Daddy's Too Big For My Little Girl (Virgin Daughter Breeding Sex)

Too Big For My Little Girl

Virgin Daughter Breeding Sex

By Riley Rourke

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Too Big For My Little Girl

“
I Don’t know how you do it.”

I froze in the hall outside Stephanie’s room.
My step-daughter was home from her first semester of college and
had been in there for most of the week talking to her friends on
the computer. This time though, she had the volume up a lot louder
than usual.

“What are you talking about, Dena? Do what?”
Her voice was sweet, just like the rest of her. I married Steph’s
mom about six years ago, and at the time it was great.

Tina, her mom, was young, active and excited
to be around me when we got together, but since then, she spent
most of her time going away on business trips, or obsessing over
her work. We barely saw each other anymore. Ships passing in the
night, that kind of thing. For a long time, I worried that it was
something
I
did to push Tina away, maybe how badly I wanted
another kid or two. I only found out later that she did too, but
she was just too obsessed with work to have time for a baby. That
always stung.

“Your dad, step-dad, whatever.” Her friend’s
voice snapped me out of my daydream. “I don’t know how you can be
around him and not get, you know, horny as hell.” That got my
attention.

“I...uh...I mean he’s my dad, you know?
Always been there for me when I went through all kinds of obnoxious
little girl stuff, high school stuff, you know? I can’t think of
him like that. Even though you’re kind of right.”

She is?
I leaned against the wall,
careful to stay silent. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I
didn’t at first. I’d never heard her say anything like this, even
though I spent most of our time together since she got old enough
to
grow up
forcing myself to look away from her beautiful
body. It tore me up. She was so beautiful, reminded me so much of
her mother when we got together, that it was hard to be around her,
especially alone, like we were so often. That was just silly
fantasy though; I knew I’d never do anything about it. I’m not that
sort of man.

“You know I’d love to fuck that man. Every
time I ever went over to your house, like last Thanksgiving? I
don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody I wanted between my legs worse
than your daddy.” As her friend rambled on, I put my hand in the
pocket of my jeans and stretched my fingers.

I heard Stephanie giggle. “He’s such a good
guy though. God, I was so awful to Jake – dad – for so long. I had
this, like, t-shirt that I got from church camp when I was ten. I
used to wear it around the house, but way, way longer than I should
have.”

My cock swelled in my jeans. I remember
walking into the house one time and seeing her laying on the couch,
she was a senior in high school then. Big, round tits stretched
against that Camp Lahoka shirt that hadn’t fit for ten years.

“Nuh-uh! Really? You’re such a dirty little
whore!”

They both giggled as the tip of my dick
bulged halfway down my leg. Through my pocket, I stroked the side.
Listening to the two girls carry on, I rubbed my tip through my
jeans in hard, massaging circles.

“Yeah, I was so awful. All I wanted was to
get his attention. I donno. You know what else I did? I spent a
whole lot of time figuring out exactly how to fold a towel so that
it barely covered my nipples, and when I bent over – which I did a
lot of – he got an eyeful.”

You’re not the only one who remember that,
baby girl
. She used to parade around the house barely covered
up. Right after little Steph turned eighteen, I’d chased one of her
asshole ex-boyfriends off and she spent most of the night crying in
my arms. The next morning, I woke up early and made coffee. She
came down stairs in a towel that was just like what she described.
Just like yesterday I remembered the little pink circles around her
nipples peeking out the top of her towel. I wouldn’t look though. I
just refused. At least when she was paying attention. I couldn’t
give in to that sort of thing, so I forced myself not to look.

Except for the one time she did that, turned
around and bent down to get something off the floor. I looked over
just in time to see her legs spread out and a little bit of pink
between her tight thighs. I also remembered how hard I’d jerked off
that night and how much cum shot out of me as I pretended I was
stuffing my baby girl with my cock.

“Janie, can I tell you something?” My baby’s
voice was lower as she spoke. The rasp of my hand over my jeans
almost drowned her out. I stuck my hand down the front and squeezed
my cock’s tip in a slow rhythm.

“Sure, I hope it’s dirty. You keep talking
about your daddy and I’m gonna have to go get a shower.”

I squeezed harder. Something about the two
girls tittering over my cock was just too much. I wanted to push
the door open and force my cock in Steph’s mouth, but no. I’d never
do that. This was just a fantasy. If I did that...

“I watch him sometimes. He doesn’t know it,
but sometimes when he’s in the shower I peek through the door and
watch him...uh...playing with himself. His cock is so, so big,
Janie.”

Grunting softly, I couldn’t help but pull my
cock out of my fly and stroke it with one hand as I massaged my
balls with the other.

“I’ve wanted him since I was old enough to
think about stuff like that. When I first got in on Monday or
whatever it was, I knew my mom wasn’t going to be here for a week
so I sorta thought about getting in the shower with him, but when I
saw that dick...I don’t know what I’d do with it. I’ve never fucked
anybody, you know?”

“Uh-huh. Wait, really? You’re a virgin?”

They giggled again. I closed my eyes and
imagined my little girl’s virgin cunt gushing around my big, hard,
throbbing dick. My breath came harder and faster. I didn’t know
she’d watched me in the shower, but if that happened Monday, then I
was fantasizing about her...about her sweet pussy, her mouth on my
cock. I let out another soft grunt as my balls pulled up near my
base. I was about to come. I squeezed, and held on tight, gritting
my teeth.
Not just yet Jake. Not just yet.
The first drop
came, running down my shaft, over my fingers. Every cord in my neck
tightened with the coming explosion.

“Yeah...I sucked Craig’s dick last term, but
yeah, I’ve never gone all the way. Craig really wanted to, but I’ve
always just kinda...It isn’t like I’m saving myself or anything
like that, I just haven’t found the right man. Well, not one it
could ever happen with.”

“What’s that mean? Oh my God girl, you don’t
mean what I think you do?”

I bit my lip.
My baby girl feels the same
way. She watched me jerk off, she’s telling her friend how bad she
wants me. Just go in there and fuck her, Jake, you can’t help who
you love.
I shook my head and forced myself to breathe slower.
I tugged softer, letting my hand bounce up and down my shaft.

“Yeah, I do. At least I think I do. When I
watched him in the shower, I went back to my room and finger-fucked
myself thinking about how good it would feel to have my daddy’s
dick split me open. I’m not even kidding, it’s so, so big, Janie.
He’d just tear me apart.”

No I wouldn’t. I’d go so slow. I’d stretch
you out with my fingers and then I’d push my cock in you nice and
slow until you were screaming for me to fuck you. I wouldn’t hurt
you, baby girl, I’d never...

I let out a moan.
Shit, there’s no way she
didn’t hear that.
She didn’t react though, so I kept pulling.
Kept stroking my dick all the way from my balls to the tip, harder,
harder...
I’d fuck you so hard Stephanie, I’d make you come so
hard, baby girl, I’d...

“I gotta go, Janie. If I keep thinking about
this I’m gonna get so wet I’ll have to have one of those showers
like you. Talk to you later?”

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m glad you’re gone. I
can just hang out in the dorm naked and pretend it was
me
watching your daddy jack off. Talk to you tonight?”

All at once, the computer speakers beeped the
end of the call and I heard Steph’s chair squeak. Quickly, I ducked
into the bathroom just as cum burst out my tip and into my hand.
Pulse after pulse relieved the built-up pressure inside me until I
was able to breathe again.

“You in there daddy?” Steph’s sweet little
voice was barely audible over the faucet I’d turned on.
“Hello?”

“Y – yeah, I’m in here. Want to go out for
pizza tonight?” I laughed as I spoke.
Good plan, Jake. Play it
cool, this will all be over soon and you can get your head on
straight
. Then I thought about what she’d told her friend and
briefly considered opening the door and showing her just how big
daddy’s dick actually was. It wasn’t
too big
, like she
thought, it was just right.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Twenty minutes or
so? I want to finish my show.”

“Sounds good,” I said taking a deep breath.
“Twenty minutes should be enough.”

She giggled as her feet went back to her room
and she closed the door behind her. She knew what I was doing, I
was sure she did. And right when I thought that, my spent cock
started to stiffen again. I gave myself a cool face wash and forced
myself to stop thinking about that, about her.

One more night, Jake. Just make it one
more night. Tina will be home tomorrow and then all this will go
away. Just one more night
.

I looked in the mirror and dried my face.
“Just one more night,” I whispered under my breath.

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“Man, that was good. Thanks for forcing me
out of my room, dad.” Steph collapsed on the couch, and unbuttoned
her jeans like she was bloated from a huge meal. Reality was, she’s
got a perfect body to go right along with her perfect face.

“Yeah. I love that place. Never lets me down.
But what did you think of what they did to the arcade? Used to have
all the great old games in there, now all they have is that busted
basketball thing.” I laughed from the kitchen. “Want a drink?”

“Just some water,” she said. “I’m too full
for anything else. No ice, okay?”

“Sure thing, baby girl.”

A moment later, I sat the cup down on the
table in front of my beautiful girl, and watched as she drank it.
Her red lips around either side of the glass, her tongue sliding
out...it was almost like she was making a game of it. I had to sit
down and cross my legs so my erection wasn’t too obvious.

“Mom’s coming back tomorrow, right?”

“Yep,” I nodded. “Tomorrow probably late
afternoon. She’s in New York for some kind of meeting.”

Steph took another drink and when I looked
over at her, tempting myself, I noticed she’d pushed her shirt up
enough that I could see the soft skin of her belly, right above
where her panties would be if she had worn any.
Naughty girl,
teasing your daddy
.

I looked at her for a moment longer.
Stephanie pushed a brown curl behind her ear. I wanted to kiss her,
to taste her, to show her that her daddy wasn’t too big. But that
was crazy.

“Well, I’m bushed,” I said, rubbing my eyes.
“All that yard work today really took it out of me. Mind if
I...”

She opened her legs slightly. She slouched,
and her soccer shorts moved up against the folds of her pussy,
framing her sex. I could see the line that went down her middle,
and her shorts hugged the sides between her legs. My voice hitched
in my throat. It was all I could do to stand up and grab the back
of the couch instead of jumping on my little girl right then and
there.

“Is something wrong, daddy?” She lifted her
eyes, looking up at me though her nose pointed at the floor. She
looked so young, so helpless, so...
just like she did when she
was a little girl. She’s playing with me, she’s teasing me. She
wants me so bad.

I searched her face closely. She’s so
beautiful, so perfect. I could see the innocence in the way she
looked at me. My little virgin Stephanie. I held my hand out.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “You’ve just been so distant, staying in
your room all week. I was worried you were upset about
something.”