Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I still feel my pussy throbbing as I remembered the vivid dream—the beast behind me shoving his cock deep in my tight virgin cunt and thrusting so long and hard, and then spurting inside me, filling me with his cream…
“Daddy,” I whispered. “I…I’m so ashamed. Why would I want something like that? Even in a dream?”
He shook his head.
“I don’t know, Princess—maybe your body is getting ripe somehow. I have noticed your breasts getting bigger and you told me they were more sensitive, right?”
“Yes…” I nodded. “They’re really sensitive although…” I stopped, biting my lip.
“Although what, baby girl?” Jack asked.
“I was…was just going to say that they’re sensitive but in a good way,” I told him. “Like, it felt really good when you were…were sucking them for me, earlier tonight.”
He frowned.
“Now, baby girl—you know I only sucked them to prove there was no nectar in them.”
“I know…” I wiggled under him. He was halfway on top of me, his knees between my spread legs as he looked down at me. My t-shirt was still pushed up and I was naked underneath it. I could feel the heat of his big body radiating against my own. My breasts felt too full—the tight nipples brushing against the wiry black hair on his chest—and my little pussy was all wet again. I could feel Jack’s warm stomach rubbing lightly against me there. I wished suddenly that it was his big hard cock rubbing me instead—rubbing against me and parting my swollen pussy lips…
“Daddy,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Why do you think I dreamed that a wolfman was fucking me? And why did I like it when he filled my little pussy with his cock and came in me? The first time I was scared but this time I wanted it—almost needed it. I wanted to feel his big cock stretching out my little pussy and filling me up with his cream. How could I want that? How could I need it?”
“I don’t know, Princess.” He sighed and cupped my cheek. “But I do know one thing--you shouldn’t ever be ashamed of what your body needs.”
“Does that mean I need to get fucked, though?” I asked, wide-eyed as I twitched my hips up, to press my wet pussy against him more fully. “I’ve never wanted that before, Daddy. I’m a virgin and I never wanted any boy to…to do that to me. But lately, I just feel so restless. So achy inside.”
“Hmmm…” He frowned and if he noticed me rubbing my wet little pussy against him, he didn’t say anything about it. I had managed to scoot down just a bit and now I could feel the hard ridge of his cock, tenting the silky material of his long, black pajama trousers. I lifted my hips, pressing my pussy mound against it, wishing I could have it inside me, filling me, just like the wolfman in my dream had filled me.
“Daddy…” I murmured, still rubbing myself against him and wishing the pajama trousers weren’t in the way. “What should I do?”
“I think I’m going to take you to the doctor tomorrow, Princess,” he told me. “Not just any doctor—a special one, who might know what’s going on with you.”
“Oh. Okay,” I said softly, as I continued to rub against him. “But what else should I do? I mean, it’s good to go to the doctor but how can I get to sleep and be sure that dream doesn’t come back to bother me again?”
“I’ll tell you one thing you shouldn’t do and that’s keep on rubbing your little cunny against my cock, baby girl.” He gave me a stern look. “That’s wrong and you know it.”
“But, Daddy!” I moaned, still rubbing against him. “I think the problem is that I need to come. Maybe if I, uh, have an orgasm, it will relax me enough to go back to sleep and I won’t have that bad dream anymore.”
“Well…” Jack frowned, seeming to think about this. “All right, Princess—why don’t you touch yourself then,” he suggested. He started to roll off me, but I reached up and put my arms around his neck.
“No, Daddy! Wait—please,” I begged. “I never have much luck trying to, uh, touch myself,” I admitted, when he looked at me quizzically. “It feels wrong to do that—to pet my own pussy. I have to rub on something to make myself come. Please, can’t I rub against you?”
“That’s a pretty sensitive area you’re rubbing against, baby girl,” Jack growled, nodding down between us, where I was still busy trying to get more contact with his hard cock through his pajama trousers.
“I know, Daddy, but it feels so good,” I moaned. “Though…it would feel better if your pajamas weren’t in the way.”
Jack got a stern look on his dark face.
“Now, Madison, you know it wouldn’t be right for me to let you rub your little pussy against my naked cock—I’m your Daddy—we shouldn’t do something like that!”