When I turned fifteen my body burned with a hunger I couldn’t name. Boys had never mattered before, but suddenly every glance from a guy made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb. My friends taught me how to touch myself, and I took to it like I’d been waiting for permission. Every night I locked my door, stripped, and spent hours learning my own body. I rubbed my clit in tight circles until my thighs shook, pushed two fingers deep into my soaked cunt, and squeezed my small tits while I came. The wet sounds of my own fingers fucking me became the soundtrack to my nights.
Sometimes I crept down the hall to my parents’ bedroom window. Through the glass I heard the steady creak of their bed and the slick, messy sounds of my dad pounding my mom. I pressed my ear to the wall and fingered myself in time with those wet slaps, imagining it was me taking every inch of him.
My obsession grew. I started watching him constantly. His dark curly hair, those deep brown eyes, the way his tall, muscular frame moved when he played with my little brothers or washed dishes. His abs flexed under his shirt and I couldn’t look away. He asked about school, my grades, my friends, but I wanted him to ask about my body, about the way my pussy ached for him the way he asked my mom intimate things when he brought her flowers.
I told my friend Kathy everything. She said it was just a phase and I’d forget about it once I got a boyfriend. So I started dating Toby, the nerdy guy who was available. I dyed my dark hair blond like the other girls and started wearing crop tops that showed my small tits and short shorts that barely covered my ass. Toby noticed immediately. He started pressuring me to fuck him, but I told him he’d have to wait until my sixteenth birthday. I did suck his cock though, often, and let him finger me in his car after dates. His fingers felt good, but something was missing.
At home I still touched myself every night. One afternoon I was in the kitchen wearing tiny booty shorts and a crop top with deep cleavage, washing dishes. My dad walked in wearing only sweatpants, and I saw the thick outline of his hard cock pressing against the fabric. It was huge. He muttered an apology and left quickly, but that image stayed burned in my mind.
That night I tried pushing a carrot into my pussy, but it was too cold and too thick. My need only got worse. I started avoiding Toby’s calls and spent more time watching my dad. He began avoiding me too, leaving rooms when I entered. My mom noticed and asked what was wrong. He said nothing, but I knew he felt it too.
When mom took my brothers to visit our grandparents, I saw my chance. I put on a tiny transparent dress with nothing underneath and walked into his room. He was lying on the bed scrolling through TikTok. When he looked up, his mouth fell open.
“What the hell are you doing, Nikki?” he asked, his voice rough.
I didn’t answer. I walked straight to him and pressed my body against his. For a moment he froze, then his hands came up and grabbed my waist. His fingers slid under the thin fabric of my dress, finding my bare ass, then moving between my legs to feel how wet I was.
“Fuck,” he groaned against my neck. His fingers pushed into my pussy without warning, two thick digits stretching me open. I moaned and ground down on his hand while he finger-fucked me standing there. My juices ran down his wrist as he pumped into me, his thumb rubbing my clit in rough circles.
He pushed me onto the bed and yanked his sweatpants down. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, the head already glistening with precum. He climbed between my spread legs and rubbed the fat head of his dick up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness.
“You want this?” he growled.
“Yes, daddy,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He slammed into me in one brutal thrust, burying his entire length in my tight cunt. I cried out as he stretched me, my walls clenching around his thickness. He didn’t give me time to adjust. He started fucking me hard, his hips slapping against mine, his heavy balls hitting my ass with every thrust. The bed creaked beneath us as he pounded my pussy, his hands pinning my wrists above my head.
“So fucking tight,” he grunted, driving deeper. “This is what you wanted? Your dad’s cock stretching your little cunt?”
“Yes,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Harder, daddy. Fuck me harder.”
He flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up, then drove back into me from behind. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me open as he fucked me mercilessly. I could feel every inch of him, the way his cock dragged against my walls, the way his pelvis slapped against my clit with each thrust. My pussy gushed around him, soaking the sheets beneath us.
He reached around and rubbed my clit while he fucked me, his fingers working the swollen nub until I was shaking. When I came, my cunt clamped down on his cock, pulsing and squeezing as I screamed into the pillow. He didn’t stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, his thrusts growing erratic.
“Gonna fill you up,” he groaned. “Gonna pump my cum deep in this tight little pussy.”
He buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock throbbing as he flooded my cunt with thick ropes of cum. I felt it leaking out around his shaft, running down my thighs as he kept pumping into me, pushing his seed deeper with each thrust.
When he finally pulled out, a thick stream of cum followed, dripping from my well-fucked hole. He flipped me onto my back and pushed two fingers into my cum-filled pussy, fucking his load back into me while I moaned and writhed beneath him.
“I am gonna fuck you so hard tonight,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “You’re not going anywhere tonight.”
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