by Sophia Taboo
As soon as the socks and shoes were no longer an issue, her hands found my pants’ button and zipper and did away with them. As I bit her lower lip, sucking on it, sending a shock of desire through her, I unclasped her pink bra from her back. She dropped her arms, letting it fall as she pushed my pants down.
Without missing a beat, she stepped on the middle of my pants so I could step out of them and I cupped her soft, supple tits in my hands, squeezing and massaging, pulling moans of pleasure out of her already.
I stood there, pressing her body to the door, squeezing her tits in my black boxer briefs, now only them and her skirt and – what I had to assume was – her thong between us.
As I squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples and forcing a squeal out of her, she reached down between my legs and grabbed onto my rock hard cock. She squeezed as I squeezed and pulled against the fabric of my boxer briefs, stimulating every gland in my body, making me harder than I could ever remember being before.
I reached my hands under her skirt and found the waistband of her thong with my thumbs. Without hesitating for even a second, I sank my body down to the ground, pulling them with me. I held them to the floor while she stepped out of them and then I stood back up. She performed the same maneuver without missing a beat. Her thumbs hooked into my waistband and she pulled them out and over my massive erection, pushing them to the floor, holding them down while I stepped out of them.
She didn’t stand back up, however. Instead, she stayed on her knees, her back against the hotel room door, and she wrapped her lips around my cock and sucked.
Her tongue looped around my head and her mouth, hot and wet, sucked on my long, hard shaft. She reached up with one hand and cupped my balls while she licked me from base to head.
She wrapped her mouth around me again as my head fell back in lustful, sinful pleasure. I put my hands on the sides of her head and pulled her face forward, forcing my cock deeper into her mouth slowly. I kept pulling and thrusting in one slow, steady motion until she gagged as my head hit the back of her throat.
I held her firmly, letting her breath a little, but still keeping my cock in her mouth. She latched her lips back onto me and I pulled her onto my cock once more. This time, she breathed through her nose hard and hungrily and took me into her all the way to the base of me. As her tongue touched the top of my balls, her mouth hanging open as wide as she could get it to fit me in, another gag came forth and I let her relax.
She pulled back a little, her eyes watering from the reflex, and she grabbed my cock in one hand, balls in the other, and sucked me hard.
She slurped at my cock as I throbbed in her mouth, my hands on the back of her head.
I looked down at my stepdaughter in nothing but her plaid skirt, sucking my huge cock with her perfect little mouth and I couldn’t stand it any more. I pulled her up by the sides of her pixie haircut, and grabbed her around the waist.
I kissed her hungrily and pulled her toward the bathroom, hitting the light switch on our way in.
Without a word, I turned her around and pushed her upper back forward over the bathroom sink.
She spread her legs and looked back over her shoulder at me. I gazed at her sexy hair, her perfect tits pressed into the counter, her muscular back heaving with heavy lustful pants, and her strong, round ass. My cock throbbed in my hand and I positioned myself to penetrate her.
I moved my hips forward and manually slid my cock up and down to push the folds of her tight little pussy aside. She was so fucking wet I couldn’t believe it. I could smell her from where I stood and it was intoxicating.
She reached back between her legs and put her hand over mine, gripping my cock and pulling me into position. Together, we pulled me into her. We went slowly. I knew that this was her first time and I didn’t want to hurt her too much.
As I penetrated her, pressing my thick head into her small hole, she winced with pain. I paused and squeezed her fingers on my cock, reassuring her that I would take care of her.
I pressed forward a little more and she winced again, but this time let out a sexy little moan as well. Taking the cue, I pushed again and felt myself now assuredly inside of her, the walls of her hot wet pussy pinching in against my thick, hard cock.
I continued to slowly push forward until I felt that I was pressing up against the absolute wall of her. I still had more length to work with, of course, but I knew I could stretch her out over time.
Now the real fun could begin.
I slid myself nearly fully out of her, leaving only the tip inside, and then thrust forward forcefully. My legs smacked against her ass, and her skin ripped over her muscles. Watching my cock sink into her from behind was sexier than I had ever dreamed.
I thrust into her again and watched the ripples roll as she panted and squealed with each thrust. I took her cue and rammed harder and faster with each subsequent push. Each one elicited a more savory sound from her. Each thrust forcing a whimper and squeal out of her lungs as she pressed her ass desperately backward to add to the friction.
I reached down and grabbed her hips with my hands. I pulled her back onto me while I thrust forward into her. I pounded harder, deeper, and more aggressively with each passing minute.
I reached forward and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her head up so she faced the mirror. Her eyes pulled open and bulged as she watched me fuck her from behind in the mirror. Her mouth gaped open and louder and louder squeals came out of her.
“Oh fuck yes!” she whimpered. “Fuck me harder! Harder!”
I didn’t miss a beat. I adjusted my grip on her hip and hair and slammed my cock deep into her. Her entire torso was collapsed onto the counter, her thighs wedged between mine and the cabinets underneath. She was totally pinned between the hotel bathroom counter and me with my cock buried deep inside.
I watched her tits jiggle and bounce as I pounded her ass with my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy, but I knew that this was not the optimal position to get her to conceive.
With no warning, I pulled her hair until she stood up, her back arched to keep me inside of her, and as much as I didn’t want to leave that hot wet place, I pulled myself out.
I spun her around by her shoulders and grabbed her wrist. I pulled her from the bathroom and tossed her onto the bed. She writhed her way up so she was fully on the mattress and spread her legs, fingering her clit to keep herself going as she panted and arched her body, desperate to have me in her again.
So as not to disappoint, I climbed onto her, spreading her thighs out of my way, gripping my cock and shoving it into her once more. Her eyes bulged as I entered her and she arched her back, pushing her hips against me to get me into her as deeply as she could.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed over her head. Her feet lifted off the mattress and she wrapped her ankles around the small of my back. I slammed my cock down into her as hard as I could, pressing my body against hers, her powerful thighs squeezing my sides so hard it almost hurt.
“Oh god yes,” I moaned, feeling the semen in me rise. I knew I was going to cum soon, but I wanted to take her with me.
I adjusted my body forward and got the top of my cock to rub against the top of her box. It clearly worked in hitting her in just the right way as I thought it would and her moans rose and crescendoed. She squeezed me even tighter around the waist and I gripped her wrists, not willing to let her go.
“Fuck yes, Amanda!” I moaned into the mattress. “I’m gonna put my baby in you.”
“Oh god yes,” she moaned back, so close to cumming that I don’t think she could even believe it. “God yes, put it in me! Fucking cum in me!”
I jammed my cock into her as fast as I could, keeping high and hard in her, taking her to new levels of pleasure that she didn’t know existed. I felt her body tense and I heard her squeal, her throat pinching off the sound as it tried to escape. Her eyes clenched and she contracted her entire body.
In an explosion of passion, she
squeezed every inch of herself and the extra tension and friction was enough to send me over the edge. I exploded forth my hot load into her, pressing my body against hers to keep every drop inside, making sure that her fertile womb would have as much of my seed as it could hold to ensure that she’d conceive.
As I blasted into her with my cum, her body rocked out in all directions as she was punched almost into unconsciousness by a convulsing, shuddering orgasm. Her pussy gushed with wetness and her nails, now that I’d let go of her hands, dug into my back, pulling me down onto her, holding me inside of her as she throbbed and writhed beneath me.
I pressed myself into her for another minute or so while we both panted and sweat onto each other, little droplets dripping off of my shoulders onto her unbelievable breasts. I waited until I felt myself go flaccid inside her and I knew I could do no more than I’d already done to ensure that she’d get pregnant.
I rolled off to the side and lay next to her, spent and sweaty.
She rolled to her side and snuggled up to me just as she’d done on the plane. Once again, she grabbed my cock in her hand and stroked me, but this time, just because she liked the velvety skin on her fingers.
“You really did cum inside me,” she said.
“Yes I did,” I replied. “I want you to have my baby.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Never mind about why,” I said, “just know I want a child of my own, and I want it to be half yours.”
She seemed to accept this, at least enough for now, and she curled up to me, draping one leg over mine, stroking my slowly softening cock almost absent-mindedly.
“You were my first,” she said wistfully.
“I know,” I said.
“How’d you know?” she asked.
“There are ways.”
Again, this seemed to be enough of an answer for her. She closed her eyes and slowly she drifted off to sleep. I let her get fully asleep before I slipped out of bed and took a quick shower.
I stared at myself in the steamed-up mirror and thought about how I’d watched her in that very glass while I fucked her. I thought about how in nine months, almost without a doubt, she’d deliver my perfect little baby. I felt myself stiffen at the thought of fucking her over those nine months as her breasts plumped up and her belly bulged.
And then I thought about doing the same to her sister. Michelle’s long hair, her soccer player body… all of her perfect tan skin for my tongue to lick and my cock to fuck… Yes, I would definitely have to find a way to get to her, too. And soon if I wanted to get both of them pregnant before anyone found out what I’d done.
Surely there would be consequences for this, but I didn’t care. Amanda had been too good to only have once, and we at least had five more days of this trip before we’d be home with her mother and sister again.
Those five days would be filled, I was sure, with plenty of satiation.
Chapter 2
As I expected, the rest of the trip to the volleyball national competition was filled with long nights of hot, sweaty sex with my unbearably hot eighteen year old stepdaughter. She was tireless. After playing two or three matches each day, she’d collapse into bed with me and fuck me until I literally could not stay awake anymore.
Right at the end of the trip was when her period should have begun, according to my calculations, and when it didn’t start on that last day, a glimmer of hope rose up in me has mightily as my cock rose every time she walked in the room.
While her school didn’t win, they did take second place, with which Amanda was satisfied. At the end of the awards ceremony, we got back to the room, grabbed our bags and our last little sundries and got on the bus to the airport.
We flew home and as we approached our arrival, the complications that we were sure to start to face began to hit us.
If she did, in fact, get pregnant, how would we explain it?
What would happen to either or each of us if anyone found out about us?
And for me, how on earth could I now find a way to secretly fuck her sister and get her pregnant before Amanda found out about that?
The plane landed and our thoughts were laden with worry. But we had to press forward and not let on that anything was amiss.
We did well enough at keeping a distance between us that seemed reasonable but still familial. Nothing out of the ordinary. We periodically strategized late at night or early in the morning, or if we could rendezvous somewhere together for an hour or two of hot, wet, sticky sex, we’d discuss how to continue our rouse.
Three weeks later, however, the newest and most exciting complication arose.
Amanda came home from school that Thursday afternoon and found me sitting in my home office working through a brief. She let herself into the room and closed the door behind her.
“What’s up?” I asked over my shoulder.
She said nothing but walked over to me and tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw her with more emotions mixed on her face than I’d ever seen on anyone’s and a little white stick held out in front of her.
I looked at the stick and it took a moment to realize what I was seeing: a white stick with a little box in which there was a blue plus sign.
I stared at it and processed what this meant and then looked up at her. Then it hit me. Success!
I leapt up from my chair and scooped her into my arms, spinning her around the room and then, in a panic I set her back down, realizing that throwing her around the room might not be the best thing for our future baby.
I set her down on her feet and grabbed her by the shoulders.
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Positive,” she said indicating the test stick with her eyes.
“Oh my god, this is incredible!” I said, leaning forward and kissing her without any heed to the fact that, at any second, my wife or her sister could come barging in the room. This was too exciting to let something as simple as someone finding out about us stop me from celebrating.
I pulled back and stared into her eyes.
“You have no idea how much this means to me,” I said. She stared back, slightly trembling with a disconcerted look on her face.
“What is this going to mean?” she asked.
“In what way?” I asked back.
“What about college?” she said. “What about the team? What about mom… and you… and Michelle? What about any of it?”
I could see that she was barely holding it together and I could somewhat understand why. This was definitely a lot to ask of an eighteen-year-old volleyball star who was being recruited by several major universities. But this was bigger than that, and I knew she’d understand it eventually.
“Amanda,” I said, “as we come across each step in this road, we’ll take each one together. You aren’t on your own and I won’t let this stop you from reaching your dreams. But you are making my dream a reality right now.”
I placed my hand on her stomach.
“Right in here,” I said, “you are building the dream I’ve held inside for my entire life. You are bringing it, literally, to life.”
She stared at me, unsure of how to feel. I wrapped her in my arms and held her, whispering into her ear that everything would be alright.
She left the office feeling, at least, like she had the support she’d need in the days and months to come.
As she walked down the hall to her room, her sister came up the stairs and waved to me with a smile.
She was wearing her usual post-soccer practice attire and was looking particularly hot that afternoon. Her skin was sweaty, shimmering gold and her hair was matted just the way I hoped it’d look after I’d put a baby inside her, too.
She shimmied down the hallway to her room and I watched after her, her luscious ass bouncing with each step.
I didn’t know how yet, I didn’t know when, but within the next month I would have her. I would put a baby inside of her and before anyone knew that anything was up, I’d have two babies on the way fro
m my two sexy little twin stepdaughters.
Sure, their mother might hate me for it. She might even leave me for it. But there was nothing to stop me from having the children I’d always wanted now. And in the meantime, there was always a quickie in a hotel room with Amanda to hold me over. But soon, very soon, I’d have Michelle, too.
Doing the Twins, Part 2
Chapter 1
When I married Kathleen, I had my plan already in the works in my mind. Her two twin stepdaughters, Amanda and Michelle, were far too hot, even as young as they were back then, to be ignored. And since Kathleen had no desire to have more children, but I’d never been in a relationship that would allow me the opportunity to have kids of my own, I decided early that as soon as they were of age and ripe for bearing my children, I would put my babies in their bellies.
When a golden opportunity presented itself in the form of Amanda’s volleyball competition out of town the same weekend as Michelle’s soccer tournament, I volunteered to chaperone Amanda’s trip.
After amping up my flirting the couple of weeks prior to the trip and dropping several blatant and some subtle hints as to my intentions, Amanda and I spent that long weekend either at her matches or in hot, sweaty sheets. I packed her full of my seed in every hole I could for five straight days and nights. Her eighteen-year-old athlete’s body was primed and delicious.
There was nothing she couldn’t do to satisfy me, and her endless energy and lust for more were a force to be reckoned with. She was like a ravenous animal, starving for sex, and I fed her daily.
Shortly after the trip ended and things had gone – relatively – back to normal (aside from the secret rendezvous’ that we’d make every once in a while in a motel at lunchtime or the back of my car around the corner from the house), Amanda took a pregnancy test and it came back positive.
This was it. This was the moment I’d waited for all these years. I was finally going to have a child of my own. But one wasn’t enough.