by Danielle Lux
“— and now it's mine.”
I stood up. I slipped off my shirt, then wriggled out of my panties and skirt in one swift movement. I stood there naked before the two of them, as they looked at me with open mouths.
“Damn Linda,” said Brad, “if I’d knew you looked this good naked, I would have fucked you years ago.”
I lay down on the carpet. Claire was snoring nearby, drool dripping down her chin. It made me chuckle to think that she and Sally were missing all this and I — innocent little Linda — was the on enjoying two men!
I opened my legs.
“Eat my pussy,” I commanded. The boys darted forward. A small tussle broke out on the floor as they fought over who went first.
“Both of you!”
Brad frowned. “No way, I'm not touching tongues with another man.”
“It's not a request,” I said, “if you want to fuck me, you're going to have to eat my pussy — together.”
Brad and Joe looked at each other. Then shrugged. They leant down and both started to lick.
It was the most incredible thing I'd ever felt. With two tongues lapping at my engorged clit, I felt an orgasm rising between my legs almost instantly. They lapped and lapped, like cats around a bowl of milk. It took less than a minute before I was cumming hard, wrapping my legs round both their heads as the orgasm exploded through my nerves.
I pushed them both gently away as I got my breath back. My toes were tingling.
“Fuck me…” I said to no-one in particular, “just… fuck me.”
Brad shoved Joe out the way.
“I'm going first this time,” he said, rubbing the head of enormous fat dick against the entrance to my slit, lubing it with my juices. It felt heavenly.
Brad plunged the head of his cock into my pussy. I gripped his back, digging my fingernails into his skin.
“Oh Brad!” I gasped, “you’re so big!”
Brad laughed. “That’s only the head.”
Brad pushed on further, his enormous meat stretching my pussy inch by inch.
“You’re so wide! Oh god it’s so wide!”
Brad’s girth was filling my pussy in every direction. I looked up and saw his battering ram dick slowly disapearing into my cunt.
Finally the last of his meat was inside me. It felt like having an extra organ inserted — I couldn’t believe my pussy could accommodate something so big.
Then he began to fuck me.
Brad, never one for doing things in half measures, started to pound me with all his considerable might, slamming his fat dick into me again and again. I hoped his neighbours were understanding, as I was screaming my head off.
“Oh fuck! Oh Brad, you’re so good at this!”
It was the best sex of my life — not that there was much competition. I temporarily forgot Joe was even there, so it was quite a shock when he came round and waggled his long-ass dick in my face. I pulled it towards my mouth and greedily started to suck, as Brad continued to try and ruin my cunt.
I was starting to see why Sally prefered girth. Brad’s amazing cock just made me feel so full.
I ran my tongue down Joe’s shaft and he moaned with pleasure. Don’t cum yet, big boy, I thought, I want to try you next.
Finally, when I thought my pussy would explode if Brad fucked me any more, he pulled his monster dick out of me. The lips of my vagina were left gaping, like a sock that’s lost its elastic. I hoped it wouldn’t be permanent.
“Your turn, buddy,” Brad sat, patting Joe on the back. “I hope she can feel you after I’ve been in there.”
I was a bit worried about that too.
Joe pulled his cock out of my mouth and he and Brad switched places.
I grabbed Brad’s fat dick with two hands, and hungrily sucked on the tip.
I felt Joe start to slip his cock inside me, but after being stretched out by Brad’s monster I could barely feel him. But then something magical happened: Joe’s cock went further and further, pushing deeper than a cock in my pussy had ever been. I almost bit into Brad’s glans as I felt Joe’s endless dick side down into my unexplored depths.
“Oh Joe!” I gasped, between mouthfuls of dick, “You’re massive!”
Joe grinned. I looked down and was amazed — and a bit terrified — to see how much dick he had left to go.
“I want it all, I told him, give it to me!”
Joe forced the last few inches into my pussy. I felt a sharp pain deep inside, knocking the wind out of me. I panicked — was something wrong? Then I realised what had happened: Joe’s dick had hit my cervix.
I took a deep breath, calming myself back down.
“You ok?” Joe asked.
“It’s just… I’ve never had someone go that deep.”
Joe lightly bumped my cervix again. Now I was over the initial shock, it actually felt good.
“Your penis is amazing.”
Joe grinned.
“Hey,” said Brad, “don’t forget about mine. Get sucking, bitch!”
Over the next hour, Brad and Joe fucked me in every position. At one point Brad suggested we try double penetration — one dick in my pussy and the other in my ass — but I’d never tried anal before, and there was no way I was letting those two huge dicks near my butt.
Joe was the first to make me cum. I was riding on top of him, bouncing up and down like a crazy woman, when I felt my pussy clench and the orgasm rip through my body.
The second time, Brad was doing me from behind, doggystyle, and I had Joe’s dick down my throat. Spitroasting, Brad called it. Brad pumping his overstuffed cock into me from behind, as he slapped my ass with his huge hands, was enough to send me off again.
I came twice more: once from Brad and once from Joe, and I was finally spent. My mouth ached — most from Brad’s lip-stretching girth — and my pussy felt sore — mostly from Joe hitting my cervix.
Finally both studs stood over me, jacking their enormous cocks as I waited with my mouth open. Brad came first — unloading wave after wave of thick cream onto my tongue. That was enough to set Joe off, and he came too — coating my mouth and chin with his milk.
When they’d both emptied their monster ballbags, I gulped down the cum in my mouth — it took several swallows — then used my fingers to scoop up the cum on my the rest of my face — and I ate that too.
Well, that’s my protein for today, I thought, smiling.
The three of us lay down on the floor, me in the middle. We were all exhausted.
“Come on then,” said Brad, “which one was better — girth or length?”
I thought for a moment.
“I think I prefer… both.”
I smiled, snuggling up to the two of them as I began to drift asleep. I still didn’t know whether length or girth was better, but I did know one thing: Size does matter.
Please Pull Out!
With a groan, I emptied my balls onto the intern’s face.
When I cum, I cum like a racehorse, so her pretty nineteen-year-old features were coated in my baby batter. It was up her nose, over her closed eyes, in her hair…
“Clean the tip,” I told her.
Her eyes closed tight, she opened her tiny mouth and stuck out her tongue. I rubbed the head of my cock on it, wiping off the last globules of semen.
“Now go and clean yourself up,” I told her. She waddled off, feeling her way to my office’s private bathroom.
I zipped up my pants and leant back in my executive chair, swivelling round to look through the window at the city below.
To a casual observer it would probably seem like I had the perfect life. I was the owner of a multi-million-dollar company, I had at least four female members of staff who were more than willing to fulfil my every sexual need, and I was tall, good-looking and well hung.
Plus I had a beautiful wife at home who loved me.
But that was where the problems lay.
I love my wife dearly. Yes I cheat on her, but she's the woman I want to spend the rest of my l
ife with. I’d like to stay faithful, but I've got a weakness for little sluts—and they've got a weakness for millionaires with massive dicks.
My wife and I have intelligent conversations, enjoy the arts and have a great sex life. But there’s a catch: she has a teenage daughter. An eighteen-year-old brat who makes my life hell.
Anna, my wife, got married young to some idiot from her home town. The idiot left her after a year, leaving her to raise their daughter Pippa alone. Without a male role model, Pippa had grown into a mouthy brat with no discipline.
I'd been married to Anna for four years now, and Pippa had been a nightmare stepdaughter from the start. She’d come home at all hours, borrow my car without asking and steal money from Anna and my wallets. When Anna and I went on weekends away, Pippa would have parties and trash the house.
I'd never seen Pippa as much more than an annoyance—a drain on my wallet and my relationship with Anna—but recently she’d caught my eye in another way. Pippa must have been a late developer, as only recently, at the age of eighteen, had she finally started to grow a woman’s body. And what a body!
Her flat pancake tits had transformed into big, full breasts, which strained against the little crop tops she wore, making my cock stir in my pants whenever I saw them. Her ass had grown too, into a firm, fat peach that stuck out behind her and wiggled as she walked. Pippa had always been a pretty girl, but now she was sexy. Sexy as fuck. And she knew it.
“Do I look nice today, Bob?” she asked me one morning at breakfast, her cleavage almost falling out of her nightdress. She was such a fucking tease.
“Just eat your cereal or you'll be late for college,” I told her. But what I really wanted to do was lift up that nightdress and fuck her from behind over the kitchen table.
I bet she's never had a cock like mine, I thought, imagining the devastation I could inflict on her eighteen-year-old pussy.
Now she was hot, Pippa’s behaviour became even worse, if that was possible.
She sometimes wouldn't come home for days, and when she did it would be with this scrawny guy who looked like a drug dealer, who she claimed was her boyfriend. They'd spend all day fucking in her room or smoking pot. I wanted to beat the shit out of him and kick him out on the street, but Anna wouldn't let me.
I'd like say I was just being an overprotective step-dad, but really it was because I was jealous. Jealous that he got to fuck the little slut and I didn't.
After Anna had gone to sleep I'd sometimes go down the hall and listen to Pippa and her boyfriend fuck through the door to her bedroom, stroking my big cock through my boxers as I imagined it was me making Pippa moan, not that scrawny loser.
I’d make her moan a lot more than that, I thought, as I listened to her gasps through the door. I’d make her fucking scream my name.
One day I was driving home from work, my balls nice and drained from screwing the wife of one of our suppliers, and I got a call from Anna, who was in hysterics. Pippa had taken her car without asking and had crashed it into a bus stop. It was a miracle, Anna said, that no-one had been killed.
“This is your last chance,” Anna told Pippa as I drove them home from the Police Station. “One more incident of bad behaviour and you are out of our house!”
Pippa rolled her eyes.
“I mean it!” Anna yelled. “I mean it this time—this is your last chance! If you want to ruin your life, you go ahead—but I won't have you ruining mine any longer!”
Anna was in tears the whole night.
“I do mean it,” she told me, as she jacked me off while we watched the news in bed. “This is her final chance. If she does one more thing—if she steals any more money, or takes a car, or does something stupid like get pregnant, I'll kick her out!”
And that was my eureka moment. I didn't get to the top of the business world without being able to spot an opportunity: and a big one had just fallen into my lap.
I wanted Pippa out of the house, but I also wanted to fuck her. What if I could kill two birds with one stone?
The next morning Anna left early for work as usual. I told her I was leaving a bit later, as I had to drive up and visit a supplier, so she kissed me goodbye and left.
I waited half an hour, to make sure she wasn't coming back for a forgotten folder or a left-behind laptop cable, then I went down to my study and opened my combination safe.
Inside was a bag of white powder—cocaine. If the guy who sold it to me was telling the truth, that was enough to be considered a “dealer” account, and would lead to a big ol’ jail sentence. It hadn’t been cheap, but if my plan worked it would all be worth it.
I went back upstairs. Through Pippa’s door I could hear slurping sounds and the sound of a man moaning.
I opened the door.
“Bob, what the fuck!”
Pippa pulled her mouth off her boyfriend’s cock. I was pleased to see he was smaller than me.
“Don't you knock, dude?” he asked.
I’m gonna enjoy this, I thought. I pulled out the bag of cocaine.
“Care to tell me what this is?” I asked him, chucking him the bag.
“What? This isn't mine!”
“I found it in your jacket pocket,” I lied. “You're bringing coke into my house! My house!”
“Steve, you never told me you were dealing coke now!” Pippa said.
“I'm not! This is bullshit!”
I walked closer.
“I want you out of this house,” I told him, “and I never want you to come back.”
“Dude, please…”
“Out!” I roared. Steve looked like he might protest, but even his drug-addled brain could see I was taller than him, bigger than him and could beat the living crap out of him if I wanted to.
He scampered about, picking up his clothes, then dashed naked out of Pippa’s bedroom without a word. I followed him downstairs, to make sure he left the house without stealing any of my stuff.
I went back up the stairs. Pippa had the covers over her, and was looking at me in fear.
“And what do you have to say for yourself?” I asked her, holding up the bag of coke.
“I didn't know,” she whimpered. “Please don't tell Mom.”
“Oh, I'm going to tell your mother,” I told her, sitting down on the bed and putting the cocaine bag to one side. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn't tell her that her daughter is a coke head?”
“I'm not a coke head!” she said, he eyes tearing up. “I didn't even know Steve had that stuff. Please,Bob, Mom will kick me out!”
“You should have thought of that, before you started seeing a druggie.”
I got up and walked towards the door.
“Wait!”
I stopped and turned around.
“What is it?”
Pippa pushed back the covers. All she was wearing, I was pleased to see, was a little pair of shorts and a bra. My cock stirred in my pants at the sight of her big, full breasts pushing against the material.
She sat on the edge of the bed, squeezing her arms together to push her massive boobs out even more.
“What if I was to do something nice for you?” she asked. “Would you still tell Mom then?”
“Like what?”
She smiled, then crawled over to me across the room on her knees.
“Like sucking your cock?”
She noticed my bulge and smiled.
“Your big cock. Mom told me one night when she was drunk. She told me how big you are.”
Pippa ran her hand over the lump in my pants.
“Damn, Mom wasn't lying.”
“Pippa, you're my wife’s daughter,” I told her. “This isn't right.”
I didn't want to be too obvious and give the game away. If all went well, I'd get to both fuck Pippa and kick her out of the house for good, but my experience in business had taught me that even when everything seems to be going well, you still have to manage the risks.
Pippa, undeterred by my protests, began to unbuckl
e my belt.
“Pippa…”
“Relax, Daddy, Mom never has to know.”
Daddy. Pippa had never called me that before, in all the four years I'd been her stepfather. She’d called me Bob and Asshole, but never Daddy.
I kinda liked it.
Pippa reached into my boxers.
“Holy shit, it feels like a fucking python!”
“Pippa, language.”
“Sorry, Daddy.”
Christ. I was so turned on I could have blown my load right there, before she’d even got my cock out of my pants.
But I had to hold on. I couldn't bust a nut in my pants or in Pippa’s mouth or all over her face. No, for the plan to work it had to be in her pussy.
Pippa pulled out my dick. I was fully hard now and she was staring at it in open-mouthed wonder.
“Daddy, you're huge,” she gasped, both hands on my length.
“I know,” I told her.
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes, her boobs squeezed together, desperate to break free from her bra.
“Daddy, if I suck it do you promise not to tell Mom about Steve and the drugs?”
“I dunno,” I said, “I really should tell her.”
“Please, Daddy,” said Pippa, positioning the head of my dick so it was almost touching her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on my glans. “I promise I'll make you feel really good.”
“Ok then,” I said, sighing as if I was making some big sacrifice. “I promise.”
Pippa smiled. She stuck out her a tongue and licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my dick.
“It tastes good, Daddy.”
She was really laying it on thick with this “Daddy” bullshit, but I didn't care. She thought she was playing me—saying what I wanted to hear so I wouldn't tell her mom about the drugs—but really I was playing her. She was a fly caught in my web. She just didn't know it yet.
Pippa licked down my shaft, leaving a trail of saliva as she went from the glans to the balls. She really knew how to lick a cock, this slut did. She moved back up and rubbed the tip of her tongue on my cum hole.
“Take it in your mouth,” I told her.
Opening her jaw wide, Pippa took the head of my cock in her mouth. Already she was struggling, but then she moved further down, an inch of my shaft disappearing between her lips. There was a lot more dick to go, and I was determined to make the little brat deepthroat me before we were through.