by Sable Drake
Kim put her finger to her lips as she moved past towards the study. Cindy followed her into the room.
"Is he ready?" She whispered.
"Oh lord yes. So ready I almost took him for myself. Now remember, you have to be quiet. You can't be your normal little screaming slutty self, Cindy. He has to think it's me, and your voice is not even close to mine." Cindy nodded, and Kim looked her up and down. "Although I'm not sure I ever realized how similar in shape our bodies were until you brought this up. I mean, sure we share clothes and are the same size dress… but what are the odds on all the rest. Crazy." She laughed. "Let's do this."
Kim reached over and shut the window on the computer screen. The sudden lack of other sound made the shower seem louder. They walked down the hall in unison, timing it so there wouldn't be two sets of footsteps. Cindy lost the pattern for a moment as they entered her father's room, but Kim had anticipated it and spoke to cover Cindy's miscue.
"Did you miss me?" She closed the door with a loud snick, muting the pulse of the water on porcelain down the hall. All three of them were in the room. Kim locked the door behind them and Roger's shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound. She held back a snicker. What he didn't know…
Cindy stepped forward. Again, Kim moved with her, covering any possible mistakes with her voice. "The shower's still running. I don't think your little girl is going to be getting dry any time soon. I'm betting on it."
"You'd better be right. I'll admit, that was a nerve-wracking thirty seconds. I am amazed I let you talk me into this." He shook his head, but Kim knew that blindfold wasn't going to come loose. Cindy reached for his leg.
"Enough talk. I've got better things to do with my mouth." Fighting to keep from laughing, Kim pushed the back of Cindy's head down towards the swaying shaft of her daddy's hard cock. Unable to say anything in protest without giving the game away, Cindy opened her mouth and took the head between her soft lips. Not that Kim had expected resistance. Cindy loved sucking cock.
Cindy eased down on the bed, laying across his leg and bracing herself with one arm. The other hand's fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft and she began a gentle stroke, in time with the bobbing of her head. Roger hips rose slightly, pushing his dick further into the mouth of his little girl.
Kim remembered her first protest to Cindy, that she didn't care much for the voyeur thing. That opinion might need to be revised. His cock pumped in and out of Cindy and Kim found her own fingers straying towards her crotch. She forced them to stop. One involuntary gasp, one sound of pleasure coming from lips that were supposed to be wrapped around the hard cock slipping between Cindy's and the game was up. She dropped them onto Cindy's back instead, drawing light circles.
Cindy moaned with pleasure at the unexpected touch. The rumble deep in her throat must have affected Roger. His hips didn't just rise at the sound; they thrust upward, burying his cock deep in Cindy's throat. Experienced little cocksucker that she was, it still caught her off guard. She gagged momentarily.
Roger didn't apologize, just dropped back. But he also kept thrusting, if not with as much force. Cindy set her jaw and let her stepfather fuck her mouth. Kim fought the urge to play with herself or even to say something. It was difficult. Kim wasn't very practiced in self-denial.
Cindy's lips caressed the shaft of his hard cock. Kim watched hungrily, wishing they could share the sensation or that she had thought to turn on the lights. Even with her eyes having adjusted to the dim light, she saw as much shadow as color. She couldn't actually see the pale, nearly translucent skin with purple, blue and scarlet tracings running around from the veins underneath, couldn't make out the contrast between the red of Cindy's lips and the blood-filled head of the cock she sucked. Part of Kim started planning a way to revisit this scenario in the daylight, perhaps without Cindy and thus without the need for the blindfold.
Kim loved to look up into a man's eyes as she took his hard cock all the way inside her mouth. Men had the most wonderful, complimentary expressions at such times. Then the challenge became finding a way to force their wide eyes closed and throw their head back in pleasure. It was a challenge she had never failed to meet.
Roger's lips parted in a groan as his little girl's nose tickled the hypersensitive flesh just below his belly button, the full length of him buried inside her. Cindy kept him there for a moment, then slid her mouth back, her cheeks concave with the suction, her lips tight on the shaft of her daddy's cock.
Kim had a sudden urge to grab a fistful of her hair, to pound her head back down until she gagged again, to treat her with the roughness that sometimes characterized their own play. Only the fear that in doing so she would lose her balance and drop a hand onto their real victim's flesh stopped her. This was too delicious to risk screwing it up now.
She settled for running her fingernails across Cindy's back, enjoying the squirms it caused and the way those sensations transferred to Roger through Cindy's full mouth and throat. He was trying to stay silent, probably afraid of making noise that would alert the scope of his current activity to the very young beauty whose mouth he was fucking. His teeth were buried in his own bottom lip, not preventing the various sounds of pleasure but definitely muting them. The irony of the setting was not lost on Kim.
She let an index finger trail down Cindy's spine and traced the gentle curve of her ass, wondering if she dared surprise her roommate again by tickling her asshole, by slicking it with saliva and sticking it inside. Cindy was not as big a fan of anal sex as Kim was, but she liked a finger there from time to time. The temptation was too great to ignore completely. She ran her nails to the base of Cindy's spine and then ran a single finger down the crack. Her roomie tensed for a moment, but Kim only twisted her nail in a tight circle before continuing down and slipping that finger in Cindy's extremely wet pussy.
Cindy's hips rocked and Kim had to let her finger slide immediately back out, or get pulled forward off her feet. She mentally thrust away the urge to slap the palm of her hand across the cheek of Cindy's ass for spoiling her fun. Instead, she crouched beside the bed and tried to make eye contact with her, thinking she could send the same message with a stare and scowl, and get to enjoy the awkwardness when Cindy couldn't respond.
Instead, she found herself lost in the new angle of viewing. Cindy's lips slid up and down the shaft of her daddy's cock, wet saliva gleaming in the dim light. Another gleam revealed the thin sheen of sweat across her brow as she worked her head up and down, eyes closed in concentration. Kim fought the urge to run her fingers across that forehead, or to reach out and pump Roger's cock.
He was still lifting his hips in time with Cindy, but she was doing most of the work. And by the expression on her face, she loved it. Kim took the finger she had stuck in Cindy's pussy into her mouth, tasting her roommate's arousal. Cindy, who never seemed to have trouble reaching orgasm, was going to have several tonight. A dangerous thing for their plan, since Cindy's orgasms never arrived silently.
Roger began to tense, and Kim immediately recognized the correlation between her own line of thought and the way his fingers were gripping the brass rails of the headboard. He was fighting to hold back, and Cindy was so lost in the realization of her fantasy that she wasn't slowing. For a moment Kim considered letting it happen, imagining the wide-eyed surprise on her face as the first spurt hit the back of her throat. Cindy, who loved to swallow cum, would then close her eyes and milk that cock into her mouth, reveling in the warmth and the pulsing of the shaft between her lips.
But it would also mean the end of their little game, at least for tonight. Kim wanted Cindy to have more than a blowjob to remember. And selfishly, she wanted to watch as Roger's cock disappeared into his stepdaughter's cunt.
She reached out and pushed on Cindy's shoulders. Cindy's eyes opened and made contact with Kim's, the frantic bobbing motion of her head pausing to do so. Roger groaned and his little girl's eyes widened, as she too realized how close he was to orgasm. She pulled her head back and his hard
cock slipped out of her mouth, glistening with her saliva.
Kim leaned over, her face as close to Cindy's as possible, so the voice would come from the right place.
"Oh, you like me sucking your cock. Imagine that. I like it, too. Were you about to come, Roger? Were you about to fill my mouth?" Roger groaned, but made no other answer. "Can't have that yet. Your little girl will be out of the shower soon, and I want your hard cock in my cunt first. Okay, Daddy?"
"Oh, god yes. Please." His voice was ragged, hoarse with the effort of holding back his cries of pleasure so they wouldn't echo down the hall and alert the girl whose lips had been wrapped around his cock. Kim and Cindy shared a smile in secret as she slid her legs up and over his and positioned the head of his cock at the wet gate of her pussy. Kim put her face cheek to cheek with Cindy's.
"I'm going to ride you now, Daddy." As Kim said it, she pushed down on Cindy's shoulders, then leaned back and watched the long hard line of his cock vanish inside Cindy's cunt. Cindy's fantasy was coming true, and so was Roger's, though he didn't know it.
"Oh, fuck that feels good. Ride that cock, you little college slut."
Kim had to cover her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing as the words came out of his mouth; the "slut" riding his cock was his own stepdaughter. Cindy's hands fell to the bed on either side of him as she slapped her thighs down on his. Kim was beginning to hate the need to be quiet, but rather than declining, that need was growing greater. Cindy was breathing harder from her efforts, and little moans and whines of pleasure were escaping her. If Kim made any noise at all, their deception would be in jeopardy.
Also, the desire to touch the two of them was growing almost painful. The noise of their breathing, the wet slapping as sweaty thighs met, the similar way both of them chewed on their bottom lips to try and stay quiet…it was intoxicating. Kim wanted so badly to do more than watch. Unable to stay completely neutral, she slipped a hand over Cindy's breast, pinching her nipple between thumb and index finger. Cindy's eyes, which had been closed, shot open. She looked at her roommate and smiled.
"Tell him I'm going to come," she silently mouthed at Kim, "tell him it's alright for him to stop holding back." Cindy looked past Kim's shoulder and nodded. Kim turned and saw the clock there. Cindy was right… too much longer and the shower excuse was going to seem awful thin. Kim could tease Roger that his time sense was off, but only so far. Even Cindy didn't take showers this long, and certainly not without tell-tale wrinkles in her fingers that simply were not going to be there if Roger checked on her.
Kim leaned in close to Cindy again. "Oh, fuck. I'm gonna come. Make me come, Daddy!"
Cindy shivered as Kim said the last word, and then her body stiffened, her back arched and Kim knew that the muscles of her cunt were tightening on Roger's cock the way they did on Kim's fingers when the girls played with each other. A loud gasp escaped from deep in Cindy's chest.
Then, suddenly, Kim was the one gasping as Cindy's teeth found her shoulder, clamping down. Kim knew that Cindy was doing it to hold in her own joyful noises, for her roomie was anything but quiet at the moment of climax. She let herself cry out, knowing that Roger would think the reaction due to the pulsing around his cock.
I'll get her back for that, thought Kim, and I know exactly how. Besides, she said she wanted to do it.
"Come in my mouth, Daddy," Kim cried as she pushed at Cindy, "Hold back until you feel my lips wrapped back around your cock."
Cindy had no choice but to pull his cock from her sopping cunt and return her mouth to his dick. Not that she seemed in any way upset by the small betrayal from her roomie. She stared at Kim as she slipped the head of his hard cock in her mouth and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Then, eyes on her friend, she began to pump.
Roger's legs shook and a wordless groan filled the room. His hips bucked and his arms flexed against the silk bonds which kept his hands on the brass. Kim imagined that the straining muscles she saw were trying to bring those large hands to the back of the head over his cock. She choked back a giggle over the fact that the hair his hands would have fisted in was auburn, not blonde.
Then he jerked, and Cindy's hand stopped. Kim watched as his cock pulsed, once, twice…three times, maybe four if the first one had been the beginning. The tension in Roger's arms and legs deflated as he collapsed back to the bed.
But Kim's plan wasn't finished. Quickly, before Cindy could swallow, she wrapped a hand around the back of her roomies neck and pulled her off his softening cock and met Cindy's lips with her own.
The risk, that he could raise his legs and bump into two bodies instead of one, or that he would hear their kiss, was real. But Kim didn't care, she wanted this ending… and it would help reinforce their deception.
Cindy's eyes went wide as she was pulled away, then still wider as Kim's tongue thrust into her mouth, as their lips caressed each other and they shared the mouthful of cum. Kim gently sucked, drawing as much into her own mouth as she could without being too noisy. Then she pulled away and motioned to Cindy to stand.
Cindy did, a little bit wobbly at first. She grinned at Kim, clearly turned on by the cum-sharing kiss but also looking slightly puzzled. Kim quickly pulled her around the bed, then hugged her tight. As she did so, she rubbed her body against Cindy's. Cindy's head twisted quizzically and an eyebrow quirked.
"Oh wow. Holy shit, Kim. You are incredible."
Cindy started at the voice from the bed, as though she had somehow forgotten where they were. Kim smiled, then put a finger to her lips.
"So are you, best friend's daddy. So are… wait. Did you hear…" Kim pushed on the bed to make it jump like she was getting up from it and walked quickly to the door. She opened it.
"Hey!" Roger whispered violently, "Close the fucking door! Cindy…"
Kim grinned. Cindy, obviously catching on to her roomies plan, was already slipping into the hallway.
"Shh! Damn it, Roger!" Kim whispered back. "Shut up or she'll hear you."
"Kim!" Cindy's voice echoed down the hall, from the direction of the bathroom. "I need a towel! I forgot to bring one in with me, and Daddy always keeps these fancy 'company' ones on the hall towel bars."
"Okay, one minute. Be right there." Kim dashed back to the bed, leaving the door ajar. She leaned over and untied one of Roger's hands, pulled up the blindfold and kissed him with lips that tasted of his own orgasm. To his credit, he didn't pull away. He looked at her wickedly, and she knew he caught the faint sheen of the sweat she had made sure rubbed off Cindy and onto her.
"You'll have to do the rest yourself, Daddy. Now, which cabinet are the towels in?"
"Right across the hall from the bathroom," he whispered back, "I can get loose. Go quick. But shut that damn door."
Kim ran to the door, snatching her robe off the floor as she went. Halfway through, she paused and looked back at him as her pulled at the other knotted tie. "Next time, you're fucking my ass the way I know you want to. Your choice in video entertainment gave you away… again."
A shiver visibly ran through him, and the satisfied smile on his face grew even wider. "Can't say I've ever been so happy I forgot to shut down a computer. You're on, you vixen."
Kim blew him a kiss and pulled the door shut. She hurried down the hall, stopping to grab two towels from the mentioned cabinet. Cindy stood in the shower, body wet with more than sweat this time. She pulled Kim into the hot, steamy rain and kissed her soundly.
"Thank you. You're the best friend ever."
"Shut up and get clean, you little slut!" Kim teased, "You need to get out of here so I can get my shower in."
"Okay, roomie. There isn't that much of a hurry, though. I'm sure Daddy is stepping into his own shower right about now. He isn't going to come check on me smelling like he just fucked my best friend."
"His shower. Right." Kim shook her head, remembering there had been another door in that bedroom. Of course the master bedroom would have its own bath. "Well, I still need to shower. I'll mee
t you in bed."
Cindy nodded and stepped out, wrapping herself in one of the two fluffy white towels. She started to slide the shower door closed behind her, but found it blocked by Kim's hand.
"Oh, and don't fall asleep," Kim said "I hope your jaw isn't too tired. I'll be damned if I'm the only one in this house not coming tonight."
Cindy just smiled.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Autumn Blade was conceived in the bed of an old Chevy pickup. Her daddy sired at least seven of her half-siblings there, none of whom had the same mama. Autumn was born on the night of the Harvest Moon in the Blue Ridge Mountains and baptized with the purest corn shine.
She grew up in that rural hollow, never stepping foot into a real city until she went to college. There, she taught as much as she learned. A girl can receive quite the education from her family, after all.
Blade isn't her legal surname, but it suits her well.
www.autumnblade.com
He Wouldn't Dare
by
Sable Drake
Toni looked up and realized that her father was staring at her boobs.
She was sitting on the living-room floor at nine o'clock on an ordinary Tuesday night. Job applications, envelopes and copies of her resume were spread from hell to breakfast all around her.
Mom had told her that since she was out of high school but only taking a few classes at the community college, she'd have to get a job and pay them rent for the privilege of getting to live in the same room that had been hers since she was a baby. Rent and her own phone bill, but Mom added–like she was doing a big generous favor–that Toni would not be expected to kick in for groceries and other utilities. Big of her.
And here was Daddy, staring at her boobs. Like he was in a hypnotic trance or something.
She glanced down. She was wearing torn, faded jeans and one of his hand-me-down denim work shirts with the sleeves rolled up. The top button was missing and the next one down had come undone, and the front of the shirt gaped open, showing the edges of her bra and a deep shadowed valley of cleavage.