Virginity stories: Would They Call it Daddy Issues – Chapter 1B
It felt like she had been mating for hours, but in reality it hadn’t quite reached 30 seconds. So much had happened, how could it have happened so fast?
She was trying to make sense of it all and felt another orgasm coming, and she wasn’t sure she could take it, she was exhausted from his lust for her.
Robert grabbed her hands with his and held them above her head against the wall. She was on her tiptoes and occasionally off one or the other as he continued to pump in and out. Natasha saw them in Christina’s full length mirror. They were an artistic site, his athletic frame dance-fucking her taut teen body. She wished her shirt was off, she wished she could have seen them purely naked, nothing but each other. She and her lover.
She say him bristle in the reflection, his legs flexed hard. “Uuuuuffff. NNnnnnnfff! Euuuuuuuah!”
That was what she remembered hearing from him into her ear as he came.
She was puzzled from the sudden stop. She knew what cumming was, but didn’t know that involved a hard stop. She continued watching him in the mirror. Saw him relax for a moment and then lunge up on his haunches again, feeling his cock go as deep in her as he could. Oddly he had one of the smallest penises she had had, but it was still her favorite, and she was glad her first time was with a size she could enjoy. Not that a hogs leg once in a while was bad, she thought to herself.
Natasha came back out of her daydream, hearing the clock ticking. The same clock she listened to just minutes ago while her pussy was ravaged in lust. She went to the bathroom to douche and ran the tub. The warm water over her feel made her feel better. Took away the sick feeling of her most recent lover’s semen inside her.
She thought about how Robert had told her to clean up in the bathroom and he would keep Christina from coming upstairs. She had gone to the bathroom and wiped all her makeup and worked on taking the puffy off of her eyes. She rinsed out her underwear and brushed her hair and put it into a pony tail. She went back to the movie and after another hour, they went to bed.
She didn’t tell Christina. How do you tell your friend, you fucked her dad? More accurately, how do you tell your friend her dad fucked you? She thought about him all week. She was going to see if he really would pay a $1000 for her. She was gonna drive him hot wild and get him to fuck her again. She wanted more of him and she wanted his cash. She felt so strong, and powerful and aggressive. But something terrible happened. The entire Ventura family was killed in a car wreck on that Thursday.
Natasha was crushed again. He lover, her surrogate, the one who took her, who devoured her, who covered her existence in pleasure. But she found the affection was not Robert specific, but he was the best one to fuck. He was the one she would enjoy on an animal level. But she learned to adapt, as people do.
The next was Tiffany’s dad. He was not near as good looking. He was a little overweight, balding, and he didn’t smell all that good. But he was an awesome dad. Tiffany was really lucky. He was kind and loving, helpful and generous and really, really funny. That was how Natasha always thought of him. The funny fuck.
She hadn’t really gone in with that intention, but the girls had decided to take a dip in the pool. As they walked through the kitchen through the sliding door Natasha saw out of the corner of her eye Tiffany’s dad Teddy eyeball her like Robert did. She didn’t even catch the whole thing but it felt eerily similar.
While they were playing in and around the pool with Tiffany’s sister and brother, Natasha kept getting out of the pool and bending over to pick up her towel and wipe her eyes. He was watching every time. The next time out Natasha ran inside to grab a bottle of water. She grabbed a pen and wrote a note on a post it and folded it twice.
She dropped it next to his hand and gazed at him over her shoulder for a bit before getting back in the pool. She saw him read it. He stared at it for a long time. He didn’t react at all. She was shocked. She had wrote:
“If you like what you see you can have it. Only $1000!”
She put a heart for the i over ‘it.’
At dinner that night she did once notice him staring at her for a little too long but that was it. What Natasha didn’t know was he had snagged her phone. At school on Monday she got a text. Ted had programed his name with 1000 after it. His text read: I have the 1000, can you skip last period tomorrow?”
Natasha responded that she could, and found herself satiated with attention satisfaction the whole day in anticipation. It was a strange sense of ownership she felt. She also was perplexed how she felt her body looking forward to sex, though she didn’t look forward to having sex with him. She needed the feeling of his lust, while not excited about his unimpressive physique.
She texted him to where she was waiting off campus and he picked her up.
“Hi Ted. Nice to see you.”
“Yeah. Uh, so the cash is in the glove box, did you bring the dress?”
“Yeah. It’s in my bag. Are we going to a party?” Natasha had gotten a request from Teddy that morning. He asked her to wear her shortest dress and heels. She texted back that she could bring a dress but couldn’t leave the house in it. She only had one dress like that. The white one her mom had got her. She was just able to squeeze into it. She bust, hips and thighs were all a bit bigger, and her height increase meant the dress only just covered her ass and upper thigh.
“A party?” Teddy said. He was shifting in his seat. He seemed very on edge. He couldn’t stay still.
“Well yeah. Why did you want me to bring a dress?”
“Be—because that is how I want you to look.” He grunted hastily.
Natasha remembered feeling kind of odd when he said that. She felt really cheap, it sounded like he wanted to dress her up like a doll. That was the first not so pleasant surprise that afternoon.
She asked if they were going to the house, but he said he couldn’t risk us being seen. I asked if we were going to a hotel. He said he couldn’t risk using his credit card. She asked where they were going to go. She didn’t like the answer.
“Here. No one will put two and two together, even if someone sees.” He had parked along the railing on the edge of a gas station parking lot, and had pointed to the external rest rooms.
“In there? Wait we . . . “
“C’mon, this is the only way we can be safe. Just keep your shoes on, I’ll be quick.”
Natasha continued to protest for a while but Teddy eventually talked her into it. Teddy worked in sales and was terrific at it. It wasn’t all that hard to make her come around.
Natasha went in first. She was supposed to change into the dress and then Teddy would show up. The bathroom was gross, the toilet had pee on it, and there was hair and . . . stuff on the floor. She almost backed out, but she was so expectant of feeling a man inside her again. She felt like she just had to feel the heat of a man’s penis. She took off her clothes and slipped on the dress.
Even in the dirty, stained, small mirror, Natasha could see the changes in her body since she first wore it. Her breasts looked ready to pop out. Her public hair could be visible if she stood up tall too fast. But from the side she was impressed. She was looking more and more like a trucker mud flap. She even wondered to herself if more sex would make her body be more impressive.
Teddy knocked once and came in. He bolted the latch and turned around, his hard on visible in his pants. He looked at me and grinned.
“Holy fuck. That’s what I am talking about!” He shoved his pants down.
“I waaa- woah. What the fuck?” Natasha stared in disbelief. This unimpressive body had one hell of an impressive cock. He was 8 and a half long and big around as Natasha’s wrist. And it was hopping as Teddy shuffled towards her.
What the fuck? Where is he gonna put that? Natasha’s mind was running around and around, trying to prepare herself for where she knew that cock was going.
Teddy reached her and just started gropping. There was no rhythm or passion or anything, just mindless animal rubbing and grinding. Natasha didn’t enjoy this type of foreplay nearly as much. She assumed it always was the same. Oral, fingers and sex. She was learning different.
One time in his grinds his cock got under her dress. It pushed against her tummy. Jesus, it reached that far up. The fucking thing would be poking her lungs! But there was no way out of this. Teddy’s eyes were already empty, he was gone and his fuck ego had replaced Teddy.
He grabbed her hips and spun her like a top. He slid a hand up on each thigh and hiked the dress to her hips. He lined up and started pushing right away.
“Ooooh! Hey, Teddy, it, I don’t think it will—OOOOOhhh, ok, ok, it fits, it fits!” Teddy was pushing hard and had breached her opening. He was fucking gargantuan. Jesus it felt like a tree trunk was splitting her in two.
“Damn you’re a tight little slut!” Teddy said loudly.
“I am not a sll—-OOOOOOHHHH. Uuuuunnnff! Oh, slow, slow!!” He was thrusting already, like they were in form. But she wasn’t ready to accept him in all the way. He wasn’t waiting for permission, he was taking what he wanted.
“Oh fuck! FUCK YOU’RE TIGHT!”
Natasha felt a hard push and felt her pussy feel like it broke. The muscles relaxed and Teddy got his full length and girth into her. She felt like a pig roasting on a spit. She felt like her pussy was going to tear.
And then he started thrusting.
“Unnna! Unnngggha! Unga! Unga! Unga! Unga!” Natasha settled into a rhythmic squeal as she held the sink in a vice grip, her knuckles showing through. She didn’t feel any pleasure, just extreme discomfort and was feeling nauseous.
“Oh shit baby! Oh shit baby! Don’t worry, no one will hear us!” Teddy roared as he began to fuck her like a fleshlight. His hands gripping her tiny waist, watching her apple bottom ass cheeks bouncing with his pounding. She went up on her toes in the heels on each pump.
Natasha looked up, her reflection in the mirror a look of agony and sadness. She saw one of her breasts pop free, the dress falling, the whole skimpy thing around her waist as he fucked her silly.
Her hair bounced off her shoulders, her stunted gasps and grunts a jumbled mess. She looked at Teddy in the mirror. His mouth was open, lips pulled back, staring at himself penetrating Natasha over and over, faster and faster.
Natasha thought she might black out from the pain. She reached behind her to make Teddy hold back. He grabbed her wrist, and then reached and grabbed the other, holding both hands behind her as he pumped for all he was worth. Natasha’s head was drooped, she was barely aware. Pain had numbed her thoroughly.
“Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah yeah. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Teddy pumped again and kept himself buried inside. Natasha felt the mercy of the stop of pumping. She heard Teddy howling behind her as he filled her young pussy with a huge torrent of his semen.
A half thrust. Natasha grunted, Teddy grunted. And again, let loose a flood of sperm worthy his massive cock. Teddy let her arms go and wrapped around her tummy holding her close as he was rubbing his face back and forth on her shoulder blade, mumbling into her flesh.
He panted for a few minutes before pulling himself free, softer but still huge.
“Ah-ahaha-haa-ah! Esssssssszzzch.” Natasha grimaced in pain as his horse cock pulled free. She fell to her knees, back on her haunches. She made no sound, just breathed hard her pussy felt like it was stuck in super stretch mode. Had he broken her pussy? Would she ever be able to take a normal cock again?
Mercifully her cramping pussy did begin to retract and the pain subsided, but the soreness stuck around. She stayed on her haunches until Teddy pulled her up a few minutes later. She was ginger on her feet and Teddy began to make out with her.
She didn’t mind that until she felt his erection rub up against her tummy. Jesus, he was hard again? Natasha thought, feeling incredulous that he could possibly think she could take him again. He was too big.
“What, what armmmmm, mmmuuu doing?”
“Now that’s a silly question.” Teddy growled.
“No, no, that was just for the one time!”
“What? Hell no. For a thousand bucks you can give me 15 minutes.”
“No, no. No I can’t. . . “
“Sure you can, you just did.”
“No. No Teddy!”
He had tossed her into the sink, her delicate ass touching gross residue. She felt used and gross. Her legs splayed. Her tits hanging out, buoyant though they were. Her body ached all over and his cock looked even bigger as Teddy hopped up on the over turned trash can.
He pushed down on Natasha’s tummy and he rammed himself back in to her precious young pussy.
“Uuuuuuu! Teddy! Teddy slow-ow-ow.”
“Ok, ok slow.” And he went slow and steady, but kept the pace tolerable for the time being. He pumped long and deep, and Natasha was at least able to not be in pain. It ached and was sore for sure, but she was able to feel a bit of pleasure this time.
“Jesus Christ! Look at this body!” Teddy was squeezing her waist shifting her around as he pumped her worn out body. He ran his hands all over her, squeezing, pinching, rubbing. Her great tits, her taut tummy, her bubble butt, they all got their due attention.
This time Teddy had held out for considerably longer than his initial 35 second fuck. Natasha saw the white ooze on his dick, the massive member working like a plunger pulling his initial load of semen back out. Jesus it was a big cock, she still couldn’t believe he could fit in her. Three of his dicks would equal her waist.
“Ok, ok baby, sorry, it’s finish time.” He stood up higher and pulled back and slammed home and went into pumping at high speed.
“N-n-n-n-no-oh-hoh-oh-ooooooh!!” Natasha sobbed and clenched the dirty sink at her sides, her teeth clenched and her eyes squeezed shut. The pain was returning and Natasha was preparing for a thrashing but thankfully Teddy was at his peak and erupted inside of Natasha.
She watched his face as he twitched and howled. “Oh fuck baby, oh fuck take it, take my cum! Fuck yeah!” He stared at her, his face shaking as he let his cum flow freely and coated her innards with his spunk.
Teddy slipped off the garbage can, his still full cock yanked out of Natasha and she saw a few strands of gooey white coming out of her and sticking to the sink. She felt so relieved, and admittedly satisfied. She felt more affection than she ever had. It was lust and not the love she didn’t know she craved, but it filled the void, at least for now.
Once she was dressed, not easy because of moving her legs, she walked slowly and gingerly to the car, wondering if it would be weeks before she could walk again. Teddy drove her home. He texted her three times a week from then on, but she rarely responded, only when the week was slow, especially the holidays. But she was on to something, and she liked the $1000 sitting in her backpack.
She still thought everything would have gone smooth if she hadn’t gotten lazy. But she did. She got lazy and things got. . . complicated. She cleaned herself and got in bed, but couldn’t turn off her mind.
Parent Post: Would They Call it Daddy Issues – by DaSpark
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