitchen. "You're my daughter; we can't do this," I calmly explained. She looked like she was going to cry, and then she said, "I don't know what youre talking about, Daddy! I'm just trying to have a good time with you! But fine, here are your stupid, ugly boxers back." Before I could say anything she bent over and took off the boxers, leaving her round ass facing me as she stomped off to the living room. She plopped herself down on the couch and sat down with her legs spread apart, propped up on the coffee table. She slouched back and flipped through the channels. I picked up the boxers and brought them to my nose. I could smell her on them. My cock was rubbing against the not-so-soft material of my pants. Finally, I followed her into the living room and threw the boxers at her. "Young lady, you do not talk to me like that." She turned the volume up to cover the sound of my voice. I tore the remote out of her hand. A look of fear covered her face as I grabbed her wrist and jerked her off the couch. I sat down where she had been. "Bend over my knees. Now." Her face sported a bewildered expression. "Do it now, you slut!" She obeyed. I slowly rubbed my hand over her ass. "You've been very bad, Ashley. You've tried to get me to fuck you, haven't you?" "Yes," she grumbled. My hand swung back and landed on her ass, leaving a red print. "Yes, what? Get it right you whore." "Yes, Daddy," she timidly whimpered in reply. "I think that your punishment should be more than just a spanking though," I whispered into her ear as my hand met her ass again. She looked up at me and bit her lip. I shoved my finger in her open mouth and made her gag. "Lick it, slut. Get it nice and wet." I pulled my finger out of her mouth and slowly rubbed it around her asshole. Her body twitched. My finger ran down to her pussy. "Baby, you're dripping. You want your daddy inside you, don't you?" She shook her head no and looked away. "Don't lie to me!" I barked. My finger slid down to her clit and flicked it a few times. She was determined not to react, but her hips naturally pushed against me. A soft grunt escaped from her lips. I dragged my finger tip back up to her puckered asshole. I slowly stroked it until I couldn't take it anymore. "Tell me how much you want my cock you slut." "Oh God, Daddy, I've always wanted your thick dick inside me. That's why I've teased you so much lately." The admission gushed from her lips as she struggled hard not to push her hips against me more. I threw Ashley on her back and pinned her wrists over her head. Her jersey was easily ripped off her petite body to expose her c cup breasts. By this point, I was jerking my pants out of the way. Again, I was so excited I couldn't manage to get them off. "Why don't you take off your daddy's clothes?" I inquired with a smirk. My hand released her wrists, and she unbuckled my belt to meet the task of unbuttoning my pants. She looked up at me as she rubbed the bulge in my pants. "Mmm...that feels really good, sugar, but Daddy asked you to take his clothes off." She immediately went back to work, unbuttoning my shirt. Finally, in frustration, she just pulled it apart before she got to the last few buttons. Her finger tips traced a path from my collar bone to my belt for her soft lips and tongue to follow. She gracefully slid off the couch once she reached my belly button and continued kissing lower and lower. She flicked her tongue at the top of my boxers making me groan in response. As she tugged on my pants and boxers, I lifted my hips so she could get them off. When they hit the floor, there was no stopping her. Her greedy little hands went to work on my cock. It seemed like she couldn't decide if she wanted to ride me or suck me so I pulled her up into my lap facing me. "Baby girl," I started, but I was interrupted by a deep kiss from my daughter. Her tongue plunged into my mouth. "Daddy," she said between pants, "I just need you to fuck me right now." She grabbed my cock between her legs and rubbed her clit with the head of my cock. Then she guided me into her tight, wet cunt and let out one of those apple-inspired moans. "Mmm...Daddy you're so big!" she managed to say as she threw her head back, giving me a nice view of her tits. I put my hands on her hips. She slowly grinded against me, pushing my cock deeper and deeper. I moved my hips up to meet her causing her to gasp. I eased myself in and out a few times so she could get used to my size. After that, she started moving herself up and down with a little guidance from my hands. As she started moving more, her breasts began to bounce in my face. It was absolute torture not to reach out and suck on them, but I had to keep telling her what a good job she was doing. "Don't—stop—hunny," I grunted as she started twisting her hips more and moaning obscenities. "Wrap your legs around me," I commanded as I stood up with her legs wrapped around me. I backed her against the wall, and then I started slamming my cock into over and over. Her nails dug into my back, and she bit down on my shoulder. I could tell she was close to cumming so I said, "Cum for your Daddy like the slut you are." Her sharp nails dug further into my back, and her legs around me grew tighter. I could feel her pussy tighten up around me as she cummed all over my cock, and that sent me over the edge. I stood there while my cum poured into my teenage daughter. Her head lay down on my shoulder while her chest heaved in an attempt to catch the breath she'd lost. I carried her up the stairs to her bedroom just like I did when she was a little girl. When we reached her door, she told me she wanted to go back to mine. I made it down the hall and into my bedroom, and then I laid her on my bed. Her soft hair splayed out under her head. A dopey smile crept across her face as she said, "Daddy, you're the best." With a smug grin on my face, I retorted "You ain't seen nothin' yet." Now that I'd gotten fucking my daughter out of my system, I wanted to make love to her like she deserved. I put my hands under her knees and pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. Her long legs that had just been wrapped around me dangled over the end of my big bed. I leaned over her to kiss her forehead, and then I straddled her on the bed as I kissed my way down her body. The first kiss after her forehead was planted on each eyelid, then her nose, and then her open mouth. She held me there for a while, but I continued down to her jaw line. I paused at each of her ear lobes and gently sucked on them. When I was finished there, I made my way down her neck. Her back arched as I slid my hands under her. I lifted her upper body up and scooted her further back onto the bed. "Daddy," she began, but I put my finger to her lips and quietly shushed her. I brought my lips back to her collar bone. I kissed out to each shoulder and then back in again. I dragged my lips to her breasts, kissing every inch of skin before I got to her hard, pink nipples. I took one into my mouth and pinched it between my front teeth. She released a heavy sigh. I moved on to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Finally, I moved below her breasts and down her tummy and laid her back on the bed again. I could see a shiver go over every inch of her skin as I slid my tongue to her belly button. I blew on the trail of saliva I left to this point and the softest, most purely guttural moan I've ever heard a woman make escaped her lips. Her facial expressions through all this were most enjoyable. It's one thing to put a woman through pure ecstasy, but a completely different thing to do to your own daughter. Her mouth would open to let out a moan, but only air could get out. She would bite her lip at times, and she would struggle to keep her eyes open at others. Out of all the sensations I'd made her incur, none compared to kissing just below her belly button. Her tummy had a slight dip there, which I licked and kissed over and over. She had shaved her pussy, but not in the past few days which caused me to discover the most wonderful stubble I've ever felt. Her hands gripped the quilt below her as I went back to my blowing. I'll always remember the way she smelled. Nothing could ever beat that raw, natural smell that my daughter has. It took all of my strength to keep from eating her up right there. I turned my face to the side and ran the tip of my nose against her inner thigh, and then I did the same thing again on the other side. She was growing impatient, but I didn't care. If she wanted to be treated by her Daddy, then treated she would be. I ran my tongue up her slit several times until she started wiggling too much. I put my hands on her hips to hold her steady once again. She didn't protest. I eased my tongue into her. I could taste both of our cum inside her. My focus shifted to teasing her clit with my tongue. I spread her pussy lips apart and lapped at it with my tongue several times. Then I wrapped my lips around it to suck and slurp to my heart's content. Her whimpers and whines grew louder and louder. As I continued to tease her clit, I slid my index finger up her slit where my tongue had been before. I circled her hole with my finger several times before finally sliding it in her. A second finger squeezed in beside of the first as they began sliding in and out with a few pleasant squishing sounds. I went back to flicking her clit with my tongue. Soon she began playing with her own nipples. Cum was covering my hand. The squishing sounds grew louder as I started fucking her harder and harder. I only had one hand steadying her hips so she was back to grinding, but this time it was against my face and fingers. Her soft grunts were in rhythm with my fingers and her hips. I felt her hand rest on the back of my head and grip for my hair. I had no problem with the fact that she was pulling my hair some. Hell, it was just earlier this morning that I was restricted to fantasizing about my daughter. I let my thumb work her clit for a while as I verbally coaxed her. "Your pussy tastes so good, baby. Daddy loves the way our cum tastes together. But I want you to cum for Daddy again, baby girl." As if I'd said the magic words, she tightened herself around my fingers and started cumming right there. Her feet pressed into the floor and lifted her hips to hold my fingers inside her longer. I worked my soaked fingers in and out of her a few more times. Don't Tease Daddy I brought my face next to hers and placed my fingers between our mouths. "Help Daddy lick these clean, baby girl." Her tongue obediently flew out of her mouth and danced around my two fingers. She had some cum left around her mouth and on her lip so I kissed her. I ran my tongue over the spots of cum several times. Ashley looked into my eyes then and said, "Daddy, you were my first." Then she planted a delicate kiss on my lips. I wrapped my arms around her exhausted body and soaked in the wonder of taking my daughter's virginity. Don't Tease Me, Bitch I've been dating Carole for 3 months. She's 33, got an 18 year old daughter and loves to fuck. She eventually invited me round to her place to stay over night and I've become a regular feature. She's the first black woman I've dated and I'm really enjoying it. Melody, the daughter is small and petite, and a very late developer. She's a saucy thing and she's taken to flirting with me when her mum's not around. Its subtle but its there. Sometimes bending over a bit too far so I can see her bra or panties and sometimes brushing past me. I'm over at Carole's one day and Melody comes home from school with her skirt hiked up so I can see her thighs. Carole sends me an SMS to say she's working late and can I feed Melody. I'm in the kitchen making lunch and Melody comes in, she makes some silly remark and laughing brushes past me again. I put my arms around her and pull her into me. She doesn't resist and rubs a little. "How about a little cuddle and a kiss for Uncle Barry?" I say and she nods and gives me a peck on the cheek. I kiss her on the lips gently and she responds but when I try and put my tongue between her lips she starts to pull away but can't as I still have her firmly pressed against my growing hard-on. I kiss her again but she puts her hands on my shoulders to separate us but I'm out of control now. She's been teasing me far too long. I grab her butt and slide my hands under her skirt to her thin cotton panties and start ripping them off. Melody looks a bit frightened now and says "This isn't funny now Barry, please stop." The panties come off easily and I push my hand between her legs, she tries to squeeze them tight my fingers are on her pussy lips and starting to push inside. She's really struggling now but that just inflames me more so I push her onto the table and get between her legs. I have my mouth over hers to stop her crying out and then I put my hand there as I bend down to lick her cunt. I lube her up, drop my trousers and put my raging cock at the entrance to her vagina. I stop savouring the moment. She's whispering, begging, "Please don't do this Barry, I'll be good, I won't tell anyone, please." I just laugh and start to push my cock into her. She's so tight I have to push hard and she starts to scream as I rip the hymen. The feeling is so intense that I cum immediately but stay rock hard. She's sobbing with her head turned to one side and eyes closed. After 3 minutes of lying on top of her and inside her I start to fuck her again. She thought I'd finished and now she's hitting me with her hands and calling me a mother fucker. I grab her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head. She tries to bite me and I put my other hand round her throat to keep her still. I fuck into her hard and I realise that I'm squeezing her throat hard as well. She's struggling for breath and there is fear in her eyes. The moment extends seemingly forever. She's weakens and stops thrashing and I cum into her in the best orgasm I've ever had and shoot the biggest load of cum ever into her tight cunt. I release her and she breathes and rubs her throat. I look down and can see my cum leaking out of her. I slide my cock out and it is covered in cum and a little blood. It is still pretty hard. I move my cock up and try to push it into her mouth. She resists but weakly and I hold her nose for a couple of seconds and she opens her mouth to breath. I ram my cock between her lips so she's gagging on it and I'm rock hard again. I decide to hold back as there'll be lots of time later. I pick her up and take her to the bathroom. I take her torn clothes off and join her in the shower. She doesn't move or say much as I wash her clean. I dry her off and take her back to the bed and lay her down, removing the towel so I can look at her calmly. I lean over and blow lightly on her small brown nipples on her little breasts. She has her eyes closed. I take the nipple very gently between my lips and begin to roll it around with small circles and butterfly kisses. She is tense but starts to relax and moans so softly I can hardly hear it. I move down her body grazing my tongue and teeth over her perfect skin. I look at her nearly hairless pussy and I'm in heaven. My tongue slips between her outer lips, up and down. She moans again but flinches a little as they still a bit tender. I find her perfect little clit and blow on it and lick it with the very tip of my tongue. I alternate licking and blowing for 10 minutes. I can hear her breathing shortening and the volume of her moans increasing. I squeeze her pussy lips together and her juices dribble out down over her asshole. I return to licking her clit and eventually she pushes my head down and I suck her clit hard and she cums and cums for what seems ages. Eventually her orgasm subsides and I move up and kiss her on the lips. She smiles at me and says "Why didn't you start with that Uncle Barry? Now fuck me again but this time be gentle."