by D STEP
CHAPTER 4
*Molly*
I could hear footsteps marching up the stairs to my room as I lay in bed. My heart pounding in my chest in wonder of who it was. Brad swung my door open fast enough to startle me.
“Oh, gosh, I wasn't expecting you.” I blurted it out. “I mean, I figured you would have left out of anger by now.”
“Listen,” he said interrupting me. “I'm pissed, and have every reason to be so. But, your step-dad is right. We waited for a long time, and when the time finally came, I failed you.” I tried to disagree, but he held a finger up to silence me. “The point I'm trying to make Molly is this. I don't want to lose you, and if I'm not able to make you happy, you will find someone that does. And I'm not about to lose the most magnificent woman in my life. So I had a rather interesting idea that could help solve this problem.” My curiosity peaked by his statement.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked nervously.
“I want Kent to show me how to do it right.” His words stopped me dead in my tracks. I had Brad a very long time, and he was never one to suggest anything this dramatic. Less than an hour ago, I was sure he was going to leave me and everything would have been turned upside down. Now her he was standing in my door, suggesting a threesome with my step-dad. Although my mind was racing with fears and uncertainties, my body was quivering at the idea. Two men at the same time? Could I do it?
I guess the look on my face gave away my true feelings.
“I'll take your dazed look as a yes.” He said with a smirk. He stepped out of the door way and hollered back down the stairs. A second later I heard Kent climbing the stairs. My body began to shake with nerves. The idea was turning me on I could hardly contain myself. When Kent finally walked in the room, as a quiet gasp escaped my lips. At first we all just stared at each other, no one really knowing how to start, or even where to start.
Kent finally broke the silence, “Let's start like this.” He walked next to me and scooped me up in his arms. In one easy motion he flipped me over on to my stomach. I felt one of his thick strong hands grab my ankle and lift my foot into the air. All of sudden he began massaging my feet, it was heavenly. I felt Brad grab my other ankle and mimic Kent's movements. At first he wasn't as firm, but then he quickly got the hang of it. They both slowly worked their way up my calves until they were each massaging my thighs.
“This is …. This is great.” I managed to murmur out. I could tell it made them both smile. I was only wearing shorts, I hadn't had time to put any underwear on and I could tell my arousal was soaking through the thin cotton shorts. Kent seemed to notice and his thick fingers began creeping closer and close to the edge of my shorts. With each hesitant inch closer of their hands, my body ached harder for the release. I began to arch my back and raise my ass towards them.
“You see Brad, that's what I'm telling you. Obviously were doing something right, and she wants more.” I cocked my head back over my shoulder giving Brad a nod. I knew my face was dazed, but he got the point.
“I wonder if she wants this.” he said sarcastically as he slid one hand up the leg of my shorts. I could feel his hand grip my ass hard. The tips of his fingers teasing the edge of my pussy. Kent made the next move, slipping a finger around each side of my waist band and pulling my pants down. I nearly came when I was finally bare assed in front of them. Kent spanked me hard, so hard I let out a soft cry.
“She likes it, doesn't she.” he said as he grabbed a fistful of my hair yanking my head back.
“Uh huh.” was the only sound I managed to get out. Brad followed suit, spanking me hard on the other side. His stung more but was sweater, but still strong enough to make me groan with pleasure. I could feel them each gripping my ass and spreading it open, giving them a clear view of my aching soaking pussy. I couldn't tell who was fingering me at first, there were too many hands running over my body for me to know. Kent was the first to slap on up my ass, it was perfect and I started feeling the orgasm building.
“Oh god, please keep doing that.” I begged, and they both listened well. They squeezed and spanked and took turns fingering both my holes till I came hard. But still I need more.
For a moment it was silent as I lay there, collecting myself from the orgasm. As soon as my head stopped spinning from pleasure I hopped out of my bed and stared them both in the face.
“Now it's time to show him how I like to suck cock.” I said with a playful grin. “So pants off boys.” I demand. Neither of them hesitated, and quickly disrobed in front of me. Kent was obviously bigger than Brad, but with all the excitement I had never seen Brad so hard. I dropped to my knees and gripped Brad with my hands. I could feel his legs buckle as I began dragging my tongue around the tip of his cock. At first he stood there, just letting me do what I want. But I knew I had to show him more, so I stopped and moved to Kent.
“Watch how it's down Brad.” I grabbed Kent's cock, but could hardly get my small hand all the way around it. I had barely begun to try and fit him in my mouth, and he already had a hand on the back of my head guiding my down. He gripped my hair tightly and held me in place, as he thrust hard back and forth sliding his cock all the way down my throat. I loved how confidently he used me, but he wasn't going to hog me all to himself.
“You try Brad.” he said, and pulled me from his cock. Still grabbing my hair he forced me on towards Brad. Without hesitation Brad lifted his cock to my lips, pushing himself inside my mouth. I could hear him groan with pleasure, as I swallowed all of him down my throat. I could feel him grab a fist full of hair as he began to control the motion. Finally having him take control only made me wetter, I was lost in sucking him off when I felt Kent's hands wrap around my waist.
CHAPTER 5
Without warning Kent lifted me up to my bed. I kept sucking on Brad whose was sitting on the edge of the bed. Now my ass was in the air, and I could feel Kent lapping at my both my holes with long firm tongue-licks from behind. Like before he wasn't afraid of any inch of me. He started with teasing my asshole, then he began teasing the swollen sides of pussy. Occasionally pushing his tongue deep inside of me and then dragging it to the tip of my clit. Brad kept his hands on my head, keeping my bobbing up and down on his cock. My lips were beginning to burn but I didn't care, I was in heaven.
I felt Kent climb on to the bed behind me, and his fingers began teasing me even harder. In one easy motion he slid his thick cock all the way inside me. I let out a muffled yelp with my mouth still wrapped around Brad. For a moment everything went blurry. I was so turned on I couldn't think. I couldn't tell who I was kissing, who was fucking me, or whose cock was in my mouth. I didn't care, they were working wonders against my skin. My nipples were nearly raw from their teasing and pinching, and my pussy was sore. At one point Brad had taken me from behind, and I couldn't tell the difference. He was finally fucking me like I wanted, hard and rough.
“I want to come with both of you inside me.” I managed to choke out in a brief moment of clarity. I grabbed Brad and pushed him against the bed, crawling on top of him slowly. I gripped his cock in my hand and forced him inside of me his cock slightly bending as I do so. The sensations sent shivers through and through my spine. As soon as I was comfortable on top of him, I arched my back and stuck my ass up as far as I could. I turned my head over my shoulder and looked back towards Kent. He didn't need instructions, he climbed up behind me and forced his cock all the way up my ass. It did hurt, hurt sweetly, as I felt every inch of my ass being stretched I nearly came. The feeling of being stuffed right then, both inside my holes was more pleasure than I could endure.
“Jesus.” I gasped, as they both began to fuck me in unison. I could feel them pressing against each other inside of me. Kent's cock deep in my ass kept pushing me further and further towards a climax, while Brad's made the pain bearable. It didn't take long. Between Kent pulling my hair, and Brad pinching my nipples between his teeth, I exploded in a body wrecking orgasm wetter than ever. I could feel the juices flowing out me, drip
Kent pulled out, his hot gooey cum dripping out of me. Brad hardly waited and was instantly inside of me again. It was almost too much as he started pounding away recklessly in my pussy. He wasn't nervous anymore. I could feel him slamming deeper and deeper inside of me, I could feel another climax building.
“Pull my hair, I want to come when you do.” My words must have done the trick, instantly his thrusting grew harder and harder. With my hair tightly in his fist, he slammed against me hard. I could feel him getting close and reached back to tug on his balls as well. As soon as I touched him, he erupted inside of me as well, pushing me over the edge in to another powerful orgasm. Feeling both of them coming inside of me was better than anything I had ever imagined. I couldn't help but lay there exhausted and covered in sweat. The cum from both of them dripping down my inner thighs. I was finally, and pleasantly satisfied.
I spent the rest of the night lying in bed. It took a full hour before I had the strength to stand and wash myself off. Kent and Brad had gone down stairs to celebrate and give me privacy. I could hear them hollering at the game on the T.V., satisfied at fulfilling my fantasies. I couldn't believe how the night had turned out, but I was ecstatic about trying it again with Brad now that he had the confidence to screw me right. When I finally had the strength I hoped in the shower and let the cool water wash all over me. I knew it was going to be a great day tomorrow.
It had been a few weeks since my ridiculous encounter with Brad and Kent. Things had returned to normal, I hadn't had the urge to seduce Kent again and Brad was more than making up for it in the bed room. But then I began to feel uneasy about things. At first I couldn't put my finger on it, just a general strangeness crept over my bodies over the last week. I chalked it up to nerves about the new job teaching, or adjusting to being home for a bit. But then it hit me.
At first I felt bloated, but then I started noticing other things. My breast were hurting, and I was feeling sick every morning. That's when the fear started creeping in. I was pregnant. I was never good at remembering the days of my period, and I had obviously miscounted since my last one. I took a test after the fear set in, I was hoping the results would put my mind at ease. But they didn't. It was true. I was pregnant, and my night with Kent and Brad was the only time I ever risked anything. What was I to do, and who the hell was the father? I knew things were about to get out of control for me.
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I would play the good girl, get in the shower with him, but I wasn’t done with him, not by a long shot. I dropped my head onto his chest, wrapped my arms around his neck, and allowed him to pick me up. He carried me into the enormous ensuite bathroom he shared with my mother. He turned on the shower and held a hand under the spray until it was warm enough, then ushered me inside, closing the glass door behind us. I watched him fill his hands with soap and rub them together to form a lather. He reached out and began soaping me gently and delicately. He turned me around and began slowly massaging the soap into my shoulders and back. I felt like I was melting under his touch as he worked his way down my back, over my ass, and down the backs of my thighs, lathering and rinsing with great care.
“Now I’ll wash you,” I said, reaching for the soap and turning to face him. He turned around reluctantly and I ran my hands up his back and over his broad shoulders, feeling the rippling muscle under his smooth, pale skin. I looked down at his ass, so firm and round. I ran my hands over it, soaping it, admiring the way the water cascaded over it. The sight was so sexy that I became a bit more daring, sliding my hand gently between his ass cheeks, wanting to touch his asshole. My index finger found the opening and I slowly massaged it, trying to slip my finger in slightly. His body stiffened, and I could tell he was not used to this kind of ass play; I could tell he wanted me to stop.
But his thick cock was still rock hard. I knew I was turning him on. I reached around and squeezed his shaft with my left hand to hold him in place. I kept my right hand in the . . . Download this story and continue reading now . . . FREE for Kindle Unlimited Users and Prime Members
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Table of Content
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 1
Fuck, I’m busted…again.
My stepfather ripped the pink shower curtain open, yelling,
“Emily, what the fuck?”
I choked on the thick smoke I’d just gulped in from the joint I held between my fingers. My throat burned and my eyes watered as I coughed uncontrollably, shrieking in surprise at being caught this way. I had stupidly thought smoking in the shower would somehow mask the scent of the weed, but clearly Philip had smelled it from his bedroom down the hall.
“I can’t believe you’re smoking pot again!” he exclaimed, his gorgeous brow furrowed with anger and frustration.
Philip was the hottest guy I had ever met. Just my luck that he was married to my mom. My mom the cougar, chasing a guy thirteen years younger than her forty-one years of age. Philip was closer to my age than hers; I’m nineteen. Ever since Philip entered the picture, I feel like my pussy has been wet twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. This guy is too sexy to be true – brown hair, blue eyes, six foot four, and all muscle. I know it’s wrong, but I’ve tried everything to get him to notice me – sexually, I mean – but nothing works. I’ve paraded around him in my sexiest outfits, let him catch glimpses of me naked, dropped sexual innuendos so corny and obvious that I sound like a porno movie, but he won’t take the bait. Every night I lie in bed thinking about what I would do to him if I finally got him into bed. I would teach him a lesson or two, rub that pretty face in my throbbing cunt, tell him to lick me until I come over and over again. I masturbate constantly, barely managing not to scream his name every time I orgasm, whispering filthy things to myself and imagining I’m saying them in his ear. It’s pure torment.
But back to the scene at hand: I’m crouched in the bathtub in a tank top and lacy pink panties, a joint pinched between my thumb and forefinger, with my hot stepdad yelling at me in the shower. I should have known he would come by my room; he’s actually a really good stepdad, always checking on me and making sure I’m ok. It’s not the attention I really crave from him, but it’s better than nothing, I guess.
“This is ridiculous. Your behavior is out of control. I won’t tell your mother, but I’m definitely confiscating those tickets. You’re not going to Cancun either.”
This was an outrage! He had bought me and my friends an all-inclusive trip to Cancun a few months ago for my birthday. The trip was for me, my best friend Natalie, and our boyfriends. He had also bought us four tickets to the Dan Smith concert. See, he’s a generous guy. But I didn’t deserve such a harsh punishment for smoking one little joint.
“Seriously, Philip? That’s bullshit. You’re always so hard on me. I get all A’s, I do well in school, I do everything right. I should be able to relax! It’s summer! I’m nineteen, I can smoke a little pot if that’s what I want to do.”
“Why am I so hard on you? Because I expect better from you than this.”
“But why?” I pouted. “Ryan is such a fuckup and you never treat him like this. He gets to do whatever he wants!”
My brother Ryan is eighteen and a senior in high school. He’s allowed to run wild with his friends; he gets all C’s, skips school, stays out past curfew, basically breaks every rule of the house, and never gets any consequences. It’s totally unfair, and I think it’s just because he’s a boy and I’m a girl. Boys will be boys, and all that bullshit. Anyway, it’s frustrating as hell.
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