Road Trip with Daddy (daddy daughter virgin deflowering sex erotica) by Sofia Bellhouse
Sydney has been having sex dreams about her step-father for weeks. Two problems: she’s a virgin, and she’s not exactly silent when she sleeps. It’s only on a roadtrip to visit her new college campus that Sydney’s step-father confronts her.
He knows she’s been crying out his name in her sleep. And he’s more than happy to make her dreams come true, determined to pop his little girl’s cherry before the boys at her university get to her first.
Warning: this 5,800+ story is for adults only. It contains oral sex for both genders, rough vaginal sex, barebacking, and a creampie ending for an inexperienced virgin. The characters in this story are not blood related.
I was a virgin and my step-father was on top of my lap and I had no idea what I was doing with my life anymore. Except maybe gasping for air, trying not to have an aneurysm. What was I supposed to say? “No, Dad. You made that up. You’re hearing things.”
What did it mean that there was not a single sign of embarrassment in his face? If anything, there was an intensity I couldn’t look away from.
Then he leaned in and pressed our lips together, and talking suddenly didn’t matter.
There was an explosion somewhere, probably in the pit of my stomach. Both of my arms came around him without me even controlling them, a small moan in my throat. My lips parted under the force of us, inviting him in. He swept through so hungrily, so expertly, that I felt a familiar quiver between my legs. Only familiar because it came with every dream I’d had of him, when I would wake up and feel my thighs slick with my own need. I think this was like what being in shock was like. When the body acted, but the brain was left behind. I was okay with that.
I felt Dad’s hands move from my cheeks, back down to my shoulders. They started skating down lower as I closed my eyes, leaning up into his touch. Those scorching hands lifted up the edges of my shirt blindly, sliding roughly back up my skin. I could feel every callous on his fingers, the rough bits of skin where he’d held a pen the same way for decades. I gasped right into his mouth when his hands closed over my breasts, thumb sweeping around my nipple. In no time they hardened into little peaks, aching.
He pulled back to give us both time to breathe, his weight pushing down on my legs. My eyes were wild, looking over his face, looking down at his hands still rolling my tit between his fingers. I arched up with another gasp as he pinched my nipples, a shiver coming over my back.