Taboo Times Ten(28)

My father nodded, definitely picturing the scene.

“What about your new friend, Randy?” he asked. “I think you said they both fucked you.”

I had my dress still on but unbuttoned all the way, my father's large hands roaming around inside of it. He was gently exploring my naked young body. When his fingers slid down from my bare tits and finally into my pussy, I spread my legs for him like the very good daughter I'd always been.

We'd been playing dirty sex games since I was a horny little 9-year-old.

“I'm so full of cum,” I told him. “Randy almost passed out, but when he saw I was fucking Wilbert so good, he joined right in.”

“God, you're the best daughter ever,” he told me, his standing cock so hard in my hand I thought he'd ejaculate any second. “But let's get down on the floor so I can fuck you.”

So we slid down onto the floor.

My father pulled an old bath towel out from under the couch where he'd hidden it earlier. We both knew I'd get so wet, and was filled with so much cum, that we had to protect the carpet.

Or my mom would find out. And kill us.

“Don't come on my dress,” I asked him, lying on the floor with my bare ass on the bath towel and my legs spread wide open. “It's new.”

My dad got between my legs and, already breathing unevenly with his excitement, he guided his stiffened cock into my 14-year-old pussy. The gushy wet sound it made going into me, the residue of Wilbert's and Randy's semen still inside of me, got both of us even more worked up.

“I love fucking you when you're full of cum,” he'd told me many times, which was why we always did it right after every date I went on. My mother still had no clue. “It feels so dirty and it makes your cunt so damn wet and slippery in there.”

“It feels so dirty to me, too,” I told him, swallowing hard at the sparks igniting in my pussy when he started thrusting his cock into me. “That's what I love, dirty sex, the dirtier the better.”

And I did love dirty sex, that was true. And what could be dirtier than letting your own dad fuck you when you were so full of cum it oozed out of your cunt with his every thrust?

“Oh, Daddy,” I whispered hoarsely to him, urging him on. “Fuck their cum right out of me! Faster, Daddy, fuck me faster!”

There was only one thing that might make it even dirtier for me.

“Daddy, my asshole's all sensitive and throbbing, too…after you fuck me, will you lick my butt out for me while I finger myself? It always makes me come so good…I love having your tongue up there.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he agreed. “Anything for my sweet doll-face.”

See?

I told you I was a dirty little girl.





Spin The Bottle





Virginia K.G. Ryder



“Okay, calm down,” I said, mainly addressing the two new kids I was watching. As their babysitter, it was my job to entertain them, as well as to keep amused the three energetic children I usually watched. “Let's play spin-the-bottle…”

I was met with dead silence.

They were all young, from 8-years-old to a very mature 11-year-old, two girls and three boys, and had obviously never heard of the game. I had five pairs of bright eyes looking to me expectantly, two from the couch and three from the floor, all of them uncertain what I was talking about.

“It's a kissing game,” I continued.

At that, the three Armbruster kids I always sat for burst out with, “Yes! A kissing game!”

They knew exactly what that really meant.

A naked sex game.



At 15-years-old in the 9th-grade at St. Katherine's Academy, I was the babysitter of choice in our well-to-do neighborhood. I was a straight-A honor student, a volunteer at the local YWCA for troubled preteen girls, and a slender bouncy cheerleader with long blonde hair and solid, very grown-up breasts.

My all-around reputation was as a 'goody-goody' girl.

“Laura Ann, you're the sweetest little angel we know,” more than one set of parents told me. “We never thought we'd find such a responsible teenage girl, one we'd let watch our precious children.”

Or something like that. 'Responsible' was the key word.

At least, that's what everybody thought. It was the big reason I was so popular in that particular occupation. I'd been a babysitter for well over twenty families.

Parents knew me, trusted me, and always hired me.

In reality, I was a little bisexual slut, putting out since I was a horny 9-year-old. And even at that young age, I was so attuned to the needs of my overly-sensitive clitoris that I'd do pretty much anything to satisfy myself.

Secretly, of course.

I'd been on birth control since I turned 12.

I'd also been enthusiastically fucked by many of the fathers. Including my own. He and my uncle taught me a game they called 'hide the pickle' when I made it obvious I was more than willing-I'd often flash both of them in my shorty summer robe whenever my mother wasn't home.