Anything for the Man of the House: Ten Brats who Learn how to Behave (16 page)

“Sit closer, baby, and get me
out a beer,” he ordered.

My eyes widened, but I tried
not to let him see as I bravely scooted closer to him. It must not
have been close enough, because he put his powerful arm over my
shoulders and he pulled me right against him. My big breasts
jiggled, while feelings like the ones I got when I touched myself
started tightening between my thighs. It felt a little damp down
there.

Then the most amazing thing of
all the amazing things happened, and Dad kept his arm around me,
just
like a boyfriend would. I nearly swooned into him with
happiness.

“Pop me a beer, baby,” he
commanded.

“Yes, Dad,” I said, digging one
out.

“You and me, boo, we’re going
to help each other out.”

I had no clue what that meant,
but I wanted nothing to end my perfect bliss so I just nodded like
I knew, handing Dad the open beer. I watched his strong jaw work as
he drank, while I was feeling the attraction inside me grow even
stronger. Gosh, he was
so
hot. I’d seen him shaved, and not
so shaved, and I really liked the rough edgy look he had with his
black whiskers barely showing.

His arm was tight across my
back as I wondered dreamily about what it would feel like to have
my Dad kiss me. Would those dark whiskers scratch? Since everything
was so perfect, I guess I got a little brave and incautious.

“Dad, most of the boys at
school think I’m too big,” I murmured.

“What the fuck,” Dad growled.
His hand on my shoulder was big and warm as it squeezed me. “Are
they crazy?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered.

“Listen, April,” he said, as he
turned on the road that would take us to our secret fishing spot;
one we’d found last year. “They’re just boys, and they don’t know
shit. When they get to be men, they’ll get how fucking hot tits and
ass are.”

I nearly fainted again and my
body stiffened up with my repressed need to squeal in utter
happiness. My Dad thought I had tits and ass. And he
liked
it!

“But mom,” I persisted, because
I was fatal until the end, like the normal young virgin girl I
was.

Dad snorted. “I was fucking
crazy, just because she gave a good blow job. But your mom is all
sharp angles, baby. A man, he wants a woman to sink into, not
sharpness.”

I couldn’t help it. My mouth
fell opened in a big round O and a little squeak escaped. My Dad
like my looks better than my mom’s! Suddenly, Dad’s arm was lifted
from around me and his hand clamped over my bare thigh. His hand
was so big it covered all the width of my thigh, and his fingers
were really high up on my leg. The touch seemed to burn through me,
as I held my breath.

Oh wow,
oh
wow.

I wanted him to touch me higher
so
badly, I nearly whimpered. Dad was glancing at me, as if
checking my reaction, and I managed to get unstuck enough to lick
my lips.

“You like that, baby?” he asked
in a deep whisper.

I nodded energetically, and his
hand instantly moved higher, until his finger nudged under the edge
of my shorts.

“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned outright,
unable to stop the fierce emotions of arousal pouring through me as
my Dad’s fingertip traced the crease of my slit over the little
thong I had on.

Dad growled in his throat ... a
thrilling sound that sounded like he’d found something he really
liked. “Call me that again,” he ordered.

My gaze flew to his and I saw
the dark heat. I licked my achy lips and he watched every movement,
before I whispered, “Daddy.”

His eyes burned hotter and his
finger pushed deeper as my legs spread open all on their own.

“I like that,” he uttered. “You
my sweet little girl?” I nodded, and I wanted to press forward and
grind on his fingertip stroking my slit. “Say it,” he ordered.

“I’m your sweet little girl,
Daddy,” I murmured, and I was surprised that my usually high voice
was so husky sounding.

Daddy pressed inward when I
said it—I moaned, wanting to let my head fall back. “You going to
do what I tell you, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy ... anything.”

Suddenly the truck jerked to a
stop and only Dad’s hand between my thighs kept me from being
thrown forward. Dad slammed the shifter into park and the next
thing I knew he’d hauled me out of the truck. His big hands were up
around the sides of my breasts under my armpits as he pressed me
into the side of his truck, after slamming the bag from the Quick
Stop down onto the hood.

His dark gaze struck my lips as
if he could taste them, while his hands tightened on me. “Gimme
that mouth,” he ordered with a growl, and I nearly wet my
pants.

Then because I didn’t really
know what I was doing, I puckered my lips up like a fishes mouth.
Dad’s eyes lifted to mine for one second, and then dropped back
down to my lips with a sexy side-lifting of his mouth.

“Teaching you is going to be my
prize,” he muttered, right before he slammed his mouth over my
lips.

Passionate heat detonated
inside me at the feeling of my Dad’s warm and firm lips over my
mouth. I moaned outrageously, instantly becoming hornier than I’d
ever been in my life. I'd never been kissed; I'd imagined it, but
doing it was nowhere close to my imagination. Doing it with my Dad
was light years away from what I'd fantasized.

Maybe I dreamed my first kiss
would be a light touch on my lips, a soft caress like when I tried
kissing my pillow at night. But what my Dad was doing to my mouth
was nowhere close to that. It was the attack of a forceful and
confident man, taking what he wanted and teaching the young virgin
beneath him exactly how he wanted it.

I followed him, eagerly trying
to kiss him back as fiercely as he was kissing me, and I thought it
was so freaking hot; the wild kiss, the way he pushed me into his
truck, and the feeling of a big long hardness in his jeans,
pressing into me.

But I was in for it because in
the next second what I thought was hot turned into blazing, when
Dad grabbed the back of my head, and then he pressed his tongue
between my lips.

Holy-moly! I moaned like one of
those porn stars I’d seen on the porno movies, while Dad’s thick
tongue plundered my willing mouth. Then his loose hand clamped over
my butt; the hugeness of his palm covering one big rounded cheek,
and he growled, in what I think sounded like out-of-control
lust.

For
me
!

I clutched him. Then dizzily I
realized that I could touch him. I could steal feels of the roped
muscles over his shoulders, down his back, and then I could grab
his hard butt. I’d seen him, and I knew he was built, but feeling
him was totally different and way more awesome in a way that made
my panties wet and my heartbeat speed up.

I was feeling up
my
Dad.
And he was totally letting me!

In fact we were grinding
together as if our clothes were irritating and we needed to grind
them away.

“Hop up, boo,” Dad ordered in a
growl against my lips.

He used both his hands to grab
my butt and he boosted me upward. I had no choice but to kick my
legs around his hips with my sparkly flip-flops falling off my
feet, while his mouth kept nipping and working against my lips.
However my attention narrowed to a rock hard bulge and the way my
pussy was spread out over it.

“Daddy,” I moaned into his
mouth and I began grinding my hips, because every time I did that
an electric spark of pleasure curled through my pussy. It was
so
hot, I loved it and I wanted more.

“So fucking tight and young,”
Dad rumbled against my lips as his hands holding my butt helped me
to grind my achy and needy slit against his cock.

Whoa. That thing in his pants
was
huge. I mean I’d seen them on the porno movie, but Dad’s
cock felt way bigger than those. And I knew enough to know that I
was the one making it as hard as it was, and it made me feel very
proud I could get my Daddy hard like that.

It had to mean that he liked me
a
lot. It maybe even meant that he liked me like a man
desired a woman. That excited me so much, I started attacking Dad’s
firm lips, kissing him fast, furiously, and really deep. Dad pushed
me up against the truck and he started crushing that thick ridge
into me, making me whimper with need.

“Damn, April,” he growled,
breaking our lips apart. “You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he said,
looking at me with heat and fire snapping in his irises.

All I could hear was my Dad
calling me “baby.” I bit my kiss-swollen bottom lip, and I nudged
my pussy over his hardness. “I’m a virgin, Daddy,” I whispered.
“All the boys think I’m too fat.”

I pouted my bottom lip.

Dad’s voice instantly cracked
with force. “Baby, you’re
not
fat.” My heart soared. “You’re
a fucking hot, sexy teenager, April. Men know how good tits and ass
are, while boys are fucking clueless.”

“Men do?” I asked, right before
my Dad’s lips clamped back down over my mouth.

I guess the answer was in Dad’s
ravenous kisses, while his big hands rose higher on me, and then
they scooted right into my shorts. I squealed as the heat of his
hands closed over the bareness of my big butt cheeks. But he was a
man, and he could fit and squeeze my entire undulating butt into
his hands.

My Daddy had his bare hands on
my naked butt!

I humped him like a crazy
teenager, I was so turned on. The feel of those big hands over my
ass made me lightheaded with young lust, and I’d thought I’d been
turned on at night, laying on my stomach in my bed, while humping
my fingers—thinking of Dad’s hot body. But I was wrong. That was
tiny compared to the arousal storming through my eager young body,
and there was something even more blissful about Dad squeezing,
kneading, and fondling my bare butt that was making me wild.

My inner thoughts were:
“
Touch the crease Daddy. Please, touch the crease.”

I wiggled this way and that
over Dad’s tall and strong body trying to get him to fondle his
fingers into the crease of my ass, where I had this burning desire
to be touched. If only I could be brave enough to ask for it.

But no, I was too embarrassed.
Maybe it would make him think I was yucky. So I just started
moaning wildly every time he came close, thinking he’d
subconsciously get the hint.

And suddenly it worked!

Dad’s big finger slid deep in
the crease of my ass.

I tore our lips apart with my
head falling back. “Daddy,” I cried, passionately.

“Christ, April, you’re fucking
hot,” Dad growled. “You like that, baby girl?”

“Oh
God
,” I groaned, and
he stroked around a place I didn’t think girls were supposed to
like. But wow, it was making me
so
horny. “Daddy, daddy,” I
whined, needing things I couldn’t put into words.

His finger thick entered me a
little and I squirmed around on him, jamming my clit down hard on
his erection.

“Hush, hush, baby girl,” he
muttered, and suddenly without knowing he had moved us, because I
was so into it, I felt my Dad prying me loose from his body.

I wailed, but then the cool
vinyl from the backseat of my Dad’s truck hit my cheek from where
he had tossed me face down onto it. My hands kind of freaked for
purchase, because there really wasn’t any, as my eyes snapped open,
and I wondered: “What the heck?”

But the next thing I felt were
his big hands tugging my shorts and thong down. “Daddy?”

“Hush, baby girl.”

Dad’s wide hand was suddenly
between my legs and a man’s fingers touched my really slippery
pussy lips, where only my small fingers had touched before.

“Oh!” I squealed, and my butt
rose upward as Daddy pressed and rubbed a circle between my slick
pussy lips. My mouth made a big O with no sound coming out. A
thousand aches started spiking deep inside me and they twirled
tighter and tighter with each hard pressing circle of my Daddy’s
fingers in my pussy.

“Lift that hot ass for me, baby
girl,” he ordered in a deep growl, and I was his plaything, because
I would do anything to keep the feelings building inside my young
virgin pussy.

“
Yes
, Daddy,” I cried,
using my knees to curl my ass higher for him.

“Good girl,” he uttered. Then
the most awesome thing in my entire existence happened, and I felt
a warm hot lick of wetness right in my butt.

I squealed and my thighs
blasted open with my Dad prying them from behind as his tongue
licked my asshole.

“Daddy!” I cried, and then I
started panting.

“Fucking virgin holes,” Daddy
uttered thickly.

“Ohwow
oh
wow,” I chanted,
while my Dad licked my asshole as he rubbed my pussy lips deeply
and those aches sprang free into the biggest explosion of pleasure
my young body had ever felt.

*****

“Drink it up, baby.”

My Daddy was looking at me with
blazing heat in his eyes and his lips reddened from my kisses and
from him licking my tight little butthole. I was sprawled across
the back seat of his truck with my shorts and thong gone, tossed
somewhere in the front seat and my cami top pushed up to my neck so
Daddy could play with my taut nipples, while I drank my second wine
cooler.

Every now and then Daddy would
very possessively rub my puffy pink pussy lips, and I knew he
wasn’t faking it; he really wanted me. Chubby April ... who could
turn her Daddy on.

I giggled because I was drunk
on wine and happiness. My amazing Daddy had made me cum like never
before, and he still hadn’t pull his hard cock out of his pants.
But I knew it was coming. His dark eyes promised it was coming. His
other hand lifted the bottom of the wine cooler bottle I had
pressed to my lips and it made me gulp it all down. Then he took
the empty bottle and he tossed it behind him out the open door of
the truck.