The Bad Dad, Part 1

I don’t pretend to be a “good dad,” like all the women and pussies who call themselves men out there like to call it. The way I see it, I made ‘er, she owes me. And don’t tell me all of you fathers out there don’t feel the same way, deep down inside.

I was 17 when I knocked up my first girl; she wasn’t my first lay, and although she claimed I was hers, I didn’t believe her, not for a second. There was something voracious about her, like you only get with girls who have been messed with by their uncles and whatnot. Just how I like ’em, if you get my drift. She said she was 17, but she didn’t look any more than 14 or 15; also just how I like ’em, heh heh. She was swinging those hips next to the jukebox at Billy’s Bar, her skirt hiked up so I could see a peek of her hot pink underwear hugging her ripe little ass. One thing and another, and after quite a few drinks, we were necking in the bathroom stall. I had her pushed up against the wall, and my hands roved all over her tight body. She didn’t try to stop me when I reached under her skimpy t-shirt and undid her bra, releasing her little, barely pubescent titties. I pulled her shirt off over her head, and trapped her arms in it while I grabbed her nipple in my teeth. She made a little moan, and ground her crotch against me. I pushed her skirt up to her waist while she struggled free of the shirt, and I ground my bulge into her cotton-covered cunt. I reached my index finger down, and lifted her panty crotch aside so I could get at her pussy, and I have to tell you, her pussy was perfectly smooth, not a hair in sight. I thought, you little whore! I slipped my fingers between her lips, and I knew I had found heaven: soft, and warm, and fairly dripping with pussy juice. I rubbed her little clit, and she moaned some more. I ventured a finger into her tight hole, and she squeaked a little, but she couldn’t move even if she wanted to. My boner was tight against my jean zipper, so I unbuttoned and freed my monster from its constraints. I pulled it out through the slit in my boxer shorts, and the little slut goggled at the size. I’m a good 7 inches, and thick, like a prize zucchini. I moved her panty crotch further aside to make way for my cock, and I rubbed the head around in her juices before I thrust into her tight hole, all the way in one push. She really squeaked, and I might have had my hand over her mouth by this time, so no one would hear what we were up to. I lifted her up by her ass cheeks, so I had a better angle for my thrusting, and I proceeded to ram my cock up her tight pussy, over and over, until I came with a satisfying shudder. I buttoned myself up, and told her to clean up; she looked a right mess. We met at the bar a few more times, but none of our bathroom fucks were as sweet as the first one, and pretty soon she began to swell up with her brat, and I didn’t see her anymore. I heard she put it up for adoption, and I sure got off light. You might think I’d have learned my lesson, but I guess I hadn’t.

As I was saying, she wasn’t my first time, no siree. I wasn’t much more than a child when I first started getting the urges all of us men feel. I don’t think god would give us these urges if we weren’t supposed to act on them. And all I had access to was my hand, a poor substitute for a real pussy; and also my little sister, who had that real pussy. She wasn’t more than 10 or 11, flat as a board, but I thought womanly enough for my needs. Like most big brothers, I wasn’t very nice to her in general, and as a result, she looked up to me, and would do anything I said just so I would play with her. One day, when I’d had enough of self-pleasuring, and I was desperate for some actual fucking, my little sister came into my room and asked if I wanted to go play near the creek. Bingo. I told her I’d come, but only if she did everything I said. “Sure, Buddy,” she said, but she had no idea what I had in mind. My prick sprang up immediately in anticipation as we made our way to the secluded creek at the edge of our property, and it made it a little difficult to walk. Once we got there, she started to roll up her pants to wade in, and since it was a hot summer day, I told her we should skinny dip. We would do this from time to time, but that was before I got these urges. She readily agreed, and quickly threw off her little girl clothes. When I got to my underwear, my prick sprang out, and she giggled. “What happened to you!” she laughed, and I told her “It’s what happens to all men when they’re around pretty girls, like you.” She seemed pleased by the compliment, and splashed some water at my cock as I made my way into the water. It shivered in anticipation, and got even harder, if that’s possible. “You know what men do with their ‘things’ when they’re naked with pretty girls?” I said, and she seemed genuinely curious. “No, what?” “They stick them inside their little holes.” She looked puzzled, and then she said “It will never fit!” I said, “I think we should find out,” and I moved closer. “I don’t think so,” she said, some of her gaiety replaced by worry. I insisted, “Remember you promised to do everything I said.” “Yeah….I guess so…” She had acquiesced quickly, as I knew she would. In any case, she was going to like this too. I had brought some suntan oil, and I squirted some into my hand and rubbed it on my cock. I told her to go lie down on the grass, and I approached her supine form, and nudged her legs apart with my foot.