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by CELENE CAREY

  “Emily, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Nothing was going on. We were just talking about the housework. I’m not even attracted to Paula.”

  “Bullshit! I see how you look at her. And she obviously wants you.”

  “You’re acting crazy.”

  “Oh yeah? I’m crazy? Well how’s this for crazy: next time I see you talking to her like that, I’m gonna tell mom what happened between us.”

  “Oh good Emily. Real smart. You’re acting like a complete child.”

  “Don’t talk to me like that. You’re mine now. You only get to fuck me.”

  “Is that so?” Philip raised one eyebrow and looked down into my face. He was so cocky. I wanted him so bad.

  I grabbed the back of his head and closed my lips over his, kissing him hungrily, sliding my tongue into his mouth, inhaling his scent. He responded, kissing me back almost violently, bending my neck back and forcing me down onto the couch. I felt the cold leather caress my skin as Philip pressed his hard cock into the front of my pants. I moaned and squirmed as he licked my neck slowly, leaving a long wet trail along my skin.

  “I’m gonna fuck those tits,” Philip moaned against my shoulder.

  My pussy was dripping wet; I wanted to feel his cock pressing against my breasts. I pulled his hips up closer to my chest and watched as he slowly unzipped his fly and let his thick cock fall out. I stared at it, its tip glistening. I stuck my tongue out and licked the droplet of moisture off the head of his huge dick. He moaned and shivered at the touch of my wet mouth. I cupped my tits, pushing them together, squeezing the flesh against his penis, as he started thrusting slowly back and forth. I looked up into his blue eyes, spit into my palm and rubbed the spit over his dick, sticking my tongue out, touching his cock with my tongue every time he thrusted upwards.

  He increased the rhythm of his hips and I pressed my tits together harder, moaning as I felt his slippery skin against mine. My clit was throbbing. I wanted him inside of me, but I also wanted him to keep fucking my breasts. His cock was bigger and harder than I had ever seen it before. I gazed at it in admiration as it plunged up and down between my rosy pink nipples.

  All of a sudden he pulled away and grabbed my waist with his strong hands. He flipped me over, pushing my face into the plush arm of the couch. I yelped in surprise at the roughness of his touch. He thrust his cock deep into my pussy, not bothering to warm me up first, just plunging it in and fucking me hard and deep. Luckily I was already sopping wet, and my cunt accepted him readily. Still, he was so hard and big, I felt the walls of my vagina straining to accommodate his size. I gasped as he slammed into me over and over, slapping my ass with each thrust, forcing my head into the crack between the couch cushions.

  “Fuck!” I screamed into the leather as I felt him quicken his pace, ramming into me harder and harder. I could tell that he was ready to come; he wasn’t waiting for me at all. It almost felt like he was taking out his frustration on my pussy, trying to teach me a lesson by fucking me as hard as he could. I submitted to his will and waited for him to come.

  “Come all over me, daddy,” I moaned as I felt him lose control of his body. He pulled out of me and I felt him spray all over my ass and back, relishing the warmth and stickiness of his come as it dripped all over my skin.

  He collapsed with a grunt, used his shirt to roughly wipe me off, then pulled his pants on and walked out of the room without a word. I sat back on the couch cushions, naked except for my pleated skirt hiked up around my waist, and sighed. I felt like Philip was trying to punish me for speaking to him the way that I had. Some punishment, I thought, as I stretched out across the couch and let my fingers wander down to my clit. It only took about thirty seconds before I was coming all over my hand, whispering Philip’s name and writhing helplessly against the cool leather.

  CHAPTER 3

  The next week was uneventful. Mom was home for the first part of it, and Paula had reverted to dressing in her normal clothes. She no longer wore sexy outfits around the house, and I was relieved to see that she seemed to have stopped flirting with Philip. On Thursday, Mom announced she was going on yet another business trip – this one for four days. When she told us at the kitchen table, I felt a secret thrill inside, and glanced up over my breakfast to see that Philip was smiling at me over his cereal bowl. Mom didn’t notice; all she cares about is work. That’s fine with me, just leaves me more alone time with her hot husband.

  The day that Mom left, I was all over Philip. It was like I wanted to claim him as my property. I deliberately flaunted our physical relationship in front of Paula, just in case she got any more ideas about trying to flirt with him. I fawned over him and stroked his arms; I laughed at all of his jokes and wore my sexiest outfits around the house. I even started kissing him full on the lips, not making out, but just planting lip-to-lip kisses on him whenever I saw Paula watching us from across the room. Every time this happened, I looked her way; she pretended not to care but I saw her expression – a scowl of disapproval and jealousy as she tried to seem busy and distracted with housework.

  Saturday came – the day of the Dan Smith concert. I was so excited to attend the show, but I was also acutely aware that I would be leaving Philip in the house alone with Paula. I cornered him in the kitchen on my way out to the concert. He was standing in the open door of the refrigerator, taking a long sip from a bottle of beer. I sidled up to him and ran my hand up and down his broad, muscled back, leaning my cheek against his arm and staring into the bright interior of the fridge.

  “I’m gonna miss you tonight,” I murmured in his ear as I squashed my breasts against his bicep. “I want to give you something to remember me by.”

  I reached into the freezer compartment and grabbed an ice cube from the tray. Staring into his eyes, I popped the cube into my mouth and smiled, slowly lowering to my knees in front of his crotch. I unzipped his fly and grabbed his thick shaft, taking the first inch into my mouth, pressing the ice against his skin with my warm tongue. I felt him shivered as I began sucking his dick in and out of my mouth, keeping the ice cube against him. I grasped his hips and pulled him into me, forcing his penis deeper into my mouth, wanting him to gag me with his huge cock.

  He reached down and grabbed my upper arms, pulling me to a standing position. He locked his lips with mine and sucked the melting ice cube from my mouth into his. I watched him reach over into the freezer and grab another ice cube. He pushed it into his mouth with one thick finger as he lowered himself to the floor in front of me and spit an ice cube out of his mouth into his hand. He took the cube and fingered it slowly into my pussy. I gasped with shock at the freezing cold feeling of the ice entering my hot pussy and immediately starting to melt and trickle cold water down my folds. I felt like my legs would collapse under me, but before they could, he stood up, picked my leg up in his hand and placed my foot on the granite countertop, took his cock in his hand and shoved it inside me, pushing the ice further up in my cunt. I relished the contrast of his hot cock next to the freezing-cold ice cube, and began to buck my hips against him harder, feeling myself close to orgasm.

  But instead of letting me come, he pulled out again and reached towards the ice tray once more. He pulled out one ice cube after another, inserting them into my tight little pussy until I thought I would burst. He pushed three ice cubes inside me, and I squirmed against the granite countertop, feeling the cold water from the melting ice dripping down my hot, quivering thighs as I struggled to keep from collapsing onto the kitchen floor.

  “Oh daddy what are you doing to me?” I screamed involuntarily as I felt the ice deep inside my pulsing cunt. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. I watched through half-lidded eyes as Philip reached once again towards the ice cube tray. He pulled a final cube from the freezer and guided it down to my crotch. I thought he was going to put it in my pussy, but instead he rubbed it against the outside of my asshole, pushing it lightly until it slipped inside. The feeling of being filled became so overwhelming
that I started coming harder than I ever had before. I felt my pussy clench against the melting ice cubes, my asshole spasming against the ice there as my clit sent explosions of pleasure through my entire body. I felt my vision blur and start to go black as I was overtaken by the explosive waves of unbearable pleasure.

  I screamed and fell over the countertop, my legs shaking, struggling to breathe, feeling my stepdad behind me, holding onto my hips to keep me from falling on the ground. “Good girl,” he murmured in my ear as I shuddered helplessly against the cold granite, my nipples hard as diamonds, sweat running between my heaving breasts. I lay there on the counter for what must have been five minutes before I finally felt I had regained the strength to stand up on my own. I turned around to look at Philip, who was smirking at me, his face smug and satisfied as he watched me struggle to compose myself.

  “Have a nice time at the concert, dear,” he called breezily over his shoulder as he walked out of the kitchen, leaving me to gather my soaking wet panties up from the floor to cover myself. I decided to wear the same panties to the Dan Smith concert. The cold, wet fabric against my pussy would remind me of this encounter we’d just had in the kitchen.

  CHAPTER 4

  The concert was great. I cheered and danced the whole time with my friends, but I couldn’t get Philip out of my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he had made me come so hard I couldn’t even walk. I kept picturing his handsome face, his blue eyes, his muscular body, his warm, thick, veiny cock. All I really wanted was to go back home and crawl into bed with him. With my mother gone, we could finally be in the same bed together, and I wanted to be cradled in his arms, to sleep next to him.

  The moment the concert ended, I slipped out of the venue without telling my friends or my boyfriend. I got in my car and sped all the way home, running stoplights in my eagerness to get back to Philip. Finally I pulled into the driveway and sprinted out of the car into the dark house, making my way toward Mom and Philip’s room, taking off my panties as I walked along the silent hallways. I knew Philip would love it if I came to him without any underwear on.

  I crept up to the bedroom door. I could see a sliver of light coming out from under it. Good, Philip was up, he had been waiting for me to get home. I felt my pussy get a little wet as I pushed the door open slowly. What I saw when the door opened took my breath away.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes. Philip was with Paula. They were both totally naked on the sprawling king-size bed. Neither of them had any clothes on. Paula was on her back, legs spread wide, with Philip’s hand inside of her cunt up to the wrist. She was groaning loudly, her head thrown back, exposing her milky-white throat, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

  I stood there frozen in place, dropping my purse to the ground. Paula and Philip heard me and stared in my direction, startled by the sound.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” I screamed in anger and confusion.

  Neither of them spoke. Philip withdrew his fist from Paula’s pussy with an audible pop. I stared at her gaping pussy in awe. Part of me was angry at finding them together like this, but another part of me was fascinated and intrigued. I had never seen anyone fisted before. I had never considered it as a possibility. I looked at Philip’s large hand, glistening from Paula’s pussy juices. I couldn’t believe such a large hand had gone into such a small, tight hole. I wondered what it would feel like to have Philip’s fist stuffed deep into my cunt. I remembered earlier today, the way it had felt when he stuffed those ice cubes inside of me, then filled me with his cock, the feeling of being stuffed to the limit, my pussy stretched as far as it could go. It had felt so good, so satisfying, to be crammed so full. All of a sudden I was filled with an unbearable craving to feel Philip’s fist inside of me like he had just had it inside of Paula.

  “Emily…don’t be mad…please,” Paula panted, laying her hand between her legs and covering her beautiful big breasts with the other hand.

  CHAPTER 5

  “Shut up. I’m not mad,” I admonished her, then slowly began stripping my clothes off. I slipped my shirt up over my head, pulled my skirt down, and started unhooking my bra as I walked toward Philip and Paula, still naked on the bed. Their eyes roved over my body hungrily as I disrobed. I approached the bed and bent over Paula’s face, my hair cascading over her as I stared into her big brown eyes. She looked back at me with fear and desire; I could tell she was worried I would be angry with her, but my desire overtook all of my other emotions. I lowered my lips to hers and began to kiss her softly, dragging my tongue lightly over her plump pink lips. She moaned softly and kissed me back, raising her hands to cup my breasts, feeling their fullness, making my nipples hard with her small, soft fingers.

  I flipped over onto my back, lying next to Paula, and entwined my fingers in hers. “Put your fist in me, daddy,” I pouted, gazing up through my eyelashes at my stepfather towering over us, his huge, throbbing cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he looked back and forth between Paula and I.

  “I don’t think you’re ready for that, Emily,” he said sternly, staring into my eyes, parting my pussy lips with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re so tight.”

  “Daddy please fuck me with your fist,” I begged in a tiny voice, and I could see his resolve crumbling. He trailed a finger along my stomach, tracing a line down to the cleft of my vagina, rubbing my clit softly before slipping the finger deep into my pussy. I moaned and arched my back against his hand, forcing it deeper. He inserted another finger, and then another. Soon he had four fingers up inside me, stretching me wide open. I couldn’t contain myself. I grabbed his hand and told him to make a fist. He curled his fingers together, tucked in his thumb, and pressed his hand against my wet pussy lips, nudging them open with his knuckles, digging them into my soft, wet cunt, rubbing the ridges of his hand against my hard, throbbing clit.

  He pushed harder and harder, but no matter how hard he pressed, his fist was met with resistance. My pussy simply couldn’t open up far enough to allow his hand inside. I humped his hand frantically, trying to push him further inside of me, but his hand simply wouldn’t fit. I lay back, frustrated, breathing hard as I ground my cunt against my stepdad’s hand, desperate for release.

  “Baby, it’s not gonna fit,” he said apologetically, looking down into my face sympathetically.

  “No!” I exclaimed, squeezing my legs together and frowning up at him, trying to keep his hand in place.

  “Here, let me try. My hand is smaller,” Paula whispered, replacing Philip’s hand with her own smaller one. She slowly slid two fingers down the mound of my labia, stroking gently all the way down until she reached my clit. She rubbed it gently, and I moaned in ecstasy, my whole body melting under her touch. She lowered her mouth to my tits and began sucking on my right nipple, sliding her tongue around and over the tip, biting down softly with her teeth, playing with my swollen clit the whole time. Soon I was squirming uncontrollably, pushing my hips against her hand, wanting to feel more of her fingers inside of me. She slid two fingers inside of me, then three. I felt her fit a fourth in, and the feeling of her fingers stretching my cunt made me shiver and moan with pleasure. Just when I thought she couldn’t fit anything else inside of me, I felt her fold her thumb and push it up inside. I couldn’t believe it; she had all of her fingers up inside my cunt.

  “Put your fist in,” I begged, pumping my hips faster up and down, pulling her head harder against my tits. I felt her close her hand and continue pushing inside of me, the pressure was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. It hurt a little bit, but at the same time, I felt more pleasure than I’d ever had in my life. I felt her tiny fist slip into my tight cunt. I looked down and saw that she was buried inside of me up to her delicate wrist.

  “Fuck me, please, fuck me with your fist,” I gasped, and Paula started sliding her hand in and out of my slick, wet cunt, her fingers curled into a fist the entire time. I felt the knuckle of her thumb hit my g-spot as I fucked her hand. Philip started sucking hard and s
low on my tits as Paula was fist fucking me. I moaned uncontrollably, my body taking over as I humped against Paula’s small tan hand.

  All of a sudden I couldn’t take it anymore, I wanted to feel Philip’s cock in my mouth. I pushed Paula away from me and got on my knees on the soft bed. I grabbed Philip’s hips and drew him towards me cock-first. Paula sat down next to me and pressed her face against mine in a slow, passionate kiss. We turned toward Philip’s thick, throbbing cock. “You wanna suck it with me?” I asked in a voice choked with pleasure. “Yeah baby,” she purred, licking my chin with her long pink tongue.

  We turned to face the huge cock in front of us. I started licking around the head as Paula gripped the shaft firmly in her hand, stroking it up and down, pausing occasionally to massage his balls. She licked along the length of his dick, caressing the swollen veins with her tongue, while I gently sucked the first couple of inches into and out of my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin at the head of his cock, moaning as I took it deep into my throat. I looked up at Philip; he had one hand on each of our heads, guiding us as we sucked him enthusiastically, slurping up each others’ spit and Philip’s thick pre-cum, twining our tongues against each other as we sucked his cock together.

  He pulled us both up by our hair and started kissing us, the three of us making out together, our tongues sliding against each other as we eagerly caressed each others’ bodies. I wanted to taste Paula’s pussy, to rub my face against her clit. I’d never gone down on a woman before. As I lowered my face to her crotch and pressed my mouth against her slit, I slowly slid my tongue out and moved it up and down against her wet cunt. I heard her groan and felt her press against my face; I sped my movements up and she started humping harder and faster. All of a sudden I felt Philip slide his head between my legs and start tonguing my labia, softly at first, and then more insistently as I ground myself against his face, eating Paula’s pussy at the same time. I screamed into Paula’s pussy lips and heard her start to come, smothering my face with her vagina, her cunt pulsing as her fluids poured into my mouth. I licked her clean and swallowed every last drop as Philip kissed my pussy deep and hard.