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by Angel Honey

  Should have worn a thicker bra. But I couldn’t have known this was going to happen.

  It was okay, though, I rationalized. It was cold in the room. Nipples are a normal, natural part of life. Sometimes they get hard. No one would know.

  My breathing was changing, getting heavier as he stroked me harder and harder. To all the attendees, it looked like his hands were merely folded in his lap—but I knew differently. Each small motion was like a wave crashing down upon me, drowning me in unexpected sensation.

  If we’d been alone, I’d have been begging.

  I dropped my hands back down to fist them in the fabric of my skirt. I wasn’t nervous about speaking anymore, but I was about to have a meltdown on stage. “Daddy…” I whispered, deciding to warn him that too much more touching would send me over the edge.

  “Shut up or I’ll stop, Maxie.” I shut up immediately.

  His hand moved out of my panties and I frowned. He took one of my hands and subtly pulled it over until it rested on the front of his pants. I could feel his erection—it was so long and thick and hot that I almost gasped. Luckily Professor Lumen coughed and covered any small sound I might have made at the realization that Daddy had the biggest cock I’d ever seen on or off the Internet.

  “Stroke it,” he whispered. “Stroke it, you little slut.”

  My eyes widened. Daddy loved me most of the time, in his stern way. But right now, it didn’t sound like he did. It sounded like he just wanted to fuck me.

  I rubbed his shaft through the fabric, exploring the broad head with my fingers. Gently pulling down the zipper, I reached my hand in through the front of his boxer briefs and touched him skin-to-skin for the first time. Sticky precum decorated his head and I smeared it over him, trying to ensure that he didn’t get a wet spot on the front of his trousers.

  “Daddy,” I said quietly, “Please.”

  He rolled his eyes, but moved his hand back into my panties, slipping one long fingers inside me. Oh god, my father was finger-fucking me in front of hundreds of people. I’d never in my wildest fantasies imagined this, but I’d never been wetter before either. He did it with a kind of careless grace, making it obvious that he didn’t much care if I got off and that he was only doing it because I’d begged him.

  I didn’t care. I wanted what he could give me—his fingers on my clit, his cock shoved deep in my pussy. I didn’t think about Alan or the fact that this man was married to my mother. Only the sensations in my cunt mattered.

  Professor Lumen wrapped up his speech and began explaining the rules for the Q&A. Everyone had 15 minutes to ask questions, which could be general or addressed to any one of us. We’d answer them, then leave. At that point, the next group would come up.

  How will I walk off stage dripping wet with fawn-weak knees?

  Dad had been right—most of the questions went right to him or Professor Lumen. People wanted secrets, tips and tricks on getting into graduate school. They didn’t want to know about student life or activities.

  “I have a question for the graduate student,” said a guy toward the back finally. “What was your personal statement about?”

  “I—um…” I trailed off as Daddy flicked my clit with his fingers, sending a mix of pleasure and pain through my tightly-strung body. “I wrote about decorating for my prom. Don’t write about that. I mostly got in because,” I stopped, coughed to cover a moan and continued, “because—oh god—I can’t remember. I’m sorry. Oh, it was because I’d won some science competitions in undergrad. Personal essays are mostly important if you need to explain a bump in your forms.” The last word dragged out as I suppressed a moan and smiled. “Sorry, I get nervous when I have to speak in public,” I explained and the few confused faces cleared and smiled with understanding.

  Someone asked Professor Lumen a question. Daddy leaned over to me and whispered, “Do you think anyone out in that audience knows you’re about to cream all over my fingers? I bet someone does. I bet someone knows you’ve got your hand on my cock right now—and I’m married to your mother, you little whore.” His voice was so calm, deep and dirty, so much the antithesis to what was happening to me right now that I shuddered around his fingers.

  He pushed in harder, then out, then back in. He dragged my own wetness up to circle my clit. Spears of pure delight pierced me. In that moment, I’d have come screaming and let the entire audience watch. But his voice grounded me. “Don’t make a fucking sound.”

  He twisted his fingers against my clit and everything in my body lit up faster than a candle in the dark. My hips jerked against his fingers and I fought to keep my face stone-calm, going against my natural instincts to twist and scream and moan. He fucked two fingers into me, using them to wring every last shudder of pleasure from my body until I was a limp, useless puddle next to him.

  “Maxie,” he whispered. “Your hand. Loosen it.” I was gripping his cock too tightly. “You can take care of that after the presentation.”

  When It Was Over

  Everyone clapped and I got up and went backstage, checking the chair to make sure I hadn’t left a wet spot. Luckily I didn’t see one and that was one worry out the window.

  Even though Daddy had made me come—hard—I was still wound up and tense. The orgasm had been good, but I wanted the fat cock I’d felt through his trousers in my pussy. Based on the way he was eye-fucking me, he wanted the same thing.

  “Would you two like to get a coffee?” Asked Professor Lumen. I couldn’t help but smile at him—he was the kind of absentminded professor who had to return to his office twice in every class period. I’d been having dinner with him for years, since he was Dad’s colleague.

  “Maxie and I actually have to shop for a gift for her mother,” Daddy said, taking my arm in his. “I’d be glad to take a rain check.”

  “Of course, of course,” said Professor Lumen cheerily, saluting us before wandering off toward the back of the building.

  “Daddy,” I said quietly, my voice seeming incredibly loud in the empty back of the auditorium.

  “Do you think I’m bringing you back here to engage in meaningful dialogue?” He asked. I trembled like a baby fawn as he pulled me forward, but the memory of his strong, thick fingers stretching me made me excited, hot.

  The whole situation was so dirty and sordid. I could feel my already-soaked pussy began to swell again, reacting to my disgusting thoughts. We walked into one of the equipment storage rooms and he pulled me across to a mattress that the school uses for plays.

  Daddy stripped off my clothes and lowered my naked body to the mattress, caressing me with his rough hands.

  “Do you want more?” I could feel the heat of his mouth pressed against my ear and it made me shiver.

  “Yes,” I admitted.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I said.

  “Good.” He ran his hands down my sides, his long fingers caressing the sides of my breasts, which were pointed down into the mattress. “I want to fuck you, slut.”

  “I’m a virgin still.”

  “Even better. Get on your knees,” he said. Without turning around, I pulled my knees under me and dug into the soft bed. I rose up and he pulled me back into him, preventing me from going to my hands and spreading for him.

  “Stay like that,” he said. He fisted his cock and guided it into my pussy from behind, pushing it up into me with one quick thrust. It was larger than I could have imagined and stretched me out, making me wince and then cry out as he tore through my hymen.

  “Daddy, it hurts.”

  “It’s going to have to,” he said, withdrawing and then pushing forward again. “That’s what happens when your little pussy gets stretched out for the first time.” He stayed there, deep inside me, while he toyed with my body.

  He pinched my nipples hard until I bucked, and then he groaned in my ear as my pussy massaged his cock. “Like that, little slut,” he said. “Fuck me like that.” I rose higher, then sank down, drawing his swollen cock deepe
r into my wet depths. The more I fucked down on him, the more I aroused I became. One of his hands wrapped around my waist, finding my clit and applying enough pressure to make me squirm. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” He did it again, and I squirmed again. He must have liked the way my pussy grinded down on him when he shocked me with his touch, so I did it again and again until we were both moving, him powering into me when I sank down.

  Suddenly he pushed me forward so I went on my hands and knees. He pulled out of me and knelt down, then licked my cunt from behind, leaving it shivering for more attention. Daddy took the backs of my thighs in his hands and pulled me up and apart, so I was completely spread out before him.

  “You’re beautiful here,” he said, licking my clit. Blood rushed to my head as he held me in place and my arms trembled from holding my slight weight. “I could eat you all night.” His mouth devoured me, swirling and stroking. I wanted to grind against him, but it was all I could do to stay up.

  “Don’t come yet,” he said. “If you do, I’m going to punish you.” He immediately set to making it impossible for me not to come. He flipped me over, spread my legs and dove back in with his mouth, using two fingers inside me to stroke against my g-spot. I knew I was in for it, but I couldn’t help myself. I erupted against his mouth, reaching down to grab his hair and pull him harder against my pussy, grinding his face on me as I came.

  “Edge of the bed,” he said. He arranged me so that I was spread out on the bed with my head hanging off the edge, my mouth a tunnel for his cock. The thought of having him spearing it into my mouth filled me with fizzy delight.

  He reached down and grabbed his belt from the loops of his slacks. Without preamble, he thrust into my mouth and began fucking his cock over my tongue and back into my throat.

  While he did, he raised his arm and brought the belt down on my tits. The over-sensitive skin screamed at the contact, but my nipples raised and hardened, too. The strikes weren’t especially hard, but I could feel them and they stung! When my mouth opened wider in shock, he pushed in farther until my eyes watered. I tilted my head back even more, giving him permission and access to go deeper. Something about the way Daddy possessed me made me want to give him more than any woman ever had!

  He pushed deeper into my throat. When his cock dragged over my tongue, I tasted his precum and grinned in victory. It was salty and I wanted more. When the belt came down again, I moaned and arched my breasts up to meet it.

  My willing submission made him harder, more desperate to cum. He dropped the belt and threaded his hands through my hair, working his shaft in and out of my mouth while I tongued the swollen head. Just when I thought he would burst, he pulled out.

  The man grabbed my arms and lifted me, then pulled me up, sinking his cock in me and wrapping my legs around his waist. “I love fucking my little girl like a whore,” he said, carrying me over to the wall. He pressed me against it while he fucked me, twisting my nipples, slapping my ass, then twisting my clit until I came screaming, squeezing his cock deep inside me.

  If anything, seeing me helpless and desperate like that made him more determined to see it again. He pushed me up against the wall and screwed me like a wild animal. I could feel his breath against my neck, the gnash of his teeth.

  “Tell me to fuck you, my bad little girl.”

  “Fuck me, sir,” I said in his ear. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

  When I thought I couldn’t take another second of him deep in me, he lifted me again, put me back on the bed and fucked me from above, dragging my hips to the end of the bed.

  “Birth control?” He asked.

  “No.”

  “Good,” he gritted out, pumping harder. His fingers dug into my hips and I knew I’d have bruises in the morning, but when he told me to talk dirty to him, I told him to fuck me, to cum in his dirty slut because I didn’t care either. I wanted to be marked and filled by him.

  His cock hit me in the right spot and I went off like a champagne cork, twisting and screaming under him. The ripples over his cock made him shudder and ejaculate a torrent of cum into me. “Thank you, Daddy,” I said as he came, and he smiled, kept pumping.

  When he pulled out and moved to rest on the bed beside me, I sighed. I could feel his cum seeping out of me. Every inch of my body felt deliciously used.

  Then I heard the creak of the door and looked over. Alan stood there, shock written all over his face.

  Aftermath

  “I can explain,” I shouted, following the love of my life to his car. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You weren’t sorry when you were letting him fuck you,” Alan said. The betrayal in his eyes was more than I could deal with. I felt my heart lurch with fear.

  “I love you. I do. I just—part of me needed to know what it was like to be fucked by someone like that.”

  “Someone who treats you like shit?”

  “Yes, damn it,” I screamed. “I’m sorry.”

  “I can’t talk about this right now. I’m so damn careful with you. I try so hard not to get out of control.”

  “Then get out of control,” I said. “Fuck me any way you want. I only want to be with you.”

  “Why don’t I believe that?” He sighed and started the car, looking at me through the window. “I wish I’d never come to see how this went. Professor Lumen pointed me back here to find you. I wish I’d never known.” He drove away.

  “Come on,” said Daddy, appearing from the shadows behind me. “I’ll take you home.”

  That night I lie in bed, devastated. No matter how good the sex with Daddy had been—and it had made me come like a rocket ship heading to the moon—it wasn’t worth losing Alan, because there was no way Daddy would leave mom. I was going to be alone.

  In the early morning he came in, sober but smelling like bourbon. “I drank and sobered up at Brad’s,” he said. “I had some thinking to do. And there’s something I have to tell you.”

  “Yes,” I said, tears on my lashes. He was going to leave me and it was more than I could bear.

  “I fucked someone else,” he said. “Last year. A girl in one of my classes. I knew she liked it rough and I’ve been wanting that so much, but I can’t treat you like that. Not my future wife.”

  “What did you do with her?”

  “I came on her face. I spanked her with a belt. I fucked her ass.” I gasped, shocked. None of that sounded like steady, sweet Alan. “Baby, I regretted it as soon as it was done. I’d rather be with you than anyone else. I think that’s why I was so mad today. I blamed myself for driving you to him.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’ve been so careful with you that I’ve bored you.”

  “No,” I said, moving to him and drawing him to my chest. “God, no. Being with you is great most of the time…but I needed to know what that was like.”

  “Can you forgive me for cheating on you?”

  “I already have. Can you forgive me?”

  “Of course,” he said, kissing my lips. “We really are a pair.”

  “Maybe instead of turning to other people, we can experiment together,” I said quietly. “See what we like. We just can’t keep holding back anymore.”

  “I agree,” Alan said, wrapping an arm around me. “Let’s go get some shut eye and then I have a few ideas about how to punish you for coming so hard for your father.”

  Excitement bubbled into my chest. I followed him into the bedroom.

  End

  Kat knows that her secret, naughty desire for her adopted brothers and stepdad are holding her back from finding love. But she just can’t find anyone that makes her feel the way they do. When a day at the amusement park turns naughty, she’s going to get more than she bargained for. She thought she was getting over them. Instead, she’s going to be sandwiched between her adopted brothers and stepfather. Expect oral, anal and pussy fucking. Expect name calling, mirrors and creampies.

  All characters in this story are over 18 and not bl
ood related. Any resemblance to you, people you know, and anyone else (alive or dead) is definitely a coincidence.

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  What You Can’t Have

  “I tried not to think of you,” he rasped in my ear, pulling me tighter against him so that his erection was pressing into my ass. “Tried not to jerk off every night imagining fucking my little sister. Tried to forget the way your ass looked in those shorts the day you moved into college.” The hand at my waist pulled me back tighter to him while his free hand groped my ass. I gasped and arched my back.

  “Did it work?”

  “What do you fucking think?” he asked, then pressed his wet mouth to my neck, kissing the delicate skin. It was like sparks went off inside me—I moaned and relaxed into him, my half-open eyes staring at the two of us in the funhouse mirror.

  Thrill Ride

  I laughed, pushing my long hair back from my eyes and looking at the roller coaster that roared overhead. Dropping my arms and crossing them over my body, I eyed my adopted brother Daniel and asked the question that had been plaguing me since he came up with this hair-brained scheme.

  “Are you sure you actually want to risk your life for a momentary thrill?”

  I’d always been scared of roller coasters. I know, I know: they’re safe. I’m more likely to be in a car accident on the way to the theme park. But that doesn’t change the way my stomach drops out from under me when I see an open car go on a loop where the only thing really holding people in is gravity.

  “What’s life without a momentary thrill?” he asked, grinning. I couldn’t help but smile back. Since Daniel finished his degree, he hasn’t been home much. Instead he’s dating beautiful women, going out late with friends and doing something with money that makes him a lot of it. Me, our other adopted brother Brian and my stepdad have all been missing him. But he came home for the weekend for the family trip to the amusement park.