Lucille. P stared morosely at the screen. She had put hours and hours into her recent Lush story. It was about two young hotties who had met on the beach. She’d planned it meticulously. Her lead character had an arc, in which she’d overcome insecurity about a scar on her body to give herself to a man. There was a nicely written seduction scene with desire and hesitation, if not reluctance. She was particularly proud of the passage,
“Her tongue caressed the top of his penis as if it were parched and seeking relief from thirst by coaxing out his pre-cum and semen.”
But the story had attracted just five hundred views, eighteen likes and three comments. To be fair, the comments were positive, but even so. What a bust when the top writers were scoring likes into the hundreds! She was feeling rather despondent about her prospects of her ultimate goal on Lush Stories, which was to have attracted a million views of her work.
For a million people to have read her writing sounded like the stuff of fantasy. There were many professionally published writers whose work was never read by a million people. And yet, ordinary people just like her had done it. Good writers, but ordinary people, nonetheless. Lucille was starting to worry that she was destined to slouch all the way to the millionaire’s club by churning out stories that were read fifteen hundred times, one after the other, and that would take a decade.
Just then, an idea occurred to her. She would look at the stories that had attracted the most views and likes and imitate them. Not plagiarise. Imitate. She looked up the highest ranked stories and began to read. She wrote down what tags the most viewed stories had in common, and what separated them.
Lucille didn’t care for some of those genres. But her desperation for recognition as a writer overrode her doubts. She opened her laptop and began to type.
*
I pulled on my crop top and short pants. My boyfriend would be waiting for me at the ice cream parlour. Just as I was heading out, my brother…
*
Lucille paused, then crossed out “brother”.
*
Just as I was heading out, my father appeared from the kitchen. He looked cross. ‘You are not going out dressed like that!’ he said. I felt his eyes scan my legs before alighting on my belly button, which I’d recently had pierced. My miniskirt belt hung about three inches lower than my navel.
‘I’m just going to see Pep, Dad. We’re just going to hang out.”
“Not dressed like that, you’re not.”
“I’m seventeen, Dad. I can dress however I choose.”
“Not while you’re under my roof. Cover your body. I don’t want anyone thinking my daughter is a dirty slut.”
I rolled my eyes. Feeling suddenly emboldened, I turned and faced him with my hands on my hips.
“And what if I am, Dad? What if I am a dirty slut who sucks a different cock every night?”
*
Lucille giggled at the silliness of the line. What daughter would say that to her father?
*
“My daughter is absolutely not a cheap, dirty slut,” said my father, “and she’s not going to dress like one. Now, put some trousers and a jumper on this minute.”
The courage that my brief moment of rebellion had brought had deserted me. Tears welled up in my eyes.
“But Daddy, how can I get Pep to like me without showing off my body? I don’t want to die a virgin.”
A drop of water rolled down my cheek. My dad’s face softened at the sight of my tears.
“You don’t need to show off your body for a guy to like you, love. Just be yourself.”
“But I tried that. And the boys just call me a frump.” I was really crying now.
“You’re not a frump, love. Don’t cry. Come here.”
He opened his arms to offer me a hug. I walked slowly, hesitantly over, then accepted my dad’s embrace. His arms were strong and muscular, and tight for a man in his forties. I may have imagined it, but I thought I felt his hand not just brush but, with the gentlest of touches, caress my back where the skin was exposed.
*
Lucille paused there, pressed save and closed the laptop. She wanted to think of the ending before she went on. She texted her friend with benefits.
“Come over? Feeling horny LOL!”
Timofei was, apparently, feeling horny too, for half an hour later he was on his back on her bed having his penis sucked.
“Tell me how that feels,” she whispered to him. Tim smiled.
“It’s…a bit like it’s being gently washed by a wet, soapy sponge!” he said.
She made a mental note to use that description.
“Hey, I was wondering, and, if it’s not for you, just say, ok? But I was wondering, Lucille, if you’d be interested in trying anal sex?”
Lucille was rather taken aback by the request. Tim had never shown any interest in anal before.
“Errr, maybe. I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“I did it with my ex, and she loved to be taken up the ass.”
“Really?”
“You have my word. She used to beg for it.”
“I’ve never tried it, to be honest,” she said.
“Well, I brought some lube in case you would like to try. If not, totally cool.”
Lucille thought about it. Well, you only live once. It wasn’t like she was signing a lifetime contract. She could ask him to stop if she didn’t like it…
“All right. We have to use lube and a condom, ok?”
“Of course.”
“Ok. Let’s do it.”
Tim had seen her ass naked more than a dozen times, but this felt different. Bending over and presenting her sphincter for penetration, Lucille had never felt vulnerable with him until now. She felt him spread her cheeks, then his finger was rubbing cool lubricant gel around her asshole. Oh Christ, was this a mistake? But if it was really awful, no-one would ever consent to it, surely? And women did. Not all women, but some…
She felt his cock ease gently into her. Wow! She knew she would be recounting this experience in some form or other on Lush at some point, but the sensation of his dick entering her ass was just so intense that she couldn’t think straight.
Tim thrust his dick into Lucille, and she gripped the sheets tight, bunched into her fists. She decided to wait a few minutes before passing judgement.
For ten long minutes, Tim fucked her firmly in the ass. Neither gently nor roughly. Firmly, confidently, with the thrust of a man who knew she could enjoy the experience, she just needed time to grow into it.
The pain was…bearable. The sensations were…intense. Did she want it to end? No. Not this time. She was feeling every thrust of Tim’s cock drive into her bottom. Now that the lube had done it’s job and she was loose and lubricated back there, each thrust drove his dick ever deeper up towards her digestive tract.
“Oh Jesus! Jesus! Wow! Wow!” she cried.
After just ten minutes, Tim came inside her ass. Or to be strictly accurate, inside the condom which was in her ass. They both collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted.
The next day, which was a Sunday, Lucille opened up her laptop and resumed her story.
*
I felt my father’s hands pressed lightly to my bare back.
“Do you have any advice for me, Dad? On getting and keeping a boyfriend?”
My father paused, looking downwards at his feet with a frown. I could see he was choosing his words carefully. At length, he gave me the most important advice he would ever pass on,
“Whoever said the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach knows nothing about men. The way to a man’s heart is actually through your stomach.”
“You mean…”
He nodded.
“No man can resist a woman who knows how to give good oral sex, sweetie.”
“Thanks, Dad. I’d best be off.”
This time, it was me who offered the hug.
I felt so warm and safe in his arms that I held my dad close.
He kissed my neck gently.
“When did you get so big?” he asked.
“Daddy, I should go and see Pep. He’s expecting me.”
“Yes, my darling. Please cover up just a little, though. And promise me, you won’t give your virginity to him unless he deserves it.”
I blushed.
“Daddy, I promise.”
He released me from our embrace and put his hands on my shoulders.
“Good girl.”
I nodded, blushing.
“You’ll be home in time, won’t you? Ten o’clock?”
“I promise, dad.”
Dad smiled.
“I’ll still be up,” he told me, “Have a nice date.”
But I lost track of time, and when Pep dropped me off with a kiss, I saw to my horror that it was almost eleven thirty. The light in the living room window was on. I knew I was in trouble.
“What time do you call this?” he asked, standing menacingly in the doorway.
“I’m sorry, Dad, we lost track of time.”
“You couldn’t even call? Do you know how worried I’ve been?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Come with me,” he said firmly and went into the living room. I followed my dad. He took a seat on the couch. I stood in front of him.
“Take your panties down and lie across my lap. I said ten and I meant ten.”
“But Dad…”
“No arguments. Get those knickers off.”
Slowly, and with immense reluctance, I pulled my panties down, then I lay across my father’s lap, my cheeks burning with shame. He hitched my tiny black skirt over my trembling buttocks, and he began to smack my cheeks in turn, left, right, left, right. The sound of his hand striking my bottom rang through the silent house. I buried my head in the sofa, trying to tune out of the experience, but it was starting to really sting. He spanked me firmly, using the strength of his muscular arms to forehand smash my poor buttocks.
And to my horror, my inexpressible horror, I began to feel wet and warm between my legs. It was…turning me on!
That spanking felt like it lasted forever. But, at last, it stopped. My dad rested his hand on my left buttock and then, with a gentle caress, he rubbed it. Oh, that felt nice, even if I was sore. He caressed my bare bottom.
“You’re wet,” he whispered, “I can see. I can smell it too.”
I said nothing, enjoying the soft rub of my thoroughly spanked ass. I had almost forgotten he was my dad. Then, he slipped two fingers between my legs.
“Oh, my darling, I’m so glad you came home safely to me,” he said quietly as he began to move his finger in a circular motion.
“Me too, Dad,” I whispered.
“You know, sweetheart, a girl’s first time can often be a disappointment,” he said,
“If you’d like to try it with me, I do have experience with women’s bodies. I can make it nice for my girl?”
I felt his finger brushing my clitoris from behind. It felt so fucking good. Fuck it. All the girls’ magazines had always told me I should have my first time with someone I trusted. I trusted him.
“Ok, Dad, let’s try.”
“You’ll have to get off my lap.”
I did. I got off his lap and pulled off my crop top. My dad undid his trousers and lowered them together with his underwear. I saw his cock burst out. I reached out and took a penis in my hands for the first time. I watched him looking down at my breasts, then I smiled up at him. He was growing hard. He reached in between my legs and slipped his fingers into me.
