Socially Unacceptable (25 page)

Maybe she was going crazy, but she actually
thought about going into Brandon’s room and sleeping with her
adopted dad. The strong notion pulled her to her room so she could
change out of her clothes into a sexy nightshirt—the only lingerie
a virgin possessed. Then she searched the bathroom where he kept a
box of condoms and lubricant. She squeezed some up into her
opening, determined to make him fit, but on her way to his room,
with cool jelly slipping down her legs, she stopped in the dark
hallway to think.

“What am I doing?” she whispered to herself,
in a moment of clarity. The breezy air licked her wet, exposed sex.
She guessed the moisture resembled a caressing tongue. She didn’t
know, but she wanted to.

Arguing with reason, she decided it wasn’t
wrong to go in there as he slept, but it was the worst kind of
deception to make him sleep with her while unaware. He’d be mad if
he caught her, and maybe even kick her out. And he’d be right to
disown her. However, her pussy seemed to be controlling her,
because suddenly it ached more painfully than ever.

Jezebel would have to think of a beautiful
excuse. Whether it was the movie or not, she didn’t know, but a
perfect justification came to her. She could always say she’d gone
mad with lust, which was true. Jezebel would never consider what
she was doing if she didn’t desperately need sex. So maybe she
really was losing her mind due to uncontrollable desires. It seemed
like a perfect explanation. He knew how the mind could convincingly
alter entire worlds and personalities; he just might believe how
irrepressible her libido if she explained. He knew she was a
virgin, so surely he could see intense sexual impulses pushed her
to extremes, making her act outside her character.

Her desire for sex was so strong, she decided
not to give it another thought. She’d suffer the consequences if
she needed to. There was no way around it—Jezebel simply had to
lose her virginity that night and her daddy had to be the one to
fuck her.

Brandon left the dimmed lights on that hung
over his mahogany bed, and the bathroom fan was on to drown out
noise. He slept in a sheet with one leg out. From what she saw, he
wore boxers and a tee. While on his back, the situation couldn’t
have been more ideal. Well, she would have liked him naked, but he
expected her to come in at some point.

Jezebel crept to the side of his bed, and
brushed her fingers along the blankets and his chest while watching
him sleeping. She thought about kissing him, but if she got away
with anything that night, she wanted to feel him stiff inside of
her. Moving slowly, she pulled back the covers and waited for him
to stir. He didn’t. Nor did he move when she got in bed with him,
laying by his side.

For minutes she waited still, and then she
dared to cup his cock. Under delicate fingers, she tenderly held
his balls and flaccid shaft. Then she gently brushed his groin with
the softest touch. Wild triumph swelled inside her. Freely and
openly she softly petted her daddy’s dick and this time she had no
doubt his cock stiffened.

In the dimmed light, she watched him
peacefully sleep while his body reacted to the pleasure of her
hand. Unknowing to him, he liked his daughter’s caressing. His
strong arms lay out to the sides, with one hand cushioning his
neck, and the other under a pillow. Although she knew she should
feel remorse for making advances on him, she pretended his dick
gave its consent. She played with the material that caged in his
untamed erection. By carefully scratching at the stitches where the
ridge of his cock hid below, she got her daddy so hard he whimpered
in his sleep.

Her small hand was nothing in comparison to
his length and girth. She doubted she teased his cock during the
movie, because he would have had to unzip his jeans for relief he
was so big. Imagining he needed liberation that moment and she
craved to feel his silky skin in her hand, she slowly progressed
onward.

“Do you like that daddy?” she mouthed
silently, and her pussy squeezed out jelly from her core as she
moaned. Jezebel used some of the creamy droplets to slick the
fabric holding back his beastly cock. She stroked the cloth hoping
it would feel smooth like his shaft.

Her excitement built up. Every fiber of her
being was aware she shouldn’t touch her daddy as he slept, but
knowing how naughty she behaved was a huge thrill. Maybe she wanted
to get caught after all to have a chance to explain. With luck,
he’d take pity on her, and understand her libido on overdrive
steered her right into his bed before he ravished her virgin pussy
like she thought her good daddy should.

Jezebel leaned in toward Brandon’s dick.
Every inch she closed in, she panted faster. The seconds seemed
like minutes, but she lowered her lips to his shaft and blew hot
breaths against him. Envisioning herself licking his boxers, she
saw herself draw her tongue up his length before finally lapping
his cramped, bent shaft. For the first glorious time, she lay her
mouth on hot, throbbing girth. She was glad her dad was the one to
be under her wet tip. It felt oddly right.

After a brief flick to his soaked tip, she
froze because he exhaled a groan. The sounds of his enjoyment made
her smile. Then she licked him again. Gliding her tongue from the
bottom to the top, she lapped his boxers until wet. From his
pre-cum and her saliva on his tip, the boxers felt skin smooth.
While closing her eyes, she imagined she licked his bare shaft. She
flicked his rigid, round end, and softly moaned when tasting his
salty spot where he dripped evidence that his dick liked the
attention.

The taste of him drove her wild. She took a
risk and dipped her tongue into the slit of his boxers. Then she
daringly drew her slick red flesh up his hot skin in one long
stroke. When the material forced her to stop, before she reached
her goal of wrapping her mouth around his magnificent head, she
glided south. She felt his slickness with her sensitive tip,
sensing every hard vein and bend of his stiff length. She licked
her daddy’s cock, even the drastic edge around his top; knowing she
was taking advantage of him, however, was the real thrill. She was
so close to sleeping with him she could literally taste it.

The troublesome fabric worked against her.
Licking off the boxers didn’t come easy. She toyed with his cock,
slathered his rod with her drool, and throbbed with every lick to
her daddy’s unsuspecting sex. All the while he lay still; though he
exhaled labored breaths, he slept. She hoped he dreamed of her, and
the mouth that nibbled his shaft was hers.

Jezebel crushed her tongue on his salty hole,
making it bend yet more. Then she unfastened the button from the
gaping breach, drawing the side out wide.

Brandon stirred, and she immediately stopped.
Her heart thumped in her chest so violently, she swore he’d wake
from hearing it drum. The panicked beat of her heart made her
realize she’d gone too far. Deep down she knew she should never
have taken her desires so far, but she let one bad decision turn
into another. Even though he didn’t open his eyes or rouse, she
knew she had a chance to make things right and leave.

For a long minute, Jezebel lay on her pillow,
and as she calmed down, she watched Brandon’s cock throb in the
glow of the lights. He seemed to want it, but nowhere as badly as
her. If her pussy wasn’t burning with heat she couldn’t relieve,
she might have had the power to go back into her room. But his
pulsating shaft called her like the crook of a finger. She wouldn’t
have dreamed of following its command, but Jezebel had no choice.
Her lust was too strong. And since his craving beat with her own
desire, she imagined they throbbed in time because they needed each
other with the same voracity.

She returned to him, and the guilt lasted
only a breath. Jezebel sat on his dick to ease both their torture.
She lifted her night shirt, and took a full minute lowering all her
weight on him. Until the last second, she didn’t dare seal their
sexes together. In the dark, she stared at her sleeping daddy; he
let out soft snores. Then she spread her slit, and adjusted to make
his hot girth fill her folds. She bit her bottom lip to refrain
from letting out a sigh. The strength in his stiffness intimidated
her. His heat somehow surpassed hers. Then she took a long, slow
swipe up his length. Her pussy slid up his powerful rod. The KY
made for easy strokes, but Jezebel quickly learned she loved
grinding her clit against her daddy’s wet cockhead. And soon their
soft pants were in unison, matching the slow movements as she
slickened his glistening girth with her juices.

She hugged her night shirt to her stomach and
watched his plump end poke out from between her puffy, pussy lips.
Seeing her daddy’s dick between her tiny, virgin folds made her
extraordinarily wet. The excitement was too much. She kept
returning to her sweet spot, making her daddy attentive to her
throbbing. Then out of greed, she thrived on the exciting image of
his shaft continually emerge out from under her again. It was like
seeing her dad penetrate into her every time she ground up his
length to make him disappear. His thickness spread her slit to the
side at an incredible width. The sight made her smolder with
unquenchable craving. His lengthy cock was so long that she had to
make exaggerated sways to reach his end. The intimidating size both
terrified and mesmerized her, but she loved how he was as large as
she always fantasized him being. Her watering pussy wanted to know
what he’d feel like deep inside her.

Jezebel took his large shaft in her hand, and
with her fist under his glands, she tried stuffing him inside her.
She sat on his tip when he didn’t immediately sink in. Their sexes
were soaked, and her hand was heavily coated, too, which
regrettably made him slip from her hand when she squeezed too close
to the end. Forcing him to penetrate her proved difficult. She
hovered over his lap, using one hand to direct his dick to her
opening and the other to pull apart her lips to spread her hole.
Nothing worked, but she was not deterred. Imagining it would just
take time, Jezebel tugged his slick dick in her hand and
rhythmically crushed her pussy on his firm cap.

She closed her eyes, and enjoyed each roll of
her hips. The determination had its rewards. Her daddy’s muscle
could massage her core until soft and she’d love every second. His
girth felt even bigger while going by feel alone. His stiffness, so
hard that the grinding gave no yield, poked and prodded her
entrance deliciously, stretching her. Because she loved it so much,
she spent a good long while softening the delicate skin protecting
her virginity. For several exhilarating minutes his caresses seemed
enough, but then suddenly it wasn’t.

She held his cock in hand, determined to get
his swollen cap in. This time she sat harder, and didn’t let up
until she felt the sting of his tip penetrating. Her core ached
with anticipation, far more painfully than his thick cock burrowing
into her. She added more weight, gripped him firmly, and let out a
silent cry when his broad bulb stretched and opened her wide. He
spread her pussy slickly and slowly, and with resolve she breathed
through the flaming pain. Pausing when she couldn’t take it
anymore, she went slowly, stuffing his massive dick in her with
leisure. The pressure of his thickness stifled her breaths, but she
swelled with pride in her triumph. Her daddy’s dick glided into her
tight, untouched pussy. All she wanted now was to enjoy his sex,
but she had to wait for that. Any sudden movements and his immense
girth would hurt her.

She slowly bore down, sinking him deeper and
deeper. But when he entered half way Jezebel couldn’t take the
stinging throb anymore. She stopped working him in, and tried to
relax by stroking her pink nub. The pleasure was bliss, unlike any
other time she’d masturbated before. Having his thickness inside,
stretching her walls, she felt like she’d cream all over his
erection before she even got started.

The longer she played with herself with her
daddy’s dick in her pussy, the more excited she became. Her tense
walls relaxed, and before she knew what she was doing, she swayed
with enjoyable tugging. She slowly rode his cock, bouncing softly
to stroke his red cap with her tense opening. The gliding was
incredible, and she whimpered despite trying not to.

Suddenly she felt a gush of heat fill her
core, and Brandon groaned out slurred words, “Daddy’s cumming,
Jezzy.” She halted, but only for a second as she stared at him in
fear, but fearing he’d wake if she stopped, she only skipped a
beat. His hot semen leaked out as she lifted off his tip, but then
she forced him back in and her daddy shot more life giving sperm
back into her. The reckless act couldn’t be helped. She had to take
the chance, and without pausing she squeezed more and more cum from
his balls with several slow caresses. He emptied his load in her,
and the hot sticky mess dipped down his sex and coated her
folds.

Then she sat on his lap, moving her daddy’s
cock in deep. His semen was a silky lubricant, which she used to
rub her clit. And when she was sure she had the freedom to bounce
on his shaft again, she rode him with gentle sways that quietly
rocked the bed. She didn’t risk moving hard, but his girth was
enough. The smallest motion stroked her tight walls, and
beautifully tugged. Amazingly, Jezebel peaked within seconds. She
shivered in a violent cycle of trembling on his cock while she
writhed and climaxed harder from the uncontrollable strokes. She
dropped her palms to his sides, and jolted as her pussy shook on
his shaft. Her daddy clearly loved the unintentional jerks and
jolts, because he ejaculated a second time.

She watched him tense and his chest rise and
fall from heavy panting. When her orgasm washed her with much
needed satisfaction, she watched her daddy sleep. He looked
peaceful and relaxed, like he yearned for the same release she
searched for. Then she leaned down, and softly kissed his mouth,
wishing she could whisper, “Thank you.”