by Candy Quinn
Slowly he began to thrust inside my mouth, but before long he was going fast and deep, and I just had to not move, keep my mouth open, and keep myself from choking and gagging while he drove himself into me.
“Yeah, baby, yeah,” he groaned. I saw that he got to his tip-toes; saw that his calves and thighs were tensed. His thrusts into my mouth became shallower, and I pressed my tongue as hard as I could at that small sliver of skin where he was most sensitive.
“Allie!” he grunted. His whole body seemed to jerk, convulse, and then I felt his sticky seed gushing inside my mouth. I couldn’t swallow it in time, I wasn’t ready for it. It burst out the sides of my mouth, dribbling down my chin.
I pulled back, spitting his cock out, coughing and spluttering while his tip smeared his come across my cheek. He fired again, this time onto my face, and then again, the third hitting my chin.
And then he stepped back while I spat the rest of his cum into my hand, looking at it. It was thick, creamy, and there was loads of it!
“Oh, baby,” he said, smiling at me. “You sure do know how to give a blow job.”
“Thanks, Daddy,” I said, getting to my feet. I moved toward him quickly, planting a kiss on his lips. I thought he would recoil, not want to taste his seed, but he didn’t. He kissed me back feverishly, and it was so fucking sexy.
“Change of plan,” he said after our kiss. He went to a cupboard and brought out a table cloth, laying it on the counter that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Because it’s cold,” he said, but I still wasn’t sure what he meant.
He walked back toward me, wiped some of his ejaculate from my face, and then lifted me up and set me down on the counter.
“I’m going to eat your beautiful pussy. And while I do that, you’re going to suck Nick off, got it?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my good girl. Nick!”
Moments later his friend walked in, and he simply stared at us. It took him a few seconds to come around, and then he nodded and shut the door behind him.
“Let your head hang off the table, baby,” Michael said. “Yeah, like that.”
He didn’t even have to give any instructions to Nick. The man had already taken his cock out, and he was already getting hard. He placed his tip at my mouth, and I took it. I’d never ever dreamed that I’d give a blow job upside down before.
Michael opened my legs, and I heard him smell me. I whimpered onto Nick’s cock, and both men groaned at once.
“You smell so good, baby,” my Daddy said. I felt his tongue on me. The touch was electric. I jolted, smiling, loving the fact that he was about to eat me out.
I tried to focus on sucking Nick off, but I couldn’t. I started to moan as my step-father teased me, ran his tongue up and down my slit, each brief touch on my clit a spark that left me wanting more.
“Let me help you,” Nick grunted, and he began to jerk himself while I sucked on his tip. Michael had now settled on my clit, and it felt so fucking good. There was no way I was going to be able to suck Nick off well, or get him off at all.
I simply nodded, let my mouth open, and swirled my tongue around Nick’s crown while Daddy served me in between my legs. He was working my small bundle of nerves fast, and I felt one of his fingers circling my entrance. Oh, God, how I wanted him to just plunge it inside me, rub me hard inside me, lick my pearl hard, and bring me to bear!
“Oh, yeah,” Nick groaned, wanking himself hard. I sucked harder on his bell, felt his cock grow more turgid in my mouth. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning onto his cock as Michael lapped at my sex, and when he finally pushed a finger into me, I practically screamed onto it, writing on the counter, already having been teased so bad, already having been so wound-up, that I thought I could orgasm then and there.
“That’s right, Allie,” Nick groaned. “Moan some more.”
I did, not caring why he wanted me to. Maybe the vibrations felt good in his cock. I let loose, moaned and whimpered and squeezed my legs around my step-father’s head as he licked my pussy with abandon.
“Yeah,” Nick growled, “yeah!” His cock stiffened, he rose up a bit, and then he was unloading himself into my mouth. I did my best to push it out the sides of my mouth, but couldn’t get it all out and had to swallow some.
“Oh, fuck that was good,” he groaned, pulling his softening cock from my mouth. I turned to my side and spit the rest of his cum out before shutting my eyes and focusing on the feel of my Daddy eating me out.
“Yes, Daddy,” I hissed. “Yes, come on.”
He pushed a second finger inside me, began to finger me hard, pressing against my g-spot while working my clit hard and fast. I was so close; it wouldn’t take much more…
“Daddy!” I cried, exasperated as he pulled his fingers from me, as he took his mouth of my throbbing clit.
“Remember what I said?” he asked, sucking each of his two fingers. He bent down and gave me one more lick up my slit before coming to my side and picking me up off the counter. “We come together!”
“Get the other two,” he said to Nick, and the man left the kitchen. Michael lifted me off the counter, and I went to kiss him, and again he didn’t back away. He kissed me back, and I could taste and smell myself on him. He could no doubt taste and smell Nick on me.
He pulled the tablecloth from the counter and set it down on the floor. “On your knees,” he commanded. I obliged. “Keep your legs together, yeah, like that.”
“Okay, Daddy,” I whispered. I had my thighs closed, no doubt making me tighter. I wondered if this was going to hurt. I wondered if I should tell him.
“Daddy,” I said. “Be gentle.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t hurt you.”
“But I’m—”
“I know, Allie. Trust me.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He spat onto his fingers and began to work it around my vulva, before dipping two fingers inside me, making me moan again. He spread my own juices around, and then over the tip of his dick. I reached behind me, grabbing it one more time, and then his head was at my entrance.
He began to push. At first, there was resistance, but then my canal swallowed his tip, and I felt myself stretched. I’d never felt something like it before. There was some pain, around the edges and blurry, but mostly it was just overwhelming sensation.
“Oh, Daddy,” I moaned as he inched his way deeper into me. I squeezed around his cock, feeling as though he was filling me up entirely, as if every nerve ending was in contact with his thick rod.
His two other friends, Jack and Ollie walked into the kitchen then, followed closely by Nick who stopped in the doorway and leaned against the frame.
“Both of you, at the same time. Make it quick,” Michael said, and they dropped to their knees in front of me and each began to pull their cocks through the zipper of their jeans.
“You make them feel good, baby,” my Daddy told me, and I gulped and nodded, looking at the two formidable members before me.
I took Ollie’s into my mouth first, and sucked hard on his bell while Daddy continued to push his way into me. I felt him bottom out, hit my cervix, and I gasped, pushing myself forward and letting the cock slip out of my mouth.
“Not so deep, Daddy,” I said.
“Okay, baby.” He began to pull out, and once again I was overloaded with a new and all-enveloping sensation. It wasn’t quite pleasure, there was a hint of pain, but I knew that it would lead to pleasure.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I moaned before taking Ollie’s manhood back into my mouth. He was already jerking himself, making it quick, and all I could do was keep my tongue swabbing over his crown as Daddy fucked me from behind. His thrusts were shallow at first, but as I loosened a little, as I eased into it, he began to speed up, and that’s when it started feeling really good.
“Oh, yes,” I murmured around Ollie’s wide helmet. This was how I was losing my virginity! With my step-father taking it, and me serving these three other men.
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sp; I didn’t know if I liked that entirely. What I did know was that I did not dislike it at all. Not… one… bit!
“Oh, shit,” Ollie groaned in front of me. I opened my mouth wide and prepared for his climax. It came quickly, and my mouth was filled with his broiling seed. I let it dribble out onto the floor. He got up, and Jack took his place, pointing his penis at me. I took it into my mouth, moaning as Michael began to really drill himself inside me, drive his manhood deep down my canal.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, then sucking on the cock in front of me.
“It’s okay, baby. You’re making Daddy feel so good.”
He picked up the pace, started to fuck me even harder, even faster, and soon all that was coming out of my mouth was a torrent of garbled, joined sounds. Moans merging into cries morphing into screams turning into grunts. I could no longer focus on giving Jack his blow job, and so just held my mouth open while he wanked himself.
“Daddy, touch my clit!” I cried, and his hand wrapped around my hip and he was massaging my nubbin, and I was on my way, climbing, ascending, on the road to oblivion.
“Oh, yes, yes!” I shrieked as he worked my clitoris. Jack grunted in front of me, and soon my mouth was filled with yet another load of steaming semen, and again I simply let it fall out of my mouth, dribble over my chin. I knew I was making a big mess but I didn’t care one single bit.
Then the men all left, and it was just Daddy and me. He rubbed my clit in circles right on my hood. He fucked me hard, pushing his cock right against my front wall. It was all I could do not to just bellow out my pleasure, and I dropped onto my elbows, face against the cum-soaked tablecloth, rocking up and down against the kitchen tiles beneath.
“Oh, yes, Daddy! Yes, yes!”
He fucked a little faster.
“Daddy, yes, yes, yes!” I shrieked.
He fingered my clit a little harder.
“Oh, Daddy!” I shrieked as orgasm took me. I squeezed, gripping onto his manhood as my body convulsed, as I was plunged into pleasure so intense it threatened to send every muscle in my body into a cramping spasm. I felt it in my belly, in my sex, in my thighs and in my toes. I was soaring in the stratosphere. The world melted away. This was the first orgasm I’d had in ages, and it felt so fucking good.
His voice brought me back to reality. “Baby, I’m going to come,” he groaned. His thrusts became shallow, quick, rapid, urgent. His cock twitched, he grunted and groaned, and then he was filling me up with his essence.
And then he collapsed on my back, panting, heaving, sweating. He kissed me in between my shoulder blades, smelled my hair, his cock still hard inside me. He held my hand, and I held it back with my fingers.
“You did good, baby. You did so good.”
“Did you feel good?” I asked him.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “You?”
“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “Yeah, I did.”
“Your mother’s got another thing planned with her girlfriends next month.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he breathed, nodding. “Want to keep that day free?”
“Sure,” I said. “But this time, just you and me. No sharing.”
“Okay, baby,” he said. “Whatever you want.”
“Actually,” I said, changing my mind. “You can pick one of them. I don’t mind.”
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11
Reunion with the Brat
By Ophelia Stephens
I got to enjoy college life for less than two months, before my family called me back home to attend a family reunion. Reunion might be quite a big word for a little gathering that only includes my uncles, aunts and their children. Plus, they do it every single year, so it’s not like we haven’t seen each other in a long time.
There are many things that I would rather have done this weekend instead of taking the long drive home, ultimately spending almost as much time driving as I am spending with my family. And bore myself to death while doing so.
I have very little in common with my uncles and aunts, and even less with my cousins. They are all younger than me except for one – and he was smart enough to come up with a good excuse for not showing up – and they all have interests that are very different to mine. Very childish and immature, mostly.
Needless to say that I have very little motivation to attend this ‘reunion’, at least when it comes to most of the guests who are participating. I mostly do it for my family’s sake, since they even paid for the ticket.
Admittedly though, there is one person who I am rather happy to see again after all this time. He might even have been the main driving force behind my decision to come home in the middle of the semester.
My stepfather, George, has been the man of my dreams since the first time I saw him when my mother introduced us to each other about three years ago.
They have been married a little over two years by now and I am still baffled at the fact that my mother could land a man like him. George is younger than her, though not by much. He is very tall and broad, while both me and my mom are rather petite and appear even smaller next to him. He is intimidating, not only because of his appearance, but also because of his deep voice and strict ways.
During my final year of High School, he has paid a lot more attention to me and my school work than my mother ever has, to make sure that I graduate with the average that – according to him – I deserve and that would get me into better colleges.
Of course, I hated it at first. But because I have had a crush on him since day one and also started to see success with my school work, which gave me a lot more satisfaction than anticipated – I started to actually like it. I liked how he took care of me, how he scolded me for bad behavior and bad grades and how he praised me when I succeeded.
Also, he is not only tall and broad, but very handsome overall. His short dark hair is starting to grey a little at the temples and he is sporting a three-day stubble that adds to his masculine and mature look.
He is so different to the boys I met at college, on so many levels. I hated the fact that I started college as a virgin, only because my standards appear too high for anybody who ever crossed my path at high school. And I had high hopes for college. More mature boys, trained and buff, but still smart, maybe even older – and less likely to act like idiots just to get a girl’s attention.
But the opposite appeared to be the case. It is frustrating as hell – especially because I cannot get George out of my head. This perfect, sexy man who is so close to me, yet impossible to reach.
I am insanely jealous of my mother and cannot understand how she can neglect a man like him the way she does. I know that she has lost interest in him quite a while ago. Because she told me.
“Sex,” she said. “Is all fun and nice when you’re young. But at my age, a relationship is built on a lot of other things that are more important than pure lust."
Unfortunately, George does not agree. They have had a lot of fights, especially during summer, shortly before I left for college. I was almost glad to finally get out of the house, even though I feel sorry for George and wish I could help him with his frustration.
Oh god, how much I wish, I could.
I tried to get him out of my head, but now that I am on my way home, seeing him again after almost two months, my heart is racing with excitement. If anything, my crush on him has grown stronger, now that he not only wins any comparison with high school classmates, but even against college boys.
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At first it appears as if no one is around when I finally reach my family’s home. I still have the keys and unlock the door by myself after no one answered the door bell or my knocking.
I arrived almost an hour earlier than I had told my mother I would. So it makes sense that no one seems to be expecting me. They might have gone out for some
last minute shopping.
“Hello?” I yell as I slip through the door. “Is anybody home?”
No answer.
I turn left and right, checking the living room and the kitchen downstairs. All rooms are completely empty.
I shrug and decide to bring my luggage upstairs to my room. My steps are weirdly loud on our creaky stairs. My mother has nagged George for months to do something about the noise, but – like me – he seems to think that there are more important things in life that need his attention.
It is quiet on the second floor as well, so I naturally assume that I really am alone in the house.
Until I open the door to my room and I see George sitting on my desk chair – with his pants down and his hard cock in his hand.
I let out a gasp of surprise and freeze, staring at him. Despite the more than unexpected and confusing – some would say appalling – situation, I cannot help but notice his size. His cock is proportional in size to his entire body. Long, very long, with an accompanying girth that almost scares me. It even looks big in his own gigantic hands – what would it look like in mine?
He reciprocates my surprised stare for a moment, before he jumps up and pulls his pants up, hiding his beautiful member from my eyes.
“Fuck, Abby!” He exclaims. “You… you are home early. I did not expect you!”
“Um, obviously,” I whisper.
I know, I should be scared, angry, appalled. I should call him a pervert, yell at him and throw him out of my room, threatening to tell my mother about his indecent behavior.
But instead I cannot get this image out of my head. That gorgeously engorged cock, glistening with precum. My stepdad pleasing himself in my room.
What was he looking at? There is no computer, no TV, no magazines. It's just my tidy, uninhabited room with all the belongings that I had left when I moved out for college. What kind of thoughts and images did he come off to?