by Izzy Slam
I ran my fingers along her slit, feeling her warm fluid gush out on me. I teased her clit, and her body shook. She leaned back and grabbed onto granddaddy’s legs, holding on for balance as she rode out the rest of her orgasm.
When she finished, she fell forward, throwing her arms around my neck and holding me tight. Our tits were smushed together, and I felt granddaddy’s hands grip my thighs and lift me off of him.
“This old man won’t hold out much longer. Seems like there’s one pussy left with unfinished business?”
“Mmm, seems like there is,” I replied, getting on my hands and knees and teasingly wiggling my ass high in the air.
Granddaddy didn’t waste a second positioning himself behind me.
“How about licking my pussy while you get fucked, roomie?”
“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” I answered, licking my lips as she lay down in front of me and spread her legs wide.
After throwing her legs over my shoulders, Stephanie pulled her lips apart to show me her glistening pearl. I dove in right away, thinking of her pussy as a bowl of ice cream and my tongue as the only spoon I had.
Granddaddy’s cock poked at my entrance, his thick head stretching me open as he guided himself in deeper. He gripped my hips once the head was inside and plowed into me hard and deep, forcing me to gasp.
I tasted Stephanie, lapping at her tangy juices as granddaddy fucked me from behind. His growls grew louder, his thrusting more forceful with each push.
My roommate gripped my hair in her fist and panted. I felt her clit ballooning up as I flicked my tongue back and forth over the hood. Lust ripped through me as I lapped at her slit, tasting her sweet and tangy juices as they gushed out. I swirled my tongue over her folds before coming back to her clit and hearing her moan in pleasure.
Granddaddy was slamming into me with brut force, his meaty cock hitting the deepest parts of me. I couldn’t hold back. My insides tightened and I was swept up in a haze of need as everything inside of me exploded.
“Yes! Oh god, yes! Don’t stop!”
I panted and dug my fingers into the flesh of Stephanie’s thighs as I came around granddaddy’s cock. My walls contracted hard, and my chest pounded. I felt his cock turn rigid, and seconds later, hot cum splashed along my walls as he erupted inside of me.
Granddaddy slapped me on the ass several times, growling like an animal as he emptied his seed in my belly. And despite my fatigue, I kept my tongue moving in slow circles around Stephanie’s little clit until she came herself, gripping my hair tighter as she cried out.
“Fuck yesssssss!”
All I could do was huff as I bucked my hips, cumming at the same time as my grandfather and my roommate. My entire body began to tremble, and I ended up collapsing right after his cock slipped out of my folds.
Stephanie let out this long sigh and curled up next to me as granddaddy got behind me and threw his arms over the both of us.
“So,” Stephanie said, sitting up on her elbow. “We should make this a regular thing.”
My grandfather chuckled as he kissed my shoulder. “I think that could be arranged.”
As long as I still had time to study, I’d be happy to fuck my roomie and my step granddaddy whenever.
College life was pretty awesome.
~The End
Daddy’s Secret Meeting
***
My stepdad is being such a pain! After picking me up from my last day of high school, he makes me go to work with him so he can attend some stupid meeting. But when I walk past his office and hear several “unprofessional sounds” coming from the other side of the door, I’m doubtful there’s a meeting going on.
I can’t believe he would be unfaithful to my mom! I may be innocent and bratty, but I’m not stupid. I’m going right in there to confront him about this.
“How was your last day of high school, sweetheart?”
“Boring,” I sighed. Seriously. I was just glad it was over with. Graduation was in two days, along with my party, and I had a long summer of being lazy to look forward to.
“At least you’re officially through with it, and you can relax for a short while before starting college.”
“That’s the plan.” I sat in the car, twisting my hair on an endless loop while my stepdaddy drove me back home. I hated having to rely on him for transportation, but my car broke down yesterday and was in the shop.
“By the way, I’m taking the rest of the day off so I can get some yardwork done. I’d appreciate it if you’d help your mother get the inside of the house ready for your graduation party. Your grandparents will be here tomorrow.”
Rolling my eyes, I mouthed a “whatever” without my dad seeing me. Here I was, eighteen years old, and still being told what to do. I knew mom would have chores for me when I got home. But I had plans with Darla to hang out at the mall. Cleaning could wait until later tonight.
“Did you hear me, Brittany?”
“Yes, daddy. I heard you.”
He tossed an irritated glance in my direction right as his phone rang. I was surprised he answered it since he was always lecturing me about not touching my phone while driving, but I guess he was exempt from that rule.
“I just picked up Brittany from school, and we’re headed home,” he spoke into the phone.
Hm, must be mom. Probably wanting him to stop at the store and pick up some random thing she forgot.
“Oh, he does? And this meeting can’t wait until tomorrow?”
I looked his way, and he eyeballed me warily, switching the phone to his other ear.
“Oookaaay, well, if it’s a mandatory meeting, I can’t exactly say no. I’ll be there in five minutes. See you soon.” He tossed the phone aside and quickly glanced my way. “Sorry, honey. My boss just called a last-minute meeting. With this upcoming merger, I have to pop in for it.”
“Can’t you take me home first?”
“The meeting is in five minutes, and we’re much closer to the office than we are to the house. Sorry, sweetie. It should only take half an hour at the most.”
I blew out a hard breath. Well, I couldn’t exactly tell him I had plans with my best friend, nor could I act too eager to get home and scrub toilets. Fuck. Guess I’d need to let Darla know the mall would have to wait thirty more minutes. Parents could be so lame.
We got the office park where my dad worked, and he told me I could wait in the car. “I’ll leave the keys here in case you get hot and need to run the AC.”
“Nah, I’ll just come in. You still have that break room with all the snack machines?”
“Uh, sure.” He seemed surprised that I didn’t want to wait outside, but I didn’t think much of it. Daddy had been acting weirder than usual lately all the way around, coming home later and going into the office on Saturdays. I think he was overworked.
He escorted me to the break room and handed me a wad of dollar bills. “Make yourself at home. Like I said, I shouldn’t be more than thirty minutes.”
“Thanks, daddy. I’ll wait here, I guess. Where will you be?”
He pulled a face and looked over his shoulder. “Just down the hall here in one of the conference rooms. But, please, don’t come looking for me. There’s a lot hinging on this merger, and my boss doesn’t take interruptions very well. I’ll come back here the second it’s over, okay?”
“Yeah, sure. Just remember, mom’s waiting on her partner-in-cleaning.”
I flashed a sarcastic smile, and daddy gave me a wink before disappearing. I immediately helped myself to a soda and a bag of chips, then got settled in one of the chairs. I sat down and texted Darla to let her know what was going on, and she replied with an angry emoji, then told me it was cool.
After finishing my snacks, I picked up the television remote and pressed the power button, but it seemed to be dead as a doornail.
“Doesn’t work.” A man appeared in a business suit, walking up to one of the snack machines.
“Huh, just my luck.” I tossed the contr
oller aside, and he chuckled, sliding several quarters in the slot.
“You look familiar. Are you Don’s daughter?”
I nodded. “His stepdaughter, Brittany.”
“That’s right. I’ve seen pictures of you in his office. Haven’t seen you in person in a few years, though.”
“I haven’t been here in a few years. Guess I should come by and see my daddy more often.”
He reached for his chips then spun my way. “Is that why you’re here now? Do you need me to hunt him down for ya?”
“Oh no, he’s here for that meeting. I’m just waiting for him.”
He narrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What meeting?”
“The meeting that your boss, or his boss, called about the merger.”
He shook his head slowly, then rubbed his chin.
“Maybe you didn’t get the memo?” I asked.
He shook a finger at me as a smile formed on his face. “You know what, I just remembered … yeah. There’s a meeting. I should probably get to it. See you later, Brittany.”
Okay, that was weird. Either there wasn’t a meeting at all, or this guy was about to get busted for not showing up. But, why would my daddy lie to me?
With this weird vibe I had going on, I decided to do exactly what he told me not to do: come looking for him. I wouldn’t interrupt his meeting or anything, but I could at least walk to his office, listen out for men’s voices, sniff out the testosterone.
Remembering where his office was, I made my way down the long hall, passing the conference room where he claimed he’d be. I pressed my ear to the door and was met with nothing but silence. Great. Daddy had lied about the meeting. I just hoped that he wasn’t in some kind of trouble, like, on the verge of losing his job. I was known to act like a spoiled brat at times but that didn’t mean I didn’t care about him. As my stepdad, he had always treated me more like a daughter than my real father who took off when I was born.
I rounded the corner and stopped in front of his office, wondering if he was getting lectured by his boss, or if he was on the phone pleading or arguing with an important client. Something in my gut told me that things were … amiss. But as I got closer to the door, it wasn’t arguing that I heard. Pleading, maybe. But definitely not arguing.
The first sound that emanated from that direction was a soft moan, a feminine moan. Then silence for a few minutes. My heart began to pound in my chest as I realized the worst. I held my breath, waiting for another clue.
“Ohhh yeah, Don. Harder…”
Her voice was low and quiet, but I definitely heard what I think I heard. And when it was followed by the telltale sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, my suspicions were confirmed. Animalistic sounds, grunts, and groans came through the walls, and while it was apparent they were trying their best to keep the noise to a minimum, there was no denying what was going on.
I couldn’t believe he would do this to my mother. I was sick, angry. No, outraged. He dragged me here just to fuck his girlfriend?
I took a step back from the door, feeling conflicted. On one hand, I wanted to bust through there, let daddy dearest know I was telling mom everything. But on the other hand, I wanted to turn away, pretend like I didn’t hear a thing. In the end, I found my fingers wrapping tightly around the doorknob and twisting it open. And the second I got a look at what was going on, I froze in my tracks.
A busty brunette was lying across his desk on her back, skirt bunched around her waist and shirt pushed up to her chest. Her feet, complete with three-inch heels, were kicked up in the air, legs splayed wide as my stepdaddy nuzzled his face in her pussy. One of his hands was finger fucking her with force as she teased her own tits, and the other was pumping his length in long, slow strokes.
Her eyes were closed, so she couldn’t see me, and daddy was way too absorbed in licking her to notice I was there. I stepped inside his office and closed the door almost all the way before walking behind a chair and lowering myself where I could properly spy on them unnoticed.
Fuck. I know it was wrong, but I was so split on what to do. Heat rushed through my core, and I became intensely aware of my body’s response. I peered out around the leather armrest and watched my daddy swirl his tongue in circles between her slit, but it was the sight of his turgid cock that made my cunt ache.
I’d had several boyfriends, but I was still a virgin. And while they had been “attentive” to my needs with their fingers, none of them had ever done that to me.
I wanted someone to do that to me.
Oh hell. I wanted to be the woman lying across my daddy’s desk being licked from ass to clit. I became so aroused that I unbuttoned my pants and slipped a finger down the front, burying it into my slick folds. My pearl was throbbing and twitched the moment my pointer made contact. It didn’t hurt that my stepdaddy was attractive, being nearly forty with dark brown hair and just a few grays to indicate his authority and worldliness. He also had strong hands and arms dusted with just the right amount of hair. Hell, women probably threw themselves at him all the time.
The woman lifted her head off the desk and glanced down at my stepdad. “Oh fuck, Don, yesssss. You’re about to make me cum, baby. And then that huge cock of yours is going straight into my tight ass.”
Daddy groaned and fingered her harder as he squeezed the base of his thick dick. I huffed as I swirled my tightening clit frantically, watching his length bounce in his grip.
I sank my teeth into my lower lip as the woman pinched her nipples and rocked her hips up and down, a long purr escaping her lips as her head rolled to the side.
“Oh gawd, you lick me so good, baby…”
I kept my gaze focused on my daddy as he lapped her cunt in long strokes through her orgasm. With my thighs trembling, and my head leaning harder against the chair, I was so close to cumming when all of a sudden, the chair moved several inches, the feet scraping the wooden floor loudly.
I jerked in place then ducked out of sight, knowing it was too late. She fucking saw me.
“What the fuck? Who’s there?”
“Shit,” my dad muttered.
I closed my eyes and prayed silently as I pulled my hand out of my pants. Frantic sounds of papers spilling and zippers zipping made me want to crawl in a hole. And when my dad peered over the top of the chair and saw me on my knees, panic washed over his face.
“Brittany? What the …?” He ran his hands through his hair and turned to face his girlfriend. “It’s my step daughter. Can you give us a few minutes?”
“Of course, darling,” she answered, no shame in her voice whatsoever.
I already hated her. It was bad enough that she was letting my daddy eat her out, but worse that I got so turned on watching it. Did she have to call him “darling,” too?
I kept my eyes on her as she walked out, wondering how many other marriages she had ruined. She had a nice body—thick legs, mega ass, and huge but perky tits—I couldn’t deny that. I could see how my stepdad would have a hard time turning her down, if she were the one who seduced him and not the other way around. I wasn’t one of those who believed men were always the aggressors. Plenty of women go after men.
And it looked like if I wanted my pussy to get eaten like that, I’d have to become a little aggressive myself.
As soon as the door clicked shut, daddy turned his attention back to me, hands on his hips.
“Get off the floor, Brittany.”
I stood up and matched his stance, lifting an eyebrow at him. “You seem perturbed.”
“I am. I asked you to stay put, to not come looking for me.”
“True. But I don’t think you’re in the position to be angry. You’re cheating on mom.”
A smirk played on his face and he glanced down at my chest. My nipples were still hard from just moments ago, and he probably noticed. Fuck it, I didn’t care.
“I’m not cheating, Brittany. We have an agreement.”
I snorted. “Right. So if I call her right now and tell her what I sa
w, she won’t care?”
He leaned against the chair and cocked his head at me. “Oh, she’d care. To the extent that she’d enjoy hearing all the details.”
“What are you talking about?” Okay, that was just sick.
“Not that it’s any of your business, Britt, but your mother encourages me to have affairs. It turns her on.”
“That’s … that’s not true.” It couldn’t be true, could it? That was just so weird.
He swiped his tongue along his lower lip and glanced me up and down. “It is true. Sometimes I record it with my phone so she can watch all the dirty things I do.”
I shook my head, feeling sick to my stomach. “I don’t want to hear this. That’s my mom. I mean, whatever kind of kinky shit you’re into, just … I don’t want to know.”
“I do have to wonder, however, what she would think if she knew you were in here spying on her husband, your very own stepfather, and masturbating as you watched me with my lover.”
“I … I wasn’t masturbating,” I stammered, feeling the blood rush to my face. “What in the hell gave you that idea?”
He nodded once to my midsection, and when I glanced down, I could see that my button was still undone. Well, fuck.
“Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?” He stepped closer and I stumbled back.
“That’s … that’s not what it looks like.”
He licked his lips, and the tension between us shifted on a dime. Lust swirled all around him, and it infected me. Heat radiated from my chest.
“What were you doing in here then?”
I curled my nose at him, trying desperately to fight these internal urges. “Gathering evidence.”
“Really?” He reached over slowly and took me by the hand as my heart skipped around inside my chest. And when he brought my hand to his mouth and sniffed my first two fingers, I jerked away from him, feeling sickly aroused.
“Did you need to play with your wet pussy in order to gather evidence?”
Hearing him accuse me of getting wet while watching him made me feel a shame I’d never known. But it also made me ache for him that much more. My pussy was wet, and nearly hurting from being brought to the edge of an orgasm and having to stop.