by Gia Blue
It took her a moment to realize that it wasn’t because Jason didn’t want to hug her, not because he wasn’t pleased that she loved his photograph, but that it was because his penis was responding to the pressure of her body against his. Sara had wondered how he would stand up against his brother, or his nephews. She knew her stepdad and stepbrothers inside out, but Jason was still her mystery man.
They were standing there, his hands on her bare waist where her crop top finished, her hands still on his upper arms…then she was sliding her hands up and up until she was cupping his face and he was dipping his head towards hers.
When his mouth touched hers, she barely held back the moan erupting in her throat. His tongue searched and found hers and then they were greedily sucking at each other, his hands sliding under her top and round to stroke her peaked nipples through her lacy bra. Sara found herself pushing into him, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air, until their bodies were curved together and she was tugging at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans.
Grappling with the buttons she undid his shirt quickly, running her hands over the hard muscles that were evidence of hours in the gym. Detaching for the merest moment, her breath as ragged as his, Sara wondered if she was really going to do this, if she was really going to get naked with Uncle Jason and screw him six ways to Sunday. One look at him, one single look that took in the way he was gazing back at her through lusty eyes told her that hell, yes, she was.
“Come here,” she said, crooking an index finger at him, pulling him in to kiss her again before stepping back. Reaching for the hem of her top she pulled it over her head so she was clad in just her shorts and bra. “Still like what you see?”
Jason’s eyes flicked to the open book where she floated naked on the flat page and back again to the real life view. “Yes, I do,” he said, the corners of his mouth tipping upwards into a smile.
“Want to see more?” she teased. She bit her lip softly, waiting for his answer, hoping he was game.
Instead of answering, Jason stepped forward, circled her in his arms, one hand sliding up her back and with a flick of his fingers, her bra was undone.
“Smooth.” She grinned as the straps slid off her shoulders, exposing high, firm breasts that were as tanned as the rest of her thanks to her penchants for nude sunbathing in the privacy of her back yard. She tossed the bra on the counter. “Your turn,” she ordered.
Jason shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. “More,” he said, simply.
She slid the solo button undone and tugged the zipper of her shorts, before pushing them down her long legs and stepping out of them. She was left in a little thong that barely covered anything. “Now you.”
She was dying to see what he was packing under the baggy linen pants he wore. Most of all, Sara liked the way he played along, liked the way he told her exactly what he wanted, enjoyed the way he stripped when she insisted, his eyes never leaving hers as he stepped out of his pants.
Next she slipped off the thong so he could see her freshly shaved pussy. She’d had a hankering to do it just that morning, right after she’d bought a new itty bitty bikini perfect for the beach party she was heading to later with some college buddies, but no man had seen it yet. The reaction she was getting was exactly what she wanted: tenting in Jason’s boxers.
He stepped towards her and, gripping her waist again in both big hands, picked her up, depositing her on the counter, spreading her legs so her feet were resting on the bar stools. He looked at her for a long moment then stepped in again, kissing her fully on the mouth, moving downwards as she sighed for more, so he could kiss her neck, her shoulder, across each breasts, taking his time to lick her nipples, his teeth delicately grazing them before he sucked each peak. Moving in a trail down her stomach, Jason’s hands were solid on her thighs as he held them open.
One long lick of her slit made Sara throw back her head, her arms barely supporting her as she leant back while Jason found her clit and flicked it with his tongue. Every touch was having her panting and squirming on the cold counter, then Jason’s fingers were prying her folds apart and he was licking her in long, languid laves. Her nipples had stiffened like her clit had a direct dial line to them, and Sara couldn’t help but reach with one hand to run her fingers over the pert globes, stroking each peak, hoping like hell she didn’t fall off the counter before she climaxed.
When she felt his finger enter her, she gasped, then he was sliding in another finger, stopping to twist and then stroking her G-spot expertly while his mouth kissed her pussy lips, his tongue sliding and searching for that soft nub of nerves as his other arm wrapped around her butt, giving her some support.
“Oh, yes, Jason, right there!” Tingles spread through her. The double assault on her pussy had her writhing now, as she felt an orgasm building inside her. It was starting somewhere in her core, and spreading like heat across her skin, and Sara knew she was going to come quickly on Jason’s mouth.
When she started to squirm, he pulled his fingers out, leaving her empty and wanting. Wrapping both arms around her, he buried his head between her legs, his tongue taking over and licking her until she couldn’t hold off anymore and her climax ripped through her like a white hot explosion.
When Jason finally rose from between her legs, she thought he looked pretty damn pleased with himself, his mouth and jaw shiny with her cream. Reaching for him she kissed her juices from his lips and whispered, “I hope you fuck like you lick.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, her clit brushing against his stomach, until she felt so sensitive she wasn’t sure she could take anymore.
“If you liked my tongue, you’re going to love my cock.” He sucked her lip between his, letting it go quickly to twirl his tongue with hers.
“You seem so sure of yourself,” Sara whispered as he pulled away.
“Let’s find out.”
Sara had no idea what Jason had planned when he swept her off the counter, but spinning her around and bending her over was a pretty big clue. His feet went between hers, nudging them apart so she readied herself, bracing for the moment when Jason would enter her. She’d seen his penis briefly before he’d eaten her out, and she couldn’t want to get his big, juicy cock inside her.
A moment later and Jason’s cock was brushing her entrance, his thick head giving little pushes to slide inside. Jason felt bigger than she’d expected, his cock thick and wide, and she groaned at the delicious feeling of him filling her up.
The aftershocks of her orgasm may have subsided but she still felt super sensitive and every touch from Jason felt electric, making her wriggle against him. Placing his hands over hers on the counter, he held her in place while he withdrew and plunged deep into her, again and again.
“Harder!” she gasped, loving the feeling of his dick driving into her, stretching her pussy with every slam. Jason drove into her harder, so hard that her scream of pleasure echoed through the open plan house. The sound of his balls hitting the base of her ass was like a soft echo.
He pounded her pussy causing her to scream and demand that he go faster and harder.
“You’re a bossy little slut,” Jason gasped, between thrusts. “It’s time you got taught a lesson.”
“Wha…” Sara didn’t have time to gasp a question before Jason had withdrawn, leaving her flailing forwards to the counter. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her roughly to the stairs and with his hand clamped around hers she had no choice but to follow him up the stairs and cross the glass-walled mezzanine. In his bedroom, Jason pushed her onto the bed before turning away to rummage in the nightstand drawer.
“What are you doing?” Sara finally forced out the words as Jason turned back to her.
“It’s time you got told what to do, instead of ordering men around.” Jason tossed the handful of things he’d retrieved on to the bed and reached for her. His dick was still hard and she opened her mouth, thinking he wanted her to blow him, maybe even deepthroat him, but no, he flipped her over onto her stomach li
Sara tugged at her wrists and found herself caught, each wrist encircled with a black fabric cuff with a length of slim chain that Jason was connecting to the headboard.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked, panicking as he moved down her body to grab an ankle. She was flat on her stomach and could just turn her head enough to see Jason cuff her second ankle, another length of chain snapping around a rail that ran alongside the bed.
“Tying you up, obviously. You ever been tied up before?” Jason grinned wickedly at her.
She shook her head. One guy had suggested it, but she’d been worried that he’d do it then leave her there, or do something she didn’t want, so she’d always refused. But Jason was different, she trusted him. Sara was surprised to find her heart racing, not in panic, but with anticipation of what could happen.
“There will be no faster, no harder. I’ll call the shots and if you want my cock inside you, you’ll do exactly what I want. Now, say yes please or I’ll untie you and you won’t get anything.”
Sara drew in a breath and gave her wrists a discreet tug, hearing the chain lightly rattle against the headboard. She desperately wanted Jason to keep fucking her, but she’d never expected him to be so…kinky. The idea of being tied up and fucked was unnerving and exciting at the same time. What if he did things she didn’t like? What if she loved everything he gave to her while she was under his power? She hated the idea of being so vulnerable, at a man’s mercy, but also strangely…exhilarated. Jason could do anything he wanted to her.
Biting her lip, Sara whispered, “Yes, please.”
“Louder.”
“Yes please!”
Jason didn’t ask again, instead he positioned himself behind her, lifted her hips up and slid back inside, pressing her shoulders into the covers so her head was on the bed and her ass and pussy in the air. She pulled back on her restraints wanting to reposition herself, but she could barely move her arms or her legs from how he had arranged her. It was frustrating not being able to do exactly what she wanted, instead waiting for what she would get. Submissive had never been her game, but it was like his dick was rewarding her compliance. Maybe, just maybe, she could let go and totally enjoy it.
What she was getting was more than good enough to lose herself in the moment. With every thrust she could feel a little more of her cream trailing down her thighs, and the mental image of his cock, slick and juicy, sliding into her only turned her on more.
Sara concentrated and flexed her inner muscles, tightening her pussy’s grip around Jason’s cock, smiling to herself when he grunted, withdrew and slammed back inside. His thrusts became shallow, slower.
Opening her mouth to protest, she closed it quickly again when when she felt his hand running over one cheek then sliding down her seam, pausing at her puckered hole.
Her eyes widened as she felt him press a finger experimentally against her ass. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had a man fuck her ass, but she was ready to orgasm around his dick right now. The pressure of him holding her down with one hand, while she felt him thickening inside her was enough to push her to the tip, but not over.
“I’m going to fuck your ass,” Jason said, pressing a thumb into her hole.
“Fuck,” she groaned against the sheets. “Fuuuuck!”
“You got it.” He was stretching her slightly, twisting his thumb and adding another finger, stretching her slowly, preparing her to be impaled on his cock.
Sara panted into the sheets as Jason stopped thrusting. He withdrew slowly then repositioned so that she could feel him pressing his cock at her asshole, and then pushing once, twice, and on the third time, his pussy-lubed dick was squeezing inside, just passing her tight muscle to gently enter her ass. She felt that sensation of fire, at once testing and pleasing her.
Despite the restraints, despite knowing Jason was in charge, Sara, impatiently, pushed back on him and took him all the way in, his balls resting on her lower ass as his fingers dug into her back.
He picked up the pace, rocking into her until she was screaming again, not caring how loud she was being as her second orgasm ripped through her, so intense that she thought she might faint. Her muscles clamped around Jason’s cock, milking him until he cried out and unloaded his seed inside her. When he pulled out, she collapsed face forward on the bed, breathing hard through the aftershocks of a damn fine fucking. She felt dizzy, weak…and still tied up. Damn Jason. He was good.
“Untie me.” Her words came out muffled so she shifted her head away from the pillow and muttered them again.
Jason crawled over, untying each limb then collapsing against her.
“Why haven’t we done that before?” Sara asked when her breathing was even again.
“Because you’re fucking Nate, Rick and TJ. Hard to get a look in, no pun intended.”
Sara rolled over and sat up in shock, gaping at Jason. “How do you know?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. She had done everything she could to keep her various relationships quiet. Snatched moments here and there, time when she could get it with each of her guys. It was frustrating at times, tiring and so, so exciting. Some days she felt like she was floating through life, waiting for her next adventure to begin with one of her favorite guys.
“I didn’t. It was a guess, until now. So you’re screwing them all, huh?”
“Yeah, and you can’t say anything.”
“Why not?”
“Because Nate doesn’t know about TJ and Rick, and TJ and Rick know about each other but not Nate.” Crap. Her life was getting way too complicated.
“You ever thought about just picking one and sticking to him?”
Sara frowned. “Where’s the fun in that?” It wasn’t like she hadn’t thought of it though, but she couldn’t imagine staying with Nate and only Nate, and she’d started thinking of her stepbrothers as a package deal, who would fuck her together, or separately, or one after the other. Now Nate’s brother was in the mix. She was either the luckiest girl in the world, or she was totally screwed. Well, she was definitely screwed and right now, in the most fantastic way. She flopped back on the bed.
Jason rolled his head towards her and, unexpectedly laughed. “What are you going to do when one of them bows out?”
“Respect their decision.” Yeah, she’d thought about that, too.
“And when one of them wants to be your only guy?”
“Hell if I know.” Sara rolled onto her side and faced him. “Are you going to keep my secret?”
“For now.”
“Thank you.”
Jason laughed again. “Damn girl, you are going to get into serious trouble.”
“I hope so. You can tie me up again if I get too naughty.”
“You got yourself a deal.”
Sara shuffled forward and kissed him. She had an idea things were probably going to get a whole lot naughtier in her crazy life.
About the Author
Sophia’s role in life is to give you more bang for your buck and that means plenty of naughty stories for you. If you enjoyed this title, you might enjoy more stories about Sara fucking her way through the men in her stepfamily, such as Stepdaughter Seduction, Scoring With My Stepbrothers and her gangbang adventure Four For Me.
Check out Sophia’s new releases, upcoming titles, special offers and more at www.sophiavale.com.
Daddy’s Little Doll – Lola Swain
My mother is fucking my stepbrother Billy.
She’s cheating on her husband, my stepfather Michael.
I can’t really blame her I suppose. My stepbrother, besides being chauvinistic, opinionated and bordering on sociopathic, is hot. Billy is twenty-years-old, in college studying to be a lawyer, tall, dark, handsome, an aspiring manipulative prick. Yes, I want him.
I remember a quote, something Agatha Christie said: “Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists.” It’s true, no?
After he found out I saw my mother and him fucking, he came to my room in the middle of the night. I woke up with his hand over my mouth and his hard body on top of mine. I went to sleep after he made me lick his cum off my sheets while he watched. What happened in between, well it left an imprint.
He branded my brain with something that makes me crave him. Before he left, he threatened me. Well he believed it was a threat, but to me it was a promise; the hope of more from him. He said if I told my stepfather Michael about him and my mother, I would get it ten times worse than he gave it to me that night. That’s all I needed to hear. And I decided to tell my stepfather about Billy and my mother. I needed to find out what ten times worse with Billy felt like when what I got felt as good as it did.
I sat at the breakfast table with my stepsister Jessica, my brother Dylan, Michael and my mother Lana and I thought about my evening with Billy. Thought about how he whipped my ass with his leather belt, how he got behind me and rubbed his thick cock against my soaking wet pussy until we both came. How he grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed my face into the spot on my bed where he came and made me lick his sweet jizz off the bed. The ache came back to my pussy as I recalled the details of our tryst.
“Kitten, are you feeling alright?” my mother asked.
“Yeah, you look kind of flush,” Jessica, said.
I ignored them. I didn’t want to break my concentration and lose the sweet recall of my time with Billy. I had to have him again. The problem with Billy is he has a million girls. I don’t even know why he’s bothering to fuck with my mother. He can and does have any girl he wants. And my mother, while hot, is not a 19-year-old sorority girl.
-->