by Candy Quinn
“Clean daddy up baby,” he crooned to her, cupping both cheeks in his strong hands, his long fingers reaching back into her hair as he rocked his hips into her face.
So wrong. So wrong! But if it was so wrong, why did her tongue do as he instructed, teasing along his satisfied cock? Why did she feel so fucking good if it was so damned wrong?
The two men groaned in pleasure, her father’s dick staying thick as she licked and suckled at it, cleaning it off his salty flavour and her own slick honey. Her brother’s hard, lean body pumping faster than her father had even done as he thrust his needful cock into her wet, raw cunt so urgently.
The cave was a cacophony of flesh slapping flesh, of wet, carnal noises. Rob’s swimmer’s physique, so smooth and toned, hammering into her at an astonishing rate as he arched his head back, moaning lewdly, so intent upon claiming his release from her.
The two of them making her ample tits jiggle and sway, her whole body rocking between them.
She knew it was bliss. They fucked her with abandon, and she finally succumbed wholly to their needs.
More than that, she succumbed to her own. In that moment, she accepted herself more fully than she ever had before, her body pinned between two men. Her brother. Her daddy.
It was wrong, but nothing felt more right in that moment, and she squeezed her pussy, coaxing her brother deeper inside. She submitted to them, to herself, and she felt free.
That extra little clench was more than her brother could handle, and Rob cried out abruptly, his thrusts growing erratic as he pumped into her hard and fast. She could feel his dick swell and throb, and he impaled her upon his shaft one final time as he unleashed his own load, adding that young, virile seed to the creamy spunk their father had already released in her.
He was so unrestrained, so wanton, bucking and writing atop her as he shuddered in climax, while the entire time her father took his time, plucked his slick, saliva coated-dick from her mouth and then placed his balls upon her lips in its place.
So wrong. Yet her lips and tongue didn’t stop their lapping, their licking, their lewd little suckling sounds punctuating the air. Her stomach turned, some part of her so repulsed, but it was a dim flicker by how much joy she was getting from those tender, loving, forbidden touches.
That should’ve been it, the two men should’ve had their fill. Yet when her brother, panting and throbbing within her, pulled out and slipped to her side, her father pulled away and climbed back atop her.
His thick, veiny dick stretched her back open as he laid down, pressing his chest against her sweating tits, mashing her down beneath him as he kissed her in a deeply satisfied passion. Her brother was still suckling at her neck as the two men fondled her.
This time her father’s thrusts were slow, but no less lustful. The two men couldn’t help themselves, they needed her, needed her bad. And when her father pulled back from her lips he met her eyes and smiled, even as so much of that thick seed drooled out of her cunt, her bikini pressed to the side of her dad’s dick.
“God baby… you did so good,” he said with such loving approval. “Rob and me are gonna make you such a happy, lucky lil’ queen of our isle,” he promised.
And her brother affirmed, murmuring into her ear as he fondled a tit and grinded his dick to her toned leg as their father humped into her cunt. “I wanna fuck you so much, sis. Every day. Again and again.”
She couldn’t meet their eyes. Not then, not when her own need burned beneath them so brightly.
Come morning, they’d all pretend this never happened. Go back to normal.
Or so she told herself.
Angel was exhausted, fucked in the middle of the night by two savage, primal, heedless men. They left her shiny with perspiration and the cool air tickled at her skin.
She licked her lips free of the taste of cum as she inhaled sharply through her nose, exhaling with a small, secretive moan.
As the two men positioned her around, lifting her up onto her hands and knees, she knew it would be a long night. Though by the end she’d be too exhausted to feel anything but bliss.
16
Fill Me Up!
By Saffron Daughter
I was furious, and disappointed. I had been stood up! Me! I don’t say that with a big head, but I thought Ben was a nice boy, even if he wasn’t the best looking, or the biggest. I could have been on a date with Trey, or with Daniel, two football stars at the university, but I had opted to go out with Ben.
Because, I had thought, he was a nice boy.
But here I was, seated at the restaurant, and it was thirty minutes gone the time we were supposed to meet. The rat fucker had stood me up!
“Excuse me,” I said to the waiter. “I’m afraid that I need to leave without ordering.”
The waiter, perhaps in his early thirties and with the grey shade of indifference so many get in the service industry, merely nodded. “Of course,” he said, before a tiny sliver of life sparked in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I said, waving my hand aimlessly. I was a little embarrassed, a little stung. A girl like me simply didn’t get stood up by a boy like Ben.
I sighed as I wave down a cab, and once in, I put down my clutch on the seat next to me. I couldn’t wait to just get home, and get out of these clothes that were too tight, and out of my heels. All that trouble, and for what?
Staring out of the window, it wasn’t long until the taxi arrived at my house. Well, technically it wasn’t my house. I just lived there. The house belonged to Matthew, my father.
No, that was also not true, technically. Matthew was my step-father, but it really wasn’t all that different, I imagined. My real dad walked out on us when we were young, and back then I used to blame him. But when Mum remarried Matthew, they ended up becoming estranged.
As I got older, I started to realize that, actually, Mum was just an abusive person, but strangely only to men. Looking through old photo albums she kept in the dusty attic, I saw loads of men she’d been with, and she had admitted to me in a moment of drunken honesty that she’d scared them all off.
Like my real dad, who really was a prick for never coming back to visit.
And like Matthew, who really wasn’t, a prick, who was a sweet, charming, and handsome man with a body made of chiseled stone.
Going to university on the other side of the country, Matthew deliberately put in a transfer request at his job so that he could move out here with me, and put me up. He said that I could experience dorm life if I wanted, but that, knowing me, I’d probably get sick of it after six months and want to move out.
He had been on the money. I did get sick of it, but only after four months. No sleep, way too much casual use of hard drugs, and shitty mattresses that had my lower back aching in no time.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a party pooper, and I enjoy having fun. There have been a couple of nights that have entered into local university legend with nineteen year old me at the center of them.
But, as Matthew had said, dorm life just wasn’t for me. It felt too much like a hostel, and I was surrounded by too much… well… failure. Ironic, considering it was in university, but half the people on my floor were going to wash out before their first semester was over!
Even though I liked to party, I also had some bloody dignity, and ambition.
“Thanks,” I said to the cab driver, giving him a small tip for not going past the limit. I walked home, before realizing I’d forgotten my keys. Good thing it wasn’t late – I knew Matthew had to be up early tomorrow.
I buzzed the doorbell, and heard him jogging down the steps a moment later. He opened the door, in nothing but his pajama pants (which, on their own, looked ridiculous because they were bright green), and, not for the first time in my life, I had to stop myself from letting my jaw hit the floor.
“Hey, D- Matthew,” I stammered awkwardly, looking at his lean profile. The guy could be an underwear model.
“Hey, baby,” he said, glancing
at the clock at the top of the stairs. “A little early to be home, isn’t it?” He smiled as he ducked down to give me a kiss on my cheek, and my knees wobbled when I smelled him, recognized the intimacy.
“I was stood up,” I said, infinitely happier that I was now at home with Matthew. Why, oh why hadn’t I just stayed home?
Well, the answer to that one was obvious. I hadn’t stayed home because if I didn’t go out and actually try to form a relationship with a guy – and not just any guy, not some guy who was going to use me and then lose me, but a nice guy, like Ben – then I would not be in any meaningful relationship for the entirety of my university education.
The truth was, though, was that the one person I actually wanted to be with was off-limits, taboo, no-go.
Yup… I wanted to be with my step-father. God, I couldn’t even bear to think about it. How depraved was that?
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, wrapping a muscular, veiny arm around my shoulders and squeezing me. I sucked in air.
“No, it’s okay. It’s just… I didn’t expect it.”
“Come here,” he said, walking into the kitchen. I stared at his wide back, the two ridges of muscle that ran down either side of the dip where his spine was.
“Okay,” I whispered. I sat down at the counter, and he opened the fridge.
“What are you drinking tonight, miss?”
“What?”
“At Bar H.”
“Bar H?”
“Bar Home. Nothing like a little liquid cheerfulness to sweeten a sour mood.” He grinned, and the dimples in his cheeks, just above his jawline cut from steel, were obvious in the low lighting.
Yeah… he was really good looking.
I returned the smile, and perked up. “I’ll have a gin and tonic please, and make it kick.”
“Coming right up,” he said, taking out a bottle of tonic water before rummaging in the cupboard above the fridge for the gin. “But don’t make this a habit, okay?”
“Course not, Da- Matthew.” I kicked myself internally. Why did I keep trying to say ‘Daddy’? I never called him that!
He had my drink made less than a minute later, and slid it across the counter to me. I caught it neatly, but was secretly afraid I might have mistimed it, and sent the glass crashing to the floor.
“Nice one,” he said, putting each hand on the table and leaning forward, so that his chest muscles bulged. “Now who is this dickhead who stood you up, and where does he live?”
I laughed, sipping from the drink before wincing. “Ouch.”
“You did say make it kick.”
I nodded, grinning, for some reason starting to avoid making eye contact with him. Each time it was just too heady, too intense.
“Yeah, he’s a nobody. Just thought he was a nice guy. I’m trying to find a nice guy, you know?”
“You should,” he said. “Smart thing to do. If I had my way, you wouldn’t find a guy until you were thirty five and I was too old to do anything about it.”
“You can’t do anything about it now,” I teased him.
He shrugged, his shoulder muscles rippling. “You’re right. Hey, listen, you’re a beautiful, smart young woman. Don’t worry so much. You’ll find a man that you fall in love with, and he with you.”
I looked longingly at Matthew, my eyes traversing the features of his face without meeting his eyes. His full, kissable lips, the shape of his nose, his chin.
I’ve already found a man that I’ll fall in love with, I thought to myself, sighing. He’s just a man I cannot have.
“Hey,” he said, sensing my sadness. He came around the counter and put his hand on my shoulder. “Baby, I thought you said this guy was a nobody?”
“He is,” I said, my voice starting to thicken. “I guess I’m just feeling sorry for myself.”
“Is there anything else on your mind?” he asked, kneeling down beside me. I turned on my stool to face him.
“Yeah,” I said, taking a big sip from the g-and-t. “In fact, I have found someone I can love.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking at Matthew’s face. For a moment it seemed like there was… disappointment there. Could it be that…? No, that was for sure not the case.
“And?”
“I don’t think he loves me back.”
“Do you know?”
I shook my head. “Truthfully, no. But there’s something more.”
“What?” He was looking at me intently now, as if he was somehow invested more than he should be. It was almost as like he cared about the answer as much as I did.
“Well,” I said, starting to stall, losing my confidence. I took another sip from the drink, felt it all rushing through my body, my senses. “It’s just…”
“What is it, baby? You can trust me. You know that, right?”
“I know,” I said, putting a trembling finger to my lips. “It’s just, even if he did love me, I couldn’t be with him.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” I said, taking a deep breath and rubbing my knees nervously. “It’s wrong.”
“Wrong?”
“Not allowed.”
“By who?”
I blinked. “By everybody!”
“Lexi, baby,” he said, standing up and looking down on me. “Don’t let anyone else tell you who you can and cannot be with. That choice is between you, and the other person.”
“What if I don’t know the other person’s choice?”
“Then why don’t you ask them and find out?”
I smiled at Matthew, my heart racing. “Ask them?”
“Yes,” he said. “If you truly love this man, how can you do nothing?”
“Would you ask if there was some woman you loved?”
“Yes,” he said, but his voice was quieter.
“So is there someone you love right now, Matthew?” He looked at me, for a moment, before shaking his head. “Come on, Daddy,” I said to him, standing up and putting my drink down. “Tell me. Is there someone you love right now?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Then why haven’t you told her?”
He looked into my eyes, conflicted. “Because it is my responsibility to protect her.”
My heart stopped. Time seemed to stop. I couldn’t even breathe.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “Do you love me?”
He didn’t look surprised by the question. He knew it was coming. “Yes,” he said.
“I love you, too.”
I said it. I couldn’t believe I said it. Suddenly I could breathe again. Suddenly time started again. I looked at him, good looking, sexy, caring, sweet. He was the nice guy, but he was also the hot guy.
I stepped forward to him, and put my palm on his stomach. “Daddy,” I breathed into him, searching his eyes for his own wanting. I found it, just like I knew I would. Looking down, I saw that his pajama pants were beginning to tent.
“Yeah, baby?” he asked, his voice low.
I look him in the eye, and dragged my palm down his abs, and onto the hardness at his crotch. It was like an iron bar.
“Fuck me.”
For a moment, just a split second, nothing happened. But then he picked me up, and I yelped and laughed in surprise as he hoisted me off the ground, held me tight in his arms, and carried me into the living room.
Gently, he put me down on the futon, and he kissed me, and it was amazing. The kiss was all sparks immediately, and without even ‘getting to know each other’ we had already launched into a hurried volley of tongue-dancing and lip-smacking.
I felt it all in my belly, in my core. A welling… I knew that I was going to be with my step-father tonight, and the thought turned me on so much.
He rolled up my dress up, before pulling it over my head. With my arms still up, he immediately kissed his way down the back of my arm, over my armpit, and the small bit of flesh that connected to my breast, and was being pushed outward by my bra. I shivered, and goose bumps exploded all over me.
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His hands were around me then, and he unclasped my bra, and then my breasts fell free, and he kissed me in between them, before taking a nipple into his mouth and suckling on it while rolling the other in between his finger, somehow plucking from my depths even more desire.
“Oh,” I breathed into the top of his head, holding it with one hand, and holding him tighter against my chest. He gave my nipple a small bite, and I laughed, pushing his head back. “Hey,” I said, wagging a finger at him. “Be gentle.”
We looked at each other for a moment, shared some kind of communication. I’m not sure what it was, but in that moment we somehow became closer, more intimate. Then his mouth was back around my nipple, and I arched my back and enjoyed it. His hands went down my sides, over my hips, until they were at my thighs. He rubbed the insides of my thighs, getting so close to my sex, my center, but never actually touching it.
God, it drove me wild. It made me tingle, and it made me shiver. I wanted him to just put his hands there, in between my legs. I wanted him not just to tease me, but to deliver me to heaven, to make me feel the clenching, exploding waves of bliss that orgasm brought.
“Daddy,” I moaned. I reached down and placed one of his hands over my sex. He didn’t need any more encouragement. He began to rub me through my thong, and I could feel my wetness. He played with my clit, now a hardened stub, and clearly visible, poking a little out through the thong.
“That feels good,” I whispered as he worked my clit. He lowered himself down my body, and then he was breathing on my sex, pulling my thong to the side.
The touch of his warm tongue against my small bundle of sensitive nerves set my senses on fire. I arched my back and twisted my nipples as he ate me, as he lapped at my dripping sex like a feral animal, bathing me in pleasure, winding me up. God, it felt good, and it excited me so much knowing that he was going to make me feel even better.
“I love the way you taste,” he groaned. His tongue was all over my clit, working it rhythmically, flicking it left and right over and over again. He settled into that rhythm, and it was all I could do not to thrash and squirm on the sofa.