by Sophia Taboo
“What’s that?” she asked, her eyes bulging, her chest heaving with a surge of desire.
“You,” I said.
I yanked the towel toward me and stepped flush up to the tub. The force was enough to pull her toward me and I caught her lips on mine. I wrapped the towel hand around her back and pulled her close to me, pressing my tongue into her mouth, kissing her passionately, almost desperately.
Her body succumbed to the passion I presented and she kissed me back lustfully, dropping the towel and draping the arm that had just held it around my neck. I pulled her in closer, and she let go of the shower curtain.
With the vinyl curtain out of the way, I wrapped my other arm around her waist and hoisted her out of the tub so she was standing on the linoleum bathroom floor, pressed against me, soaking my clothes with her wet, hot body.
Her hands reached up and cupped my face, sliding back along my neck and pulling my hair at the back of my head. I clenched her to me with my arms and I felt her legs shake and tremble.
I pressed my pelvis forward and rubbed my hard cock against her thighs through my khakis. Suddenly, she pulled away and tried to cover herself a little.
“Wait, what are we doing?” she asked almost editorially.
“It’s okay,” I assured her. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”
“Okay, yes,” she said, trying to rationalize what was happening, “but, no, wait. We can’t do this.”
“And why not?” I asked. “If we both want it, why can’t we?”
“Because you’re my stepdad, A,” she said quickly transitioning from passion to fear, “B, because you’re married… to my mother. And C because I have a boyfriend!”
“Michelle,” I said sensuously, “I want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time. You’re the reason I made sure to make this trip happen, and I don’t want to let anything come between us.”
“But there are things between us,” she exclaimed, snatching the towel from my hand and draping it in front of herself, hiding her unbelievably sexy body from my view and touch. “There are a lot of things between us!”
“There don’t have to be,” I said simply.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well,” I began, “are you planning to stay with your boyfriend after high school?”
She thought for a moment.
“Probably not,” she said hesitantly.
“So, there’s that,” I said decisively. “I’m not a blood relative, am I?” I asked.
“Well…” she hesitated again, seeing that there was a way to rationalize our way out of the moral quandary so we could have what we both wanted most. “No I guess not.”
“There we go,” I continued. “And as for your mother, she can’t give me what I want most… but you can.”
“And what’s that?” she asked now almost breathless.
“You,” I said.
I stepped toward her again. I moved at that perfect pace that’s not quite fast enough to startle a person, but not quite slow enough to be stopped. I pressed myself against her and at the same speed, kissed her, holding her face in one hand, her waist in the other.
Her body melted into mine and I felt all of the inhibitions melt away. She was mine.
The towel dropped along with her worries and she recommitted herself to our lustful desires. She pressed her body to mine, her tight, muscular naked body, and dug her nails into my back.
She slid her fingers up under the bottom of my polo shirt and began to lift it. I didn’t waste any time. I grabbed the shirt along with her and we pulled it off of me together. She reared her head back to gaze at my broad, wide chest and she ran her fingers through the hair on it, scraping her nails against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure and hunger through me.
As she draped her arms back around my neck, I worked the fly of my pants open and tossed them to the ground right along with my boxers. I jimmied my feet free of the bounds of my pants and pressed my massive erection against her inner thigh, brushing my tip against her soft, hot, wet pussy. She was fresh out of the shower and she was already gushing with pleasure. I could feel, even in that brief moment just how wet she was and it made me ravenous to be inside her.
I spun us around, still with my tongue in her mouth and dragged her along with me to the bed. We rolled across the wall outside the bathroom and fell onto the bed with her on top of me.
I was shocked to see her take charge, but she now knew what she wanted and, it seemed, she wasn’t altogether inexperienced. That boyfriend of hers must have given her a little practice, but I wondered how much.
She straddled me and gripped my cock in her hand, her pussy pressed up against my shaft while she stroked and massaged the length of my shaft. Her other hand buried itself in the hairs on my chest again and she scratched her nails down toward my legs. She dug her nails in just above my hipbone and it sent a shock through me like nothing I’d ever felt.
She stroked my cock and rocked her body back and forth, rubbing herself on my shaft and obviously pressing her clit against it, giving herself a rise in passion that was beautiful to watch. Her head was flung back, her wet hair draping down her back, her tits bouncing lustfully on her chest, and her hand squeezing my cock so hard I thought I would burst right then and there.
I grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward me, lifting her ass off of my knees and into the air.
“You like to be on top?” I asked.
“Seems like it,” she said with a seductive smile.
“Put me in you,” I said authoritatively.
A sudden blush came over her cheeks and her hand faltered for a breath.
“I’ve never…” she started. “I’ve never actually gone all the way.”
Beautiful, I thought. Simply beautiful.
“That’s okay,” I said. “We can go slow.”
I pulled her into position and put my hand over hers at the base of my cock. Together, we slid my head up and down the slit of her box and slowly pressed up into her. As the folds parted, she winced with the stretch of my thick, hard cock sliding inside.
I cued her thighs to sit down onto it, and she slowly lowered herself, taking me deep inside of her, letting me sink all the way in, using her weight to press me into her to both of our limits.
She clenched her eyes with the painful stretch a few more times, but once I was inside of her fully, I was able to rock my hips to stimulate every bit of her. I rotated my hips beneath her and she let her body fall forward, supporting her weight on her arms that were planted on my chest.
Her hips sank down onto me and my cock hungrily burrowed into her.
I cued her hips again and she rocked forward and back, moving her body like a snake, grinding her clit against my shaft as she took me into her slit.
I wrapped my hands around farther and grabbed her ass. As she flexed and rocked on top of me, her muscular ass tensed and released like an engine firing at full power. I dug my fingertips into her ass on one cheek and slapped the other cheek as hard as I could.
She screamed in surprise and desire and stared at me.
“You want more?” I asked up to her.
“Fuck yes,” she said, taking herself by surprise with her answer.
I slapped her ass again and, again, she screamed out with pleasure and lust.
A third time I slapped her ass, this time on the other cheek and even hard. A moan came out of her so orgasmic it was like nothing I’d ever heard before. I could tell she was getting close already with so much new stimulation to enjoy, so I wanted to take full advantage of the situation as we both rose in pleasure.
As she rocked her hips, I thrust my dick up into her with hard, powerful thrusts and she took it and begged for more.
“Oh Jesus, yes!” she screamed. “Yes! Fuck me! Harder! Harder!”
I obliged and planted my heels into the bedspread so I could slam my cock up into her. She pounded back down and together we rammed our bodies against one another, my cock qui
vering with orgasmic hunger, her pussy squeezing around my cock getting ready to cum, itself.
She dug her nails down into me as her entire body began to tense.
“Oh fuck yes!” she screamed through clenched teeth. Her eyes were held tightly shut, unable to open with the tension building through her entire body. She was so fucking close, but I wanted to finish on top and I knew that as soon as she came it would send me over the edge. I couldn’t cum into her from below – I’d run the risk of dripping out of her, and I couldn’t have that.
Without a word, and in one fluid movement, I shot my hips up into the air and flipped to the side, spinning both our bodies so that we came slamming down with her back against the mattress.
She squealed with delight, surprise and her body rocked harder as she rose to her climax.
I pounded into her as hard as I could, one hand holding her thigh open, the other on one of her perfect tits, squeezing as I fucked her, holding her down and using her body as the vessel that would carry my dream.
She let out a long, high scream that rose in pitch and intensity to such a degree that she censored herself by turning her head and biting the comforter. As her body tightened preparing to cum, the extra friction took me to my height and I felt my own cum build to the breaking point.
I moaned with her and at the moment that she unleashed an explosive outburst of sound and enjoyment, slapping her hands onto my back to hold onto something tangible, I shot forth my load into her and pounded it in deeper. I pushed and pressed my cock inside her and came so hard my entire body shuddered.
As I’d done with her sister, I lay on top of her for a minute or so, panting with my cock acting as a cork to keep my seed inside her. She panted below me, her body heaving with a rush of new sensations, her skin once more coated in a layer of golden sweat.
“You came inside me,” she said wistfully but on the verge of concern.
“Yes I did,” I said my dick still closing her hole up.
“What if I get pregnant?”
“What if you do?”
She looked at me confused, as though I was kidding, but when she saw that my face was dead set and serious, her expression changed to worry.
“Wait, do you want me to get pregnant?”
“I told you your mother couldn’t give me what I wanted.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean that I want a child of my own, and I want her to look like you.”
Michelle looked at me with concern mixed with confusion.
I decided that I’d kept her plugged for long enough and I slowly pulled myself out of her, sliding to her side to lay next to her with my head propped up on my hand.
“Are you being serious right now?” she asked.
“Completely,” I said. “I want a child and I want to have it with you.”
“But what about mom?” she asked. “What about college? What about – we can’t do that!”
“What about you?” I asked. “Do you want to have a baby? We’ve talked before and you’ve always said that someday you wanted children.”
“Well sure, but… now?”
“Why not?” I asked. “You have everything you need, I can easily support all of us, you’d have no worries in the world. You’d be able to live your life and do anything you want, just with a plus-one.”
“I don’t think I understand how,” she said.
“You carry my child, bear it, and it will be ours,” I said. “I will care, and provide, for all of us. Your sister, too.”
“What about my sister?” she asked even more confused.
“The two of you are in this together now,” I said. “I always wanted two kids of my own, and now I’ll have them… from the two of you.”
She got up from the bed in a shot and stood, gorgeously naked and unabashed, in front of me.
“You fucked my sister and got her pregnant and then you fuck me to do the same thing?” she yelped.
“Yes,” I said simply.
“What the hell?” she asked.
“Look,” I said, slowly standing and taking her in my arms so smoothly that she didn’t even consider resisting. “I love you both, and I want you both, and I want two children. This is how I’ve wanted to make it happen for years. And now it will. You are giving me the greatest gift you ever could.”
She stared at me, her disbelief slowly melting away.
“I want you, Michelle,” I said. “I want you. And I want your sister. And the three of us together will have two beautiful children, and we will raise them as we should: as a family.”
“Can we do that?” she asked, looking for a sign that this would somehow be okay.
“Of course we can,” I said assuringly. “We can do anything.”
Something in this must have done the trick, because her passive stance became an embrace that pressed her supple, firm body against mine in acceptance and maternal love.
“So you’ll do this with me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “I’ll bear your child.”
I lifted her chin with two fingers and kissed her tenderly, lovingly, and with a passion that assured her I would not go back on my word to support her in every way.
Chapter 3
Michelle and I spent the rest of the weekend away having the most incredibly athletic sex I’d ever had in my life. Even her sister, Amanda, didn’t measure up to the gymnastics that Michelle brought to the table. Her desire to be the one in control didn’t hurt either. Once in a while, a guy wants to be dominated a little, and she did not disappoint.
Getting her off for those few days over and over, filling her with my seed each time to ensure that she’d conceive my child, made that the best weekend I’d ever had.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed the hell out of her sister, too, and looked very much forward to having each of them for years to come, but they brought different tactics and desires to the table that I knew I could use and satisfy.
On our way home, Michelle and I decided that we should wait to make any announcements. Even though she knew about Amanda, we’d wait until it was impossible to hide what was happening any longer and then we’d announce that she, too, would be bearing one of my children. We weren’t sure how the consequences from all this would fall out, but she assured me she wouldn’t back down and I promised her with every confidence that I would be by her and her sister’s sides.
A couple of weeks later, just as Amanda was becoming unable to hide her predicament, Michelle came to me with a pregnancy test just as her sister had done. That little blue cross was the most wonderful thing I’d ever seen.
I was so excited and so engulfed with passion that I took her right then and there on my office floor with her sister and mother in the house downstairs. I didn’t care anymore. The consequences be damned, I would have my two children.
As the weeks progressed and Amanda could no longer hide the bit of a bump that was beginning to show, Michelle and I knew that we would have to tell her our secret before we announced Amanda’s.
She was remarkably understanding. I think she knew long before we told her, probably before we even went away that weekend, so it wasn’t a surprise. She took it like a champ. She wasn’t happy at first, but she wasn’t resentful or jealous. I think, more than anything, she was just a little disappointed to not be the only one.
I explained that I wanted two children and that the only way to ensure I could have that was to have one child with each of them simultaneously. That way there wouldn’t be a chance for anyone to stop us before I got fulfillment of my entire dream.
This seemed to sooth her hurt a bit and she seemed to be okay with the situation.
As for making a public announcement beyond the three of us, that would be trickier. We’d certainly have to tread carefully, and at least I’d waited until each of them was eighteen. As hard as it had gotten to keep waiting, I knew that the last thing I’d need in this complicated situation was for either of them to be underage. After all, I am a
lawyer.
But since we’d waited, and since they were both already pregnant, the announcement would hopefully go off without too many hitches.
Sure, I may get a third divorce over this.
Sure, I may take some heat socially and publicly for it.
But you know what, it would be worth it. To know that my two, blonde, fit, sexy stepdaughters were carrying my children inside them, to know that in nine months I’d have two children of my own and from healthy, strong, young women whose genes I trusted, to know that I had finally gotten the on thing I had always been missing in my family life, a little extra sacrifice would be worth it.
I was going to be a daddy.
MMF: Stepmom DP
Chapter 1
Lily Hart woke to the whisper of water sprinklers and coarse masculine laughter drifting from the garden below. It was mid-morning in the middle of summer, and sunlight poured through the second-story window to kiss her pale skin. She had kicked her covers away during a fretful night of troubled dreams, and all she was wearing was a sheer lace nightdress that barely clung to her voluptuous curves. It was the same ruby shade as her straight long hair, and it rode up her creamy thighs as she stretched her hand towards the digital clock on her bedside table. 11: 15 a.m. Fuck, I think I had one too many glasses of red wine last night!
These days, getting wasted in the evenings was her only solace in an otherwise miserable and lonely existence. Her husband Carl was an obscenely wealthy investment banker who handled a string of highly lucrative contracts along the West Coast. Unfortunately, it wasn’t until they had been married for two years that Lily discovered just how obscene his personal fortune was. He had been nabbed by the internal revenue service for multiple tax frauds, and he was busy serving out the second year of a five year sentence. She had been shunned by friends and disgraced by local gossipmongers in the wake of her husband’s imprisonment, and she was no longer invited to the glittering galas and exclusive soirées she had grown accustomed to as the beautiful wife of a multi-millionaire.
For the thousandth time, she cursed her husband’s greed and wondered how the hell he had expected to get away with his indiscretions. It was like heroin, he told her when she screamed at him and asked him why he had risked his family’s future over money he clearly didn’t need. After you taste it once, you just need a little more. You tell yourself this is the last time, but it’s never enough. Lily hated him for a while after his pathetic confession, but her emotions had numbed with the passage of time. Now she missed his warm body, his strong hands, and the head of his cock nuzzling against her pussy as he clambered on top of her and teased the wet entrance of her snatch with his thick prick.