Rescued with Her Stepdad: A Taboo Forbidden Stepdaddies of Small Town Romance

CHAPTER SIX

I don’t wake Daddy up this morning.

Instead, he wakes me up.

God! Does it feel like this for him to feel like I’m dreaming the best, most pleasing dream in the world and then to come to consciousness realizing it’s actually happening? As his tongue and mouth work on my pussy, I think it must be the best thing in the world. Of course, when I cum, I have to amend that. The orgasm is the best thing.

My God, how many orgasms does this make?

I mean, I think I masturbate more than most girls but in this short time on the island, my body experiences more orgasms than… Well, than I have in a whole semester, probably.

I gasp and say, “Oh, Daddy!” He lifts his mouth from my pussy and kisses my clit softly. “That was amazing,” I say. I realize as I do this is probably the first time after an orgasm when I don’t ask him to fuck me after he makes me cum. I think I’m just not sure I can take anymore. I think I’m also just more cognizant of the simple fact that my body belongs to him and he’ll use it for his pleasure when he’s damned good and ready to. So, this time, I don’t ask him to fuck me like every other time.

I don’t need to ask him.

“I’m not done,” he growls as he slides up and kisses me. When he says the words, I think he just means he’ll torment me with another orgasm. I put my arms around him and kiss him as passionately as I can, hoping to at least buy myself a little time to recover before my poor overstimulated clit has to handle anymore. I can taste myself on his lips. It’s shockingly erotic.

And then I gasp against his lips.

The head of his cock is up against my pussy.

I’m so shocked I just cling to him, digging my fingers into his back. He pulls his lips back and says, “Wrap your legs around me, princess,” in the same growly voice.

I feel almost paralyzed from an… I don’t know, emotional, maybe… standpoint. So, it’s almost a miracle I can move at all. I lift up my legs and when I do, it changes the angle, and his cock slips into me slightly. I gasp and he completes the thrust.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God!

I’m not a virgin anymore!

I don’t even realize that my legs end up wrapped tightly around him and that I clutch him with my arms. My pussy feels so damned… It’s just impossible to describe. The penetration doesn’t cause me any pain but I sure as hell feel stretched as can be. I mean, there’s a moment of discomfort completely overshadowed by the enormity of the actual event. It’s almost impossible to comprehend, actually. It’s like the most powerful sensation in my life.

But I don’t yet have my head wrapped around it.

“Oh, God, Daddy!” I scream. The scream comes out as a whisper.

“So, fucking tight,” he says and I realize he’s yet to move after that first thrust. I don’t know what to do. The truth is, even if I somehow magically learn how to have sex, I won’t be able to do it anyway. The only thing my body seems to want to do is to let me hold onto him with my arms and my legs the way I do. That’s it. Everything else is just secondary to that. I hold tightly to him and wait.

And then my voice works because he starts moving.

“Daddy!” I shriek as I feel my pussy gripping his shaft. “Oh God, yes!” I still can’t move but as he moves, each thrust seems to impact me more powerfully than the last one. I don’t have any frame of reference at all for this.

God, this is like an entirely new kind of orgasm!

Nearly every orgasm I’ve ever experienced has no penetration involved. I mean, most of the time I just masturbate my clit. I guess I’ve put a finger inside of me once or twice but this is the first time ever I feel my pussy grip something inside of it.

Not something!

Daddy’s cock!

Daddy’s wonderful cock!

“Daddy!” I cry again. I want to move but I still feel paralyzed. Fortunately, Daddy isn’t experiencing paralysis at all. On the contrary, he begins thrusting and the ecstasy that results is unlike anything before it.

“Jesus!” he groans. “So… so… God, so tight!”

It’s such a strange thing for me to be so damned turned on by a comment like that. I mean, of course, I’m tight. I’m a virgin, for Heaven’s sake.

No! I’m not a virgin anymore.

I don’t know why that seems to send the pleasure into overdrive but it does. I cry out again and move my hips like crazy. I use my legs to lift myself up to meet his thrusts, and it’s really strange because it’s hard! I really am tight, and it’s a workout to move.

But it’s damned well worth it.

I hear Daddy’s breathing and moans grow more plaintive just like when he’s about to cum with a blowjob. “Yes, Daddy!” I breathe out. “Oh, God! Yes!” The thought that he will be the first man ever to cum inside of me sends my mind and my body on a tailspin except, I guess, a tailspin is a bad thing. This isn’t. This is perfect.

When he cums, I cling to him tightly and try my best to wrap my head around all of the sensations. I want to remember them forever. I want this moment to last forever. I can feel my pussy clenching his cock and I can feel his cock pulsing within me. Of course, all of these sensations are new so who knows if how I interpret them is accurate. It doesn’t matter, it’s perfect.

I remain wrapped around his body with him deep inside of me for a very long time. I just keep holding on, kissing his neck and his cheek and his ear. Finally, a final burst from my orgasm weakens me and my legs drop from his back. “Oh Daddy,” I whisper. “I love you, Daddy.”

He lifts himself up and his eyes have an almost wistful expression as he says, “I love you, too, princess.” He kisses me softly and I feel better than I ever recall feeling.

Then, the foghorn reaches us.

It blares over the island like an alarm and Daddy pulls out and gets up. “They found us. Get dressed, Sweetheart.”

I don’t have time to wrap my mind around things. I can’t believe how excited I am and also can’t believe how much I’ll miss this time I had with him. A half hour later, we’re waiting at the beach, staring at the lake. When the boat comes into view, Daddy waves and as I look at his body from behind, I long for him.

The next hour is crazy as we end up on a boat with blankets around us and the police and rescue workers give us water and more. Nobody seems surprised that we’re in such good shape. I learn my stepfather has a reputation as a survivalist. There’s a lot for me to learn, I guess. The paramedics check our vitals but that’s it. We promise to check in at the hospital for tests just to make sure in a few days.

And then we’re on the way home in the back of a cab.

I move close to him and snuggle. Once again, I say, “I love you, Daddy.”

I know it’s supposed to be over now but I feel a great deal of hope. As he says, “I love you, too, princess,” I can see the bulge in his pants grow larger.