by Candy Quinn
“It’s okay, doc,” I say, and standing there in just my heels I bend over a little, shaking my round ass back towards them. “There’s plenty for you all to share, and we all can be happy,” I say, unable to suppress a giggle.
The two security guards can’t hide their grins of excitement, and they step in close, the one big brawny guy in front already undoing his belt as the researcher stares in some shock.
I caress his face, smiling at him, knowing I have this all under control. It’s even better, really, because now I can have more cocks. Three’ll be enough to satiate me for at least an hour or so. Maybe.
Depends on how fucking hard and horny they are.
“It must be a hard job, making sure the student body is held under your control,” I say to them seductively.
That got the two of them chuckling and licking their lips.
“Oh doc, she’s a good one,” says the head security guy as he whips out his dick, already so rock hard for me as he helps guide me into his preferred position, bent over a lab stool. He doesn’t waste any time, just hilts himself up in me with a satisfied moan, twitching inside me with delight as he buries himself in.
“Enough for all of us, don’t worry doc,” says the other security guard, patting the researcher’s shoulder as he stares on looking a little put out.
But he’s had me all to himself so many times, I don’t think it’s unfair to ask him to share. And besides, it’s too late. I’m already being rocked forward with every thrust, and the longer he waits, the more likely it’ll be that the other security guard will be putting his cock in my mouth.
“Don’t you want my wet lips, doc?” I ask, my voice coming out a bit shallow and out of breath.
And I hear the other guard groan with disappointment, he was undoing his own belt, getting ready to dive for my mouth with his dick. But the researcher has to cum first, after all, he’s the one who keeps me hooked up.
As I moan and rock with the guard’s thrusts behind, his two big, rough hands holding my hips tightly, I reach out and use my dainty fingers to undo the researcher’s belt and pants, draw his dick out then lead it into my hungry lips.
I moan as that cock rests on my lips, suckling at it as my tits jiggle and sway beneath me, the second security guard reaching down and fondling one as I clutch the stool for support. I can hear its wood creak and groan as the big guy behind me builds up pace, his hips striking my round ass so hard it makes a loud smack that fills the air, his balls striking my clit up between my spread thighs.
There’s no more talking, no more anything. Just me, speared between two dicks, with three pairs of hands touching and fondling and defiling me. It’s perfection once more, even better than what I figured I’d be getting today, and I can’t be happier.
And I know the researcher’s gonna be a bit hurt at the intrusion, so I treat his cock to a real nice little bath, my tongue working over him, tasting his precum and moaning so as to send tiny vibrations down through his sensitive flesh. My fingers reach beneath his shaft, seeking out his cum-filled balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
I watch him shiver with excitement at that special attention, he’s such a delight to please with how obsessed he is with me. And he takes hold of my head and wraps his fingers into my hair as he pumps his dick between my plump lips, so excitedly.
The big security chief pounding my pussy from behind, though, is fast approaching his finish, and he lets loose a loud, bellowing moan as he continues to thrust that steady rhythm right on through his thick, pulsating climax. He blows such a big, hefty load into me, pumping the entire time through to get every last drop of seed out of his sac and into me.
“Shit kid, you gotta try her,” he says, breathing heavily as he pulls out of me, giving me that nasty, momentary empty feeling as cum dribbles out of my puffy little slit. “She may be a pregnant little slut, but she’s tight as a vice grip,” he says, slapping the other guard on the shoulder, guiding him in behind me to sink his dick into my sloppy wet cunt.
“Ohh fuck dude, you weren’t kidding,” the younger, smaller guard said, wasting no time before he starts to hammer me hard and fast.
Their praise, this is what I live for. Cocks and knowing the men attached to them love my little pussy. I tighten my pussy muscles, giving him a little squeeze, just to tease him. Give him that little second of pure pleasure as I rock back and forth between the two dicks.
I reach out for the bigger guard, though, still craving more, wanting to feel his wet, sloppy dick in my hand, to coat my palm in our combined juices.
He was about to button up, but seeing me grasp his shaft his eyes go wide with excitement and he laughs, dick pulsating with enthusiasm back to life already.
“Holy fuck! She’s insatiable,” he moans, and I suckle the doc’s shaft so special, swirling my tongue around him as the younger guard behind me shudders and thrusts erratically. He’s not got it in him to last as long as his chief, but he’s loving every second he gets inside my cunt.
“She’s a very special girl,” the doc says affectionately about me, petting my hair as he pulses in my mouth, dick twitching as he’s about to blow. And I realize I have two cocks going to erupt any second now…
And they do, almost simultaneously I feel the salty tang of creamy seed on my tongue and the final hard thrust of the young man behind as he buries his dick into my pussy and unloads all he has.
My life can’t possibly get any better.
A couple months later...
Checking myself out in the mirror it’s hard to imagine I was ever pregnant, even though it only all stopped a few days ago when I gave birth to triplets. Two boys and a girl.
Dressed only in knee-high socks and heels, I can’t help but admire how fast I rebounded. My tits are still huge, I mean… crazily so. They’re heavy with milk and still the apple of every guy’s eye. But my tummy went back to being taut and tiny again, while my ass… oh yeah, that’s still nice and round too.
Nick notices me standing there, admiring myself in his mirror. I crashed with the football players again last night, left the babies with Malcolm so I could have some fun. And just as well, he loves the little kids, he’ll make a great dad while I get busy making more.
“Damn you are smoking hot,” Nick says, wrapping his thick, muscled arms around me and kissing my neck. “You gonna stay here today?” he asks, already greedy for me and it’s barely even noon. We woke up late after a night of debauchery, me and all the guys in his dorm.
But as great as Nick and his buds are, part of me thinks: Hey, the basketball team guys down the road look real hunky and hung too...
Forbidden Angel
Book Themes:
Step-Sex (Step-Father / Step-Brother / Step-Daughter) and M/F/M Relations.
Word Count:
9,940
The cawing of seagulls and songs of the exotic local birds filled the air. It had been well over three months since the trio were ship wrecked upon the beautiful green isle, amid the shimmering seas, yet the sounds of the native wildlife never seemed to die down. Not entirely.
What had started as a delightful outing on a rental boat for the whole family had become a seemingly permanent arrangement. Angelica -- or Angel, as the family called her -- was just fortunate her step-brother and step-father were so capable. They’d always been big on the outdoors, learning the skills necessary to make it in the wilderness and all. Of course, much of what they were taught applied to the colder northern reaches of their home in Vancouver, but they’d made do since their arrival.
Which was fortunate, since she had none of their zest for the harsh realities of living off the land. Her only physical activities were dancing and maybe some beach volleyball, but only because it got looks from hot boys.
She watched the two tall, strong men climb the cliff sides below from her perch. They’d recently moved from their home in the shell of their wrecked ship up into a cave atop one of the island's cliff faces. There a convenient stream of fresh water ran down fro
m the mountain above, and the verdant vegetation provided plenty of easily accessible food.
Still, the two men insisted on making daily journeys down the cliffs or across the island, to fish or hunt. This time as she watched them climb upwards, their tanned, muscular bodies glistening with perspiration in the sun, and they seemed to be carrying more than enough fish for the three of them that day.
Angel felt like she should do something to help, but her attempts at cooking or even starting fires, had proved disastrous thus far. Instead she leaned against the entrance of the cave and watched her step-father and sibling climb up, winding their way towards her slowly as she fanned herself with the leafy frond of a plant.
Her own skin easily toasted in the bright tropical sun, but she did all she could to keep her more natural skin colour by avoiding working in the warmest hours. Yet no amount of shade could keep her skin free of that glistening perspiration, despite the fact she wore only a bikini top and a pair of tight, tattered shorts. The lone outfit that hadn’t been destroyed or lost in the wreckage.
Her family hadn’t fared much better. Her father had only a tattered pair of khakis that had devolved into shorts, leaving his thick thighs and powerful calves exposed, and the entirety of his bulky, muscle-bulging abs, chest and arms bare and browned by the sun. Her brother did little better, clad in a speedo and a sleeveless shirt that had seen better days.
They were two gorgeous male specimens, truth be told, and the months working on the island had only enhanced their physiques. Hell, it made them all the more irresistible. Fanning herself by the cave, Angel’s mind wandered as her eyes followed their ascent. She barely even realized they had reached the plateau and headed towards her.
“Hey Angel!” came her father’s deep voice, his face lit up with a smile as he carried the heavy fish in one arm, a salvaged fishing pole in the other. Each and every step showed off those calf muscles.
Her brother, meanwhile, stared at her chest. The way her nipples were hard and poked through the thin fabric of her bikini top even under the oppressive heat. All thanks to the sight before her.
She didn’t try to draw his eyes away, embarrass him in front of their father. Instead, she pretended to be oblivious, fanning herself with such a leisurely air. She didn’t know where they got the energy amidst this heat. She was used to milder temperatures, and the summer was absolutely oppressive, even with the breeze off the ocean.
“Hey dad,” Angel replied, her lips spreading into a sly smile. “Finally got bored of fishing?”
The older man chuckled, lashing the cord holding the fish to a makeshift rack outside the cave before running a hand back through his thick, wavy blonde hair, which had grown so much lighter with all the sun he got. “Somethin’ like that, sweetie. If we kept it up, we’d be eating so much fish we'd turn into some ourselves at this rate,” he remarked with a dashing smile as he tied the fish on securely.
The entire time her brother couldn’t help but stare at her generous breasts, a bulge growing in his tight blue speedo that was simply impossible to hide. Once he realized what was happening he made an awkward effort to twist away from her and stow away his own rod to hide it.
It only made her smirk grow, her light blue gaze following his body in a more discreet manner as she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. There’s not much to do here but eat.” Angel exhaled in an exaggerated manner, her arms folding beneath her bikini top. “It’s too hot to do anything else.”
While the two men had grown so lean and hard from their labours under the sun, her shapely body had remained delightfully soft in the right places. She still sported a round backside, a pair of tits to die for, a nice little waist preserved thanks to a healthy diet of mostly fruit and fish.
“It’s not that bad,” her father replied with a chuckle as he bent to the fire before her, his chiseled body on display like a statue, thighs parted and showing off his naturally generous bulge as he started up the kindling in the fire pit.
“Some of us manage,” remarked her blonde haired brother hiding a bitter tone as he glanced back at her over his shoulder in between pretending to be busy. Undoubtedly he still struggled to hide his erection from her, not knowing she’d already seen it swell beneath the shiny blue fabric.
“Cute, Rob,” Angel replied as she stuck out her tongue at his back. She was eighteen, but she knew she could still be a little brat, and she didn’t care. He deserved it, trying to act so high and mighty while eye-fucking his own sister.
Not that she didn’t enjoy it.
Angel sank into the grass, her legs splayed in front of her as she looked towards the fire pit. “Still, wish some lemons grew on this island or something. I’m dying for some variety.”
Her father gave her a thoughtful look as he did that strange twisting of the stick into the kindling, a little rivulet of smoke rising up. He then looked to her brother Rob, “Remember those papaya trees we saw further over the ridge?” he said, not waiting for a response. “Run and get your sister one. Might as well bring back a couple I suppose.” He smiled back to his daughter, “Variety doesn’t hurt, huh?”
Her brother might’ve bristled, but with the painful erection in his swim suit he practically jumped at the opportunity. “Fine!” he complied, trying to sound exasperated. “I’ll be back shortly!” he called out as he walked at a speedy rate away.
Angel’s smug grin grew as she watched her brother run off to fetch her some fruit. Curling her legs up to her chest, she couldn’t help but appreciate how good she felt, even if she did complain. Sure, she was stranded in the middle of nowhere, but there was no school to worry about, no part-time job... Even the luxuries missing from her life made the going easier, for the most part. No TV or internet or mirrors all improved her self-image markedly, and getting to know the two men in her life was something of a thrill.
Her emotions, though-- she could have kept them in check better. Back home, surrounded by dozens of horn-dog males vying for her attention, she’d never paid her family any mind. She recognized them for good looking men and that was that.
But now, without the pleasant distractions of the world outside, she found herself more and more fixated on them. The taboo of it, though, wasn’t lost on her. She kept tugging her mind back to a proper state of mind as it went adrift. It wasn’t right.
He blew onto the fire, and for some reason that seemed to help it grow. Once it was going proper, he added some actual wood to the fire and winked at her as he approached.
“Thanks, dad,” she finally managed as she tore her eyes away and forced them to the kindling.
“No problem, sweetie.” He stroked a hand over her own blonde hair, not as bleached by the sun as his or her brother’s, giving her a kiss.
Standing so close to her, his powerful musk filled her nostrils. He had some thick hair upon his chest, and a short beard, both in contrast to her brother who she knew to have neither.
Her father crouched down and still he towered over her, stroking her wavy hair on down to her bare shoulder. “You’re the only woman in my life now -- our lives --” he amended, “gotta take extra special care of you now, my sweet Angel.”
Every word from her daddy dripped with such sweet honey, such care.
He’d always favoured her, it was true, but there was something about the way he looked after her that grew more and more… intimate over time they’d been wrecked. And he was right, he’d been giving her extra special attention in recent months.
She always had been the center of his attention. He spoiled her rotten, here and back home. The whole house knew it. Hell, this trip was her idea. Still, she sighed as she leaned into his strong hand, “I really don’t think anyone’s going to find us out here.”
His fingers lingered upon her shoulder, stroking her smooth skin so pleasantly. His hard, tanned fingers upon her pale skin as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. Then kissed it again nearer to her ear. “If nobody comes, Angel, we’ll just make a new life for ourselves here. And it’ll b
e a great one too.”
He pulled back and gave her a bit of a lopsided grin, “Can’t be so bad being the only girl on an island full of men, huh?” He flashed her a playful wink, but hesitated to let go of her blonde hair. And when her eyes dipped down, she saw her brother wasn’t the only male relative whose mind wandered into forbidden territory. She could tell that under his shorts his cock swelled in her presence.
Yet she didn’t feel so smug, so in control as she had when she’d noticed her brother’s interest. This was... different. It wasn’t some dumb teen at the mercy of his own rampant lusts. This was a full grown man, over twice her age and well over her height. He was supposed to have these things in check, right? She averted her eyes but still her heart began to race and her mind went a bit fuzzy. Abruptly she stood once more, wiping the pebbles and stones from her shorts and the back of her legs as she started to pace.
“I still don’t get why we can’t just, like, make a boat. There’s lots of wood.” Angel glanced back over her shoulder at him, feeling his eyes boring into her and so uncertain of what that meant.
It was so strange, he didn’t attempt to hide it as her brother had. He simply stood back up, that thick snake of a cock bulging through his khaki shorts as he shrugged his thick, powerful shoulders to her. “It’s not that easy sweetie, trust me. A raft would get beaten apart on the high seas. And it’s too risky with how good we’ve got it here on the island,” he said, stepping in behind her, placing his two strong hands upon her slender shoulders and beginning to rub her flesh softly. Such a powerful, hardened grip evoking such pleasurable sensations in her body as he leaned in near to her ear.
His husky voice was so low and gravelly, “It’d be different if I didn’t have you. I’m not willing to risk that when I still have my Angel,” he confided so fondly. So… romantically?