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Opis ebooka The Daddy Bundle 2 (5 Story Collection Daddy Daughter Incest Taboo Anal Creampie Threesome Spanking Family Sex Forbidden Anthology Erotica XXX) - Taboo Inc.

Five stories bundled together in one filthy money-saving collection of incest taboo erotica, featuring dominant, dirty Daddies and their naughty bratty daughters, getting punished just as they deserve.Featuring spanking, breeding, first time virgins, threesomes, creampies and filthy anal fun, you're sure to find something to lose yourself in.

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The Daddy Bundle 2

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Copyright © 2016 by Taboo Inc.

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This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  All characters 18+.

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Five stories bundled together in one filthy money-saving collection of incest taboo erotica, featuring dominant, dirty Daddies and their naughty bratty daughters, getting punished just as they deserve.

Featuring spanking, breeding, first time virgins, threesomes, creampies and filthy anal fun, you're sure to find something to lose yourself in.

Stories include, Daddy's Anal Camp, Daddy's Girls, Daddy's Payback, Daddy's Virgin Brat and Daddy's Anal Virgin.

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Daddy's Anal Camp!

Daddy's Girls

Daddy's Payback

Daddy's Virgin Brat

Daddy's Virgin Anal Rape

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Daddy's Anal Camp!

So there I was, with Daddy ALL snuggled up close behind me, his fat erection pressing through his sweat pants and in to my back, curled around my frame and ready to do something foolish.

I was excited.  It was something I'd wanted for so long that I scarcely knew what to do now my fantasy was becoming a reality.  I mean, how does a girl go about fucking her own Daddy?

But before I tell you about all that, let me tell you how I got in this amazing mess.

It was the annual camping trip that Daddy and I did once a year, both booking a weekend off work and heading out in to the wilderness with a few supplies and our gear, looking for adventure and the chance to get away from it all.

We also liked to bond on these occasions and over the years we'd become very close.  Mom was never allowed to come with us.  It was strictly a daddy, daughter thing.

Now, in my nineteenth year, I wouldn't miss it for the world.  Some of my friends would ridicule me for my choice, opting for this over a party or tropical holiday, but I really loved it, sue me.  This year, I would end up loving it a whole lot more.

It didn't start out great though.  The weather had been threatening since our arrival, looking completely out of season as the thick, snowy clouds rolled over the mountains and sat ominously above us.

Daddy had been fishing that morning and we sat around the fire, watching as he lined up his catches.

I liked to do my bit and I cut and peeled some of the vegetables we'd brought with us, ready to boil in a POT over the fire.

I idly chipped away at their skin, watching Daddy with quiet admiration as he positioned the fish.  He was the perfect provider and there was something about that that turned me on a little.

I have no idea where it came from.  Maybe it was lying dormant all those years ago.  But that weekend something flared up inside me like a volcano coming to life after a long slumber and suddenly I wanted him.

It was crazy, but I soon felt nervous around him, like my first crush all over again or something.  I think it was his maturity that scared and excited me, knowing he was experienced at life—at loving.  I wanted to feel it first hand and there was no better time than right there, alone in the woods.

Soon after dinner it started to turn dark and that cold snap that had been threatening finally materialized in the form of a thick and instant coat of rain.

"Come on Madison, we've gotta get in the tent," Daddy said, picking up one or two things to stow in the porch.  "This things not gonna be over for a while."

"You're the boss, Daddy," I said, hopping up before he'd finished his sentence. 

It was lashing down in no time at all and I waited eagerly for Daddy to unzip the tent and get inside.

"Come on, slow-coach, I'm getting wet here!"

"I'm trying, Madison, it's so slippery."

Soon he had it open and he slipped inside with me following close behind, pushing him a little and crashing on top of him when we both made it through.

I paused on him, looking down as the rain beat above us.  His eyes were deep and I almost lost myself in them completely before he snapped me out of it.

"Madison!  The door," he shouted under me and I turned quickly to zip it back up, cocooning us both inside.

We both breathed heavy and he looked across to me.  "Jeez, we could be in here for hours."

"Game of cards?" I proffered after a sigh.

"Good idea," he said snapping a finger and pointing at me.  "But first, we gotta get out of these wet clothes."

No sooner had Daddy suggested it he was unzipping his jacket, taking off his wet t-shirt and slipping his pants down his legs.  I was neutral to him in that moment and I looked over, trying not to smirk as I watched him undress right down to his underwear.  Most girls would have killed for that.

His body was tight and muscled, sculpted by countless hours exercise and gym work and I enjoyed drinking it in.  I used to just think Daddy was fit, but now I knew he was fucking hot.

I felt something pang in my core and had the strangest sensation deep down.  It was hot and lusty and I knew exactly what it meant.  I tried to calm my pussy down, talking to it internally and telling it everything would be OK—that it would get what it wanted.

"Aren't you getting changed too?" he said, looking over as he kicked on some sweat-pants and took me out of my daydream.

I startled to life and began undressing, taking off my wet jacket and tank top and feeling self-conscious suddenly about my breasts, sitting in my bra and goading Daddy.

It was strange to have him almost order me to take my clothes off like that—as though I'd done something wrong and it was my punishment.

He glanced at the direction of my bust and I saw his Adam's apple jolt in his throat, clearly appreciating how far I'd developed since the time he'd last seen me in my underwear.

"Right.  Cards," he began, slapping his hands together as though he were trying to take his own mind off something.  I think I knew all too well what it was as I wriggled in to my tight leggings, my breasts swaying on my chest, refusing to be tamed.

Soon I'd pulled my jacket over my bra and zipped it up, almost snug with my sleeping bag wrapped over me and I could be normal in front of Daddy again.

We played cards and drank a little of Daddy's home-brew to keep us warm but soon found ourselves unable to hold any of our body heat as the outside temperature dropped rapidly after sun down.  We lay side-by-side in separate sleeping bags, shaking intermittently as we breathed out wispy breaths of air.

"Jeez, Daddy, it's cold," I said, rubbing at my arms.

"Rub your body, Madison.  It'll be alright."

"No, but Daddy, it's real cold."

"I know, baby, but it'll be fine, you can trust me."

I rolled over towards him.  "Do you think we'll make it?" I asked, in all seriousness.  I'd never fucking been this cold before in my life.

Thankfully Daddy laughed.  "Don't be silly, Madison, of course we'll make it.  Damn, it got almost as cold as this last year."

"It did not!" I protested, still rubbing myself all over.  In a way it was a great excuse to fondle myself with Daddy beside me, now that I'd began to have sinister thoughts about him.

"Look, just come a little closer.  We can share our body heat."

"Does that work?"

"Yes, Madison, it works, now get over here."

I wriggled closer in my sleeping bag, pressing up against him and giggling.  "Like this?"

"Exactly."

We lay there for a few minutes but it kinda didn't feel like it was doing anything.

"I'm still cold, Daddy."

He harrumphed.  "Yeah, me too," he said, a little reluctantly."

"Why don't we open up our bags.  Maybe they're keeping the heat in and we can share better?"

"I guess it won't hurt to try.  But quick, so we don't lose anything," he said, his teeth chattering.

For thirty seconds we were a mess of material and rapid movements, hastily unzipping the side of my bag and trying to slide it under Daddy's as he brought his over me until soon we were sharing completely and our bodies were almost touching.

"Get closer, Madison," he urged.  "It only works if we're close."

So that's exactly what I did, sliding backwards and slotting into Daddy's frame.

"I never thought I'd be spooning with my own Dad," I joked, trying to ease the fast enveloping tension.

"Well, the feelings kind of mutual, but I'm warmer already.  Are you?"

I had to think a little but I couldn't deny it.  "Yes, actually.  It's really working."

I snuggled back on him, closing my eyes and wriggling my butt as far against him as I could and that's when I felt it—Hard and powerful, looming beneath his pants.  That impromptu hard-on that was fast-becoming the elephant in the room.  My Daddy's stiff cock, pressing in to my butt.

Do I say something?

I shook the thought from my mind, convincing myself it was something else but then it pulsed suddenly and Daddy cleared his throat.  I have to say something.

"What's that, Daddy?" was about as innocent as I could make the question.

"What's what?" he asked, but the quiver in his voice gave him away.

"That thing I can feel ... on my butt."

"Sorry, Madison, I don't know what you're talking about."  Jeez Daddy was making this difficult.

I brought a hand behind myself and sought out the protrusion, squeezing it in my fingers.

"That," I said, rubbing along his stiff cock.

"I—I don't know," he coughed.

"Come on, Daddy," I said finally.  "I think we both know what it is."

He paused a moment.  "So why are you touching it like that."

"What, you don't like it?" I asked over my shoulder.

His silence told me everything I needed to know.

"You don't like it when I do that?" I asked, pinching what I could between two fingers and sliding it up and down his long shaft.

Again he stayed quiet.

I held his cock in place and put it between my tight butt.  "You don't like it when I do this," I said, squeezing my ass over it and dragging up and down slowly.

"Madison, we could get in a lot of trouble."

I continued to grind on him.  "No one will ever know," I smirked.  "Besides, it'll keep us warm, right?"

"I don't think you want this, Madison."

"Oh, I do, Daddy," I said, still wriggling on his big cock.

He turned to face me now and I felt a little nervous having him look me in the eye with that burning intensity.

"Do you really want it," he asked again, staring in to me to see if I really meant it.

I swallowed, nervous now but sure of my decision.  "I want it."

He brought a hand up and squeezed my cheeks harder than I thought he might.  "Do you really want it?"  He said it as though there were something more behind the words, like it was a final test.

I brought a hand to his cock by way of confirmation, squeezing it in return.  "I want it."

He kissed my lips and I reciprocated with passion, thrusting my tongue in to his mouth and fully preparing myself to do something foolish.

Our tongues were wrestling now and our hands were all over each other, charged with lust and keen to not let our feet off the throttle.

I felt him grip my tight ass, smoothing over the lycra with those big thick fingers that had held me close and kept me safe so many times.

Daddy's hand was quickly under my pants, soothing down my crease as it waited patiently below my g-string while I rubbed his firm pecs, sliding up his jumper for a better feel.