Big Bangin' Box Set

by Raven Watyrs

  “Mmm, I love hearing you call me ‘Daddy’,” Brent said. “You’re a good little girl, aren’t you, baby?” he said as he reached down between her crossed legs, rubbing her warm mound over her g-string. She rotated her hips on his fingers before standing up and leading him back to the private room.

  “Coming, Daddy?” she purred.

  ***

  Back inside the dim little room, Brent sat down and looked up at his stepdaughter. She was standing in front of him, swaying to the music like it came from within her own body. He spread his legs wide as he settled back on the bench, reaching for her strong, sexy body. He ran his fingers over her hips and reached around to her ass, squeezing her round cheeks and pulling them apart slightly. He was aching to lick her, taste her sweet nectar and drive his tongue into her slit. He reached between her legs and starting rubbing her pussy over her g-string. He could feel the heat emanating off of her and could smell her sweet scent.

  “God, you’re so sexy,” he said as she removed her top, releasing her big tits into his face. “You move so well.” He licked at her nipples and she swayed her breasts in his face.

  “Thanks to all those dance classes you guys paid for, I guess,” she said as she turned around and bent over. Her asshole and slit were barely covered by the thin strip of fabric. He couldn’t believe his stepdaughter’s pussy was inches from his face. His cock strained against his jeans as the realization took hold. He slipped a finger around the fabric, hooking it around his knuckle. He could feel her wetness against his finger as she gyrated her hips up and down. She was smooth and hairless and slick with her juices. He pushed his knuckle into her slightly, not yet penetrating, but teasing her snatch delightfully. Pulling the strip of black fabric aside, Brent looked his stepdaughter’s delicate pink folds glistening with her juices before peeling her thong off and pulling it down to the floor.

  “Spread your legs, baby girl,” he commanded.

  “Yes, Daddy,’ she moaned out softly. “Whatever you say.” Brent watched as she stepped her legs apart one at a time, the pinkness of her wet pussy opening invitingly. She reached down between her legs and started circling her clit with two of her fingers.

  Brent’s face was inches from her. He breathed in her scent then reached up and spread her pussy lips wider, exposing her inner pink flesh. He probed her opening, teasing and rubbing her juices around. “You like that, baby girl, don’t you?”

  Lilly was moving her hips in time against his finger. She was moaning and breathing heavily. “You’re making me so wet, Daddy,” she managed to get out. “I love it, please don’t stop.”

  Seeing her so aroused made Brent crazy with desire and he pushed his finger all the way into her tight slit. He started pumping it in and out, over and over, watching it disappear and reappear. He pushed a second finger in with the first, stretching her and feeling her constrict around them. He couldn’t wait any longer to taste her and he leaned in and ran his tongue over her delicate skin, probing and licking at her pussy. Her sex tasted just as good as he thought it would: sweet, musky, and irresistible. He pumped away at her faster and faster as he sucked and licked her at her clit.

  He could feel her orgasm building as he worked over her juicy cunt. She was pushing back against his face and crying out in pleasure. He grasped at her ass and thighs, spreading them as wide as he could. He drove his long tongue deep into her wet, pink hole, fucking her with it and feeling her buck against him. He sucked at her clit, rolling it on his tongue as he stuck his fingers back inside her, thrusting at her warm tunnel over and over. He leaned back and rubbed her clit faster and faster, building her orgasm and pushing her over the edge.

  “Oh my god!’ she cried. “Oh my god, Daddy! I’m going to cum!”

  Brent leaned back and pumped at her pussy with his fingers. “That’s right, baby. Cum for Daddy. Be a good little girl and show Daddy how hard you can cum!”

  “OOOOOHHHH GGGGOOODDD!” she cried, tumbling over the waterfall and coming hard, her pussy contracting with each massive wave of intense and powerful pleasure. Brent met each wave with wet, squishy thrusts of his fingers as he rolled her clit with his thumb and felt her shake with bliss. She almost collapsed to the ground in front of him, but managed to remain on her feet, just barely.

  Recovering slowly, she turned and said, “That was… the most intense orgasm… I’ve ever had.”

  Brent smiled at her and licked his wet fingers, relishing her taste. “You deserve it, sweetheart. Now get down on your knees,” he commanded.

  “Oh yes, Daddy!” she said with a resurgence of energy. “ I can’t wait to suck your cock!”

  She got down on her knees between Brent’s strong thighs as he undid his jeans and pulled out his rock hard cock. Lilly didn’t hesitate. She wrapped her hands around his thick shaft, marveling at his girth and length. She moved her hands up and down, licking her lips as he groaned with satisfaction. Watching his stepdaughter work his dick almost made Brent shoot his load right then, but he controlled himself. She leaned over his big rod, spitting on the head getting his dick nice and wet as she jacked him off. She opened her mouth wide and closed her lips around the tip, rolling her tongue around the underside of his mushroom cap. She could barely fit it all in her little mouth.

  Brent moaned and leaned his head back against the wall. She had moved down to his balls and sucked one into her mouth as she pumped his shaft up and down. He watched her reach down and finger her clit as she sucked away at his sack. She popped a ball out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, all the way to the tip again.

  “Suck it, baby,” Brent said. “Suck the whole thing in.”

  She opened up wide and took in as much as she could. She was struggling to take more than a couple inches, so Brent grabbed both sides of her head and pushed himself down her throat. She gagged and coughed, looking up at him and pouting slightly, “I’m sorry Daddy. Your dick is just too big for my little mouth.”

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he replied as he smiled at her. “Let’s see if you can handle it down there,” he pulled her up and ran his finger over her sensitive pussy making her gasp slightly.

  “I can’t wait to feel that cock inside me, Daddy,” Lilly said as she straddled herself over his lap. Brent’s cock was sticking straight out of his jeans and she grabbed it, aiming his thick member at her we opening. She began grinding herself lightly on the tip of his dick. It was all he could do not to slam it into her and fuck her silly.

  “Want me to ride you, Daddy?” she purred at him. “I want to feel you fill me right up!”

  “You know exactly what I want, baby girl,” he replied hungrily. Her big tits were right in his face. He grabbed them roughly, licking at her pink little nipples. He sucked one in and rolled it with his tongue, making her squeal and moan. His cock felt hard as iron as he squeezed his stepdaughter’s jugs, running his tongue over the soft flesh of each supple orb. He felt her push down on his cock, her wetness easing the way into her warm tunnel. She moved up and down ever so slightly, working him into her.

  “Oh god, you’re so tight,” he said. “It feels amazing.”

  Lilly reached down and rubbed her clit, pushing herself all the way down onto his cock. She moved slowly and deliberately at first, easing his massive shaft in and out of her. She increased her pace until she was riding him hard, bouncing up and down and crying out with pleasure. Brent reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her open as wide as he could while he thrust and pump his big dick into her.

  Her nails were digging into his back and she cried out, “Oh god, YES! Yes, yes, yes!” Brent plunged into her with every ‘yes’ and he felt another orgasm mounting in her tight little twat.

  “Fuck your Daddy! Fuck your Daddy!” he growled at her.

  She cried out, rocking her hips and throwing her head back at Brent’s commands. She let go with a second rush of ecstasy and her pussy convulsed around his shaft as the waves of pleasure washed through her. She was coming all over
his cock and the sensation of her tight little twat squeezing his throbbing dick pushed Brent over the edge at almost the same moment. He felt his balls tighten as he drove his rigid cock into her as deeply as possible. His cum rocketed up his dick, shooting jet after hot jet into her tight, pulsing pussy.

  “OOOOOH YEEAHHHH!” he yelled not caring who could hear them. He had never cum so hard with Cynthia. His cum blasted into her and Brent bucked and thrust as with each spasm. He pushed into her over and over, forcing his cum up her twat and feeling it squish out and down his balls. He convulsed, shaking the little black bench with each thrust.

  As their powerful orgasms started to subside, they both collapsed into a heap. Fucking his gorgeous stepdaughter was the hottest thing he’d ever done. Brent had never felt more satisfied, and he was confident that Lilly hadn’t either.

  ***

  Brent caught his breath and looked over at his stepdaughter. He had finally gotten laid, after all this time. And it was better than he ever could have hoped.

  “Well, that went pretty well, don’t you think?” he said, giving her a little smile.

  “That was unreal,” she replied, still heaving from the exertion. She climbed off him and reached for a tissue from the vanity box at the side of the door, passing one to Brent as she cleaned up the cum dribbling down her leg.

  “Shit, I guess I should have worn a condom,” Brent said, suddenly concerned.

  “Nothing to worry about there. I’m on the pill,” she replied reassuringly, putting her sparkly black outfit back on.

  Brent exhaled, relieved but a little stunned he hadn’t thought about that ahead of time. He chalked it up to sexual frustration. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his checkbook and scribbled down his side of the deal.

  “I love it when a plan comes together,” he said cheekily. “Here you go, baby girl. Thanks for the lap dance.” He smiled and winked at her.

  “Five hundred dollars!” she cried. “Oh my god, thank you! This will help so much with my tuition!” She looked so happy; Brent felt a swell of fatherly pride for providing for her.

  “Not a problem, sweetheart. We can do this every few weeks or so and you’ll get your tuition paid in no time.”

  “I’m the luckiest girl ever,” Lilly cried, giving him a big hug. “Thanks again for helping me out!”

  “Likewise, baby girl. Likewise,” Brent said back to her.

  They beamed at each other; the afterglow of their mutual pleasure hung in the air. This truly was a win/win situation, Brent thought. He was looking forward to the next trip to the club already…

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  CHAPTER ONE

  “Ugh, damn it!” I muttered to myself as I awkwardly reached up and over my shoulder with one hand, underneath and up my back with the other, trying desperately to grasp the zipper on my dress. It was beautiful, fitted against my body, sequins in all the right places. It was the perfect prom dress, in my opinion, but only if I could actually get it done up.

  Stumbling and lurching around hadn’t accomplished much, so I gave up dropping my hands to my sides in defeat. I stared at myself in the mirror and got to work on my hair. Anthony, my step-dad, would help me with the zipper before my date arrived to pick me up. Getting my mop of honey brown curls tamed was a more pressing matter at the moment.

  I had big plans for tonight. I had decided that tonight was the night I was going to lose my virginity, and I was vibrating with anticipation. I knew it was cliché – the whole ‘losing your virginity on prom night thing’, but I was a romantic at heart and had waited long enough. At 18 years old, I had sex on the brain and was horny all the time. I hadn’t waited this long for any particular reason or anything. I spent most of my time studying and just never had a real boyfriend until a few month ago, when Jared asked me out. I was starting college in the fall and I was more than ready for this next step. Jared was going to be the lucky guy.

  I’d been looking forward to prom for this since the beginning of the year. Anthony had taken me dress shopping, which was something I would have done with my mother, but she had passed away suddenly four years ago. Anthony been there for me ever since. Even though he had lost his wife, a wife who’d been taken from him so early in their union, he had stepped up and had never let me down. Music recitals, sporting events, pick ups and drop offs, it didn’t matter. He had promised my mom the night she died that he’d always take care of me, and he had fulfilled that promise to this day.

  Shaking away the sad memories of my mother, I looked into the mirror and thought dreamily about Jared. We’d only been dating a few months, but I was definitely falling for him. And while I was still technically a virgin, I wasn’t totally inexperienced. We had fooled around a little; I let him finger me and had sucked him off a bunch. He had been trying to get me to fuck him since we started dating, and now that I was ready, I was stoked. He was so popular and good looking, and I really liked him.

  “How’s it coming up there, Jules?” Anthony shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

  “Oh, coming along,” I replied, as I finished with my hair. I turned around in the mirror, side-eyeing the still undone zipper at the base of my spine. “I could use a bit of help with the zipper though,” I shouted down. I knew it was kind of naughty, but I wanted Anthony to come see how grown up I looked.

  “You got it,” he said dutifully. I heard his heavy steps as he ascended the stair way and crossed the landing to my room. My stepfather was quite something to look at. In fact, he was like no other man I’d seen before. He was tall and strong, his ruggedly handsome face was weathered and tanned from working construction. At 6’3”, his broad shoulders and strong arms spanned his wide frame like beams of a house. He had thick, wavy hair, piercing deep blue eyes, and a square jaw that sported a 5 o’clock shadow, no matter the time of day.

  I would never admit it to anyone, but after he married my mom, I had more than a few filthy fantasizes about Anthony. It didn’t help that our house had crazy-thin walls. I used to lay in bed and listen to him grunt and thrust as he fucked my mom. He’d pound away making her moan and scream, and I’d lay in bed touching myself, imagining him on top of me. I knew it was totally wrong, but my hormone-raddled brain could think of nothing but my step-dad’s cock filling me up. I was obsessed, every night thinking of him pushing me up against a wall and drilling his hardness into me. I’d finger my clit fantasizing about him laying me down and licking me until I came all over his face. I knew these thoughts were very bad – he was my step-father after all, the man who’d raised me for the past 6 years. Obviously, I’d never act on it, but secretly, he had been my go-to fantasy for as long as I could remember.

  He pushed open the door and entered my room. His eyes locked with mine and I felt the familiar jolt of electricity shoot up the middle of my body.

  “Whoa, there,” he said as he walked in. He smiled and looked me up and down, a look of wistfulness in his deep blue eyes. “You look just like your mother…” he trailed off.

  “Oh, thanks,” I said, glancing down, suddenly nervous. I ran my hands down over my hips, smoothing the fitted fabric against my body. I always got flustered when Anthony commented on my looks and tonight was no different. The jolt of electricity shot through me once more as I looked back at his approving face. His eyes were running the length of me and all I could think about was getting on me knees in front of him. I shook my head to clear my dirty mind. You have a boyfriend, I told myself. And he’s your step-dad! Stop being such a pervert.

  “Um, could you do my zipper up please?” I asked, trying to get my thoughts out of the gutter.

  “Uh, sure. Come here,” he said as he walked joined me in front of the mirror. I turned around and watched as his eyes took in the milky skin of my bare back, exposed to the waist by the open zipper. Stopping behind me, he glanced up in the mirror, raising one eyebrow after noting the red lace bra bisecting my smooth back, not to mention the matching red underwear. I h
ad bought the set to surprise Jared with later. Anthony’s attention on it now made me quiver.

  “Got some plans for later?” he asked, a little glint in his eye betraying some of his pure male virility behind his step-fatherly concern.

  “Oh come on, Anthony,” I replied, laughing to try and break the tension. “I’m 18 now, I’m not a baby anymore.”

  “I guess you’re right,” he resigned, as he took hold of the zipper at the small of my back, his rough fingers grazing my soft skin. “You’ve graduated high-school and are apparently now wearing sexy red underwear,” he teased me. “I’m going to have to get used to you being all grown up, I guess.”

  I felt fingers drag the zipper up past my waist and mid-back, before coming to a stop between my shoulder blades. The route his fingers took felt burned into my back. So much for breaking the tension. I had to get my thoughts away from Anthony and over to my boyfriend.

  “Well,” I said stepping away from him and turning around tentatively, “like I said, I’m not a kid anymore and it’s prom night and Jared and I have been together for a while, so…” I trailed off, hoping he’d get the picture. I had never kept much from Anthony and I wasn’t going to start now, but having him so close to my bare back had made my pussy pulse with my heartbeat. I loved how it felt, but it was distracting as all hell.

  “Ah, I see,” he said knowingly as he released the zipper and spun me around for a look. “Definitely not a little girl anymore!” he said as he held my shoulders. “Well, I suppose you’re old enough to make that decision.”

  He was looking at me very closely. “You sure Jared’s the right guy for you?” he asked.

  “Oh yes,” I replied, forcing myself to stop thinking of the touch of his fingers my skin. “I trust him. We’ve been together for, like, four months now, and I’ve waited a long time,” I said, glancing away from his stare. “I’m ready.”