“I want you to shoot your cum in my mouth, Daddy,” I pleaded and opened my mouth widely.
I stuck out my tongue, egging him on, flicking it across the head of his member as he pumped his fist down its length with quick strokes.
He grunted again in release as the first jet of cum shot out. It spattered against the corner of my mouth, half going in and half spreading across my cheek. The remaining load of slippery, warm cum ejaculated into my mouth and in a thin bead across my nose and chin. As he sighed in pleasure and let go of his dick, I pumped it a few more times for him and suckled out the last bit of cum, draining him completely.
I put on the most innocent look I could muster and looked up at him, my face coated with his fresh seed, his deflating cock still in my hand, and swallowed audibly.
“Ooh, Daddy, you made a mess!”
Bruce pulled his pants back up hurriedly and sat back down on the couch. He looked beside himself, probably a mixture of guilt and happy thrill. I, on the other hand, still tingled with delight.
What a naughty thing to do with my sexy step-father! Mommy would be so mad if she found out, I thought, as I wiped the cum off my face with a towel.
“This can never happen again,” Bruce started. I think the guilt was trying to win out. “What we did was wrong, Debbie. Your Mom can never find out about this.”
I slinked up next to him on the couch again, nuzzling against his chest. The television’s screen had gone completely dark, as the movie had quit playing some time ago. I would swear I could feel his cum drop down into my belly, warming it, his little sperm wriggling around inside me. It was probably just in my mind.
“You think I’m gonna tell Mom?” I whispered back, half laughing. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
“Seriously, Debbie, we can never do that again. And I think from now on it’s best if you don’t wear such sexy… stuff around the house either.”
“Ok, Daddy, whatever you say,” I said with a fake frown, then leaned in and engaged him in a sultry French kiss again. He was wrapped around my little finger. Mine, all mine. He couldn’t help but caress my generous breasts with his hands, his cock already starting to harden again.
When our lips parted, I smiled and stood up. He had a disappointed look on his face which I ignored.
“Goodnight, Daddy,” I said, and blew him a kiss. “Sweet dreams.”
***
The next morning when I woke up, I snuggled under the blankets and watched the sunbeams trickle through the shears on my window. A lazy Monday stretched out ahead of me, full of relaxing and getting outside to catch some of those wonderful rays. I shook off the grogginess and reflected on the previous night.
Still unsure as what had gotten into me, I could hardly believe I had taken things so far last night with Bruce. I knew the attraction had always been mutual, and by God did I pounce on the opportunity to completely corrupt him…and myself.
Another thrill rushed through me as I replayed it all in my mind. It was going to be difficult to cover up the strangeness between us with mother around, but I felt confident I could do it. There were no illusions in my mind that last night would be the last time for us together. Judging from his reactions and not his words, it was just a matter of time before he had his way with me again.
I could faintly hear the television on in the living room, down the hall. I guessed that Bruce and mother were awake. I could only imagine how Bruce was handling it. While still dozing a bit, I then heard the front door to the house close shut and a vehicle start up outside.
I figured it must be mother, leaving to go to work. Soon Bruce would be doing the same.
Or so I thought.
I snapped my head to the side when I heard a light rapping on my door. Emotion and anticipation flooded through me. It was Bruce, of course. This took way less time than I had expected.
“Come in,” I answered, sliding up in the bed on top of the covers, striking a seductive pose and draping my nightie back over my behind.
There was Bruce, wearing the same pajama pants as last night, bare-chested in the streaming sunrays through my bedroom window. I was worried for a brief moment that when I saw him he would have on a sad expression, wracked by guilt, and tell me he was leaving. The thought scattered from my mind the moment I looked into his mystical blue eyes and saw his desire for me.
As he strode over to my bedside, I looked at him lustily and said in a shy, girly voice, “Daddy, what are you doing in my room? I’m not dressed!”
“You know what I’m doing,” He announced, and swiftly reached out and grabbed hold of one of my ankles.
Forcefully, but not nearly enough to injure me, he pulled me towards the edge of the bed by one leg. He roughly shoved my nightie up my stomach, exposing my shaven pussy. I spread my legs open, anxious to once again be able to please him.
Bruce leaned over and bent down on one knee. With both hands he held my legs aloft and buried his face in my snatch.
His warm tongue felt amazing as he expertly glided it back and forth over and between my folds. He mouthed onto me, tasting my nectar, sucking at me with a parsimonious fervor.
“Where’s Mommy?” I asked, not really caring.
Bruce barely stopped what he was doing and raised his head just slightly to answer me, “She’s gone to work, pumpkin.”
“Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Debbie,” He answered, and resumed licking me with gusto.
He was like no other man I had been with before. Sure, most of them were not much more than gangly teenagers, but Bruce was a real man. He knew how to please a woman and his tongue was all the evidence I needed to know that was true.
“Lick my little pussy, Daddy,” I begged, rocking my hips as he drove his pointed tongue inside.
My ass was literally hanging off the bed, fully presented to him. He supported me with both hands and swished his tongue back and forth a few more times before plunging two fingers inside me.
I bit my lip and moaned as his oral caresses had already started to bring me close to my first orgasm of the new day. There was no longer a need to force myself to be quiet. Mother was probably already halfway to work by now.
“That feels so good,” I moaned again, and pulled my nightie off.
I shook my head, straightening my hair, and tossed the garment off the bed to who knows where. Bruce stopped licking me and rose to his feet, immediately falling over me and squeezing my generous bosom with one hand. With his expert mouth at work again, he sucked and nibbled at the small circles of my areola. He paid close attention to each one, almost as if he was making sure that they both received equal affection.
To my neck he went next, kissing me under the corner of my jaw and up to my earlobe, which he lightly took into his mouth and mumbled to me about how I’d been a bad girl. I felt my temperature escalate as he hovered over me, his skin touching mine, his rock-hard abdomen and chest pressing against my soft and supple flesh. The head of his penis touched my bare pussy lips, knocking on my door to gain entrance.
“Stick your dick in me, Daddy, please,” I whispered into his ear.
I groaned out as he guided the bulbous tip past the slippery, wet folds of my vagina. He was filling me up, stretching out my pussy with his big cock. It felt unreal as he slowly inched his way forward, finally coming to rest for a brief moment completely buried inside me.
My tight little pussy felt like it was quivering as he sat, fully engulfed in it, the hot blood pumping through his veins and pulsating through his cock. A familiar clench rose in my belly and as he began to withdraw, I was suddenly in the throes of a brain-melting orgasm.
I moaned loudly in ecstasy, unafraid of who might hear. The amazing job he had done licking me and the mere insertion of his cock inside me had elicited the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. Whether he paid heed to my obvious apogee or not, Bruce gripped my hips and began pumping into me s
lowly.
I rode out the end of the orgasm biting on one finger. By the time I had finished, I had left the indentations of tooth marks in it, where the normal pink flesh tone drained away to a pallid white.
Bruce began to pummel into me, slapping his hips against my ass loudly. Each thrust bounced me up from the edge of the bed and gravity brought me back down again. After tirelessly pounding my pussy in that position for a while, he leaned back over me, rolling my waist up, and kissed me deeply. He continued to pump, though, seemingly desperate to plow me into the mattress.
He backed away and grabbed my slutty, spread-in-the-air legs and pulled them down to one side. This changed the sensation entirely as I felt my wet snatch rotate around his member. With a hearty smack, Bruce slapped my exposed ass with one hand and looked at me severely.
“Daddy has to punish you,” He said, and lifted me off the bed with his dick still inside me.
He laid me on my side and spooned me from behind, quickly resuming his pace. There was no resistance and I let him take me completely. I pushed out my ass and arched my back to give him the best angle for entry, bucking my hips with each plunge of his dick.
“Daddy, your dick feels so good,” I moaned, and slid one hand down to feel as his cock parted my folds.
The air was filled with the creaking metal springs of the bed’s mattress and the sound of our bodies coming together. Bruce cupped both hands around me, pulling me close, wrapping his huge hands around each of my breasts.
I could feel another wave of orgasmic pleasure coming on and moved away from him, going up on my knees. Bruce flipped over onto his back and I admired his erect, glistening cock for a moment before mounting him.
“Make me cum again,” I said, and eased my pussy onto his dick.
With full control, I rocked on top of him and bounced my ass up and down. In the mirror of the bureau, I watched us. My face was flushed and my hair a mess, and my yielding posterior rippled with every smack against his thighs.
Bruce had a light sheen of sweat coating his powerful chest, which I felt when I placed both hands against him to give myself more leverage. His breathing had become ragged and rapid, closely matching my own.
The increasing tingle in my pussy became more pronounced and I bent over and let him take over. Without delay, Bruce grabbed my ass with both hands and began pounding his cock into me. The big head of his member plopped in and out of my used pussy, driving inside me and touching off some monumental chain-reaction.
I shuddered and felt my stomach seem to alight with an unknown force. It was like a blinding ball of energy that had built up and was about to explode. I closed my eyes and flexed hard, concentrating on the sensation of Bruce fucking me with abandon.
“I’m gonna cum, baby,” He warned, and began to slam into me even harder.
“Cum inside me, Daddy.”
“What if you get pregnant?”
I felt his hardening erection seem to grow. Another orgasm was coming. Just a few more strokes.
“Just this once, please, Daddy,” I pleaded, pressing myself against him like he had any choice in the matter.
Bruce began to breathe in short gulps and I knew that he was about to come. The ball of energy that had been building inside my belly burst forth, spreading throughout my body like an intoxicating explosion of euphoria. It wrapped around me in swirling circles of rapture and I planted myself firmly on Bruce’s spurting cock, relishing the feeling of his hot seed coating my insides.
“God, baby, Daddy’s coming!” Bruce groaned, while jerking his body against mine, rooting his cock in to the hilt, and delivering his load.
As the last of his cum was deposited, his dick twitched inside me in a satisfying finality.
Exhausted, I basically collapsed on top of him. His cock was still buried as we met in a deep, passionate kiss. I lay on top of him for what seemed like the longest time, awash in bliss, until he slid out and I rolled over to my back.
I lay there, completely used, my degraded pussy leaking with the remains of my step-father’s seed. Bruce worked one strong arm under my neck and caressed my breasts and stomach with the other. After the short embrace, I cuddled up next to him and felt happier than I could remember ever being.
When he spoke, I turned my head and looked into his bright blue eyes again.
“I have a surprise for you.”
Not able to imagine a greater surprise than he had already given me, I tilted my head and looked at him curiously.
“I already called in sick at work today, and your mother won’t be home until tonight.”
I smiled at him and giggled, before wrapping my big down comforter up around both of our bodies.
Mine, all mine, I thought and closed my eyes.
***
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Werewolves Like It Rough (Timber Land Twins)
By Jessi Bond
Copyright 2013 Jessi Bond
Kimberly was having that dream again.
It was the same, every time. At first she’d felt guilty and confused upon waking, but she’d soon grown used to them. Now, she actually looked forward to them. She’d begun to realize that she always woke up feeling wonderfully refreshed and relaxed. People were starting to notice her improved mood, but she just smiled and shrugged when they brought it up. It was her little secret.
By now, she knew what to expect. It was so common that she became aware that she was dreaming as soon as it began. She was walking through a dark forest; the air was warm and still around her, and there was nothing but the sound of her own footfalls in her ears. At first.
Soon, she became aware that she was not alone. She felt a familiar tingle deep inside, in the pit of her stomach. Traveling lower.
She reached a mossy glade, and stopped. She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent. The moon was shining bright and clear, and her excitement was growing. She could feel the tender flesh between her legs swelling and growing hotter, in anticipation of what was to come.
The first few times, she’d experienced it almost as if she were floating above herself, watching it all happen to someone else. But now, she’d started feeling it like it was real. Every touch, every movement, every shudder of pure bliss. She’d wake up still clenching and shaking, covered in a sheen of sweat, praying she hadn’t moaned loud enough to wake her family.
Kimberley opened her eyes.
She took one long breath through her nose, and suddenly the air was thick with their scent.
It was almost impossible to describe the smell, earthy and musky and purely masculine. It was instantly recognizable to her, making her nostrils flare and her pussy tingle. She smiled, biting her lower lip. She wanted to touch herself, but she knew they’d be touching her soon enough.
And just like that, she heard a low, rumbling chuckle behind her.
She tensed, feeling a large hand rest on her shoulder.
“Aaron?” she said, softly.
“No,” came an answer. “Over here.”
She looked up, and saw him standing there, just a few feet away. Smiling.
“Christian,” she breathed.
The hand, which was now sliding down to her hip, tightened around her.
“You’ll learn the difference eventually,” said Christian.
“We’ll teach you,” Aaron agreed, coming towards her with a wick
ed smile on his face. He was wearing lace-up breeches like a guy from a costume drama on TV, but all she could focus on was the bulge growing underneath the criss-crossed laces. Of course he was shirtless, his chest dusted with dark hair like always. Kimberly blinked slowly, allowing herself a moment to appreciate her imagination’s attention to detail and continuity. Christian and Aaron always looked the same, down to every little intimate detail.
Not quite the same as each other, though. They were twins, and at first glance it was like seeing double - but by now, Kimberly knew the difference. Aaron had a little scar that ran down the side of his hip, disappearing below the waistband of his breeches. And Christian had that spot on his head where his hair grew in a different direction, an ever-so-slight little cowlick where his brother’s hair behaved perfectly well.
Kimberly smiled at Aaron as he came up close, stopping within inches of her and tilting his head down, his lips so close she could almost taste them.
“I was hoping you’d come tonight,” she confessed.
Aaron closed the gap between them, pressing his body up against hers and sliding his tongue into her waiting mouth. He tasted hot and sweet, his body taut with desire as his stiffening cock throbbed and twitched against her stomach. Even through the layers of his breeches and her long, flowing dress, she could feel its heat.
Behind her, Christian drew closer as well, pressing his hardening dick into the cleft of her ass. She took long, slow breaths, reveling in the attention of the two men. As much as she liked them in this form, the transformation was about to take place - and she’d grown to anticipate that even more.
The moon passed behind a cloud, momentarily darkening the clearing. When it came back, the change started.
It had frightened her at first, and it was still fearsome to watch, but she now quivered in anticipation rather than dread. It started with Aaron’s hands, growing longer and even larger. Growing fur. Growing claws. She felt the sharp points digging into her skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave little red marks and she’d be able to see the next day…if this weren’t all just a dream.
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