First Lesson

I couldn’t breathe. Daddy’s thick c**k rested heavy and hot against my soaked p***y, the head nudging my entrance. His powerful body hovered over mine, one hand pinning my wrists above my head, the other gripping my hip. “Last chance, babygirl,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. “Say no now… or you become mine completely.” My mind screamed that this was wrong. He was my stepfather. Twice my age. The man who used to help me with homework. But my body was betraying me — my p***y clenched desperately, dripping down my thighs, aching to be filled. I whimpered, tears slipping from the corners of my eyes. “Please, Daddy… I need you.” Something dark and satisfied flashed in his gray eyes. “Good girl.” With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I cried out sharply, back arching off the bed. He was so big — stretching me wide, filling every inch. The burn was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even stronger. “f**k… so tight,” he groaned, holding still to let me adjust. “This little p***y was made for Daddy.” He started moving — slow, deep strokes at first, then harder. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. My breasts bounced with every thrust. “Daddy!” I moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. He leaned down, biting my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “That’s right. Scream for me. Let the whole house know who owns this cunt now.” He f****d me harder, one hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin with pleasure. The other hand pinched my n****e, sending sparks straight to my c**t. The conflict inside me was tearing me apart. This is so wrong… he’s my stepfather… Mom would hate me… But my body didn’t care. I was soaking his c**k, clenching around him, desperate for more. He noticed. “Look at you,” he growled, eyes dark with lust. “Crying because it’s wrong… but your p***y is gripping me like it never wants me to leave. You love this, don’t you?” I sobbed, nodding frantically. “Yes, Daddy… I love it… please don’t stop…” He rewarded me by slamming into me even harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over. “Come for me, babygirl. Come on Daddy’s c**k like the naughty little toy you are.” The orgasm hit me like a storm. I screamed his name, body shaking violently as my p***y clenched and pulsed around him. Tears streamed down my face from the intensity. Daddy groaned deeply and buried himself to the hilt, flooding me with hot, thick ropes of c*m. For a long moment, the only sound was our heavy breathing. He stayed inside me, holding me close, stroking my hair almost tenderly. “You did so well tonight,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “My perfect little toy.” But as the pleasure faded, reality crashed back in. What had I just done? I had let my own stepfather f**k me… and I already wanted more. Daddy pulled back slightly, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Tomorrow your real training begins. Collars. Rules. Plugs. I’m going to stretch every hole until you can’t remember what it felt like to be empty. By the time I’m done with you… you’ll beg to be used every single day.” He leaned down and bit my earlobe, whispering: “Sleep well, my little toy. Because from tomorrow… you won’t get much rest.”