Socially Unacceptable (21 page)

He smiled. “They
are
a perfect
distraction. I’d like that very much.”

“Oh, good!” she beamed at him, and jumped off
her chair to kneel before him. She thrust her nipples up high, so
he could easily pinch, twist, and flick them. With him distracting
her with delicious frisking, she’d have to concentrate her hardest
to empathize with his burdens. “You can do whatever you want to
them while we talk. You’ll see. You’ll open up in no time.”

“I’m sure I will,” he said, grinning.

He continued to brush his fingers over her
pert peaks. He looked into her eyes with a mischievous glint in his
eyes, like he was getting away with something naughty, but Jill
couldn’t think why. He wasn’t doing anything she didn’t want, and
she offered willingly. “You’re tits have held my interest all
morning. I’ve been wondering if you’re wearing a bra or just a see
through one.”

“Of course I’m wearing a bra, silly. They’re
too big and heavy to skip even a day without support.”

“Then I should probably get to the bottom of
this, and see what you’re wearing,” he playfully said, and she
giggled until he began to flick and bend her nipples. He watched
her enjoy him rolling them in circles. Then he tucked her scooping
neckline under a cup and looked down to her nude, lacy bra that
covered her areola with a blooming flower.

“What a tease,” he spoke to the decorative
knitting, but her daddy enjoyed anticipation. He slipped her shirt
collar under her other swollen mound, and continued to play. After
Hartman cupped her mounds and complimented large bosom that spilled
out his hands. “I love these big, beautiful tits. I want to suck on
them all day.”

“We did that before, remember?” she asked,
and her cheeks started to hurt she was grinning so much, but her
daddy really did love her breasts and it made her confident about
their shape and size. Then again, his admiring always made her
swell with excitement, because she was sure he didn’t just love her
tits but her as well.

He brushed his fingers over her nipple, and
she could feel every stroke under the thin layer. “We should do it
again someday. Look how hard your bite-sized tips are, baby,
they’re begging to be sucked.”

It was hard to listen, because her nubs were
continually stimulated as his ten fingers swiftly swiped over her
sensitive ends. Sure enough, though, her daddy divulged his hidden
thoughts while sidetracked. “I think it will be hard for us to
sleep in the same bed and not fuck all the time. Don’t you think? I
already want to live inside your pussy. Are you worried?”

Jill leaned into his strokes, wanting a more
powerful chafe that always stirred her desires to insatiable
heights. “I don’t actually see that as a problem.” Lately, they
gave each other lots and lots of attention, touching all the time,
and could never get enough. Having more of each other could only be
a good thing. “We’ve talked about sleeping together before. We
already decided it’s bound to happen one day.”

“No, you don’t understand…” he paused to dip
his finger into her bra and then stretched the delicate threads
under her puffy areola as it snapped under the strain. Then he
pinched her nipple between his thumb and a knuckle. The biting
pleasure captured her until she was aware of nothing else. The next
thing she knew the cups of her bra was squeezing her tits together
by pushing them up from underneath. “I have sexomnia,” she vaguely
registered his words, “which means as I sleep I’ll be putting my
penis into your pussy all night for…well, hopefully months. To
ensure they build us a solid house, of course.”

“Huh?” Her ears perked. He sounded as
thrilled as her to fuck. “You mean we’ll finally have sex?”

“Does that scare you?” After explaining
something so personal and having the guts to say something so hard,
her daddy needed reassurance.

“Oh,” she crooned. “Daddy, don’t feel bad
about that at all. Remember I told you I used to wear a retainer,
and I was so embarrassed about that? We shouldn’t be self-conscious
about these things. Besides, your penis already slips in me for wet
kisses, and I really love those.” Jill straddled her daddy to save
his feelings, and gave him a big hug. He pulled her in close,
looking up at her from between her pillowy mounds. He loved to
smother his face into them during long hugs, and this time was no
different. He rubbed his mouth in her cleavage, and nibbled and
kissed affectionately. They had the best, most accepting bond.
“You’re so sweet for telling me that you might need my pussy
because you’re really horny while you sleep.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad. I won’t be able to
help it. I’ll fuck you all the time while I’m dreaming about wet
kisses. I just won’t look like I’m asleep because my eyes will be
open and I’ll seem like I’m really into what I’m doing.” He kissed
her erect nipples, giving them long licks while he locked his eyes
on hers. Smirking with a devilish glint in his eye as if he was
getting away with more than he should, he kept watching her. But
Hartman felt so bad about what he was going to do, that he smiled
to mask his guilt—she just knew it. Her poor daddy had no choice,
and she could see it in his toothy grin. He’d be out cold while
Jill could stay up and enjoy every tug and pull of his dick as they
had sex, and for that reason she was the guilty one. She secretly
hoped he’d have sexsomnia every night, and all the while he’d
suffer in regret of something he couldn’t help. Feeling heartbroken
for him and not wanting him to worry another moment, Jill knew
exactly what to do to reassure him she wanted to share the same bed
no matter what.

“Don’t blame yourself. Do you want a wet
kiss? Would that make you feel better? You don’t have to worry
about me. You’re the one who is going through this.” Jill
entreated, practically begging. She combed her fingers in his hair,
and succumbing into the force she used to pull him to her, he
opened his mouth and sucked her nipples in deeper. With great
suction he drew her in until the tug made her pussy ache. Then he
scraped his teeth along her pink skin until he captured her tip. He
bit the end the way that made her wet. Before he said a word, she
understood the nibbling meant he wanted comforted. Still, she
stressed how much she liked the idea of them finally being
together, thinking he needed convinced as much as possible. “If I
let you cum in me would you feel better? I’m just so sad for you,
daddy. I can’t imagine what you’re going through. I really think
you should just let me kiss this all better.”

“I think it
would
help make me feel
better about accidently taking advantage of you later. Thank you,
baby—you know exactly how to make your daddy feel so much better. “
He beamed at her, and she could see her efforts instantly change
his mood. He looked triumphant, like he finally won his battle over
sexomnia. The relief was so obvious and sudden, that it was clear
to Jill that he’d been struggling with the problem for too
long.

“I wish you told me before. You’ve been
carrying this burden by yourself for who knows how long. To think,
I could have told you this a long time ago.”

He smacked his lips on her tip with loud
kisses. She must have thoroughly convinced him all was fine,
because he focused all his attention on devouring her. “Yeah, it
was rough, but your tits are going to make everything alright,
baby. Don’t you worry about me another second. You’re too sweet to
worry for me.”

Jill’s pussy throbbed, and soon she had no
choice. She stood and stroked his zipper. He kept her near, by
pinching her pink tips and giving them a thrilling tug. She swayed
toward him with each pull, and moaned when he squeezed her nubs
flat. The harder he clamped down the wetter her pussy got. She
whimpered, and rushed to slip his cock out of his pants. Once his
cock penetrated her pussy, he’d slide in easy into her soaked core.
Knowing he could ease her frustration with a long wet kiss, she
took him by the base and stroked his girth.

“Yeah, baby, daddy really needs this.”

She let him lure a nipple to his mouth so he
could suck. His big cock twitched in her hand. Then he hungrily
stole her mouth and devoured her in a long kiss. When he let go of
her, her tips were still smashed flat and tingling from her chest
to her apex. She grinned at him while rubbing him dry in a tight
hug the way he liked.

“I’m making you feel better already,
huh?”

“Yes, you’re the best daughter a daddy could
ask for. Few others would turn eighteen and let their daddies teach
them wet kisses.”

“It’s cause you’re so good to me,” she said,
kissing around his mouth as they talked. She loved him so much she
couldn’t see straight sometimes. Not that she was the brightest,
but she knew enough to realize he was a great guy and he worshiped
her.

“And you love giving your daddy’s cock love,”
he added with a groan because she spanked his girth faster to show
him just how much she liked taking care of all his erections.

“So, see? You can use my pussy if you need
it.”

“I do.” He held onto her hips and beamed at
her when she began to rub her entrance with his cockhead. She sat a
little harder on the tip, and between each slick circle around her
hollow she stroked down his length to squeeze his base with her
hand and then draw his pre-cum up to his opening.

He lifted off his seat, working her fist down
to the root of his cock at the quicker pace he wanted. His rod
swelled powerfully rigid in her hand, getting thicker and longer to
the point it took two hands to work him. She loved to feel it grow
to an intimidating, unyielding muscle. When stiff, he spread her
open with incredible pleasure unlike anything else in the world.
Her core made his magnificent girth gleam and the hot juice
slickened her tugs to a perfect tackiness. Knowing the thrill she’d
have rubbing his silky erection with her pussy, she became eager to
give him a long, wet kiss.

She stopped fondling him and instead slipped
her hand down to the root of his shaft and rested her weight on his
plump tip. She ground him into her entrance and stuffed his purple
cap into her pussy. He was so large that every penetration needed
softening first and plenty of prodding.

She instantly began to kiss his mouth, and
not in the way most fathers and daughters pecked; Hartman and
Jill’s wet kisses involved lots of tongue, and her stroking the
base of his penis until he ejaculated and soaked her thoroughly.
Sometimes it took an hour, and he’d splash against her cervix after
equally deep, greedy thrusts, but unfortunately it wasn’t sex. They
were wet kisses, because everyone knew sex involved pussy strokes
the entire time, but Jill had yet to master inserting him while
soft. Every time she used her hand to work him stiff or he wouldn’t
go in no matter how many times she tried.

With open mouths, they licked tongues, which
never failed to make her greedy for his lips. The real passion,
however, throbbed in her hands. While caressing his cock, she did
her best to convince it to work its way inside her. They both loved
the fooling around, and deep down, Jill knew she shouldn’t love her
daddy’s dick the way she was, but they both just couldn’t help it.
“Daddy, will you do that thing you do that I love so much? I can’t
put it in, but I start to burn between my legs. It hurts,” she
said, and licked up the tip of his nose. The endearing, sweet lap
always made it hard for him to refuse her or maybe he was simply
ready every time she was.

“You mean pump in from underneath?” He gave
her a sample with a rousing prod. “Like this?” His hot girth pushed
hard against her opening and burrowed in from the strain he held
against it.

“Mm huh.” She swung her shoulders from side
to side to graze her nipples against his lips. Then she leaned
back, and put her palms onto his knees to let him devour one of her
tips the second he captured it in his mouth.

With small jerks he slipped in and out,
stuffing his cockhead into her pussy which seemed to need to adjust
to his large size every time. She moaned and thrust her mound into
his face while confessing, “I love this part.” Addicting pleasure
and pressure stretched her entrance. He had to push hard to insert
his thick tip. But then a burst of thrill raged inside her when he
suddenly burrowed his plump end in; the abrupt breach made her
gasp. He tunneled into her tight walls and they eased in submission
to his cock.

“Good girl, baby. Give daddy pussy.”

The quicker he prodded, the louder she
moaned. His cap slipped out with a loud wet pop, and pumped into
her with less and less difficulty. He kept making small punches
upward, and all the while Jill watched him pant as she drew her
hand up and down his edible girth.

She greedily kissed him, until Jill was
assured her pussy welcomed the thickness enough she could bounce on
his dick without help. With her shirt tucked under her heavy bust,
she kept all her weight on her palms and his knees, and let her
daddy watch her trembling tits while she worked his engorged glands
and swollen shaft into her passage. She tossed her hips back,
making his dick stroke her entrance at an angle and stretch her yet
wider. Loud wet pops made the pull on her tender skin far more
thrilling. And since she knew her daddy was obsessed with her tits,
she made them wildly bounce by bucking her hips twice as fast as
her daddy stroked her.

“Yeah, feed them to me, baby,” he said, and
gripped both her curvy bust in his hands and noisily sucked her
tips. He ensnared her by wrapping his arms around her, and held her
near.

She pressed her tits together with her arms,
and reached between their groins. With double fists, she wrapped
around his girth and felt his cock dripping with juice. While he
slipped out they soaked his length with more pre-cum and cream. Her
hands were drenched from a single stroke, but that was what wet
kisses did to them.