by Angel Honey
I tore my mouth from Daddy’s. “Chris, that hurts.”
“Don’t complain, Ella,” Dad said. “Be a good girl.”
And he was right. Soon the rough touches were making my skin feel like it was glowing. Red hot. David reached down and started stroking my pussy gently, keeping the fire burning. And I let them. Let them do anything they wanted.
They arranged me so that I was kneeling on the bed, looking up at Daddy through my lashes.
“Taste,” he said, pressing his large, thick cock against my lips. It left a trail of precum behind as he rubbed it back and forth. “Stick out your tongue.”
I did, and he rubbed the head of his cock over it, moaning. “Lick it.”
Obeying, I licked Daddy’s cock like a lollypop. The more I licked, the harder it seemed until it was rigid like iron. Then I felt something press against my pussy. David!
“Fill her mouth,” my brother said, and Daddy pushed his cock between my lips and over my tongue, relentlessly shoving his shaft deeper into my mouth until I gagged. He pulled out a little, but didn’t remove it completely.
“This might hurt a little,” David said chuckled, his hands on my hips. “But you’re so perfect and I’m going to make you feel so good.” He slid himself under me so that I was straddling his cock. I felt the head of his cock draw away from my body and then it returned with a vengeance. Not giving any consideration to my tightness, he pushed into my pussy until he reached my hymen.
“Oh fuck, she’s fucking tight,” he said.
“Her mouth perfect, too,” Daddy said, thrusting shallowly in and out of my mouth. “She knows just when to lick and suck.” I felt my face heat with a bright red blush.
“Some girls are naturals,” Chris said, then stroked my hair as David gripped my heads, shoved forward forward and tore my hymen, pushing all the way into my pussy. I would have screamed, but all I did was massage Daddy’s cock with my throat.
The two men developed a rhythm, one pushing into me and forcing me harder onto the other. My eyes watered and my soaked pussy was sore as I was reamed from both ends—but it was starting to feel good again, too, especially when Chris started playing with my clit.
Then I felt the bed dip under his weight as his hard cock pressed against my butt cheeks. My breathing went shallower and my head swam, but I wanted it. Wanted to feel all three of them this first time. To know, forever, that they were the ones who did this with me and that it would bind us all together forever.
Chris pushed his lubed cock into my asshole and David groaned as the fit of my pussy clamped even harder around his cock. “She was already tight enough,” he said. “This is too fucking much.”
“She’s take it,” Chris said, gritting his teeth. Daddy pressed his hand to my cheek and drew my eyes up to him. Then he pulled his cock out of my mouth, bent his head and kissed me softly.
“We love you,” he said.
“I love you all too,” I told him.
Chris pushed deep into my ass and my fingers clenched into the comforter. Dad’s cock slid over my lips and I opened it to let it back in as both my brothers started fucking me harder, gaining a good rhythm.
“I’m going to feel you come on my cock, princess,” Dad said. David’s fingers were more skillful than I could have imagined and soon I was pushing back on his cock and Chris’s, using my body to fuck them while Daddy pushed deeper into my throat.
His hands on my face were hot as he guided me on and off his rod. I was gagging less now, breathing through my nose as the three men pushed me on and off themselves and each other. Then my brother’s fingers twisted on my clit and I came, my entire body shaking and squeezing them as I did.
“That was beautiful,” Daddy said. “I’ve seen you come before but this close—you’re perfect.” He sped up his strokes into my mouth. “I’m gonna blow soon and I want you to swallow every drop, baby girl.”
“I’m going to fill her fertile little womb with hot cum,” David said. “Shoot it all into you, Ella.”
Chris’s hands tightened on my hips as he increased the pace of his strokes in and out of my ass. He was muttering “Fuck, yes, yes, yes.” David was breathing heavy. Dad pulled back so that his cock head was resting on my lips and made sure that every shot of cum lashed my tongue, letting me get the taste before I swallowed.
David came, shooting hot cum deep into me that I felt as pulses in my belly. I groaned and came again at the feeling of being so full and the way Dad slipped his fingers between us to massage my aching clit after he was done blowing his load on my tongue.
Chris was the last to cum, gripping my ass so tight I knew I’d have bruises the next day and that I’d look at them in the mirror, and smile, and remember. I groaned when he dropped down and put his lips to the back of my neck, kissing me as his cock sprayed cum inside my body.
David pulled out with a groan and his cock popped out of my newly-fucked hole. “You’re amazing, Ella.” He kissed my cheek and pushed back my hair, then he and Chris pulled out of me and Daddy drew me into his arms, cuddling me against him.
“I don’t want this to end,” I said. “Please tell me this isn’t a one time thing.” They were all so handsome that it made my heart hurt. I wanted to be closer to them—not pushed away. Being near them made a glow start in my stomach that lit a fire in me I knew would never be dampened. They, all of them, were it for me.
“I’ve been thinking of getting a job closer to your campus,” David said. “I think we should go out sometime.”
“What if I want her to go out with me?”
“You can’t leave your job. I’ve already been considering it,” David said to Chris. “And what happens is really up to her.”
“I’d love to have you closer to me,” I said to David, smiling. Then I grinned at Chris and Dad. “But I’d be happy for either of you to stop by anytime, too.”
End
CHEATING STEP BRAT is about a college girl whose boyfriend is so gentle that she just needs something more. Her harsh, demanding stepfather is the only one who can stuff her tight holes the way she needs! Expect punishment, name calling and very explicit sex.
All characters in this story are over 18 and not blood related. Any resemblance to you, people you know, and anyone else (alive or dead) is definitely a coincidence.
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“Thank you for filling in, Maxie,” my stepdad said. I smoothed down the hem of my skirt and peeked around the blue velvet curtain, staring at the crowd milling around the auditorium. Several hundred people had gathered to hear my Dad, the head of the English department at my university, Professor Lumen and myself speak about the opportunities available to students at our university. At the last minute, the girl who’d promised to help with the forum backed out and Dad got me to fill in, even though I’m scared of crowds.
“I can’t do it,” I screamed, throwing my arms around my boyfriend Alan, who hugged me close and kissed my lips hard.
“You can,” he said. “And if you do well enough, I bet Professor Lumen would even take a look at your resume. They say he makes the best ones around. Maybe then I’d start getting some calls about interviews.”
“Don’t take it so hard,” I said, but I knew it was easy for me to say. The economy was in the toilet, but Dad would ensure that I had a job anywhere.
He wasn’t so keen on helping my boyfriend find a position, though. For some reason, Daddy had never been fond of Alan. He still made Alan call him Dr. Masterson instead of Matt.
I hugged Alan closer. “A lot of people aren’t getting interviews right now. You’re smart. You’re cute. You’ve got a ton of good stuff on your resume. Any company that passes you over is stupid.”
“You might be right, but a stupid company can still pay my part of my bills when we I graduate.”
“We’ll find a way,” I said softly, hoping to comfort him.
“I know, baby,” he said, pu
tting my head on his shoulder. “But I want to pull my own weight.”
“I’d rather you pull mine,” I said, winking at him. His face lit up and he moved, lifting me up and throwing me onto our bed. He knelt down next to me and tickled my stomach until I was laughing and gasping in breaths of air. Finally he let up and dropped kisses on the firm skin above my belly button. “I love you, Maxie,” he said.
“I love you, too. Don’t worry so much about the job thing. It’ll work out.”
He kissed the area below my belly button and I felt an ache in my chest as I watched his head move lower to kiss my public mound, and then drip to taste my pussy. My aching flesh was taut and inflamed against his mouth, which he used with such care and precision. Alan gave orgasms like Mozart gave symphonies—perfect every time and so orderly. But sometimes I wanted Beethoven. I wanted someone who could make me scream and beg and pant.
His soft tongue worked my clit, pushing me closer to the crest I knew was coming. I breathed in deeply, smelling his cologne that was so much like the pine forests where I’d grown up. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him—to wake up with him every morning and see his bleary smile in the pale light. It just my heart just to think about the future, even though everything was perfect.
Maybe the problem was that I’d been with him forever. Sex is so good, but I can’t help wondering what else is out there. Sometimes when I’m having dinner with Daddy, I look at his pale hands and the dark hair on his knuckles and think “This man would fuck like a caveman. He would pull a girl over his shoulder, drag her back to his lair and fuck her until her pubic bone was bruised. Then he’d call her a slut and cum on my face.”
Sometimes I even considered acting on it. The first day I went to class with my new outfits, hair and makeup, Daddy had stared at me for a split second longer than normal. Before college, I’d always dressed in grungy, loose fitting closing. When he saw me in a short plaid skirt and a tight top, I swear his eyes were as big as dinner plates. It made me hot, wet between my thighs. I didn’t act, though. Instead I curled up in myself and walked slowly out of the classroom with that restless ache between my legs.
What was it like to be fucked by someone who didn’t treat you like a delicate china doll? The question was constantly playing through my mind, taunting me. Alan knew, of course. We’d had a brief separation after he’d left for college and he’d sampled a few sorority girls. None, he’d said later, could compare to me—but how would I know?
Maybe things would change once we started really having sex. Once I decided to let him penetrate me. …but I just wasn’t ready for that after he’d been with sorority girls.
I stretched and moaned, fingering my nipples so that little blossoms of bliss rippled through me. When Alan sucked on my clit and I came, I moaned and arched my back, then relaxed into him, his face resting against my lower belly. He dropped a kiss on it. I thought about Daddy’s thick tongue and cruel lips.
Worst. Girlfriend. Ever.
“Who wouldn’t want to listen to you?” Alan spoke softly, his voice muffled against my skin. “You’re perfect.”
Yeah, right.
The Public Forum
Once the crowd was seated, the provost went out and gave a speech about applications. Dazzle the readers, he’d said. They see so many different personal statements that it’s important to focus on something that makes you unique. Professor Lumen had excused himself for a last minute coffee refill, so just Daddy and I sat on the wobbly chairs, waiting to be called out to the stage.
“What’s bothering you, Maxie?” He didn’t look at me when he spoke, just kept his eyes focused on the glimpse of the audience we could see through the curtain.
“Other than my stage fright?” I’d tried to make a joke, but the truth of my fear was exposed when my voice broke on the last word. He looked at me then, amusement glittering in his dark eyes.
“You have to focus on something else,” he said. His eyes moved from mine to my cleavage, barely exposed by the button-down I wore. They went lower, stopping at my thighs. The plaid skirt I’d been wearing pulled up when I sat and was shorter than was probably appropriate. “Finding interesting things in one’s environment is not always a challenge.”
He was always so stern, but something about that made me excited.
I stared at him, waiting for his eyes to meet mine again. When they did, the cruel amusement that always lurked there was obvious—but I wasn’t going to bow to it. Since he married my Mom, I’d let him push me around. Not anymore.
Instead I smiled and did my own thorough ocular exam, staring at his barrel chest and the front of his khakis. After I slowly returned to his eyes, I was surprised to find a hint of approval, even respect in them.
This is what it takes to have Daddy respect me?
“Where do you want to sit when we get on stage? Dr. Lumen is going to be at the podium.” As if I’d take the podium.
“I thought I’d sit between you and him. Maybe have you guys shield me from the tougher questions?”
“Why don’t you let me sit in the middle? You sit on the side nearest to the wall. That way no one will strain his neck trying to see around the table and up that tarty little skirt.” His English accent, almost indecipherable, was most evident when he said things like that. I started and then rose from my seat.
“I think your neck is the one most likely to be straining,” I said boldly. Then the provost called us to the stage. Dr. Lumen rushed out from the back, a small coffee stain on the front of his shirt and looked at us with his sweet, dopey smile.
“Let’s go!”
It was worse than I expected.
I’d thought the lights of the auditorium would essentially blind me, making it so that I couldn’t see the audience. In the relatively small room, though, the bright lights weren’t needed and a soft glow lit us from above. I could see every individual in the crowd—and it made my stomach lurch.
“I can’t do this,” I whispered under my breath.
“Sit down, Maxie,” said Daddy gruffly. “You don’t have a choice now. You must do this.”
I sat in the hard plastic chair, lifting my hand and waving to the crowd when Professor Lumen introduced me as one of their most promising students. It would have been a joy to hear if I’d been less nervous but, as it was, I could barely process anything he was saying.
“Don’t be nervous now,” said Daddy quietly. “The truth is, you won’t have to say much. Lumen will talk on—he always does—and then you might have the chance to say a few words during the Q&A.” He was right. Most of the eyes in the room were turned to Professor Lumen. No one cared that I was about to have a massive panic attack on stage.
I tried to calm my breathing, but spots swam in front of my eyes. Panicking, I grabbed the hard edges of my chair, fighting for control and managing to keep a straight face.
“Oh, blood Hell,” said Daddy quietly, and then his heavy hand landed on my knee. His short nails dug into my skin—not enough to draw blood, but enough to ground me in the experience. “Calm the fuck down, Maxie.”
I looked down, examining his hand as if it was the most important thing in the world. One of his fingers was stroking a line up and down my kneecap, which suddenly felt like a new erogenous zone. Each stroke up made me shiver in a deep breath; I exhaled on each downward stroke. He was making me crazy.
“Spread your legs, my little Maxie,” he said in the barest whisper. I felt like he’d shouted it to the room and looked into the crowd, but no one said a word. I nervously parted my legs an inch or two, hoping they couldn't see behind the table cloth. It went low enough, right? He slowly moved his hand up the skin of my inner thigh and I drew in my breath in anticipation.
Part of me knew I should stand up, slap him and walk out of the room, but I’d looked at him. I’d taunted him. Maybe I wasn’t this kind of girl on any other day but, for today, wasn’t it right that I be the girl who gets felt up by her father, an older, dominant man? Tomorrow I’d go to Alan and
finally let him fuck me and I’d marry him and be faithful and love him but once—just once—I wanted something for me. Something dirty. Something wrong.
I could feel my pussy growing hotter as his hand continued its ascent. He wasn’t in a hurry. At one point he stopped, just painting little circles on my inner thigh with his fingers while he exchanged a few back-and-forth remarks with Professor Lumen, who thankfully was at a podium in front of the table. If there hadn’t been a cloth over it…I shuddered to think what the audience would have seen.
When his hand brushed the outer edges of my pink cotton panties, I jumped, grabbing the table with an audible thunk. A guy in the front row looked up at me, eyebrows drawn together. I deliberately rolled my eyes at myself and then put my hands in front of me on the table, trying to radiate calm.
It wasn’t easy though. One of his fingers slid along the elastic band that settled between my thigh and my pussy lips. Daddy was barely touching my skin, but it felt like he’d slapped his whole hand across my mound—that’s how shocked and aroused I was. Moisture dripped out of my body and into my panties like never before.
He pushed in deeper and parted my swollen lips with his long middle finger. He rubbed the pad up and down, only brushing my clit. I wanted him to put more pressure into it, to push in against the bud, but he just stroked lightly. When he flipped his hand around and used his knuckles to grind gently on my lips, I thrust my hips up to encourage him, making sure the motion looked like I was just settling into my chair.
“Calm down, Maxie. You’re such a naughty girl.” I could feel the hair on the back of his knuckles caress my skin. “Don’t come like a little slut in front of all these people.”
He was right. So many people were watching, could see me just by looking at Professor Lumen or Daddy. The reminder was like a cold-water shock, but nothing could completely dampen my arousal. I felt his gaze slide briefly down my chest and I saw that my hard nipples were obvious through my shirt.