I’d never given a proper blowjob before, and I wasn’t exactly sure what I was doing, but Harley made it easy in a way. All I had to do was keep my lips sealed on that pistoning shaft, flick my tongue on it and suck as well as I could, and the look on his face told me everything I needed to know about how it felt for him. I was being a good girl.
Rivulets of a saliva and pre-cum cocktail dribbled out of the corners of my mouth, down my chin, and dripped on to the swells of my breasts before continuing their downward journey and joining in my cleavage. If this was any indication, then the sex was going to be messy and intense. Another jolt of pleasure exploded from my clit at the thought. Hot and heavy, that’s just how I wanted it.
Harley’s hard rod seemed to get even harder in my mouth, if that was possible, and he forced my head back and forth at a furious pace that almost made me dizzy. Between my legs the intense buzzing sensation of a growing orgasm was quickly robbing me of the ability to concentrate or think of anything else.
I was just about to cum like the slut he had called me when Harley pulled me to my feet by the hair and pushed me to the bed before I’d even gained my balance, landing on my back with my legs spread in front of him. Harley pulled his shirt off, revealing the muscular torso I’d known he had but never thought of in that way before, and stepped out of his jeans and boxers, which had been around his ankles.
“You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” he said, climbing on the bed between my legs.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Yes, who?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said.
“Hands off, then. From now on, it’s my cock that gets you off, nothing else. Understand?”
I nodded, even though I didn’t entirely comprehend what he meant. Still, that was good enough for my step-father and he aimed his cock between my legs, rubbing the tip against my clit and along the length of my slit.
Harley let go of his cock, pulled one of my legs up, and moved it across his front, turning me on to my left hand side facing the mirror before lying down behind me. He forced his knee between my thighs and pushed up, spreading my legs and then slid his cock along the length of my sex again until it poked out the front.
The hardness of it made it press against my clit deliciously, all warm and throbbing like a living vibrator. Then he began rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his length between my virgin petals and making his already slick cock even more slippery with my own natural lubricants.
The bumpy ridge of the head tickled my clit first one way and then the other as several inches of his shaft sawed back and forth across my little go-button. Harley’s left arm slipped under my neck and he slipped his hand inside the cup of my babydoll to squeeze my tit, rubbing my nipple to almost instant hardness.
My orgasm, so close before, came stampeding back in my general direction and when I saw the image of myself in the mirror I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a countdown to lift-off sign above me. With every thrust of his cock across my clit I let out a moan that got louder and louder until a humming sound in my ears threatened to cut off all other sounds, even Harley, who was saying something I couldn’t make out.
I struggled to hear him, not wanting to do anything to upset the building pleasure of my climax, hardly in control of myself at all. What was he saying?
“Look at me. Look at me,” he was repeating.
I turned my head away from the mirror, Harley was propped up on his elbow now as his cock continued to drive me over the edge of bliss and his head was right over mine. The electric pleasure that was tingling over my body kept making my eyes close, it was like trying to keep them open while sneezing, almost impossible. But Harley commanded it and I had to do what he said.
My climax hit me like a tidal wave and I screamed some, possibly expletive ridden, affirmatives as I stared into my step-father’s eyes. At that very moment he reached down with one hand and guided his cock into my orgasmic virgin pussy.
I was far too lost in a kaleidoscope of pleasure to make much sense of the situation. A confusing fiery pain was added to the bombardment of sensation, mixing the two previously incompatible things.
My pussy was convulsing with pleasure, squeezing and releasing, and more slippery than it had ever been in all my eighteen years. There was no stopping the advancement of that huge cock despite my virginal tightness.
All the while my eyes were locked with Harley, as he kept on repeating the command for me to look at him. It was almost hypnotic, the rest of the world faded away, leaving me in a small universe where the only things were pleasure, pain, Harley, his will and little old me being pulled in all directions between them.
By the time my climax faded and my thoughts were nearly my own again, Harley was jack-hammering his cock into my pussy as if this was my hundredth time instead of my first. The pain was still there, but it had dulled during the haze of my orgasm, blending with the competing fire of pleasure.
I looked back to the mirror and saw my tight little slit stretched beyond anything I’d ever dreamed of as it miraculously managed to engulf that huge cock over and over again, Harley’s well-licked balls slapping against me at the end of every stroke. It was hot as hell… but I realised with horror that I was being fucked bareback, completely unprotected from the sperm in those balls I’d sucked and everything that might come with them.
“Wait! Wait!” I panted, hardly recognising my breathless post-orgasm voice.
“What is it?” asked Harley, slowing but not stopping.
“We need to get a condom, you might cum in me!”
“That’s the idea, princess. You take what I give you.”
“But… wait! I’ve got one right here!”
I reached out and picked up one of the condoms from my bedside table, passing it to Harley. He looked at it with no interest and then flicked it across the room, where it bounced off the wall before landing in my goldfish bowl. My goldfish was first startled and then intrigued by the shiny floating companion.
“Will… will you pull out?”
“Listen to me, Amanda, I’m going to fuck you bareback until I empty my balls in you. Whatever happens after that, we’ll just let nature take it’s course. You’ll be begging for my cum by the time we’re done.”
“What? I…”
My protests fell on deaf, or uncaring, ears as Harley wrapped his arm back around me and kept my right leg spread with his other hand. Resuming the pace I had interrupted with my request, he shook my whole body with the power of his thrusts.
I struggled, but there was no escape. I was impaled on his cock at one end, all wrapped up at the other, a tight little blonde virgin being used for his pleasure.
There was something strangely thrilling about the recklessness of it all. I pushed my hand against his hip, half-heartedly trying to stop his thrusts, but all my struggles only seemed to have excited him even more, as if it made fucking me even more taboo than it already was.
My efforts were becoming more token all the time because of one simple fact. That big fat cock felt so good pounding my little pussy in all its natural glory. Who would want a piece of rubber getting in the way of that?
Sensing my lack of resistance, my step-father let go of my leg and moved his hand to my clit, giving it a gentle stroke that made me squeal in ecstasy. He stopped after a moment and whispered in my ear again.
“I’m getting ready to fill you up, Amanda. You want it, don’t you? Tell me you want it and I’ll let you cum again. Tell me you want my hot load inside you.”
“I…” I felt the last of my rational protests quieten down in my mind as if they too were anxious to see what I would say. “I want it, Daddy, give it to me!”
I’m sure if I could have concentrated on the mirror his hand would have been a blur as he rubbed my clit at such speed it became almost a constant hum of pleasure. After another dozen or so body-shaking thrusts, I felt the first hot jet of cum splashing inside my unprotected pussy.
“Oooohhh fuck yeah,” he gro
aned. “You’re getting’ knocked up tonight, you little slut… aahhhh.”
The warmth of it, combined with his finger on my clit and that huge cock still thrusting into me, was the little push that tipped me over the edge again and I was lost in another haze of pleasure as my step-father’s sperm filled me up just like he promised, and he whispered filthy, degrading, perfectly sexy, things in my ear.
I couldn’t believe how much semen he pumped into my fertile depths, he might have been going for some kind of record. Part of me thought there was no way I couldn’t get pregnant from that much cum, it was a statistical guarantee.
That was a scary thought, but only a little. I knew Harley was a good dad, I’d be looked after if it happened.
As I lay there in a post-hard-fucking-glow, I watched myself and Harley in the mirror, my right leg still draped over the top of his, almost proudly displaying the physical connection we had shared, and were still sharing. Harley stroked my hair and ran his hand over my body like he was exploring it for the first time.
A tiny trickle of our combined juices dribbled out of my pussy, we were both sweaty, panting wrecks. The sex was intense and messy, just like I thought it would be with him. So much better than what I had envisioned for Conor and myself.
I had my special night after all. My reflection smiled back at me.
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The Non-Withdrawal Method 2
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"… but please… can you be gentle? I’ve never done this before.”
When inexperienced brat Bree's boyfriend dumps her on prom night, the night she'd always planned on letting him be her first she is left sitting alone on her bed in her fancy dress with nowhere to go. When Leon, the man of the house hears about what happened, he arranges everything so she can have her special night, right down to having a limo drop her off at a lavish hotel afterwards.
However, Leon isn't running a charity here. He knows the pact Bree and her friends made. She'll give everything to the man who gave her that one magical night, and that's exactly what Leon plans on taking.
Despite being almost too big Leon ravishes her there under the ceiling-mounted mirror until Bree realises he isn't using protection and has one last request:
“But… you’ll pull out, right?”
But Leon has other plans...
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Virgin, Schoolgirl
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For all of my friends, the biggest thing we were looking forward to ever since we heard about it was prom night. It wasn’t just a dance, a formal occasion, it was something more. Something magical.
It was a chance to dress up like movie stars or royalty, to ride in a limo and be treated like we were something really special. A night all about us for once. Just once.
A few years later, my closest friends and I made a pact, that we wouldn’t give away our virginity until after prom, we’d save it for that magical night. We wouldn’t give it up behind the bike sheds for just anybody, like so many of our peers.
No. For the guys who helped give us that special night, helped make our dreams come true, we’d give something back. The most precious gift we could give in our young lives.
My plans started getting derailed a couple of years before the big night, I got sick enough that I basically missed a year of school and when I went back, I was a year behind my friends. On the night they were all going to prom, I wasn’t allowed. We made a concession to the pact, that since I was supposed to be going to prom, I was allowed to lose my virginity anyway.
Well, my boyfriend dumped me just before the big night and I couldn’t bring myself to go alone, so it just didn’t happen. I was heartbroken for a month or two, but things picked up when the hottest guy in the school, Trent Andrews, asked me out.
We had a hot and heavy summer together, but I never let him go all the way with me. By this time, the idea of giving away my virginity on prom night had become such a big thing to me, that I wasn’t willing to bend the rules any more.
After summer, he went away to college, but he promised to be faithful and he’d come back for holidays. And, of course, he’d come back for my prom.
It started out as a tough year for me, all my friends from my own year were gone, graduated and moving on with their lives at college or wherever they wanted. Trent too.
Thankfully, once I started making a bit of effort, I made some new friends. They all seemed to look up to me, like some kind of mother-hen figure, even though, at eighteen, I was only a year older than them. One year makes a lot of difference in some circumstances, I supposed.
This extra year of experience was especially apparent when prom season rolled around again. Having been through much of the preparation once before, they all came to me for guidance.
I knew where to go for the best hair and make-up, I knew where to find the best dresses, I knew what hotels turned a blind eye to a couple teenagers booking a room for a night. I was the queen of the prom before it even took place.
One girl named Karen, bless her heart, had this crazy idea that she wouldn’t have sex with her boyfriend afterwards. I eventually made her see reason and she eventually agreed that she’d let her boyfriend do anything he wanted to her.
I mean, that’s just the price of a perfect magical night, if you want to call it that. It was debatable about whether ‘price’ was an apt label for something that was supposed to be as beautiful and intimate as giving your virginity away.
‘Price’ wasn’t what I would call it. When I thought of all that sweet slow lovemaking, as my boyfriend tenderly accepted my gift, it made me feel all funny inside. In a good way.
There was one thing I didn’t tell my new friends about, something I was keeping a secret. Only my beautician and I knew about it. After hearing all the stories Trent told me about the sexual adventures his friends were having, I decided to get a full Brazilian as an extra extra special treat to reward him for his patience, his devotion, his love.
He was organising the limo, the hotel, all the typical guy-stuff that he should be doing. He had to rush back from college and I wasn’t even going to see him until he turned up on my doorstep like Prince Charming in a tux. I couldn’t wait.
It wasn’t until the big night itself that the text came through. I was literally sitting on my bed in my prom dress absolutely humming with excitement and waiting for the limo when I heard my phone beep.
Supposedly ‘for the sake of honesty’ he wanted to tell me that he’d cheated on me with twenty or so college girls in the past few months and the long-distance thing wasn’t really working out for him. He said he hoped I had a good night anyway.
I didn’t cry. This was beyond tears. I felt like my hopes and dreams, silly as some people might have called them, had been crushed.
Maybe they were silly… but they were mine. The little spark inside me where all my emotions, good and bad, came from, felt like it had been extinguished and I was just this empty shell.
Eventually I stood and went to my mirror, almost hating what I saw reflected the
re. How could I have been so stupid? I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t special, I didn’t deserve my one night of magic. I wasn’t queen of the prom. That was for fairy tales.
I don’t know how much later it was when a quiet knock on the door was followed by my step-dad, Leon, poking his head in. I was back on my bed by that time, staring at the opposite wall.
“What’s going on, Bree? Wasn’t Trent supposed to pick you up by now?”
“I’m not going.”
Leon looked incredulous. “Not going? You’ve been talking about this for almost a decade. What happened?”
The concern in his voice was touching enough that I felt the little spark of emotion threatening to ignite again. I stomped it down. At a time like this, it wasn’t going to make me feel anything good.
“Trent dumped me. He’s been… cheating on me. I wasn’t worth waiting for.”
“That stupid motherfucker,” said Leon.
I looked up, shocked. He so seldom swore that it took me by surprise. Leon had been married to my mom for as long as I could remember and for all intents and purposes he had always been my dad, although I did know my real father from the name on the cheques that were posted to us on an irregular basis.
Things had changed between us over the past year, ever since I went to use the family computer one day and found a home movie he had made with my mom where he was calling her Bree while he fucked her at a furious pace, and she was calling him ‘Daddy’ the way I used to. The next time I used the computer the video file was gone, but not deleted from my memory.
Most of my brain had cried out in surprise and indignation. Most of it. There was a tiny, admittedly crazy, part of it that was flattered at the thought of such a handsome older man using me as part of his fantasy. That little part was what made me bring myself to orgasm right there in front of the computer. It certainly wasn’t me, not the Bree I knew, at all.
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