by Dana Kenzi
He forces me to lay back and spreads my legs. I’m too tired to protest, so I let him do his little inspection.
His finger probes at my entrance, and I hiss. I’m too sore for anything else right now.
“Your pussy’s a little red right here,” he says. “I won’t have you again until tonight. You should feel better by then.”
My pussy involuntarily clenches at the thought, and I know he sees it.
He chuckles. “I love it when you do that.” He closes my legs and bends my knees towards my chest.
“If you’re serious about getting pregnant, keep your legs where they are.” He slides a folded kitchen towel underneath my ass. It provides me with some cushion and protection against the cold hard tile of the counter.
It’s not the most comfortable position, but I do it because it makes him happy.
He leaves me in the kitchen, probably to go wash off or something, and my legs start to strain from the position.
I don’t know how long I’ll keep them up, but I’ll try to keep them up until he tells me otherwise.
I feel his cum moving in me slightly, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. Girls aren’t supposed to let their stepfathers fuck them, and they’re definitely not supposed to get pregnant by them.
I let my mind wander onto more pleasant things. Dwelling on past events won’t help me.
~ * ~
I almost drift off into a pleasant nap, but then the doorbell rings. I nearly fall off the counter as I try to get down.
I hear the shower running, so I know Mark’s showering and can’t hear the doorbell. It rings again, and I sprint up the stairs to put on something presentable.
A tank top and shorts is the fastest solution, but I make sure to put on underwear so none of Mark’s cum will leak into the floor.
I jog down the stairs and look through the peephole to see who it is.
It’s David, my mother’s other husband.
I open the door without a second thought, and we just stare at each other for a minute.
“What are you doing here?” I ask first because he looks slightly miserable.
He rubs his face but then looks me up and down. My cheeks redden as I remember I neglected to put a bra on. My nipples are still hard and pressing against the fabric of my shirt.
I cough and cross my arms, and his gaze goes back to my face.
“I wanted to see how you and your father were doing since learning everything.” His voice breaks a little, and I feel sad for him. My mother hurt him just like she hurt us. I never really thought about it until now.
“Um, we’re dealing, and he’s my stepfather, not my actual father,” I say and step aside. “Come in and sit.”
He nods and enters the house. “Thank you.”
“How are you and Mary doing?” I ask as I sit across from in a chair.
“She’s not handling it well. She’s adopted, so we’re not sure how it’s going to play out legally. My marriage to her-your mom might not be valid anymore, so we’re just waiting to hear back from our attorney,” David says with a sigh. He runs a hand through his dark blonde hair.
I take a moment to look him over. He doesn’t look all that different from Mark. He’s just slightly more muscular and taller.
For a brief moment, I wonder what it would be like to sleep with him. It’d be the ultimate payback against my mom. I’m not sure if Mark would be pissed or turned on at the idea.
“Well, I’m here if you or Mary need to talk. We’re all going through this,” I say and lean forward a bit. His eyes go to my cleavage, and he wets his lips.
“David.” Mark’s voice makes both of us jump. His eyes are narrowed at me as he descends the stairs fully dressed.
“What are you doing here?” he asks with a hint of aggression in his tone.
David’s not fazed by it. “Checking up on you two. Mary’s a mess, and I wanted to make sure you guys were alright.”
“We’re fine,” Mark said, and he looks at me. “Can I speak you to in the kitchen?”
Yeah, he was pissed.
“Excuse me,” I tell David and follow Mark into the kitchen.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I whisper, but he ignores me. His entire body is tense, and it looks like he’s going to snap at any moment.
He grabs me by the hips and lifts me onto the counter. He pulls my shirt off, and I try to push him away.
“Mark!” I hiss. “He’s in the living room! He’ll hear us!”
Mark glares at me. “I don’t care. You are mine, and I can take you whenever I want.”
He grabs my breasts and squeezes them painfully. Surprisingly, it makes me wet.
He yanks my shorts down and tears my panties off. Fear and exhilaration fill me. He’s not really going to fuck me right now, right?
I’m still sore, but I part my legs for him. Mark pulls my hips to the edge of the counter. I’m not sure I want this, but there’s no use arguing with him when he’s like this.
He stares down at my pussy, and then he puts my legs over his shoulders. What’s he going to do?
My question is answered when I see his head descend and then feel a tongue on my cunt.
I bite back a moan as he laps at me with broad strokes. I’m not too sore for this, and his tongue knows every single thing I like.
His strokes get firmer, and he presses the tip of his tongue against my clit. I wiggle against his face to seek out my own pleasure. He tolerates it for a minute, but then holds my hips down.
He stabs at my clit with his tongue, and I cover my own mouth to keep from screaming. He’s licking me harshly, and the roughness feels incredible.
I play with my own nipples as he eats me out, and I’m almost there. Mark’s teeth grind against my clit, and just as I climax, the door to the kitchen opens.
“What the hell?!”
Mark keeps licking me through my orgasm while I slap his shoulder to get him to stop. David makes eye contact with me as my body shudders through the orgasm. His crotch forms a bulge, and I’m scared as to what he’ll do.
“Mark,” I whimper as I come again with my eyes rolling back into my head. Mark finally lets up on me and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
David just stares at the two of us.
“What are you going to do?” Mark asks. I come back down from my high and try to close my legs. Mark doesn’t let me. Instead, his fingers slide inside of me, curling to hit my G-spot.
David’s mouth is open in disbelief. “I can’t believe you would do this. She’s your daughter!”
“Stepdaughter, actually,” Mark says and twists his fingers inside me. I arch into his touch even though our company is threatening to ruin the mood.
“It’s not like you’re going to tell anyone,” Mark continues. “You’re as angry at her as we are. You like watching me pleasure her daughter.”
The tent in David’s pants only confirmed what Mark was saying. He was getting turned on by this. Fuck me, so was I.
Mark’s thumb circles my clit as he continues to pump his fingers into me. I fuck his fingers back since I’m past the point of caring at the moment.
“Your adopted daughter, Mary, is a cute little thing. Probably a virgin just like Lacey was. Maybe you should take her cherry. She’ll probably love it. Lacey did.”
David looks at me in shock. “You violated your own daughter?”
“Stepdaughter,” Mark corrects him once more. “And she loved every second of it. Isn’t that right, Lacey? Didn’t you love coming on your stepfather’s cock?”
“Yes,” I moan because I can’t help myself. Mark’s fingers push me closer to another orgasm, and I whine low in my throat.
“Come for me, then. Show David just how much you want this,” Mark says and pinches my clit between his fingers. I erupt, covering his hand in my juices.
I let out a little scream, and my back arches as I come. David’s eyes are transfixed on my face while I climax.
Little aftershocks run throu
gh my body, and Mark pulls his fingers out. He places my feet on the edge of the counter, and it forces me to spread my legs wide open. I know my pussy is red and glistening at this point, and David licks his lips.
“See that?” Mark says and swipes my pussy with his finger. “She likes every single thing I do to her. If her mom ever comes back, I’m going to show her just how much we ‘missed’ her. Don’t you want to do the same?”
David groans. “Yes, fuck yes.” His eyes are glued to my pussy, and I know what he’s thinking. It won’t happen though. Mark doesn’t like to share.
“Then go find your adopted daughter,” Mark says and undoes his pants. He’s going to fuck me right in front of David, and I’m actually eager for it.
David smirks, and before Mark can stop him, he pulls out his phone and takes several pictures of us.
Dread runs through me. What’s he going to do with those pictures?
“What the fuck are you doing?” Mark growls angrily.
“You’re going to let me fuck your stepdaughter. You’re right. I liked watching you with her so much that I want to try it for myself,” David says with a grin.
Mark stills, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him afraid.
“No,” he says.
David shrugs. “Fine, then these pictures will be all over the internet.”
“That’s illegal!” I say, and both men look at me.
“Doesn’t matter. Both of you will be ruined, unless you let me fuck Lacey,” he says to Mark.
Mark looks from me to David and shakes his head. “Post them then.”
“No!” I shout. “I’ll do it! But I get to delete the pictures afterwards.”
David ponders it for a moment. “Deal.”
Mark grips my thigh hard. “No, you don’t get to touch her.”
David rolls his eyes. “She already agreed, and look at her, she wants it. She’s probably been thinking about it since I showed up.”
Mark takes a deep breath, but I rub his arm soothingly.
“It’s okay,” I say, and he looks at me with sad eyes. “You know you’re the one I love.”
Mark kisses me on the lips and then turns to David. “Just don’t come inside her.”
David nods. “That’s fair.”
Mark moves away from me, and I take his hand in mine. I need his touch to ground me.
David moves between my legs, and he presses his bulge against my center.
I moan softly and try to look at Mark. David’s hand grabs my chin and forces me to look at him
“None of that,” he says. “I want you to know it’s me doing this to you. I need to see your eyes when I make you come, so I know that I hurt your mother as much as she hurt me.”
He kisses me softly, and it takes me by surprise. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I move my mouth against his.
His hands touch my breasts, kneading them and twirling my nipples between his fingers. I arch into him, and my body seems glad that David might make this enjoyable for me.
He breaks our kiss to take a nipple into his mouth. I use my free hand to hold his head against my breast. Mark’s grip on my other hand tightens, but I ignore him. David wants to me reciprocate, so that’s what I’ll do. It’s not like it’s unpleasant.
David switches breasts, and his hand caresses the available one. He knows just how to pull them without it hurting, and I forget how good gentle feels sometimes.
I’m getting wet again, and I’m somewhat excited to find out how good David is going to be.
He pulls away from my breast and steps back to look at my pussy. “I have to taste you.”
His head lowers, and I feel his breath against my labia. His tongue takes a tentative lick, and we both moan.
He pushes past my lips and licks me again.
“Oh,” I breathe. His tongue traces my puffy lips, and it makes me antsy. His lips finally find my clit, and he gently sucks it into his mouth.
I buck into his mouth, and my head falls back. Remembering David’s rule, I quickly look back down between my legs. I see his pink tongue darting out to taste the rest of me.
My hand rests at the back of his head, and I massage his scalp as he licks me.
They’re firm but slow strokes that tease me more than anything.
“Fuck,” I whisper when he wraps his tongue around my clit. I push my hips into his mouth, trying to get more pleasure from him.
He flicks my clit a few times, and then his tongue dips towards my entrance. He swirls his tongue there, and I nearly come from that alone.
I tense when he slides a finger into me. His fingers are thicker than Mark’s, and I clench around it.
“Relax,” he murmurs into my pussy. His lips find my clit again, and he starts sucking on it.
“Oh my god,” I pant. Mark squeezes my hand, and it’s not a comforting squeeze. He’s angry that I’m enjoying this, and I hate that I’m hurting him.
I don’t dwell on it for too long because David inserts another finger, and it stretches me. He gives me time to adjust before he starts moving them.
He curls them and searches for that spot deep inside me. I gasp when he finds it.
David rubs it intensely and sucks harder on my clit.
“David,” I whisper as my orgasm builds. Mark’s grip tightens, but I am past caring.
David rubs that spot harder until I can barely stand it. His teeth scrape against my clit, and I come hard so that I scream.
He eases up on me as I ride the waves of my orgasm, and I find myself chanting his name as I come down from my high.
My legs and thighs are trembling, but it’s not over.
David gives me one last lick and removes his fingers. He looks up at me and licks his lips. “You taste delicious.”
He kisses me hard, almost like he’s trying to claim me. I eagerly kiss him back. Anyone who can make me come like that deserves my gratitude.
He undoes his pants and steps back to push them down his legs along with his boxers.
His cock is huge. Like way bigger than Mark’s. I don’t know how I’m going to take all of it. He’s thicker and longer.
I take the initiative and grab his erection with my free hand. There’s precum on the tip, and I wipe it away. I don’t want to get pregnant by him.
I run my hand up and down his length, and I watch as it grows in my hand. When he’s hard as steel, he brushes the tip against my wet center.
“Guide me in,” he commands, and that I don’t want to do. Can’t he do it himself?
“Please, just fuck me,” I beg, but there’s no desire in it. It’ll hurt Mark if I do this. Can’t David understand that? What he’s asking is too intimate for me to do.
“Mark?” David says looking over to my lover. Mark has a strange look on his face. It’s anger mixed with something else.
Mark doesn’t say a word. He reaches over and grabs David cock and presses it against my entrance.
“Mark?” How could he?
My lover glares at me. “You wanted this. Now you’re getting it.”
“But-” I begin but stop as Mark guides David inside of me.
He stretches me more than I thought possible. It hurts slightly, but my wetness helps a little.
Mark doesn’t look up once while he helps David violate my body. David is so big that it’s uncomfortable, but Mark keeps pushing him in.
I take deep breaths as my body is invaded by David’s huge cock. When there’s no more room for Mark’s hand, he removes it and plays with my clit.
My hips rise up to his touch, and I accidentally take in the rest of David’s cock.
He fills me up so fully that I can barely breathe. I look up at him, and he’s breathing hard too.
His cock is touching in me places that Mark never reached, and I know that I’m going to come multiple times with him.
“Damn, your pussy is tight. You’re squeezing the life out of me,” David groans. He rubs his groin against mine to stimulate my clit. I involuntarily clench around
him even though he’s stretched me out so much that it’s hard to do.
“Fuck,” I pant. I can’t keep still. He’s touching me in places that I didn’t even know could be pleasurable.
He withdraws a few inches and pushes back into me. My hips rise to meet his. There’s no turning back now.
I feel Mark’s nails digging into my palms, and it makes me wetter.
David starts off with slow thrusts, not withdrawing too much, but enough to make me gasp in pleasure.
As I start to relax around his cock, his strokes get longer. He’s not really fucking me as much as he’s learning me. He moves with my body, letting me take him in as deep as he can go.
Wetness is pouring out of me as his thrusts force me closer to the edge. He lifts his hips every time he bottoms out in me, and it ensures that he hits my G-spot.
As we figure out a rhythm that works best for us, he leans down to kiss me. It makes harder for him to fuck me, but it’s not going to take much for me to come at this point.
He reaches between us and fingers my clit. I scream into his mouth as I come hard around his cock. I clench around him as the contractions wrack through my body, but I don’t feel an end to this wave.
My climax continues as he pumps into me, and I dig my nails into his skin. Mark’s holding onto my hand tightly as I thrash beneath David. His strokes are still slow, but it keeps setting me off.
After a few more, I collapse against the counter. My pussy’s sore from his cock and the orgasms, but he’s still very hard inside me.
“David, please,” I beg, but he shakes his head.
“You got yours, now time for mine. I’ve waited long enough.”
He thrusts hard into my pussy, and I wince. I’m not sure how much more I can take. Mark already fucked me hard this morning.
“Trust me, you can take this,” David says. “Your mother did.”
That one sentence restores something inside me, and I grit my teeth and fuck him back.
The gentleness from him earlier slowly ebbs away as David becomes more and more determined to come. He doesn’t thrust wildly into me like Mark does. He makes sure the angle and depth are good for me, but he’s still pounding into me with a force that eclipses Mark’s.
It’s not long before I come again, and the added wetness makes it easier for him to glide in and out of me.