Big Men of the House: 55 Book Story Bundle Box Set

by Wendy Pound

  “Oh, I want you so badly,” I moaned in his ear. David slipped his hand underneath my robe and cupped my breast. He massaged my tits and pinched my nipples, making them very erect.

  I unwrapped my robe and let it loose, giving him just a taste of my big tits. He opened up my robe more and kissed my mountain peaks. I held his heard firmly in my chest as he ran his tongue all over my cleavage.

  My hand traveled south until I reached under his robe and felt his enormous cock. David was so hard and long. It felt like it took forever for my fingers to stroke his entire length.

  “That feels so fucking good,” David whispered.

  I stopped stroking him and felt my pussy. It was so wet that it had stained the bed sheets. I dipped my fingers inside me and pulled them out. I shoved my fingers in David's mouth and gave him a taste. He sucked on them hard, making sure he licked up every little bit.

  “Take me. Fuck me hard.” I quickly pulled my robe off until I was completely naked. David did the same and I marveled at his perfectly chiseled body. I wanted him to fuck me just like he did my mom. I spread my legs for him and lay on my back.

  David took his position between my legs. He licked his lips as his eyes took in my entire body. He craved me.

  David rubbed his hardness against my pussy, getting himself all wet. The teasing was too much to handle. I writhed on the bed as the head of his penis played with me.

  Then David thrust his entire shaft inside me. The force of his cock entering me made me cry out in pain. My pussy could barely contain his thickness as he stretched me to unbelievable lengths. David tore through me and his unprotected cock felt so fucking good.

  We kissed as David pumped in and out of me. Every thrust sent a shiver of ecstasy down my spine.

  “Harder,” I begged.

  David slammed in me. His hips crashed against mine as he brutally fucked me on the motel bed. My fingers gripped the bedsheets to keep myself from flying off. The headboard pounded against the wall.

  “Come inside me,” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

  The pleasure hit a fever pitch. I couldn't take it anymore.

  David closed his eyes and grunted, “I'm coming!”

  His seed flowed inside me like a fire hose going off.

  “I'm coming too,” I yelled. Our bodies throbbed with pleasure as our orgasms set off. I writhed on the bed as David filled me up completely.

  I blacked out for a second and came to from another rush of pleasure. David withdrew and left behind a huge void that needed to be filled immediately. A river of cum came out of my pussy and soaked the bed sheets.

  I lay on David's chest and relished the moment. I would never be fucked that good ever again.

  –

  After the storm passed, we resumed our road trip and made it to his family. We acted like nothing happened the entire vacation. What we did was strictly forbidden and we could never do it again.

  Things changed when we got home and I found out I was pregnant. David was all mine now. He was my lover, my stepdad, and now the father of my child.

  Desperate for His Seed

  I really hated going to church. Being the preacher's daughter made it even worse. I hoped that since I graduated from high school my parents would let me make my own decisions. That decision being that I didn't need to go to church every Sunday now. Since I'm going to go to community college, I'll still be under my parents roof. Like my stepdad always said, “If you live under my roof, you'll follow my rules.”

  I've tried to get out of going to church hundreds of times but nothing works. I've tried faking that I'm sick and even when I've been actually sick, my parents still make me go. The main problem with church is that it's so incredibly boring. Sitting there for a couple hours listening to my stepdad drone on and on about how I'm going to hell for my sins is not my idea of fun.

  My mom married Father John around ten years ago. It used to be that priests couldn't marry but the Catholic Church has been relaxing lately. He's a younger priest which is unusual at our church. Most of the priests are pushing eighty years old and look like they are about to fall over and die any second. So I had no idea why Father John wanted to be one when he's so charismatic and attractive. Usually I'll be falling asleep while the priest talks but I'm wide awake when Father John is up there and doing his thing.

  I dreaded the next time I had to go to church. My parents told me I had to go confess my sins. It was something they required me to do at least once a year and I hated it with a passion. Why should I tell my own stepdad about all the bad things I've done recently? Shouldn't that just be between God and me? It so embarrassing talking to a parent about things like sex.

  That Sunday, we went to church as usual and one of the older priests did the sermon. He spoke about being faithful and how adultery was a sin. These things didn't even apply to me since I wasn't married. I nodded off a couple times and I laughed when I noticed my stepdad on stage was too. After the boring sermon, we walked outside and I thought my parents were going to forget about confession.

  “Cora, you need to march your butt right back in there and confess to your stepdad,” my mom said with her don't you dare talk back to me glare.

  “Do I really have to?” I complained. “What do I even need to ask forgiveness for? Getting a B- on my history paper?” In reality, I had done a lot of bad stuff this past year but my parents didn't need to know about that stuff.

  My mom just stared at me with her arms folded across her chest.

  “Fine, I'll meet you in the car in ten minutes.” I went back into the church and it was completely empty. It was always a little scary to be in a church by yourself. It almost felt like God would strike you down if you did or say anything bad. I saw the confessional to the left and the light was green which meant that nobody was in there. The last thing I wanted to was have to wait for some old lady to finish confessing that her last batch of oatmeal cookies wasn't the best.

  I walked to the confessional and hesitated before opening it. I always had to decide how much I was going to confess. I never did anything that horrible. Most of it was either masturbation or sex before marriage. I just didn't like talking to really old men about my sex life. I opened the door and walked in. It was always really dark and you could never see the priest that well through the weird window grate. I guess it was nice because he couldn't really see me either.

  I knelt down onto the kneeler and crossed myself. “Do I really need to say it, stepdad?” I asked.

  “Yes, Cora,” he said behind the screen.

  “Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been one year since my last confession.” I knew that the priest usually wanted the person to just start listing all their sins before they even spoke.

  I took a deep breath and mentally went through the bad stuff I had done the past year. “Well father, I had sex probably over twenty times this past year with six different partners. One of those times was with two guys. I've also masturbated almost every single night. Oh yeah and I cheated on my final exam for English. I think that's about it.”

  I breathed a sigh of relief when I was finally done listing everything. “For these sins and all my sins I am sorry.” I couldn't believe I just confessed all that to my stepdad.

  Now it was time for the priest to take over. I waited for a little while and I could hear him breathing heavily on the other side. “My child, God forgives you for your sins. Please do thirty Hail Marys.”

  Father John began to speak to me again, “I know of the temptations you have to endure on a daily basis. These are tests that God gives us. You must remain vigilant and resist these temptations. Now my child, please do thirty Hail Coras.”

  I was still shocked that I said all those things. “Thank you father.” I walked out of the confessional and waited to see if my stepdad was going to exit too but he didn't. I walked back outside and joined my mom in the car.

  “How did it go Cora?” my mom asked.

  “Oh you know it was fine.” I hoped my s
tepdad wouldn't tell my mom everything I said. We drove back home and I spent the rest of the day in my room. I realized I had a little crush on Father John but I had no idea what to do. He was a man of God and married to my mom so I knew it was going to be next to impossible to have sex with him. But maybe if I was able to catch him in a corner, I could become irresistible to him.

  Right before going to sleep, I imagined what I would do tomorrow. I pictured myself entering his office late at night. Father John was just sitting there doing some paperwork.. I was wearing a bathrobe for some reason and when he noticed me I let the robe drop exposing my naked body. The priest got really flustered and I came around his desk and turned his chair so he faced me. I got down on my knees and lifted his robe until his rock-hard boner was released.

  Back in my bed, I let my hands feel my breasts and squeeze my nipples. My fingers trailed down past my stomach until I hit my pussy. I was so wet that it was soaking the sheets. I began to rub my clit as I delved deeper into my fantasy with Father John. I bit my bottom lip at the sudden injection of ecstasy.

  In my fantasy, I grabbed the priest's shaft and began to stroke it. Father John leaned back in his chair as I slipped his cock into my mouth. My saliva ran down his penis as I sucked his cock really hard. I stroked him while I went up and down on his dick. I took him out of my mouth and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. The priest's breathing quickened and I knew he was close to coming.

  I put him back in my mouth and I started to go faster and faster. His cock was almost about to burst and I wanted to feel his cum spurt into my mouth. I jerked him hard until his cock erupted. I pictured gallons of cum flooding into my mouth as the priest screamed out in pleasure.

  My orgasm hit me right as I imagined the priest giving me a cum bath. I rubbed my clit as hard as I could as waves of ecstasy washed over me. My legs convulsed like an earthquake and I almost passed out. When my orgasm finally subsided, my muscles relaxed and I collapsed back onto my pillow. I tried to catch my breath as I smiled and thought about how good it would feel to have his thick cock inside me. That night I slept very soundly.

  The next day I decided to go to the church and try to catch Father John when he was alone. I thought that maybe I was acting too crazy. All I did knew was that I wanted to fuck that man so badly. My plan was to head over to the church around 8 pm and hope that Father John was still there before he came home.

  The rest of the day I spent trying on different outfits. I had a lot of different looks to choose from and I had no idea what to wear. I wasn't sure how sexy I should go. I had a schoolgirl outfit that I knew would give most men an instant hard on. The problem was I didn't want to be so slutty that it turned of Father John. I decided to go with my best assets, my tits. I wore tight jeans and just a plain white shirt. The shirt was a low cut top that I used to show off my breasts. The key to the outfit was the pushup bra. This made it look like my tits were literally trying to explode out of my shirt.

  When it was time to go, I made sure to slip by my mom without them seeing me. The last thing I wanted was for her to question me about where I was going. I got in my car and checked in the rear view mirror to make sure my makeup hadn't been messed up. I drove over to the church and I was nervous the whole way there. My palms were sweating and they were slipping on the steering wheel as I drove.

  I arrived at the church and parked in the parking lot. There was only one car there and it was my stepdad's. I walked up to the big church door and was about to open it when I got cold feet. What if my plan didn't work? I started to walk back to my car when a thought struck me. I had nothing to lose by trying. If he rejected me then I'll just move on. It's not a big deal. I'll regret it for a long time if I never try.

  I walked back and quickly opened the church door. The lights were dimmed and I didn't see anyone around. Then a door on the far side opened up and my stepdad came out. “Oh Cora, what brings you here at this hour?”

  “Oh I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you.”

  “No no come on in, you're always welcome here. What can I do for you?”

  I tried to act shy. “Well I needed someone to talk to.”

  “Well come sit down and we can talk.” Father John sat down on one of the benches and I came over and sat down next to him.

  “So what do you need to talk about?”

  “Well I did my confession yesterday and I need to explain further.”

  The priest gulped because he knew exactly what I was referring to, “Okay then well spit it out.”

  “Okay, so I've been getting these urges.”

  “What kind of urges?” the priest inquired.

  “Well, sexual urges. I get them all the time and I have no idea what to do with them.”

  His eyes went big when I mentioned the word. “Oh I see. Well we all have our temptations.” His eyes glanced down to my massive cleavage and I knew that I had him.

  “Is there anyone still here?” I asked.

  Father John gulped again. “No everyone has already gone home for the day.”

  “Perfect.” I smiled and scooted closer to him. “I've been thinking about you a lot lately.”

  “Oh you have?”

  “Yes I have.” I nodded my head while licking my lips. “I want you.”

  I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him close. Our lips met and fireworks went off. The priest's vows were easily forgotten as his tongue slipped into my mouth. We both moaned softly as things started to heat up. Father John began to kiss my neck and bite me just a little bit. I didn't expect this kind of behavior coming from a priest who probably hadn't had sex in years. He was so energetic and his hunger for me was clear.

  I quickly took off my shirt, exposing my beautiful tits that were trapped inside a tiny black bra. Father John couldn't handle himself. “Oh fuck those tits are fucking huge.”

  “Oh, you shouldn't be cursing.” I played with him.

  Father John smiled back at me. “Give those to me.” He buried his head into my gushing cleavage and squeezed my tits hard. His tongue trailed all over and then I unhooked my bra. The priest quickly took it off and threw it away. He grabbed both breasts with his hands and squeezed them together. Then he began to suck on both of my nipples. It felt good having this priest ravage me.

  After he was done sucking on my tits, “I want to taste you,” he said.

  I frantically tried to get my jeans and panties off as fast as possible. When I was completely naked I spread my legs while I was still sitting on the bench. The priest got down to his knees and spread my legs even further. The look in Father John's eyes was like he was about to eat a big meal.

  He began to kiss my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my holy flesh. When his tongue hit my pussy, I felt an electric current run through my body. “Oh father, eat me out!”

  The priest took his time licking every inch of my dripping wet pussy before sticking his tongue inside me. He instantly moaned when he tasted me. “Oh Cora, you taste like heaven.”

  His tongue slipped in and out of me and transitioned to sucking on my clit. His tongue ran circles around it doing things I'd never felt before. This man hadn't had sex in a long time but he still sure knew how to please a girl.

  My climax was getting close and I just wanted to feel the release. “Oh, I'm going to come soon.” When the priest heard me say that he began to lick me ferociously.

  Then my orgasm came out of nowhere. “OH FUCK! I'M COMING!!!! UHHHHH!!!!” My legs wrapped around his head as they shook violently. I grabbed my tits hard, squeezing them until they almost popped. When my orgasm was finally over and the shaking stopped, I collapsed onto the ground and tried to catch my breath.

  “How was that?” the priest asked.

  “Oh my god! Where did you learn to eat out a girl like that,” I laughed.

  “I may be a priest but I know a thing or two about women.”

  “Well now it's my turn to show you what I know about men.” I stood up and walked up the steps to the podium. “Now
come stand over here like you're about to give a sermon.”

  Father John did as I commanded and walked over to the podium. I got down on my knees and crawled underneath it. I had the perfect view of the lower half of his body. He still had his robe on which made it easy to get to his throbbing cock. I lifted up the robe until his cock flung out. It was just as big as I imagined it.

  “Oh fuck, put me in your mouth,” the priest commanded. I grabbed his shaft with both hands and shoved it deep down my throat. The priest moaned loudly while he grabbed the podium. I sucked hard on his cock making sure to stroke it at the same time. I slipped it in and out of my mouth and I could tell he was close to coming. I wanted nothing more then to feel him shower me with cum but I wanted something more. I wanted his cum to fill me up inside.

  I took his cock out of my mouth and stood up. “Now every time you give a sermon, you'll remember my mouth around your hard cock.”