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  My Other Daddy the Complete series

  Published by Carl East

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  Copyright 2010 - Carl East

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  Table of Contents

  Story 1 – My Other Daddy

  Story 2 – My Other Daddy 2

  Story 3 – My Other Daddy 3

  My Other Daddy

  I hadn’t made many friends in my short life, so it was a blessing when I met Marybeth at grade school. She was asked to stand up in front of the whole class and tell us a little bit about herself. We’d all gone through it, so I knew how nervous she felt. Anyway, she revealed that she’d moved here from Texas after her mother had died. Apparently, her father had moved them back to his own hometown to be closer to the rest of the family.

  As luck would have it, Marybeth was assigned a desk next to me and we soon became best friends. We’d share things together and sometimes she’d stop over at my house and I’d stop over at hers, and generally hangout.

  After six years, we were inseparable and on my sixteenth birthday, my parents bought me my very first car. It was only a small old hatchback but I have some great memories with that car. Marybeth and I used it to go to the beach on many occasion. I’d gotten to know her father extremely well over the years, in fact, he often joked about me being his second daughter since we spent so much time together.

  Then when we turned eighteen, things started to change. Marybeth was accepted into a four-year college that was over a hundred miles away. I applied to the same college but was rejected since my grades weren’t as good and ended up going to the local college so it wasn’t all bad. Still, I was going to miss her and I knew her father was too.

  On the day she left, she made me promise to look in on her dad from time to time, so he wouldn’t be all alone, and I was very glad to say that I’d check up on him now and again.

  A week after she’d gone I remembered that promise and went visiting, just to see how he was getting on. He was in the back yard digging and I remembered he wanted to plant a row of rose bushes back along the fence line. The weather was hot for the end of August so I wasn’t surprised to see him wearing only a pair of old jeans. His shirt was hanging off the end of the wheelbarrow and as I watched him digging through the dirt, I noticed how the sweat was running down his back. The muscles flexed and moved with each shovel of dirt he threw to the side and I suddenly realized how muscular he was. In fact, seeing him like that made me think of the only boy I’d been with, sexually speaking I mean. Although, saying what we did was sex, was an overstatement. My one and only excursion had only lasted for about five minutes and left me so disappointed that I never took the plunge, so to speak, again. I shook the thoughts from my head and walked over to talk with Marybeth’s dad.

  “Hi Mr. Booth, how’s things? I said.

  “Ah, it’s my other daughter; to what do I owe this pleasure? He replied with a grin.

  “Just checking up on you to make sure everything’s okay. As per your daughter’s orders” I said with a laugh.

  “I’m fine. I’m just getting the ground ready for the roses. Do you want to help? When we finish up with the garden, you can stay for dinner?” he replied.

  I had no plans, so I said yes.

  When we finally got inside, he put the dinner on and then said he was going to have a quick shower. I washed up my hands, rinsed the sweat off my face and took a couple of paper towels to dry off. I began to set the table as I had done a hundred times before and when that was done took a last look at the casserole in the oven, took the salad out of the refrigerator, and put it on the table. That done, I headed to the living room. Sitting down on the sofa, I was drawn to the stack of photo albums that were sitting on the coffee table. I saw the pile and wondered what Mr. Booth was doing with all of them out.

  As I picked one of the older albums up a photograph fell out of its pages and when I picked it up, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was a naked picture of Marybeth’s dad. He was lying on a beach towel, his tanned legs were spread wide and he was holding his fully erect cock in one hand as he posed for the camera. It was huge, and he was obviously offering it to whoever had been taking the picture.

  I felt my cheeks go red and my heart was beating out of my chest as I quickly put the picture back inside the album and lay it back down onto the coffee table. To be honest, I didn’t know what to think. As I sat there looking at the album on the table, I couldn’t get the image of that cock out of my head. Sitting there in stunned silence, I could still hear the shower, so I opened the pages again and took hold of the picture. My god he was big and still I sat there staring at it. I suddenly realized how hot my bottom felt and that I was getting wet. I couldn’t help wondering what something like that would feel like inside me; but then I wondered why he would have a picture like that in his family album.

  Moments later, I heard the shower being turned off and I quickly placed the picture back where I’d found it. Mr. Booth shouted that he’d be out in a minute, to which I replied there was no rush. As I waited, my eyes seemed to be drawn to the album and realizing that he would take at least a couple of minutes to get dressed I dared myself to have another look at the picture. That was a mistake, because no sooner had I picked it up, than Mr. Booth walked in with a large towel wrapped around his waist. Unfortunately, he saw me before I saw him.

  “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to leave that lying around, I just forgot about it,” he said surprising me as he reached for the photograph.

  I must have turned a bright red as I could feel my cheeks flushing as he took it from my hands. I couldn’t seem to look up at him, as I didn’t want our eyes to meet. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

  “I think it would be best if we just put this away and not talk about it,” he said suddenly.

  “I’m…um…I’m sorry Mr. Booth, I didn’t mean to be nosey,” I replied, finally looking up to see him.

  “You don’t have to apologize it was my fault for leaving it where it could be found. I think, no, I’d better explain why I even have such a photograph. With Marybeth gone, I’ve been very lonely and a few days ago, I got some of her mother’s boxes out and spotted these old photo albums of when my wife and I were first dating. I know I must seem like an old coot to you and Marybeth but I was young once too. This picture was taken when I was engaged to Marybeth’s mother. We were on a private beach and got silly taking pictures. We never did get around to getting rid of these old photos.”

  Staring into his eyes I saw how upset he was and said, “It’s not like I’m a child, I am eighteen and I understand how you can get carried away like that. I think it’s incredible that you and your wife were so open about things like that.”

  “Do you really think so,” he replied, shocked by my attitude.

  “Oh without a doubt, I was turned on just looking at it,” I replied boldly.

  He watched as my eyes drifted down, away from his, only then did he remember that he was still standing in a bath towel and realized that I was looking at the bulge in his towel.

  I peered at the towel, hoping that it would magically disappear and as I watched, I could see the bulge beneath the towel getting bigger and realized that what I’d said must have excited him. I think a kind of lust must have gotten a hol
d of me at that point, as I found myself wanting to see what my imagination was conjuring up.

  “Can I see it?” I said softly with a croak in my voice.

  I glanced up, and he just stood there staring at me and for a moment, I thought he was going to shout at me; instead, he allowed the towel to fall to the floor and didn’t say a word. As I watched the towel slip to the floor I saw the muscles shift on his flat stomach, and the first curls of black hair appeared as it fell lower. The base of his cock was covered with deep whirls of hair and as the towel fell further, I saw the first glimpse of the flesh that nestled there. Oh my god, he was only semi-hard but I could see how big it was going to get as it started to lengthen and swell in front of me. At first, I didn’t do anything I just stared at it. I’d never seen such a large cock before and as it grew to its full length, I had the urge to reach out and grab it. I didn’t fight the urge and placed my fingers tentatively around it, and as I did so, I felt it pulsate in the palm of my hand.

  “I have a confession to make Anne; I’ve wanted this for some time. I think the fantasy of getting together with you started on your eighteenth birthday, when I saw you dressed for your birthday party in that silky pink dress with the low cut top. You were bent over the cake and as you leaned forward to make a wish, your dress gaped open and I saw your bare breasts, your nipples were pointy and hard. When you pursed your lips to blow out the candle, I was fantasizing about your lips being wrapped around my cock and blowing me. It really shook me, because you’re my daughter’s best friend and I’m eighteen years older than you,” said Mr. Booth.

  I’d had my own fair share of fantasies and as I held his cock in my hand, I realized that this was one of them. I’d always wanted to know what it would really be like, with an older man, a man that had a huge cock, and, who knew what to do with it. I was tired of reading about it in romance books, I wanted the real thing and whenever I’d play with myself, that thought was always prevalent in my mind.

  I stroked the full length of it, running my soft hands up and down that thick cock and feeling how hard it was. Then I looked up at Mr. Booth and smiled, before leaning closer and parting my lips. The end of his cock was velvety soft and extremely warm as I slipped it between my lips. He let out a low moan of approval as I started to suck the end gently. I knew one thing; there was no way I was going to get much of this monster into my mouth. As I held it and sucked on the end, he was getting harder and longer and thrust his hips forward, trying to push it in a little deeper. I allowed a few more inches past my lips and carried on sucking. After a few moments of that, I allowed a bit more into my mouth and stroked it at the same time. He was trying to push his hips forward and before long, I was taking in at least seven inches of his meat. I enjoyed the feeling of it running over my tongue as it entered and sucked the end hard each time it came back out.

  I could only imagine what it would feel like inside my pussy and couldn’t wait to find out. Looking up at him as I sucked the end once more and ran my tongue around it, I could see he had his eyes closed. He was muttering with delight and had thrown his head back. Then I gripped it with both hands and started to masturbate him into my mouth. He began to call out that he was close and I just picked up speed. When he did cum, he was deep inside my mouth and I could feel his seed hitting the back of my throat.

  “Oh God child, ah…ah…don’t stop, suck it baby, suck daddy’s cock dry!” he shouted.

  I was so fucking turned on when he said that, that I swallowed the first load, and then another, and watched the rest covering my hands as I finished him off. I licked my hands dry and then held the thick knob between my lips and mouthed it to keep it hard. Pulling my lips away, I stood up still holding his thick cock, which is when he started to strip me of my clothing. He pulled my soft tee shirt over my head and tore open the fastening to my bra. He started to suck and lick my breasts, going from one nipple to the other as he unzipped my skirt and let it pool around my feet. He knelt down and slipped my panties off and I was so glad that I’d shaved that morning. My arms and legs were silky smooth, and so was my pussy, as I always hated the feel of hair there. I enjoyed the feeling of his rough fingers first tweaking my nipples and then moving roughly over my moist lips below.

  He then pushed me back onto the couch and spread my legs wide.

  “Oh daddy, what are you doing?” I said in my most innocent voice.

  He didn’t reply, instead, he lifted my left leg up and completely covered my pussy with his mouth. I started to moan with delight as I felt his tongue probing me and flicking my bud with the tip. Running my hands through his hair, I pulled him into me, wanting to feel his tongue delving deeper. He didn’t disappoint me and began to tongue my opening; he even brought a finger up to play with my clit as his tongue slid over my delicate moist pussy lips and entered me.

  I spread my legs wider and felt his free hand holding my ass from beneath as if to hold me up to his waiting mouth. His finger was driving me crazy and whenever his tongue flicked my engorged bud, I felt a hot flush of excitement. I’d never experienced anything as sexually charged, as when I started to cum for the first time that day, in fact, I wasn’t even aware that a woman could cum so hard. It started at my feet and spread along my calves and up my legs until it centered on my clit. My nipples hardened to an almost uncomfortable level and then it reached my head. I felt like I’d been struck by something invisible and my legs and knees went weak with ecstasy as my body collapsed back down onto the couch. I remember closing my eyes and screaming with pleasure, but nothing else until he spoke again.

  “I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy, child,” he said.

  I opened my eyes to see him standing over me holding his large cock in his hand, just as he did in the photograph. He reached for the cushions on the sofa and began to toss them down to the floor. Pulling me to my feet, he dropped me down on top of the nest of pillows and followed me to the floor. I couldn’t stop staring as his cock and began to feel a bit apprehensive at his size, as I knew what was coming. As he kneeled down, he spread my legs wide and I felt the first brush of the heat and hardness of his cock probing my soft pussy lips. Looking down, I watched as his cock slid deeper into my moistness and feeling the first teasing pressure I turned my head and looked up at him and said, “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard!”

  He groaned in excitement as the tip of his cock pushed past my swollen wet lips and into the snug entrance. My pussy lips were surrounding the throbbing head as he edged forward and I could feel his engorged cock stretching me as it moved in.

  “My god girl you’ve got a tight pussy,” he said as he held my hips and spread my legs wider.

  I shivered at the lust I heard in his voice and arched my back to open my pussy wider. Then it was all inside me and the feeling of being full overwhelmed me. He was slow at first, sinking deeply into me, allowing me to acclimatize to his size, and when he felt my first tentative gripping of his cock he began to move faster. I find it hard to describe what I was feeling at that moment, as I’d never experienced anything like this before. I felt possessed, taken completely as he thrust his cock deep into me. My hands slid to his hips, feeling the powerful thrusts of his body as he arched deeply into me. My excited hands grabbed his muscular ass checks as he clenched them with each powerful thrust.

  His grunts of pleasure as he sank into me were matched only by my moans of excitement. The sight of him bearing down on me with his muscular arms supporting his weight was another turn on. He looked down on me and smiled and I knew he must have cared about my feelings, as he seemed determined to satisfy me. Looking deeply into my eyes, he began to fuck me harder and I was overwhelmed with such feelings of lust that I screamed out, not to stop. I began to feel the first wave of a climax ignite my clit as he continued to pump into me. I was still coming when he stopped and pulled out to lower his head to my heaving body. His tongue roughly licked my bud and then began to suck its tip as the second wave of my climax sent a shockwave over my body, and I was still coming. By
the time it was all over, I felt exhausted but so aware and alive. My pussy felt wonderfully used and I was still feeling the aftershocks of the climax running through me. I don’t know how long I just lay there, but when I finally opened my eyes, he was standing there in front of me still erect.

  “Are you ready for round two?” he said.

  He wasn’t finished with me and the smile that crossed my face must have spoken volumes to him. He reached forward with a hand and helped me to stand and then he turned me around and bent me over the plush sofa arm. I later found out that doggy style was his favorite position. He spread my legs wide and gripped my butt cheeks, before positioning his cock at my swollen entrance. When he entered me from behind, it felt so different. Our positions allowed him to slide his whole cock deep inside me. I felt his balls bouncing gently against the back of my thighs. It felt amazing.

  He started slowly sliding in and out, and it felt so amazing that when I looked around at him, I had to say something.

  “I adore your cock daddy, can you fuck me hard with it,” I said, trying to look as innocent as I possibly could.

  In response, I felt the grip of his hands on my butt tighten and suddenly he was slamming his cock into me. I gripped the cushion that was on the couch and leaned forward and down a little more. My pussy was on fire as the entire length of his cock repeatedly plunged in and out of me. I could feel every inch of his meat and it was glorious. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations that were coursing throughout my body.

  ‘This is what a real man feels like’ I thought as I approached yet another orgasm.

  I was lost in the moment, feeling him spreading me wider, plunging deeper, and I have no idea how long he fucked me as I came hard, gripping him tightly with my spasms. I heard him call out that, he was going to cum, and felt the first hot stream spurt inside me, suddenly I felt him pull out and hot spurts of man-seed began hitting my butt cheeks and back. I collapsed in pleasure over the couch and turned to see him gripping his cock as the last drops of semen pulsed from the tip. I had the urge to taste him and sat up to do just that. He had his eyes closed as he enjoyed the final moments of his ejaculation and I placed my mouth around his cock.