Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  With Michael it was completely different, his thick cock was buried to the hilt in my throat. My mind was reeling with the barrage of sensations, the warmth of his balls on my face, the coolness of the saliva running up my cheeks, the incredible feeling of throbbing fullness in my throat. However, after the initial reaction, my body was taking the giant invader all in its stride, as if it remembered taking a dick like this before even if my mind didn’t.

  Michael placed the palms of his hands on my neck, his fingers wrapping around to the back, and began thrusting in and out of my throat, fucking my face. My eyes continued to water as he began pounding harder and harder until I could feel the teardrops rolling up my head and into my hairline, as the small dribbles of saliva from the corners of my mouth became veritable torrents, joining my tears.

  “Holy fuck, Beth, if only you knew how many more calories you’ve taken in via semen compared to how much my artificial sweetener has saved you… lucky for both of us you’re such a sexy little slut to begin with.”

  Michael was really talking to himself for all he knew, and I could barely hear him over the internal squelchy racket of being roughly pounded by his gorgeous hard cock. Nevertheless, I could feel a warm blush rise on my cheeks thinking about how much of his cum I may have ingested, the fact that he thought I was sexy was wonderful!

  I lost track of time as Michael’s unrelenting assault on my mouth seemed to stretch out for a blissful eternity, but it was certainly pushing my body to its limits. Unable to control my breathing, I was lucky when my unconscious inhales corresponded with his cock being retracted into my mouth, because I got no air when he was fully embedded in me. When he finally pulled his length back I thought I was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, but the sight of his cock glistening with my saliva made me fight for awareness and I soon recovered while he shifted position and laid down beside me on the bed, repositioning the pillow under my head.

  With no thought given towards taking his time, Michael roughly pulled my pyjama top up over my little tits and descended upon them with an eager mouth. I could only vaguely see the back of his head through my bleary mostly-closed eyes, but the feelings and sounds were driving me absolutely wild. He was sucking each nipple into his mouth in turn, flickering his tongue across it at a maddening pace, sending electric shocks of pleasure shooting into my body, alternating his attention back and forth until I thought I was going to explode from the sheer ecstasy of it all.

  So mind-blowing was the pleasure in my nipples that I nearly didn’t feel it when his fingers slipped under the elastic band of my pyjama bottoms, the fingertips running through my sparse blonde pubic hair. Thankfully, it was completely impossible to be unaware of when his probing digits stroked across my clit on their way to my honeypot.

  “God damn, you’re wetter than ever, all ready for Daddy, are you?” Michael murmured.

  It was true, I could feel his fingertips rubbing all over my delicate petals as if an entire tube of lubricant had been squeezed out all over my sex. The air felt so cool on my wet face and nipples, every shift in the air sent gentle waves of pleasure into me and all I could think about was Michael’s big dick taking me to new heights of euphoria.

  That’s when I remembered what he’d said about ‘condoms’ and ‘bareback’ when he first entered my room and felt a momentary surge of panic… did he know I wasn’t on any other kind of birth control? His balls had looked so full of sperm… like real little babymakers, was he really willing to risk it just to fuck me?

  Responsible thoughts like these were driven from my mind when Michael’s skilled fingers spread my slickness over my clit and began flicking back and forth on my most sensitive little bump at a furious pace. It was such a rough, manly, contrast with the way I masturbated. I normally started out slowly and rarely, if ever, punished my clit with such hard and fast treatment. It was entirely consistent with the way he had fucked my face and pleasured my nipples though, I was well beyond the point of ‘slow but steady wins the race’ and wanted him to give me an orgasm as quickly as possible.

  I wanted to grind my pussy against his hand, eke out every last ounce of pleasure I could, but I still couldn’t move! It was utter torture, I was sure if I could just squeeze my legs together, or something, anything, I’d be moaning with the intensity of my climax. Regardless, I was getting close anyway, I wanted to groan, scream the house down and be damned if my Mom heard me, it was just so fucking hot!

  I almost cried actual tears when, right on the cusp of cumming, Michael pulled his hand out. My disappointment was short-lived when he grabbed my pyjama bottoms and yanked them off, moving between my legs at the same moment. Michael wasted no time, slamming his cock home inside my sopping wet slit and leaning his upper body over mine so I could see his face again as he looked down, while fucking me as hard as I had ever been fucked.

  The familiar sound of a single person clapping began and I was now able to attribute it to Michael’s balls slapping on my ass every time the literal cock of my dreams bottomed out inside my teenage pussy. Never in waking life had my pristine slit felt anything like it, a hard fuck that walked a fine line between pleasuring and punishing, I wanted to writhe, buck my hips but I was still just a voice screaming affirmatives inside my cock-pummelled shell of a body.

  For a torturous age it felt like Michael held me on the edge of a cliff, if he would just push a little harder I knew I would topple over and drown in the sea of ecstasy below. I was almost shocked at my thoughts, getting pounded so hard and silently begging for more, but it Michael couldn’t hear me and a new fear grew within me. What if he came before I did?

  As if reading my mind, Michael rolled one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, and that small straw was what broke the camel’s back, my orgasm rocketed around my body, causing involuntary flexing of my pussy and abdominal muscles, finally bucking my hips against him and even squeezing out a low moan of pleasure.

  “Holy shit…” Michael groaned.

  From somewhere very far away I felt a steamy hot splash of sperm erupt in my pussy, not held back by a condom, with no birth control pills to save me, my fertile womb became home to an ever growing population of little swimmers whose only purpose inexistence was to make me pregnant. I didn’t care… it felt too good, like my body finding its calling in life.

  Michael’s jack-hammering thrusts became slower but more powerful, as if he wanted to drive his cock as deeply into my seemingly passed out body for each spurt of cum as he possibly could. What felt like a ludicrous amount of his seed was pooling inside me as he finally collapsed and laid on top of me catching his breath, gently stroking as much of my body as he could reach with one hand while slowly softening in my tunnel.

  Eventually Michael pulled out and, with one last lingering kiss, stood up. He left the room momentarily before coming back with a towel and tenderly cleaning me up as best he could, putting the covers back on and turning out my bedside lamp. I thought I would stay awake until morning, but the next thing I knew I was opening my eyes and I had somehow managed to get back to sleep.

  Tentatively I tried to move my arms and legs, and found them completely back to normal. I worked my jaw, which was stiff from being forced so wide open for so long while getting face fucked and felt my pussy as sore as it had ever been on the mornings after my strange dreams. A tiny dribble of semen had leaked out of me, obviously Daddy had been unable to get everything in the middle of the night.

  I swung my naked lower body out of bed and sat up before going through my morning routine as normal, heading for the shower. When I had got as far as putting on a nice little matching set of underwear with cherries printed on the bra and panties I had an idea. Opening up a drawer I pulled out a couple of hair ties and bunched my straight blonde hair into a couple of long pigtails. I hoped Daddy would notice what a good little girl I was being for him, keeping our secret and giving him a sexy little treat in the morning.

  When I went down for breakfast, my Mom gave me a funny look. Funny o
r not, it paled in comparison to the reaction Michael had, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. Still, to his credit, he regained his composure quite quickly and when he kindly brought my breakfast to the table I saw he put down a little pill by my orange juice.

  “What’s this?” I asked, as if I didn’t know a morning-after pill when I saw one.

  “It’s a multi-vitamin. I know you’ve got a test today, so you’ll want to be right on top of your game.”

  “Oh, OK. Thanks, Daddy!”

  I pretended to swallow it, instead hiding the capsule under my tongue until I could spit it out when he wasn’t looking. All his cum inside my unprotected womb… I just knew he would get me pregnant and I couldn’t bring myself to halt such a miraculous process once started. I mean, the thought that my belly might swell up with the child of the most wonderful man I knew was incredible. If I was pregnant… he’d understand too, right?

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  A Sleepy Surprise 2

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  Beth is becoming more and more enthusiastic about giving the man of her house an heir as a result of his middle-of-the-night visits. Michael has no idea about this of course but he still has a few surprises up his sleeve for the beautiful blonde. This is one professional who's not above taking the tradesman's entrance when the opportunity arises.

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  Sleep sex, Pseudo-Incest, Dubious Consent, Stepfather, Stepdaugther, Anal, Schoolgirl

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  I stared at the home pregnancy test kit and tugged at my pigtails anxiously. I’d been testing myself every other day for two weeks ever since Michael had cum deep inside my pussy when he thought I was asleep. I’d been feeling sick in the mornings and I was absolutely over the moon because I thought that was some textbook morning sickness symptoms. I was so looking forward to the little bundle of joy, because it would be mine and his.

  Unfortunately every test so far had resulted in a single line, a negative. Worse, when he heard that I wasn’t feeling well, Michael recommended I stopped drinking hot chocolate before bed for a while. This meant none of his special sweetener, which I deduced that Michael had concocted in his pharmacy to sedate me so he could have his way with my passed out teen body on any night he chose. So, no hot chocolate, no sweetener, no more night-time visits from my Daddy. It was terrible.

  I watched as a single line faded into view on the pregnancy test and gave a little ‘grrrr’ of frustration while throwing the little stick across the room into my wastepaper basket. Ordinarily I would have congratulated myself on the ‘nothing-but-net’ shot from such a distance, but this was no day for celebrations. All the vitamins and minerals I’d been taking, all the foods that were supposed to boost your fertility, and I didn’t conceive. Michael clearly had not donated enough sperm to the cause the first time around, I needed to remedy that as soon as possible. I supposed I’d just had a cold instead of morning sickness too, what a let-down.

  I looked down at the tight jeans I was wearing, I’d had to lie flat on my bed just to get them on that morning. They were good, but not good enough, I pulled out the short skirt I had just bought and changed before going downstairs and walking past the living room where my Mom and Michael were watching TV.

  “I hope you don’t think you’re going out like that, young lady,” my Mom said.

  “Hmmm? Oh. No, I just bought it today, but I think the lady at the store must have got it mixed up somehow when she was ringing it up and putting it in the bag, this is much shorter than the one I chose. I just wanted to rest tonight, I’m feeling all better though and wanted to have a hot chocolate before bed, I’ve really missed it.”

  “OK, as long as you’re feeling better.”

  Michael looked over at me as my Mom turned her attention back to the TV. I saw him give me a full body scan, pausing at the hem of my skirt and then back up to my eyes.

  “Don’t forget the sweetener!” he said.

  “I won’t.”

  Hook, line, and sinker! I turned on the spot and pretended to drop something from my hand on to the floor, bending at the waist to pick it up. My pigtails almost brushed the ground! I didn’t bother to look over to check if Michael was savouring his free peek at my panties, I was almost sure of it.

  My hot chocolate was good. I thought Michael could probably make a fortune with his sugar substitute, marketing might be a problem though. It felt so nice and warm in my tummy that I had to fight against the urge to drink all of it. I wanted to be under far enough so that I wouldn’t give the game away and make any noises when he had his way with me, but I wanted to be able to feel everything he did.

  With some regret, I tipped almost half the cup down the sink before having a shower. That wonderful warm feeling spread throughout my body as I washed the worries and stress of the day away and by the time I was done I could barely keep myself awake to dry off and put on my little babydoll nightie. I didn’t even have the energy to find the matching panties before giving up and crawling into bed.

  My face hit the pillow and I fumbled around behind my back pulling my nightie down so it, just barely, covered my ass and then pulled the covers over the top of me. I started thinking about Michael’s long hard cock and all the naughty things I wanted him to do to me and, as they are wont to do, at some stage my thoughts turned into dreams.

  In my dream I was on the deck of some luxury yacht, Michael was behind one of those big steering wheels those boats always have. He was dressed in a sexy captain’s outfit, but he wasn’t a very good captain. You couldn’t blame him for not looking where he was going, because in the dream I was sunbathing naked right in front of him. The next thing we knew, we’d run aground on some deserted island and had to fuck like rabbits to stay entertained. We raised a nice little family there, and everything was perfect.

  Michael was pounding my pussy with everything he had in the master bedroom of our bamboo-and-palm-frond mansion we’d made when I heard the door open with a click. That’s strange, I thought, our door doesn’t have a latch.

  Before the thought was completely finished, I was back in my regular bedroom and my eyes were shut. I found I couldn’t open them, couldn’t move any part of my body for that matter, and I became excited, waking up fully and listening intently.

  The bamboo mansion didn’t have a latch on the door, but my real bedroom did. That might mean Michael was there and my dreams were about to, partially at least, come true. Try as I might, I couldn’t open my eyes as I had the first time, so I concentrated on my other senses, hoping to hear his sexy voice tell me what he was going to do to me. Instead it was my nose that was my first real confirmation, Michael’s pine-scented body scrub was as distinctive to me as his cheeky grin. Daddy was here!

  I felt the cooler air of my room hit my skin as Michael pulled the covers off me and then felt the bed shift as he put his weight on it. I was still lying flat on my stomach, my face turned to the side and my legs straight out towards the bottom of the bed. Michael straddled me with one knee on either side of my hips before leaning forwards until I could feel his warm breath on my ear and he took
the weight of his upper body on his elbows as he leaned in close.

  “I’m glad you’re feeling better, baby. I’ve been telling your Mom that I’ve been under the weather too. The truth is I’ve been saving all my cum for you. It hasn’t been easy, two weeks! But I’m ready to fill you up with the most semen you’ve ever seen in your wildest dreams.”

  I bet he didn’t know just how wild the very dream he had just woke me up from was, but I was still happy to hear it. I could still feel a tingly sensation between my legs from all the fictional desert-island sex I’d had and couldn’t wait to feel the real thing again, capped off with a huge load of cum, just for me.

  Michael gathered up my hair and delicately moved it to one side, exposing my neck, which he began to kiss. Every kiss was just hard enough to send a shiver down my spine, his rough stubble framing every peck, but light enough so that he wouldn’t leave any marks. I felt my heart begin to beat faster with excitement at every contact of his lips, it was wonderful.

  Between my ass cheeks I could feel his heavy balls and the very base of his hard dick resting, making the hem of my nightie ride up every time he ground against me. It wasn’t long before I felt the warm and prickly sensation of his balls rubbing between my ass cheeks, the nightie having ridden up sufficiently.

  Michael’s hand roamed down the side of my body, pausing to brush across the side of my breast before continuing down my side until he slipped it under the hem and squeezed my ass.

  “No panties? Good girl, Beth. You must be horny for Daddy.”

  I am!

  In my head I yelled the affirmative, but nothing came out of my mouth, just my slow and steady breathing. Michael’s kisses went from my neck to my upper back and then broke off as he moved even lower, returning to my bare skin when he lifted my babydoll upwards to reveal my lower back. His knees shifted backwards as he kissed lower and lower squeezing and kissing both of my ass cheeks before moving his legs between mine and forcing them outwards, exposing my sex to him.