EROTICA: 10 GROUP MMF FIRST TIME TABOO BRAT SEX STORIES (MEGA COLLECTION BUNDLE: Man of the House, MFF, MMF, Alpha Men Gang, Menage Romance — BONUS FREE BOOK: Stepbrother Forbidden Romance)
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I watched him scan me up and down with his eyes. Where this boldness was coming from, I had no idea. Maybe I was feeling invincible. Maybe I felt like I had nothing to lose at this point so I might as well make the pass I’d fantasized about. Whatever it was, it seemed to be working. His eyes scanned my perky breasts under my blue flannel snap shirt and continued to my tiny ripped up blue denim shorts. I loved these shorts. They did just the trick. When I turned around, you could just barely see where my ass started to curve out from my thighs before the frayed edges of the shorts covered me up. The little rips in the front showed skin barely off my tight little pussy, giving the watcher hope. They left very little to the imagination, and I could see that Jeff was imagining something he liked.
I walked closer to where he stood between the hotel room beds.
“I said, I want something long and hard and hot inside me… and I said I want it now.” I repeated to him, getting far to close for propriety.
“Brandi, look,” he stammered. “I’m your stepfather. I’m married to your mother. I know it hasn’t been the greatest right now, but this can’t happen. We can’t – ”
I cut him off again. Not with words this time, but with my hand on his cock. Fortunately, he had made its presence known as he’d stripped me with his eyes, so I knew right where to grab. I latched my hand onto him and started immediately to massage his rod. He stiffened in my hand and his breathing quickened.
“Brandi, we can’t,” he weakly protested.
“I want you,” I whispered into his ears on tiptoes. “I want you inside me. I want you to show me what it is to be with a man.” He trembled in my hand. “I want you to take my cherry… tonight.” I said and nibbled his earlobe.
With one hand still kneading his dough, I put my mouth in front of his. His lips hung open in semi-protesting pleasure. I squeezed him hard and in that moment, he gave in.
He nearly slammed his face into mine, locking his lips against my mouth and jamming his tongue down my throat. His large, muscular hands wrapped around my petite frame and pulled me against him. He kissed me like a maniac, madly lustful for a woman’s flesh. I didn’t want to leave him wanting, so I got to work right away.
My hands slid down his stony torso and rapidly undid the button on his pants. I pulled his zipper down before he could even think of protesting and in a flash my lips were off of his mouth and onto his cock.
The look of stunned excitement that struck his face like lightning was something glorious to behold. I stared up at him hungrily as I let him bury his cock in my mouth. I opened as wide as I could, and tried to push my head forward, but he was too long. This beast he kept between his legs, the monster I’d wanted to see for years, the thing I’d been staring at as it bulged under his towel every morning on this trip was too big to fit into my mouth all the way. I pushed forward and choked myself on him over and over again. I let it happen. I opened my throat and let the gagging rattle my throat as his hard, powerful beast of a cock slammed into the back of my head over and over.
I enveloped his shaft with my lips and slid back to the tip. I rolled my tongue over his head as I’d done with Colby and his eyes rolled back in his head. He put a hand on the back of my head and pushed me down the length of him again. I slid up and down, bobbing my head front to back with my lips and tongue pressed firmly against him, sucking as I slid back, opening as I slid forward to keep the friction as pleasurable as possible.
I pulled him out of my mouth just long enough to moisten my lips and get my saliva flowing again. I kissed the side of his long staff and slid my lips and tongue up and down the left side, then the right side, then I licked him from bottom to top once, and then again, and then again before flicking the underside of the tip with my tongue quickly back and forth. He was shaking and I was sweating. My box was dripping for him. I was sure my panties were completely soaked through by this point.
I wrapped my lips around him once more and slid the length of his shaft, sucking him hard. I paused to catch my breath, and without any warning he pulled me up and ripped my clothes off of me. He threw my shirt back, ripping the snaps apart and tossing it off of me. My tiny denim shorts, he greedily pulled down, taking my panties with them. My bra, I took care of myself. No sense in wasting time. As I finished unhooking my bra and dropped it to the floor, he pulled his own t-shirt over his head and threw it. Suddenly, in less than ten seconds we were both completely stripped, his cock erected like a skyscraper, my pussy warm and inviting and tight.
He shoved me backwards onto the bed and loomed over me.
“You want to know what it is to be with a man?” he asked, gripping the base of his cock, lining the tip up with my lustful pink folds.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“You want me inside you?” he asked, his breath quickening again.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“God, yes!” I screamed.
And he shoved himself forward, diving into me solidly and firmly. It was earthshattering. It hurt so intensely and yet was so insanely perfect I couldn’t get enough. He drove into me like he was hammering a nail, slamming his body against mine, pounding his rock-hard one-eyed stallion into me. It was all I could do to hold onto him. My legs necessarily wrapped around his back to keep from falling off the bed, and my arms wrapped around his neck. I dug my fingertips into the skin of his back and he arched his spine, moaning for more.
His hand reached down and he gripped my left calf. He pushed my leg up and propped it against his shoulder. My whole body rotated to my right slightly, and when he thrust into me again he went even deeper than before. It was like he’d aligned the puzzle pieces perfectly to fit in the most ideal way. He held my leg steady against his muscular chest, his veins popping out and bulging in his neck and arms as he strained to plow into me. My body shook with every thrust and I howled for him.
His pace quickened and he became like a machine gun. He pounded faster and harder, his speed increasing with every thrust. His free hand reached out and grabbed ahold of my breast. He squeezed and massaged, and gripped for support as he rammed me harder and faster. He was like a jackhammer.
His grip on my leg tightened and I felt something coming over me. It was familiar but I’d never felt it this intensely. I felt a wave of dizziness so intense that I was sure I was going to pass out or vomit or maybe both. I tried to tell him to stop, that I needed a minute to rest, but I couldn’t make my mouth say words. It was all I could do to moan, a moan which turned into a squeal as the orgasm crested and exploded through my body. I screamed and he pounded even faster and even harder. I rode the wave of my orgasm like a surfer, gliding along the power and intensity with purpose and a pure ecstatic rush. Just as I reached the climax of my climax, I felt his body tightened, everything hung in stasis for a thousand years, and then his body jerked and convulsed and I felt a gushing of hot, stickiness fill me inside. Another rattle and another burst of jizz blasted into me. A third tremor and I felt him throb inside me, his heartbeat palpable as it pumped blood to his still-engorged cock.
He panted atop me and slowly let my leg down. He rolled off to the side and we lay there with our legs dangling off the bed, his flagpole declining to half-mast.
I rolled to the side and put my head and hand on his chest, resting my thigh on his.
“So, that’s what it’s like to be with a man,” I said, twirling my forefinger in his chest hair.
“That’s what it’s like,” he said quietly and low, his voice barely more than a rumble of bass.
“So what happens now?” I asked, hopeful that this wouldn’t be the end.
“Now…” he mused. “Now we sleep. Tomorrow we compete. Tomorrow night we celebrate victory.”
“How do you want to celebrate after we win across the board tomorrow?” I asked seductively.
“Oh I think we can… come up with something,” he said.
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