“Holy fuck, Beth, I swear you’re wet already. Are you dreaming about me? About sucking all the cum out of my cock?”
Yes! All that and more, Daddy!
“I’ve got to taste your pussy, Beth.”
With that declaration of need, I felt my pillow whisked out from under my head and stuffed under my hips, raising my middle off the bed into an extremely shallow doggy-style position. Michael got down on his stomach with his head between my legs and I felt his stubbly-kisses rain down upon my inner thighs, making me want to squirm all over the place. I wondered how I could drop it into casual daytime-conversation that he should stick with the slightly-unshaven look.
From halfway up my thigh I felt and heard each wet smack as he worked his way towards my pussy, before moving to the other thigh with nothing more than a puff of air on my eager sex. It was absolute torture to not be able to just push my slit back against his face and feel his tongue and lips pleasure me, but it seemed that Michael wanted to take his time.
My heart was going a mile a minute when Michael finally ended my suffering and touched his tongue to my folds, slowly running it up one side and then the other before pushing it into my tight teen slit. If I hadn’t been wet from my dream, I most certainly was by this point. Michael spread my slippery juices all over my entrance, that prickly stubble sensation driving me absolutely wild.
Michael soon got into a kind of rhythm, alternating his attention between plunging deep into my tunnel and flicking across my clit, it was incredible. Just when my pussy felt like it needed a good licking, he would do it. Just when the tingling sensation in my clit began to die down, he would transfer back. It was as if he could read my body like it was a book. I was bordering on an intense orgasm when Michael pulled his lips away from me, I would have screamed if I could.
“Guess what I got in the post this week, you dirty cumslut,” he said.
I couldn’t respond, of course, but I did think it was odd that he might be taking the time to tell his unconscious Step-Daughter about his latest bank statement. I needn’t have worried about such mundane things though, as it turned out.
“I found a website where you can get custom vibrators made from plaster casts of your own cock. It’s supposed to be for wives when the husbands are away on business trips or some bullshit. I thought it would be much better used on you.”
I was still trying to wrap my head around what he’d said when I heard a click and a buzzing sound before a small humming machine was pressed directly on my clit. I came right then and there, my pussy convulsing with every flutter of ecstasy that was rocketing around my body.
When Michael saw my pussy squeezing and releasing over and over again, as well as what must have been a torrent of my juices, he pressed the vibrator even harder against me and I was absolutely blown away by the power of the thing. The pleasure of my climax almost made me pass out again, I had no idea I could feel so good. It wasn’t until I felt the humming tip pushing my pussy lips aside that I was able to focus on the present moment again.
Whatever Michael had paid for the vibrator, it was worth it as far as I was concerned. The size, shape and rigidity of it was absolutely perfect from what I remembered of the last time my Daddy had fucked me and the snippets of sensation from my half-waking dreams before that. The only aspect that gave it away as not being the real thing was that it was room-temperature instead of the temperature of a hot cock full of cum for me.
Oh, and there was the fact that having it inserted into me made me feel like I was riding on a powerful motorcycle with a very intrusive seat. Further and further the heaven-sent vibrator invaded, and I felt my labia sliding along the shaft, every bump and vein of my Daddy’s cock rendered in loving, and thrumming, detail.
Finally I felt the base come to rest at my entrance and the vibrator was fully inserted. It was at the exact depth that Michael had been when he thrust in and all that sticky cum erupted from his cock for me. The artificial version didn’t have any sperm, but it hummed away as Michael returned his tongue to my clit.
I was still sensitive from my extremely recent orgasm, but I couldn’t wriggle away. All I could do was lay there and let him do whatever he wanted with my most private of places. The complete surrender of control soon had my juices flowing again, as if a Daddy-shaped vibrator and stubbly-clit-kisses weren’t enough.
The dual stimulations were quickly bringing me back to lofty heights of pleasure when I felt Michael shift position, coming out from between my legs and then sliding his own legs under mine sideways, as if I was bent over his knee for a spanking.
Smack! Smack!
“Don’t worry, baby, those hand prints will fade by morning. Probably. If not, then everybody at school will know you’ve been a little slut for Daddy when you get changed for swimming.”
I wanted to whimper some kind of affirmative but all I could do was lie there as he grasped the base of the vibrator, which he had left in my slit. It would be so hot… yet so taboo for my friends to know how good at fucking my Daddy was. I didn’t have much time to consider how I would break the news to them because Michael began thrusting the custom-made vibrator in and out of my folds, slowly building up speed until he was positively pounding me with it.
Smack!
Michael gave me one more spank on the ass for good measure as he continued fucking my pussy with the vibrator he’d had made especially for me. My God this was good, so much better than the sex I’d had with my boyfriend. Awkward fumbling in the back seat of cars? No thanks! I much preferred this… no expectations from me, just lie there and take all the pleasure that Michael was giving me. If he was having fun too… it was the perfect arrangement.
“God damn, this thing looks good in you. How about if I leave it in your pussy when I’m done tonight? That would be confusing in the morning, wouldn’t it? Would you stay in your room all day shoving my cock into your tight little snatch?”
Yes!
All I wanted in life was to feel his hard dick inside me. I realised that if he ever went away on a business trip, I was going to have to ransack my parents’ room to find this vibrator and keep myself sane until he got back.
“How about the real thing now, Beth? Will you milk my cock with your pussy for me?”
I was absolutely overjoyed at the proposition, though I didn’t like it when the vibrator slipped out of my slit and left me feeling so empty. Thankfully my discomfort was short-lived as Michael straddled my ass and began feeding ‘the real thing’ into me. My pussy lips were once more stretched around his baby-maker, and I was in heaven again.
My sex was already well primed and ready for his cock, he slotted inside like we were made to be together. After my tunnel had taken every inch he had to offer, I felt his balls come to rest between my legs. That was one thing the vibrator didn’t have, a pair of balls loaded with presents for me, and the danger, the potential that those heavy round objects held was so fucking sexy.
Michael pushed his pelvis against the cushion of my ass and I felt myself pressed against the pillow bunched up under my hips, which then sprang back, pushing me against him just the way I wanted to. My Step-Father repeated the motion, with a groan of appreciation.
“That’s the way, Beth, push your sexy little body against me, take my cock as deep as you can.”
He leaned over me again like he had when he first climbed on my bed, only this time he was balls deep inside me and began thrusting into me like the world was going to end soon and he wanted to cum one last, magnificent, time.
The sound of our bodies meeting over and over again was incredibly loud, in line with how hard he was fucking me. I thought that if my bedroom light was rigged up with one of those ‘clapper’ things it would have been like a disco in there. Or maybe it would have looked like Morse code for any onlookers from the street. H-O-T-_-T-E-E-N-_-P-U-S-S-Y-_-G-E-T-T-I-N-G-_-F-U-C-K-E-D-_-H-A-R-D-_-S-T-O-P.
Either way, I was on the receiving end of a long and sustained pounding from my Daddy, my ass bouncing off
the pillow and mattress time and again to meet his repeatedly advancing manhood. Michael’s hand first grasped my ass cheek in a hard squeeze and then slid up my side, pushing my nightie upwards until he was able to bunch it up over my small breasts and reach under my body to cup each of them.
With his hands squeezing and pinching at my tits the full weight of his upper body was pressing into me, I was totally dominated by his hard-fucking form. Shaken, bounced and pushed into the mattress, I was his little fuck doll and I was about to cum again.
I began to hear a strange sound accompany the rhythmic slapping of our bodies and it took me a moment to realise that it was my own mouth making little squeaky ‘uhh’ sounds every time his hard cock stretched my depths. Completely paralysed or not, Michael was fucking me well enough to make me voice my pleasure.
“That’s it, Beth, do it! Cum for Daddy, be my little slut.”
It was a good thing he hadn’t told me to not cum, because that would have been a much harder command to fulfil at that stage. I felt my pussy muscles clamp down on his ever-thrusting rod as my orgasm swelled up and I heard myself let out a long, satisfied, sigh. I was sure my quivering tunnel would milk Michael’s cock just the way he said and that hot splash of semen would fuel my pleasure even more.
I let myself ride the wave of bliss, confident in the upcoming blast of sperm and inevitable pregnancy, a wonderful feeling of contentment settling into my very bones. I realised I had most certainly passed out for at least a few seconds when I felt my body still shaking with Michael’s sustained thrusts. I didn’t feel any hot cum inside me, much to my surprise.
Michael leaned in close, his hands still groping my tits, and sucked and nibbled on my earlobes for a moment before whispering to me.
“I was so disappointed when I found out I’d just missed the boat on taking your virginity, Beth, that was a very naughty thing to do.”
I’m sorry Daddy!
“So over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been wondering what I can do about that.”
That was a cryptic thing to say. As far as I could see, you can’t turn back the wheels of time no matter how much you want to. Michael, of course, couldn’t hear my apology or inner musings and continued telling me his plans.
“And then it hit me. I bet you haven’t let any of your friends’ cocks anywhere near your asshole. I’m going to take your anal virginity, Beth. Bareback right up the ass, how do you like that?”
No, Daddy! Not my ass! That’s not how you make babies!
My protests were utterly silent and ineffectual, Michael leaned back and I felt him reach for something towards the bottom of the bed. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a small nozzle of something poke past my rear entrance and a huge quantity of unbelievably cold liquid was squeezed straight up my ass. Was it lubricant?
The answer was a definite ‘yes’ and when Michael pulled his cock out of my pussy to press it against my undefended asshole, I wasn’t even able to clench it against him. It felt impossibly big, pushing against me, surely he was trying to stick some huge dildo up there, it couldn’t be just his cock.
“Holy shit, and I thought your pussy was tight. You’ll be walking funny tomorrow, girl.”
I’d never felt anything remotely like it in my entire life, I thought I was going to be split in half and a burning fire was lit between my legs as Michael ruthlessly invaded my back passage. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt the entrance to my ass close down over the ridge of his cock and heard myself grunt with effort.
“Gettin’ fucked in the ass for the first time ain’t easy, huh Beth?”
Michael grabbed on to both of my hips and pulled himself ever forward, fighting hard for every inch he stuffed into me. I didn’t think I’d be able to take any more than his head, but his hard cock proved me wrong as it utterly conquered my ass.
Any feelings of fullness I’d ever felt before in my life were dwarfed in comparison to how I felt when Michael’s balls, carrying their precious cargo of sperm, came to rest on my quivering pussy and I realised that he had forced himself up my ass all the way.
“You should see how hot you look now, with my cock in your asshole, Beth,” he said.
I felt a flush rising from my chest to my cheeks at the compliment, I was proud at myself for being able to take him, but hoped he would be gentle. What I most certainly wasn’t expecting was any addition to that full feeling, but my Step-Father proved me wrong again.
I heard the click and buzzing sounds again and would have furrowed my brow in confusion if I had been able to. However, when that powerful humming sensation was pressed at the entrance to my teenage slit again I knew what he had planned.
Please! No, Daddy! I’m already full!
Each silent protest was as effective as the last and Michael pushed the vibrator inside my pussy until it felt like my entire lower body was buzzing.
“Whoa, this thing is powerful! I can feel it right through you, Beth.”
Michael began pulling his cock backwards until I felt my entrance begin to stretch around the ridge of his cock again, then he pushed it forwards much faster than the first time. Soon he was sawing in and out as if his dick was in my pussy and the entire region between my legs was a confusing jumble of hot cock, vibrating machine, cool lubricant, pleasure and pain.
If there was a word for ‘yes-no-stop-harder-I-dunno-oh-fuck’ and if I wasn’t a spinning mind inside a temporarily paralysed body, I would have screamed it to the heavens as Michael leaned forward again and reached around to fondle my breasts once more.
Every erogenous zone I had was being forcefully stimulated at that moment, even ones I’d never realised I had, it’s little wonder that I felt another orgasm building inside me. Nevertheless, it was still confusing. It was like I couldn’t figure out exactly where my pleasure was coming from. Every part of my body seemed to be doing its part to fuel the fiery ecstasy that was growing with every solid impact of Michael’s cock in my ass.
“Here it comes, oh fuck, get ready,” Michael grunted quietly in my ear.
My Step-Father began fucking my ass as hard as he had ever pounded my pussy driving his entire length home over and over again while the vibrator hummed at a steady rate no matter what was happening in my other orifice. When I felt that first wonderful splash of semen contrasting so sharply with the cool lubricant from before he took my anal virginity my third climax took charge and I was lost in that dazzling ocean of bliss again, my only tie to the real world being each hot jet of cum as it hit me.
“Oh sweet Jesus, Beth… you’re ruining me for all other women. I’ve never seen a body as perfect as yours,” he panted in my ear.
Michael rolled to the side and his cock ‘schlop’ed out of my asshole, a river of lubricant and semen spilling out over my pussy and the base of the vibrator, which was still humming at full power in my well-abused slit. He retrieved the pillow from under my hips and lifted my head to replace it, before pulling me on to my side and spending several minutes spooning my unconscious form, running his hand all over as if exploring me for the first time.
I heard him saying some more words, but I was finding it hard to concentrate, my body was utterly spent from all the orgasms and despite the powerful thrumming between my legs I realised I was falling asleep in his arms. That thought sent a warm, relaxing, flutter rushing through my body and before I knew it, I was opening my eyes to a bright sunny morning.
I laid in bed thinking for a while. The overnight experiences were nothing short of amazing, but they weren’t going to help me conceive. How could I make sure he came in my pussy during any future adventures? It was quite the conundrum, I hoped I could come up with a solution.
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A Sleepy Surprise 3
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Things aren't going to plan for Beth! First that creamy love was wasted when she wanted it where it counts, and now she's failing math. Fortunately Michael has a plan that will solve her problems. It's a lucky coincidence that the plan is going to work out well for him. And her principal Mr. Coburn. And Mr. Roydon.
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Pseudo-Incest, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Gangbang, Breeding, Schoolgirl
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Things were going from bad to worse. Even before I began having sexy dreams about my Mom’s husband, Michael, I had ‘inappropriate’ feelings for him. That first wonderful night when I only drank half of my hot chocolate I learned some incredible truths about what was going on in my room while I slept at least a few times each week.
It seemed that the artificial sweetener he brought home for me to use was actually some kind of drug that he’d been using to have his way with my body while I was passed out. All the dreams I’d had of him whispering very un-fatherly things in my ears as he pounded his big hard cock into my pussy were actually happening!
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