CHAPTER 3
“Yes, Isabelle. I think your mother would appreciate me being the disciplinarian for once, don’t you? She doesn’t seem to like much else about me anymore. But maybe… if I teach you something, she’ll stick around.”
“I don’t know, daddy,” I whispered. “I’m sorry though, if I was being bad.”
Daddy was so confident, sitting beside me on the couch in his business suit with that bright red tie. I remembered buying it for him for his last birthday.
“Don’t be sorry, Isabelle. It’s all part of growing up. Now… let’s see how grown up you really are,” he nodded, licking at his lips.
And all of a sudden, I felt his hand beginning to move, to slide up my leg. He was inching it down along my thigh, fast approaching the wet gash between my limbs. I had my panties around the lower half of my legs.
They trapped me from spreading them any farther apart. But it didn’t seem to matter to him, as he kept on with that wanton hand.
I felt his fingers only a mere few inches from my pussy now. Daddy paused, allowing his hand to rub back and forth across my skin.
“So, you’ve never had a man touch you here, Isabelle?” He asked. I shook my head no again.
“How about here?” Daddy inquired, moving his hand up to my lower abdomen, just above the mons pubis.
“No, daddy, not ever,” I gasped. His touch was sending all kinds of electrifying sensations through my body.
I couldn’t believe my naked, bald privates were out on display! With my daddy just sitting there! Staring down at them! But how good it felt! Thinking of his cock growing erect for my body… That’s what I wanted! I wished to feel his shaft expanding with excitement for my pussy.
And, judging by the tightening of his pants, I think this is just what was going on. My feminine juices were flowing heavily now, like nothing I’d ever experienced in my life. It’s like his hands were big pumps, just forcing the liquids from me.
Every single time he touched me in a new spot, I felt another rush of precum filling my tight little hole. I must have been drenched by now!
“And what about…” Daddy’s hand moved slow, oh so slowly! I could tell just where it was going… Sliding down my stomach, down along the inner thigh right by my hip, and at last right onto my sex! “Here,” he said.
I moaned loudly, arching my back unconsciously. The movement caused my hips to drive forward and up, forcing his hand farther down my pussy lips.
“No, daddy! I swear!” Came my hurried reply.
I could barely think at all! Having my step-dad’s fingers on my cunt! They were rubbing side to side, right on the clitoris but only on the outside portions.
He didn’t dare venture inside me, yet. I was frightened and scared, but dying for him to slide a finger between the lips and feel my wetness.
Those plump, engorged lips of mine were like a dam holding back flood waters! One little crack in the barrier and my endless liquids would come rushing out. That’s what I wanted him to feel…
“So then, this is the first time a man has ever handled your… naughty bits?” He asked.
I nodded, looking right into his eyes. They were bright and alive with desire. The more he handled my pussy, the more I saw life coursing through his gaze.
My own eyes were trembling and nervous having never been touched like this, I was apprehensive, yet ready. I knew if it were to happen, I wanted daddy to be my first. He would at least treat me right.
“And Isabelle… have you touched a man’s cock?”
“No!” I blurted, almost choking. “I’ve never done anything like that, daddy, I swear. I’d have asked you first.”
Doh, what was I thinking! Asking him first?!
“I bet you’d like to, wouldn’t you?” Daddy smiled, taking hold of my hand.
“Yes, daddy. I’d like to touch yours,” came my meek reply.
My step-father was already dragging my hand across his lap, placing it right on top of his pants right on the massive bulge which had been growing steadily, larger and larger ever since he’d sat down.
It was big! I thought he might have been sneaking a baseball bat in his pants! The sheer size of his cock was alarming. Feeling it full of blood, this close up, scared me… How was he going to fit anything that large into my virgin hole? He’d split me apart!
“Go on then, Isabelle. Touch your daddy’s cock. That’s a good girl. Mmmhmm, handle my shaft. I want you to see how hard your filthy little pussy is making your daddy get.
And that’s all your fault, isn’t it?”
He paused here, squeezing my wrist to make the severity of his statement known.
“Yes, daddy. I’ve been a bad girl and made you all hard,” I whimpered, desperately wanting to paw at his dick again.
“I’m glad you understand, little girl. But we’re still left with the problem of my throbbing cock, aren’t we?”
I nodded, averting my gaze from his.
“Well then,” he continued. “What are we going to do about that? You’ve got this dick big and ready for action. What can you do to help make it feel better, baby girl?”
Daddy’s hand was still gliding up and down my southern lips. He had yet to penetrate beyond the exterior folds only teasing and taunting me, making it feel so damn good and so damn right, despite everything wrong I was feeling on the inside.
“You, uh, you… you want to use my pussy, daddy?” I moaned. And here his cock jumped in my hand at the words.
I must have said something pretty arousing, because the big meat pole nearly leapt out of the pants and attacked me! I even reeled back a little with shock. My Doctor Daddy only smiled.
“That might help, wouldn’t it, pretty girl?”
“Yes, daddy. I could help you feel better, couldn’t I?”
“Isabelle, I think you could…” And immediately upon finishing his sentence, I felt daddy plunge his fingers into my pussy! Pushing right between the lips and into my warm slit!
Oh god… Fuck!
What an amazing sensation this was! I could feel my inner walls coming alive with arousal. The wetness from my cunt rushed outward in great waves of sexual excitement.
“Oh baby girl…” He groaned as the liquid coated his fingers, running down my crack and onto the couch. “You’re making daddy feel worse right now, aren’t you? Look how big my cock is getting for you. This wet pussy of yours is a very naughty thing, isn’t it?”
“God, yes, daddy! I’m a naughty girl! I saw your-your uh, your cock in the shower!” I couldn’t believe the words had escaped my own mouth! Admitting to staring at my step-father’s penis, for god’s sake! I was a mess! Lost in a world of lust and arousal, at the hand’s of my daddy and his pulsating pole.
“Oh,” he smiled, leaning back slightly. “So you saw me in the shower, did you?”
“Yes, daddy. I was being bad.”
“And did you like what you saw, baby girl?” He questioned me, ramming his fingers farther inside my aching hole. Jesus! If his hand felt this amazing, I wonder what that big, thick dick would do to me!
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, daddy. I’ve never seen anything so big…”
“My, my, Isabelle,” he pursed his lips. “You really have been a bad girl, haven’t you? I really think your mother is going to enjoy this little lesson I have for you. You know, she’s thinking about leaving me, don’t you?”
Daddy pumped his fingers in and out of me as he spoke. It was difficult to hear the words from all the pleasurable sensations filling my head. How was I supposed to keep track of what he said when I was being taken on the couch of our living room!
“I thought so, daddy… but what can I do to help?”
“Just do what you’ve always done,” came his reassuring reply. “Just be my sweet little girl…”
Oh god… he was reaching another hand up under my shirt, taking hold of my pink nipples at the end of these perky boobs. I loved how warm and heated his hands were.
They felt so good on my breasts, warming the skin as he began to squeeze and knead at the tissue. I was being delighted on all fronts! With my cute little tits being massaged and my pussy taking a finger or two… God!
We were definitely off to a wonderful start! I just knew daddy could keep this going long enough to please me! He would give me that big, nasty cock. I wanted him to abuse me with that bat.