Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (15 page)

One night, he came to my bed
after my mother had fallen asleep.

“I can’t stop thinking about
you, Amabelle.” He stripped off his boxer shorts and climbed into
my bed. His cock was already rigid.

I pulled off my tank top and my
pajama shorts and snuggled up to him. “You wanna take me from
behind, like you always like?”

“Yeah, baby, you know exactly
what I want.”

I got on my hands and knees, and
he climbed behind me, reaching for my baby oil and slathering it
onto his cock.

“You ready for me,
babygirl?”

“Yes, daddy, fuck me. Fuck my
ass.”

His dick pushed inside my
willing rear opening, and he pumped me slowly, trying not to rattle
the bed. His hand went around my hip, and he found my clit, already
swollen with desire. For the nest few moments he continued fucking
my ass and rubbing my sensitive nub, until I buckled and shuddered
with my first orgasm. I always came quickly when he fucked me like
that. It was my favorite position too.

“Baby, are you ready to have
daddy put his cock into your pussy?”

I knew that question was going
to come up at some point. We both realized that I liked sex way too
much, and if I didn’t give my virginity to him, I would end up
doing it when I went away to college. There was no way I could wait
till marriage, now that I knew how great sex was.

“Yes, daddy, I’m ready. Put it
into my pussy. Take my virginity.”

“Oh, I love you baby, so
much.”

“I love you too, daddy.”

He pulled his cock out of my ass
and wiped it with a wet nap that I had on my nightstand. I lay on
my back, giddy with anticipation.

“Spread your legs, baby. I’m
gonna go slow, okay? It will hurt a little, but not too much.
You’re gonna get used to it in no time, I promise.”

I held my legs wide apart, while
he guided his cock between my lower lips. He pushed in, slowly at
first, until he hit my virginal membrane.

“Are you ready, baby?”

I closed my eyes. “Yes,
daddy.”

His cock tore through my
paper-thin barrier and kept plunging all the way in. I moaned,
trying to cover my mouth to avoid making loud noises. My mom was
right next door to us. The initial pain was bearable, but his thick
cock continued pushing the walls of my tight pussy, making me want
to scream. Thankfully, he didn’t move his dick inside me for a few
moments, letting me adjust. He was breathing hard, trying not to
make any noises, just like me.

“I’m ready now,” I said a few
seconds later. “Fuck me, daddy. Take me as hard as you want.”

His massive cock plunged in and
out of my inexperienced pussy, while he kissed me — on my lips,
neck, breasts. When he pinched my nipple between his teeth, I
forgot all about the pressure between my legs.

“Do it again, daddy, bite my
nipple,” I whispered.

He did as requested, and it was
so hard not to cry out. I loved when he played with my breasts, the
rougher the better. Soon, there was no pain in my pussy whatsoever,
only endless pleasure. His cock kept stretching me, rubbing the
sensitive spot on the inside of my hot canal, one that I didn’t
even know existed, but sure felt heavenly right now.

“Right there daddy, yes, right
there. Feels really good. Yes, fuck me, daddy. Really hard.”

Before I could realize I was no
longer whispering, my orgasm hit me like an oncoming train. I
almost wailed, but Randy was quick, and he put his hand over my
mouth. Not being able to take a breath only amplified the intensity
of my climax, and I kept shuddering and spasming over his cock,
almost on the verge of passing out.

“I’m ready to come too, baby,”
he whispered in my ear. “Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes, daddy, please. Squirt your
cum inside my pussy.”

“But what if you become
pregnant?” He kept pumping his cock, his breaths ragged.

“We’ll deal with it later,
daddy. I just want you to come inside me, now.”

I felt the hot spray of his
jizz, coating the walls of my sex, squirting out like tiny geysers.
My pussy was still contracting over his cock, milking it for every
last drop.

We finally collapsed onto the
pillows, completely spent. His softening dick slid out of me, and
we lay there for a few minutes. I could feel his sticky cum
dribbling out of me and subconsciously raised my butt, stuffing
another pillow under it.

“What you are doing,
Amabelle?”

“I don’t want your cum to leak
out. I want it all inside me.”

“You know what that means,
right?”

“Yes, daddy. Maybe I can give
you a baby. Would that be so bad?”

He leaned over me and kissed
me.

“No, babygirl. That wouldn’t be
bad at all. In fact, it would be perfect.”

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About the Author

Connie Cliff

Connie Cliff is a short story erotica
writer. She fell in love with the literary erotica genre when she
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finds herself infatuated with the older man, and it turns out that
her feelings are mutual. He teaches her lots of new things, all the
while trying to preserve her virtue for as long as possible. But
soon enough, their patience cannot be curbed, and he finally takes
her, hard and without any protection. Is he hoping for a nice
surprise nine months down the road?
This short story contains descriptions of first time fun, backdoor
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She Is
A Flirty BBW Brat – Candy Dance

“Damn it, Midge, I didn’t
fucking get married to be a eunuch!” After my stepdad shouted that
blast,

I watched him stalk shirtless
through the den where I was veg’ing on the couch. My parents had
been yelling at each other for over an hour.

I hopped up to kneel over the
back of the couch so I could see Erick’s ripped body moving toward
the garage door. Oh boy, he was built and I didn’t often get a
chance to see that mounded bare muscular upper body of his with a
huge hawk inked over the roped sinew on his back. The wings spread
out over tanned mounds across his upper shoulders.

Yummy.

Erick threw down the tee shirt
he’d been carrying and he turned to yell back upstairs, giving me a
view of his low slung jeans. He had these bands of muscle that
roped down each side of his hips and looking at them made me feel
all achy. God! Mom was crazy for not jumping Erick and fucking him
all day ... every day.

“You going to make me pay for
it, Midge!” he yelled.

His dark whiskered jaw looked
like it was ready to snap as I stared dazedly at his bare chest,
wondering what he meant by paying? Did he mean he’d go out and pay
for sex? Wow, I’d give him sex for free anytime he wanted it. Mom
would kill me if she knew how much I lusted after Erick, but geeze
Mom had robbed the cradle marrying Erick after my real Dad dumped
her.

Mom had met Erick at some
singles meet up in a backyard, where they were showing old zombie
movies on an outdoor screen. Could it be any lamer than my mom, at
her age, going out to something like that? Mom had even stolen some
of my clothes, in an effort to look younger. Mom still did that all
the time ... took my clothes to wear, like the pink camisole I had
on with no bra and some Juicy short shorts; my mom had tried to fit
into them just last week.

But no go, mom was too skinny,
while I had an abundance of curves.

Erick’s amazing brown eyes
swept to me where I was hanging over the couch, then I was
surprised to see my stepdad checking out my barely covered butt.
The look that tightened his handsome face was hard to read, right
before he growled at me.

“April, you want to go fishing?
Right
now, boo.”

I was shocked, but not so
shocked that I didn’t forget to immediately start nodding my head
like a crazy person, while my heartbeat still thumped at my stepdad
calling me “boo.” It was so intimate and the way he said it with
his deep voice just curled through me and made me yearn for things
I barely understood.

“I’m going to fucking find me
some, Midge!” My stepdad yelled upstairs, then he gestured to me to
come along.

I scooted off the couch and
dipped my toes around to get my pink-spangled flip-flops on as I
started to say, “I should go tell mom I’m go—”

My stepdad interrupted me.
“Don’t tell her, just come on.”

A thrill rushed through me at
keeping secrets from my mom, and at my stepdad keeping them with
me. Then I got even more thrilled because he wanted to keep the
fact we were going out together a secret, but really my mom would
never notice.

After fighting, she’d be locked
up in her room using the computer she chatted on for hours every
evening and on her days off. Mom wouldn’t even check to see if I
was in bed or in the house; she’d kind of left me on my own after I
had turned eighteen and was a senior.

“’Kay,” I whispered to my
stepdad as he stalked forward and grabbed my hand, then he tugged
me to the garage door and I got even closer to his sexy bared
chest. So close, I brushed against him and I know my hard nipple
touched him as he used an arm around me to tug me from the garage
doorway to his truck. I saw his eyes darken at that touch and I
just knew he’d felt it.

Wow.

I wasn’t really wearing a
fishing outfit, but I didn’t care as long as my Dad kept looking at
me like he was. Then his really big hands caught my waist and he
lifted me into the passenger seat. I’m a round and curvy young
woman, but Dad lifted me easily and his wide hands spanned my waist
effortlessly. Right through the silky lightness of my cami top, I
felt more than I’d ever felt touching me that close, and suddenly
the hardness in the points of my nipples began to ache.

I bit my lip looking down at
Dad holding me with his gaze intent on me.

“Boo, you won’t ever deny sex
to your boyfriends, will you?” I instantly lied by shaking my head.
There was no way I was going to admit to him I was inexperienced.
“If you want a good man, honey, don’t ever deny him your sweetness,
you hear me.”

Wow! First, I didn’t have a
boyfriend and second I’d never had sex, but I knew a lot about it
from girlfriends and this one sleepover I’d had when I was younger.
One of the girls brought two porn movies. We’d watched them all,
and I’d learn so much from them that I pretty much knew what my Dad
meant.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

The moment I said that, Dad got
immediately tense with his gaze darkening, and I felt an aura
heating up around us. Oh wow, he really,
really
liked me
calling him that. His long fingers clenched on my waist with his
gaze narrowing on my mouth, making me super glad that I’d just put
bubblegum pink gloss on my lips. He was
so
hot.

I thought I’d melt.

Then he let me go and stood
back to slam my door shut and the buildup I thought I’d felt sort
of burst. Had I imagined everything? Was my Dad just so freaking
hot that I’d mistaken something pointed at me for just his natural
hotness around anything female.

I nibbled on my bottom lip,
glancing at my Dad driving shirtless with his arm propped over the
steering wheel. That forearm was big and roped with muscle, and I
decided maybe I’d mistaken his anger for something else I’d wanted
it to be.

No way could he ever be
interested in his plump daughter.

Dad stopped at the Quick Stop
and bought beer, worms for fishing, and strangely a pack of four
wine coolers. I sat in the truck when he went inside, while he
stayed still amazingly shirtless, and I watched several girls from
my class turning to look back at him.

They giggled excitedly, and I
got instantly jealous of their thin good looks, while I began
chanting silently: “Don’t look at them Daddy. Don’t look at them
when you come out.” Because they hung around, and I knew it was to
get another look at him.

Then I saw my Dad at the glass
door and I leaned forward. When he pushed through the door, his
gaze was turned to me and he never looked their way! I was so
happy. Dad got in the truck and had me hold the sack from the
store, then he picked up his tee shirt and sadly pulled it on.

I pouted and looked in the bag,
surprised to see wine coolers and a little jar of Vaseline. I
scrunched my nose. “Dad, how do we use Vaseline to fish with?” I
asked.

I heard the truck start and I
turned to look at my Dad, and I caught him looking at my crotch,
which was barely covered in my short, shorts. Oh wow.

“We’ll see if you’re sweet
enough for me to show you, baby.”

Baby?
I could barely
breathe at my smoking hot Dad calling me “baby” when he never had
before. Whatever he said next was lost on me as my heartbeat picked
up and I tried to figure out what was going on.