by Candy Quinn
She felt Dylan lift her up onto her hands again, and her wandering tongue and open, yearning mouth was filled with his cock. She had to breathe through her nose while she sucked him off as he jerked himself, while her Daddy fucked her from behind with ever increasing pace and power.
She couldn’t moan because of the cock she had in her mouth, but God if she wanted to, if she wanted to express just what she was feeling, even if it was automatic. She wanted to scream, “Fuck me!” and “Harder!” and “Faster!” and “Daddy!” all at the top of her lungs.
And that was when it hit her, in the middle of being fucked at one end, and with a cock in the other. She was being fucked by her Daddy, a man she was secretly in love with. She was sucking on the cock of a total hottie in Dylan.
This was what she had said she wanted… or close enough to it.
How many people got what they wanted?
She sucked on Dylan’s cock with renewed effort, and was delighted when her Daddy reached around her hips to begin fingering her clit. God, he was good at that!
Relishing the feel of having one huge cock filling up her canal, and another in her mouth which she so desperately wanted to make feel good, she sucked and fucked like this was her last day on Earth. Moans and whimpers and cries interspersed, there was nothing more she loved at that very moment than being plundered for pleasure by the two sexy hunks she had on either end of her.
She noticed Dylan’s calves tense up in front of her, and she focused on working him, bobbing her head against his cock to the rhythm that he jerked himself. She rubbed her tongue endlessly against the back of his bell-end, where she knew that guys had that sensitive sliver of skin.
“Oh, Chastity,” he murmured, jerking himself faster. She braced herself, sucking hard on his bell, and when she heard him groan she closed her throat and waited for it.
“Fuck, Chas!” he cried, and his whole body jolted, and he fired a glob of his broiling seed into her mouth. And then a second. And then a third. It was so much that she couldn’t keep it from leaking out of the corners of her lips, and then collecting at her chin before dripping off.
“Oh, God, Chas, you know how to give a blowjob,” he groaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth. A strand of half-saliva, half-cum tethered them for a moment, mouth to cock, before it snapped beneath its own sticky weight.
She swallowed a mouthful of his seed, but when there was still more left in her mouth, she spat it out onto the sand below her, coughing and spluttering a little.
He took the side of his face into her hand and leaned forward quickly to kiss her, his tongue darting into her mouth, no doubt tasting his pungent ejaculate.
“God, you’re so hot,” he said, running a finger to her chin before stroking her lips. “I could fuck that pretty mouth of yours forever. But, for now, I’ll leave you two love birds to it.”
He got up then, and went back inside the cabin, and it was just her and her Daddy, fucking her from behind, left outside. She realized that he’d shared her. She’d been shared by her Daddy, a man she wasn’t even allowed to be fucking!
It was crazy!
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned, instinctively punching back with her hips with each of his powerful thrusts. She curled her back upward even more, like a cat stretching after a long nap, but his hand, with gentle insistence, came down on her lower back and straightened her out.
“Like this, baby,” he groaned. “It feels good for Daddy this way.”
“I just want you to feel good, Daddy,” she mewled, placing her hand over his where he was caressing her clit in rapid circles. “Come on Daddy! Fuck me harder! Make me scream!”
He definitely knew when to take a cue. He began to pummel into her, and Chastity was thrown into bliss and oblivion as her senses were all completely shut down but for what she felt in her core, in her center, in her womanhood. She was ablaze down there, in between her legs, and soon enough she felt that pressure building again, that gradual insistence in her belly, in her gut, that she needed to release, needed to simply explode in fireworks of ecstasy and utter joy.
“Ooohh,” she moaned, guiding his hand so that he rubbed her a little lower on her hood. After having come once, she needed a bit more direct stimulation, and now that he was practically rubbing her right on the little bundle of nerves that was her nubbin, she was right back in heaven.
“Oh, Daddy, come inside me!” she cried. “I want your baby!”
She had expected him to be checked by that. She had expected him to stop, and ask, “What?”
But he didn’t. He simply took her ear lobe into his mouth, leaning over her body, and sucked on it before whispering in her ear, “Daddy’s going to come inside you, baby, don’t you worry.”
He took a fistful of her hair, then, and yanked it so that she was looking up at the star-speckled sky. But take in the visage she did not, for her thoughts and focus were all on the fucking he was giving her. Even if some plane had flown a message into the sky in fluorescent smoke that glowed in the moonlight she would not have noticed it, for she was lost in a palace of pleasure, something ephemeral, something not quite of this world.
“Ugh,” she grunted, biting her lip, loving the dancing play of pain she felt from his pulling her hair, and pleasure she felt from his plunging his manhood into her womanhood. “Oh, God,” she groaned, feeling herself racing toward the precipice. Being fucked by a big, thick cock like his was simply amazing. Nothing could substitute that feeling. She knew she was being spoiled, that she would never accept less than he again.
“Oh, Daddy,” she cried, her whole body tensing up. “Oh, shit, Daddy. Just like that! Just like that! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
She groaned out into the night, teeth clenched, tendons jumping out of her neck as she was tipped over the edge. For a fleeting moment, she was trapped between the moment when her orgasm was about to explode, and the moment that would proceed it, when her orgasm would explode.
It was a strange feeling, like being caught in between two worlds.
But, the next moment, it had passed, and ecstasy was thrilling through her whole being. She was wracked by it, destroyed by it, and she tightened up so hard in her canal she thought that she might cramp.
“FUUUCK!” she cried, clenching around his thick dick as he fucked her through it, as he drove her through her pinnacle of pleasure, her height of being. “FUUUCK!”
She was soaring. She was in orbit. It radiated right down to her toes. She’d never felt so good in her whole fucking life!
“DADDY!” she shrieked as he pummeled her still, and plucked from her depths a second surprise orgasm. It was weaker, less intense, but still it shook her body, wreaked havoc with her nerves. And then she heard him grunt. She heard the single word:
“Baby!”
“Come in me, Daddy!” she cried, and he buried himself to the hilt one last time before she felt his enormous organ swell greatly inside her, and then twitch mightily, and she knew he was filling her with his boiling, gushing, creamy-white seed.
“Oh, baby, Chastity, yessss,” he groaned as he came inside her again and again and again. He had bottomed out, but still kept pushing into her as though he could reap more pleasure from her womanly depths.
And then he was slumped over her, panting, holding onto her body, their breathing once again coinciding, in unison.
“Baby girl,” he breathed, kissing her back in between where her shoulder blades met. “I love you so much.”
The declaration hit her right in the chest. She teared up. “I love you, too, Daddy.”
They stayed like that, him on top of her, for panting seconds and heaving minutes, until he finally pulled himself out of her, his still-hard cock dragging out with it gigantic globules of his cum that she felt dribble down the insides of her thighs.
She stood up, wiping a hand through her folds and looking at it. “You came a lot.”
“Yeah,” he said, shrugging. “You turn me on.”
“Guys come more
when they’re turned on?”
He shrugged again, before laughing. “I honestly don’t know, baby.”
She went to him and hugged him, then, and he held her in his arms. “Is this wrong, Daddy? These feelings I have for you?” She could still feel his hard prick against her abdomen.
“People will try to tell you it’s wrong, baby. But it’s not. Trust me.”
“But what will Mum think?”
He pushed her back so he could look into her eyes. “Do you want to tell her?”
She shook her head. “No. Let’s keep this our little secret.”
“Okay,” he said, nodding, and kissing her forehead. “Okay.”
“We’ll do this again, right? Go for a trip together? Be together?”
“Of course we will, darling. I want to be with you always.”
Chastity thought about it. “Then why don’t we make weekends our little bonding trips? I don’t think Mum will mind.”
He grinned at her, before bringing her in for another tight hug, and kissing her hard on her lips. “I think that’s a great idea, Chastity. But, there’s something else on my mind right now.”
She looked down at his crotch, and saw that his cock was still rock hard. “Daddy!” she said, wrapping her fingers around his thick tool.
“Baby,” he groaned, holding the side of her face with one hand and kissing her. “It’s all you.”
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18
Taboo Passions: Sylvia & Zach (Complete)
By Candy Quinn
Sylvia
“Stop it!” she shrieked, running towards her step-brother and trying to tackle him to the ground.
He was too fast, though, and laughed on the phone, keeping it away from her. It didn’t help that he was over six feet tall and she was five-foot-nothing. Or that she was a gymnast and he was on the football team. He weighed at least two of her!
“Naw, Jacob, she’s been talking about you all day,” Zach said into the phone and Sylvia blanched.
“I was not!”
Zach laughed again, moving away from Sylvia, tormenting her about having a crush on his best friend. They were both on the team together, and Sylvia didn’t miss a single game despite the fact that she hated her brother, and that she hated football almost as much.
Zach dodged out of the way of her next jump as she tried to steal the phone away, his hand going to her collarbone and holding her just out of the way. It was juvenile, despite the fact that they were both heading to college in the next four months.
They were both eighteen, their birthdays only three days from one another, but they fought like kids ever since their parents married five years ago.
“Zach, stop,” she pleaded, her slim, pale arms reaching out for the phone again and again as he held her in place. Then, suddenly, he let her go and ran to the side, up the stairs and into his bedroom, quickly locking it behind him.
“Crap,” Sylvia sighed, her face contorted as she head up the stairs to her own bedroom and flung herself on the bed.
It was still decorated like she was a little girl. When her mother had decided to move in with Zach’s father, she was only thirteen and, as a way to convince Sylvia to agree, she’d painted it a bright pink. Her furniture was all white, all of the sheets and pillows a pale pink colour to fit in.
Part of Sylvia wanted to replace it all, but she knew that in a couple months she’d be gone from College, and she’d be forced to act her age. So why shouldn’t she just enjoy the little time she had left to be a princess?
It was a stupid fantasy, of course. That her brother’s friend would sweep her off her feet, get her pregnant and give her an excuse to leave gymnastics. It was too competitive, and every year it got a little bit harder to improve. Stressing out about competing and improving herself was not the future she had in mind for herself.
She turned onto her side on the bed, clutching the pink pillow to her head and she wondered what Jacob was thinking about what Zach had told him.
It was still daylight, but Sylvia’s blue eyes closed and her hand went between her thighs. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t proper — especially not during the middle of the afternoon — but Sylvia couldn’t deny that the thought of Jacob ‘rescuing’ her didn’t turn her on. And if she needed to touch herself a little to calm down, then that was what she was going to do.
Her golden hair fanned out around her face, left down from her usual bun, and gave her a bit more comfort.
The door was closed, her parents out, and Zach was in his own room. It was as close to privacy as she ever got.
Sylvia was still a virgin, but she knew how to stay that way. She would’ve given it up to the first guy who looked at her if it wasn’t for the fact that she’d learned how to masturbate young. Learned all about her body and the way she wanted to be touched.
It helped, too, that a careless store clerk had let her buy a vibrator from the sex store in town. Or maybe the woman just understood how much young women needed to get off more than she understood the laws to prevent them to.
Either way, Sylvia reached into her hiding place, and took hold of the egg shaped device.
Her slim body stretched out over the bed, getting herself comfortable. It was late spring, so all she wore was a simple t-shirt and her jean shorts. It was a nice, lazy Sunday, and she wasn’t even wearing her bra. Though Zach would always hatefully remind her that she didn’t need one.
The size of her chest didn’t matter, she told herself. It was just as responsive as any other, and she brushed her fingers over her breast then, through the soft material of her shirt. Just with that, her nipples hardened in response, and it made her lips quirk into a smile.
She was proud of that. She didn’t know why, but it just pleased her knowing she was so easily aroused. Her legs parted, and she turned the egg-vibrator on, bringing it first to her left breast. She pressed it onto her nipple, letting the vibrations go through her and made her mouth part with a soft moan.
She knew she still had to be quiet. Zach’s room was at the other end of the hall, but she was between his room and the bathroom, so she bit down on her lip.
In her mind, she conjured up the image of Jacob, with his slick black hair and his devilish grin. He had pointed canines, and always looked like he was up to something. Totally different than her, with her pink bedroom and her dreams of being a mother.
It wasn’t like he was really a bad-boy, though he did smoke pot and got drunk a few times. Not that Sylvia ever went to those wild house parties, but she saw him and Jacob come home more than a few times plastered.
Sylvia gripped her other breast through her t-shirt before she instead shifted, taking it off. It was getting in the way.
Free, her pinkish nipples poked upwards, off the soft little mounds of her breasts. She was almost flat chested, with just small, pert breasts, but lying on her back made it look like she had almost nothing there.
It bugged the shit out of her, not that she’d ever confess that to anyone. That was one reason why she wanted to get pregnant so bad, so that they’d swell up a bit more. Being a gymnast kept her body fat incredibly low, and getting out of that would also help swell them up some more too, she reckoned.
She tweaked the nipple and let out a soft moan before she could stop herself. She liked it a bit rough, and she tugged it again, this time a bit harder.
Her pussy throbbed, and she licked her lips, beginning to get into the act. Fantasizing that it was Jacob pulling her nipple into his fingers, tugging it so hard it hurt a little before letting it bounce back.
She couldn’t stifle another moan, so she instead hit the switch on her stereo, turning on some music just loud enough to drown out her pleasure. She really wanted to enjoy it.
She moaned as she pressed the egg between her thighs, over the denim of her jean shorts. It numbe
d a lot of the sensation, though, and it only took her a second to decide she needed to be rid of those too.
She shimmied out of them, bringing down her panties as well. She was completely shaved, on account of her sport. It wouldn’t do well to have any hair sticking out of her leotard, after all.
Besides, just after she’d done it the first time, she’d found the sensation she got when masturbating was so much stronger. Even if she didn’t have to, she’d keep herself bare, just for that.
Teasing herself with her finger, drawing out some of that slick juice, she moaned again and her nipples tightened.
She’d already decided the next time she went to the sex store, she wanted to get nipple clamps, to see how they felt. She’d nicked two clothes pins from the laundry room, though, and they were waiting in the drawer next to her.
As she lowered the vibrating egg towards her teen pussy, she wondered if she should try them then. She was already so horny, so needy, and her mind was fogged with thoughts of Jacob finding her like this: touching her sweet, pink pussy on her bed. So she reached out, fumbling open the drawer and retrieved the two clothes pins. She brought them to her stomach, touching the vibration directly to her cunny.
It was like sweet, blissful relaxation and she moaned louder, the sound of the music helping to drown out her moans. She left the clips on her tight, flat stomach as she brought a hand up to her nipples, tugging at it hard, trying to get it as stiff as possible.
Then she grabbed for one of the clothespins, and, with the vibrator shoved firmly against her clit, she clipped it on her nipple.
The sensation was too much, though, and she screamed in shock. Her thighs clenched around the vibrating egg, and she tried to undo the clip but just then she felt such an intense sensation go through her that she was entirely helpless to stop.