"How's it feel?" I whispered softly in her ear, tugging at her lobe with my teeth.
"It hurts. It's like you're tearing me apart," she said, groaning and shifting her weight. "But... it feels so amazing. How do I feel? Is your little sister’s pussy good?"
She gave another pained moan. "Oh my god, fuck me, please, make me hurt. I don't care; I just want to be yours."
We kissed hard as I began to thrust into her. She tore her lips away from me for a second.
"No, fast! Fuck me!"
I gave into her demands and began to ram her as fast and hard as I could. She began to shriek and scream, and thrust up against me, meeting my thrusts. The pain seemed to lessen slowly as we fucked and she was moaning soon, begging for more.
"Oh, god, it feels so good!" she screamed throatily, going a bit hoarse. I rammed her tightness harder and harder and she shouted hard, shuddering and screaming and wiggling under me. Each thrust, each pound sent her into pleasure convulsions. When she squirmed and wiggled around my cock, it made it even better for me. She was so wet, so tight, so soft and velvety and smooth that it drove me crazy. I fucked the tight, virgin cunt harder, I think, than I've ever fucked anything before.
How long did we do it for? Maybe twenty minutes. Once Amanda got going, she didn't want to stop.
She was still crying but she was begging for it harder and harder. She was really getting wild, biting me and crying for more cock. Pretty soon, I couldn't take any more.
I pounded her hard, harder than I had even before, pressing her hard into the couch. She gave a loud scream followed up by a moan as I came into her. She was squirming under me, her pussy sucking up all my cum.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," she repeated over and over. Finally, she began to calm down and I all but collapsed against her. We just panted together, satisfied after a good, hard fuck but still wanting more.
"That was amazing," Amanda whispered. I kissed her and her eyes were shining.
Even Further
"Can I put it in your ass?" I asked, politely as I could, after several moments of cuddling and stroking. My hands were on her tits and her nipples were still hard as little rocks.
"Of course," she said, smilng. "Did I say I was all yours tonight? You can fuck my ass a hundred times and I won't mind."
I smiled and kissed her hard. As we kissed, I slid my hand around to her nice little ass and pushed a finger into her from behind and--oh my god--she was even tighter there than in her pussy.
She winced a bit as I fingered her from behind and I told her to relax and she did and it was a bit easier then. Another finger went in and she was moaning and grunting softly.
After about five minutes of fingering, Amanda was obviously becoming impatient.
"Just put it in," she ordered. "That's the only way I'll get stretched out, anyway."
That was true. So, like I had done to my step-cousin the summer before, I put her legs up on my shoulders as I pressed my cock against her asshole. I pushed against her and... my cock wouldn't go in. She was simply too small.
"What's the hold up?" Amanda asked.
"You're too small. I don't think I can get in."
"Well, try... Spread me out or something!"
I did what she said, spreading her ass wide and that gave me just enough room to get the head in. There was still no chance of my thick cock fitting into her tight little back hole, however.
Then, I got a nasty idea—a truly filthy fucking idea. I knelt in front of her, spreading her ass cheeks, began to lick her asshole slowly. It was so nice and clean and delicious—I love the texture of her butt hole, the tight, puckered flesh, and the way she trembled and moaned as I touched her, as my tongue slid over her rapidly moistening hole.
“Oh, god!” my little sister moaned. “That’s so nasty…”
“But you like it,” I said teasingly. She just moaned in response. There was nothing else she could do—she was like putty in my hands as I lapped at her ass, slobbering on it, knowing I would have to get her sopping wet to fit my fat, throbbing cock in her tight little ass.
Finally, I decided she was ready. I was going to fuck my little step in the ass. I was going to make her my little whore—the girl I had grown up with, the girl I had sheltered from fear and whom I had always helped…
I was going to pound her ass.
I pressed my thick, hard dick against her wet little ass. Amanda groaned and there began to slow, arduous conquest of her behind. I pushed in and she groaned slowly.
"Oh, fuck..." she moaned. "Shit, shit, shit... You're tearing me apart. My big brother is tearing me apart!"
"Should I stop?"
"No... no, fuck me, I'm yours," she repeated, pressing her ass against me. This drove me in a bit deeper but I was no more than a quarter of the way in. She groaned even louder as I forced more of myself into her, spreading her ass and almost ripping it. I decided, then, to work with what I had and I slowly began to thrust, pushing in and out of the small part of her ass I had already ripped into.
With each thrust, I went in a little deeper and a little further with each thrust. Soon, I was pumping half my cock in and out of her and before long, she was stretched wide around my cock and I was slowly but strongly pistoning my dick in and out of her poor, slightly bloodied asshole.
"Oh, god, fuck me," Amanda begged. I leaned in to kiss her and she bit and tugged at my lips pathetically, begging for more. I dug my fingers into her cunt and rubbed at her G-spot, that little spot that drives girls wild when properly stimulated. I don't usually use it on the first date, so to speak, since it tends to freak girls out but Amanda was an exception.
I rubbed it hard and she moaned loud, pressing simultaneously against my fingers and my cock in her ass. It was the most amazing feeling--the burning tightness of her ass, plus her hot, wet, sticky cunt. I could actually feel my cock through her pussy and my fingers through her asshole.
Our fucking began to pick up. I was ramming more and more of my cock into her and she was screaming now, both from my claiming of her ass and my vicious fingering. I wanted to make her squirt, I decided.
I was pretty close to cumming and by now, I had full embedded my cock in her asshole and proceeded to tear it apart as best I could. Amanda moaned and screamed appreciatively, kissing me hard and sloppy, so that saliva hung down in strings from our lips.
We came at almost the same time. She began to cum, squirting hot, milky juice at my belly, her body convulsing and shaking and she screaming, her tongue still in my mouth. One of my hands was groping her tiny titty while the other was getting drenched with her pussy juices. Her ass constricted hard around my cock and she managed to squeeze the cum out of me. I blew her, spraying my seed deep into her tight abused ass.
Once we were done, we sort of collapsed against one another, too tired even to kiss. We lay there for about half in our, covered in juice, both of us very well fucked. Finally, after a few kisses, we got up, dressed, and returned to the party. Amanda sat cuddled with me the rest of the night
Coming Of Age With My Step
“We do have one weird tradition. No one really knows where it came from or why we still do it but… It’s always been done… It’s called Coming of Age.”
Jessica is finally eighteen and in her rural farming community, that means one thing: it’s time for her Coming of Age ceremony.
An old pagan tradition kept alive into the twenty-first century, Jessica is to be led into the center of the town where her friends and family will watch as the head of her household makes love to her for the first time, initiating her into womanhood…
Don’t miss this spooky and sexy taboo step thriller from Ramona Scarlett!
My name is Jessica and I’m eighteen years old. I live in a tiny town in the middle of Indiana that you’ve almost definitely never heard of. It’s a bland little farming community that’s been there for nearly two hundred years. It’s boring as hell, for the most part.
For the most part.
See, we do have one weird traditio
n. No one really knows where it came from or why we still do it but… It’s always been done. That’s just the way it is. No one really talks about it or questions it, which is strange, because it’s so weird. I think I remember someone, maybe my uncle, commenting that it was an old Pagan tradition, brought by the original Finnish settlers to the area. And we’ve just… kept doing it.
It’s called Coming of Age.
This is what happens:
On the night of every girl’s eighteenth birthday, she’s taken from her bed and led to the middle of the town square. There, people from the town, anyone who wants to watch, will be assembled, all wearing masks, so that she can’t see who’s there and who isn’t. The only person who isn’t wearing a mask is her father. He takes her into the middle of the square and bends her over a monument—a big, stylized sarcophagus symbolizing unknown soldiers or veterans or something like that. Then, he strips her and takes her virginity. In theory, I mean, she’s supposed to be a virgin and it doesn’t usually end up like that but that’s how it goes.
I guess it’s technically illegal but the cops tolerate it and even participate in it. Just last week, I went to my friend Jackie’s and watched as her father, the local commissioner, held her down and pumped her pussy hard while she moaned, begging for him to make her cum, asking if she was as tight as her mother…
But the weird thing, of course, is that no one ever talks about it. Everyone knows about it. Everyone knows how it works. But no one ever talks about it. No one ever asks the girls if they want their daddies to take their virginities. The girls don’t even really talk about it afterward. I thought about asking Jackie the next morning at school, what it was like to have her own father fuck her, but from behind my bunny mask in the square, I could clearly see that she was enjoying it, so why even bother? I didn’t want to embarrass her. I would definitely be ashamed if my friends saw me fucking my own father…
Yet, I knew the day would come, before long, when I would turn eighteen and my own father would pull me out of bed late at night and take me to the middle of the town square and fuck me. I should mention that he’s technically my step-father but he married my mother shortly after I was born, after my real dad ran out on my mom, so he’s really the only father I’ve ever known.
“Excited for your birthday, kiddo?” my father asked one evening over dinner. I looked up at him, my eyes wide.
“Um, yeah, of course.”
“I think you’ll really like what your mom and I got you…”
My mother beamed from over her plate of spaghetti. “I think we really outdid ourselves this year, honey.”
I looked down at my own dinner.
“I’m sure I’ll love it, mom, dad,” I mumbled, turning my fork around in my pasta.
The usual boring dinner table conversation began once again and I sighed. The fact was… I had been looking forward to my own Coming of Age. For a long time. Ever since I began to understand what was happening every few evenings in the town square. Ever since I was old enough to go with my parents and bear witness to the young girls getting fucked into adulthood. The fact was, I loved the idea of everyone in town watching me, admiring my private parts. I loved the idea of my teachers, my friends, people I didn’t even know, all watching me, all admiring my breasts, my pussy, my ass, the way I moan for my daddy…
Even more than that, though, I guess you could say I’ve had a crush on my daddy for a long, long time. Ever since I started feeling sexual, ever since I started getting little titties, I have found myself fantasizing about my daddy… Fantasizing about his muscular, handsome body, his long… cock. I shuddered and shivered to think about it. To think about what my happen if my daddy were on top of me, fucking me.
You see, my daddy is really handsome. He’s a big, tall man, with light blonde hair, a dirty blonde-red beard, and broad shoulders that carry pounds and pounds of muscle. Was he really going to be taking me hard in front of my friends and family, in front of everyone I knew, in just a few short days?
I counted down the last few days to my birthday with a mixture of excitement and dread. Dread because of the obvious, extreme embarrassment I was in for. The potential for earth-shattering, never-ending shame. I could go on.
And excitement because… Well, I wanted it. I wanted it bad.
I found myself, the evening before my birthday, admiring my young, firm body in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I was naked, having just showered, and even though I knew it was vain, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my firm young tits, standing perky and proud on my chest, or the neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair between my legs. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my pierced belly-button or my thin shoulders and curved waist. I had the body of a woman now, but damned if I felt like a little girl still. Maybe that was the idea of Coming of Age.
A knock came on my door. I all but jumped out of my skin and threw a towel on.
“Yes?”
“Jessica, hun, did you finish all your homework?” It was my dad. I found myself blushing in spite of myself.
“Um, yes, daddy,” I called back.
“Good. Have a good night, sweetie—I’m hitting the hay early.”
“Love you, daddy,” I replied, without even thinking about it. But upon reflection, I was glad I said it—because I did love him! He was my daddy after all, and he had stood by me and loved me through thick and thin. Maybe part of me was even especially excited that pretty soon, he would be taking my virginity…
I just couldn’t get used to the thought, though. I couldn’t get used to the idea that before long, I would have my daddy inside of me… For all the town to see.
~
I blew out the eighteen candles on my cake. My family and friends gathered around me, their smiles concealing what would become my fate. There was Jackie, grinning like a fool. There were my friends Martha and Tom, my mother, and then… My father. A camera obscured his face as he snapped a picture.
“That’s my girl,” he said with a big grin. “What did you wish for, hun?”
“Oh, she can’t tell you that! If she does, it won’t come true!”
“Ugh, of course! I totally forgot.”
My dad clapped me on the shoulder. “Then you better just keep that wish to yourself, kiddo.”
And, what did I wish for, you might be wondering?
I wished that I’d like the way my daddy fucked me. I wished that it would be just how I had imagined it when sliding my fingers over my slicked pussy, foreseeing the ways he would touch me, the ways he would hold me down and grunt and groan as he pounded me. I wished that he would be just a little rough with me, make it hurt just a little bit, make me moan and beg for more, more, more… God, I hated myself for wishing all these things but I did. Oh, boy, did I ever…
My birthday party went as you or anyone else might have expected. We had cake. We had a big dinner. My parents trotted me out to the driveway to see my present, a vintage Ford Mustang that I had been fantasizing about (when I wasn’t fantasizing about my daddy) for years. And then, before I knew it, it was ten o’clock and the party was over. My friends dispersed into the night, shooting me parting glances that seemed to warn me, tell me to be strong… So, of course, they knew what was about to happen. Everyone in town knew. Every single person in town would be out in the square, waiting with bated breath to see me get fucked. To see my daddy take my virginity hard and take it fast and make me moan like a whore…
I got ready for bed. I paused, looking over my pajamas. Well, I might as well give everyone a nice show. Underneath my pajamas, I put on my sexiest underwear. You know, really kinky Victoria’s Secret type of stuff. Normally, I wouldn’t wear it to bed, of course, but I knew I wouldn’t be in bed for very long. I was just glad that it was a warm night and I wouldn’t be too cold.
I washed up, making sure I was clean, that I smelled good, that I had brushed my teeth. Finally, it was eleven and I knew there was nothing else I could do to put off the inevitable.
Once in bed, I fell asle
ep quickly. I had only just begun to dream, imagining I was in the clutches of a giant octopus, when I was shaken awake. My father stood over me.
“It’s time, baby,” he whispered.
~
He led me out of the house and into town. All along the streets, I saw people in masks trickling out of their homes, making their way to the town square. Were they really all coming to watch me? This was more than I had ever seen!
“Looks like you’re popular,” my daddy murmured, and gave my butt an affectionate squeeze. I yelped but there was nothing I could do. He would be doing much, much worse before long.
Finally, we arrived in the town square. We waited a few minutes, allowing the spectators to gather around us, milling about, their eyes seeming to glow behind their masks. What were they thinking? Were they already looking over my body, imagining what I would look like moaning and naked, impaled by my daddy’s cock?
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