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Volume 1, #1 -- Laila: Cozy With Daddy
[7857 words] -- Brainy private school student, Laila, seduces her handsome
stepfather, for her first cunnilingus and cherry-picking fuck. This
is overachiever Laila’s first wet dream; first voyeurism; first masturbation;
first brief taste of cum, first cunnilingus, first fingerfuck, fist dirty talk,
and first seduction. Whoo!
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EXCERPT:
Alice was doing adult stuff Daddy says
I’m too young to do with boys. Or girls. Or with myself, alone. Stuff he knows
some kids my age do, “wh-which isn’t w-wrong, exactly, Laila,” is how he puts
it, before refusing to discuss it further, except to say, “You can ask me anything,
Laila. About s-sex. I don’t want others teaching you. Teaching you the wrong
things. It should be m-me teaching you—.”
That’s when he always gulps then pinches
and bites his lips shut. Daddy doesn’t want to think of me, or anyone, touching
me, like that. I was alone with Alice, who swears she doesn’t look like that
plumpish, spunky Dixie Chick, Natalie--but she does. We were alone in the girls’
gym locker room, she was lying on a towel over the wood bench by our lockers,
stark naked, except for gym socks, sneaks, and her gold crucifix.
Alice was touching herself, so I looked
closer, smelling her, as her dark, painted nails of her long, pale fingers disappeared
in and out, in and out, covered in glistening wet, muskiness, as she parted
the soaked platinum blond, curly pubes, pulling back and revealing flushed,
deep pink--.
Alice was rubbing, pinching, inserting,
writhing, moaning--.
J. H.! I couldn’t bear it. I actually
licked Alice’s juicy pussy, and loved it! She kept writhing against my face,
smothering my in plump, musky, hot flesh, and tart juice, juice, juice. I kept
getting it in my nose. Then, I felt Daddy behind me, his naked, hot skin on
my naked skin, his hard and thick--.
Fuck! Sorry, my stupid alarm abruptly
woke my burning brain, but my body remained hot, sweaty, and . . . slippery,
as I started my school day.
As you know, I’m Laila. Laila Mariah
Deever. What you don’t know is that I’m multiracial (African/Native American
and European American) with shoulder length, medium auburn, thick, wavy hair,
large root beer brown eyes with gold wire frames [I’m nearsighted and don’t
care for contact lenses.], and cream tan skin. 5’3”-ish and 104 lbs. Straight
A’s and Valedictorian frontrunner.
[edit]
Let’s face it, shall we. Daddy Ross
is gorgeous. Not quite classic handsome, his face is too interesting for that,
it’s a great and fantastic face with lots of sexy good structure and character
in it; the most perfect, mixed silver and black wavy to curly hair; tiny laugh
crinkles; and a superdashing, black mustache and beard. And a body to make you
certain you want to do outrageous sin, day and night.
And I completely belong to him, of
course.
He’s my real Dad, no matter what Momma
and the birth certificate she showed me says. He adopted me and loves me. Genetic
Sperm Dad is an ass wipe. Period. Momma dated them both, simultaneously, before
I was born. Which is kinda huge old ew! and slutty!, especially since the really
queer and creepy thing is that they even kinda look like brothers, explaining
why people often think Daddy Ross is my genetic dad.
[edit]
Daddy’d gotten out to get a beer, and
there it was, dangling between his thighs, a black patch of hair at its root.
He was entirely naked, so was my uncle! Two cocks!! Matching nads included!
I squeezed my thighs tight together, until my hip joints hurt, watching them
sitting on the tub’s edge.
Uncle Stan went to bed, while Daddy
stayed, dangling his legs up to the knee in the bubbly water, so I saw him touch
it. I reached into my pink cotton panties, so I could do like Alice’d done in
my dream, and touched my dark auburn covered hairy slot, rubbing myself wet,
for the first time, fingers slick, while I watched him slowly stroke himself....
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