A Lemon

"You're kidding," Sam said dubiously as her gave her lemons a gentle squeeze.

"Not at all," Daddy said and flashed her a smile. They had detoured to the kitchen to raid her fruit bin, and now headed back to her bedroom with a cutting board and a knife. "Old sailor's trick, from the days when they'd often find themselves in foreign ports and the ladies want to make sure they left no man behind, so to speak. The acidity will kill the sperm. Most of them, anyway. No form of birth control is 100%."

Sam bit her lip. The whole thing seemed ridiculous—but then, neither of them was in the mood to go out to the store and get a pack of condoms. Not when they were already naked. She sighed inwardly, and realized that she'd been preparing to rawdog that dick from the moment he'd taken off his pants.

I have a bad feeling about this, Sam admitted to herself...but she'd be lying if she wasn't secretly excited too. She hadn't gone bareback with a cock in years...since a drunken makeout session at college had led to a trip to an abortion clinic. Still, that was a long time ago...Sam knew she was older, wiser, more experienced. Not some shallow young woman barely getting started who knew nothing about sex, had barely even looked at her own pussy in the mirror.

Then again, I'm about to take the biggest dick I've ever seen into my unprotected pussy and hope that lemon juice will keep me from getting knocked up, Sam reminded herself. I'm probably too horny to make good decisions.

Worse, his viagra had kicked in. She had spent the whole trip back from the kitchen with one eye on the foot-long mast that jutted out from his crotch, worried he'd knock down a lamp or something. Sam really hoped he wasn't one of those macho assholes that tried to cram everything in at once.

"So," Sam said as Daddy set the lemons, knife, and cutting board down on the side table. "How do you want to do this?"

Daddy stood facing her. His big hands scooped her up under her armpits, and he lifted her up free of the ground so that they could stare eye to eye...and then he lowered her, just a little, so that her shaven pussy rested on his cock.

"I think it's time for a depth test," he said.

Sam flustered. She licked her lips. "Okay. Just...go slow?"

He grinned back at her. "Of course. Daddy will be gentle with his little girl...until she wants it good and hard."

Inwardly Sam groaned...but he set her down gently on the bed. He laid his cock down on her stomach, his hairy balls pressed against her shaven twat. Daddy had said it was thirteen inches, or a hair over, and looking down at that stiff prick that laid across her abdomen like a cannon, Sam could well believe it. There was no way it could fit...but she was horny enough to try.

They both were.

Callused hands roamed over her body, pinched appreciatively at the little bit of extra weight on her hips and thighs, squeezed her breasts and let his great hard thumbs play with her nipples like joysticks until the nubs were hard and erect. Sam felt herself begin to relax as he kept up the foreplay..rubbing and exploring. Letting her own fingers trace the tattoos on his arms and chest, feel the hard muscle there, the curled grey hairs, the smell of Old Spice like her own father's sockdrawer at home...their eyes drank in the sight of each other, and Sam wondered if maybe this wouldn't turn out to be okay.

Then his hands closed on her knees and drew her legs wide apart. Sam could feel the strain in the muscles in the back of her thighs, the way the lips of her labia parted. Her'd never taken his dick from off her belly, but now he planted his feet on the bed, never loosening his grip on her knees. Sam's ass was **** up, and he drew his hips back, so that the head of his cock slid back toward her pussy, leaving a trail of precum.

It was angry now, that cock. A vivid purplish-red, veins standing out on the side, the one-eyed monster swollen and twice as big as when she had first seen it. He loomed over her, the tip of his cock now pressed against her cunny, and Sam once again felt that size difference, the power in those muscles, the terrible sensation that she was a woman alone and she had invited this strange, big man into her house and if he wanted to, he could do whatever he wanted to her...

Her heart hammered in her chest as their eyes met again.

"You're wetter than a Saigon whore," he said. "Most girls, they're scared of Daddy's dick. Won't even try to take him. Call Daddy a freak. But Daddy has needs. Daddy has a lot of cum stored up in his big hairy balls, and it's all going in you, little girl. Every drop...and every inch."

Sam swallowed. She wanted to tell him that cum wasn't stored in the balls, that she wasn't his little girl, to cut the roleplay shit and just fuck her...but the words died in her throat. There was something about those eyes. Something that told her that he meant every word...and as he bent his knees and **** his cockhead past her lips, she realized the position they were in was called the mating press for a reason.

She was wet, which was good, but she was also tight—or at least, gith when being faced with the biggest cock she had ever seen on anything human. Intellectually, Sam knew there were women that fucked horses and donkeys, and pron stars online who fucked massive dildos that made this dick look skinny by comparison. Women who liked to get fisted, whose baggy pussies had been stretched by childbirth or loosened up with poppers and ****. All Sam had was a little natural lubrication and sheer determination...and she hoped it would be enough.

His weight began to settle on her. She was pinned to the bed and could only watch as he **** more and more of that cockmeat into her—saw as well as felt her labia spread—the head scrape and stretch her soft tunnel as it delved deeper...ever deeper...and the further it got, the more and more a sense of apprehension grew inside of Sam, a determination that her cunt just wasn't big enough.

Maybe she was right.

He had only gotten about halfway into her pussy when the cock hit something inside of Sam that made her abs convulse. Her eyes bugged out of her head as her pussy muscles instinctively squeezed. It was a level of pain that brought tears to her eyes.

So naturally, Daddy drew back a little and then did it again.

That set the stage for the longest, most painful fuck of Sam's life. Losing her virginity had been one moment of sharp agony followed by a burning ache that had lasted a few hours and faded to a soreness gone within a day or two. This was a pussy pummeling. Now that Daddy had found his depth, he drew his hairy ass up and brought it down, over and over, the big dick pounding away inside of her like it was drilling for oil. Her whole cunt felt on fire, but nothing so bad as the back of her pussy, that felt spongy and bruised. Sam had a feeling she'd be pissing blood tonight if this kept up.

The worst part was, Sam couldn't even enjoy it, not the way she wanted to. Penetration by itself was never enough for Sam. She needed to flick her clit, play with her nipples, dirty talk, spanking, some other stimulus to really get off...but he was single-mindedly focused on one thing and one thing only: fucking her tight little cunny with that big fat cock.

Fortunately, Daddy hadn't been kidding about being pent up. It was barely ten minutes of carnal cunt-hammering when he stabbed in harder than before...hard enough for Sam to yelp...and then he held it there.

She couldn't feel him cum. But she could feel the throb of his dick as it swelled and slackened, swelled and slackened...and she knew, deep inside of her, all the pent-up yellowish jizz that Daddy had been saving were being offloaded like Marines being sent to take the beach.

He pulled out...prick still hard and slick...and Sam frowned as a few drops splattered on her face, like insult to injury.

"Oops, almost forgot," Daddy said jovially. "Hold yourself in that position while I get the lemon."

Sam's arms came up to grab her lower back, elbows against the mattress. It kept her pussy in the air, already sore and no doubt going to be sorer by the morning. It had been a disappointing fuck, but at least with the lemon the chances were she wouldn't get knocked up...

He re-appeared a moment later, about a third of a lemon in his palm—and he pressed that down into her slit and squeezed.

Now, there is this about Daddy's trick with the lemon: he was right that citric acid could make the vagina a hostile environment for sperm. However, he didn't think about the fact that a tight pussy, unused to a big dick, would experience innumerable small tears in the sensitive tissues. Which meant that he had just poured lemon juice on the equivalent of a thousand papercuts.

Sam couldn't even scream. There was nothing in her vocabulary of vaginal injuries that would compare to what she now experienced. As the juice slid down into her pussy, her whole vaginal canal seemed to be on fire, especially near the surface where Daddy was diligently rubbing the used lemon into his little girl's wet, glistening pussy.

"Well, we've got two more lemons and with the little blue pills my erection should last for another few hours...let's have some more fun!" he said.

Sam shook in shock as the DILF dropped the used lemon by her face and smacked her burning cunt with his stiff dick...and she met his eyes then, a sudden realization dawning that he intended to fuck her as long as he was able...and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Does that lemon trick even work?" she said, bitterly.

"If it doesn't," he said cheerfully. "You won't be the only one calling me Daddy!"

This time, Sam didn't suppress the groan...or the hiss of pain as his cock slid into her lemon-filled cunt. It was going to be a long, hard night for them both.