by Selena Kitt
“Does that hurt?”
“A little. But it feels good too,” I whispered.
“You didn’t answer me. Are you able to take orders?”
“I’ll do whatever you tell me.”
“You still didn’t answer me. I said can you take orders?”
“Yes, I guess.”
“Generally I am addressed as Sir.”
“Oh, okay,” I whimpered as he pinched the end of my tit hard, stretching it out as far as it would reach. “I’m yours to command, Sir.”
“Very good.” The Colonel pulled the other bra strap off my shoulder and hauled the cup down so both tits were bare. They engorged in front of him, shaking slightly with my enthralled breathing.
He was so close I could feel his hot ragged breath on the naked mounds and the pulse of his prick close to my pelvis. I was hungry to see his pole of flesh and touch another hard stick of steel.
“You should enlist. Then you could take my orders every day. But right now I want you to take off those panties and open your legs.”
“I don’t know how,” I whimpered.
“You don’t know how to take down your underwear, young lady?”
“I mean I’ve never done this before and I’m afraid that it’s going to hurt.”
“Big girls don’t show fear. If you open your pussy for me now, I’ll take you easy. If you make me wait any longer, there will be punishment involved.”
I swallowed hard then bent forward, my tits bouncing ahead, to hook my fingers into my almost schoolgirl white panties and drag them over my thighs. From the instant I lifted my skirt up over my mound, I noticed the Colonel drag breath and his groin bulge hard in his pants. It excited me more to see the effect I was able to induce in an experienced older man and how much he wanted to enjoy my body.
Once my underwear reached my knees, they slipped down to my ankles and I was able to step out of them while standing tall and holding the Colonel’s gaze in mine. His eyes moved from my face down to my naked tits buoyantly exposed out of the shirt and down to my bare slit, pushing out from between my soft pink lips.
“Open them,” my colonel barked, but softly.
“No, open your lips,” he instructed me when I stepped one leg to the side.
I realized he wanted me to pull my pussy apart for him to admire, so I reached my fingertips into my dripping folds and showed him my clit that had never been seen by any other man.
“Sweet young thing,” he murmured. The thrill of cool air and the Colonel’s admiration on my exposed folds was more than I could bear and I quivered visibly before him.
When he brought his hand down on my sopping wet vulva, the slap reverberated through me, making me moan from the violent sting through my wet lips. Then the pain dissipated through my delta and as it slipped into electric sparks, I silently begged him to spank my pussy again. Harder.
“Did that hurt?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then say it.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“No, ask your superior officer correctly.”
“Please, sir, slap my hole harder, sir.”
His hand came down with a resounding whack that burned like a whiplash then spiraled into an insatiable fever. The pain echoed through my core, dissipating into greedy yearning. I was shocked at my reactions. Never would I have imagined that being spanked across the most sensitive part of my body could be so tantalizing. I wanted to plead for more, to beg him to push his cock in me, fill me up all the way for the first time, stretch me open inside and make me sizzle.
“I think you’re a little too keen and not showing proper submission,” the Colonel barked.
He stood behind me, so close I felt the heat from his brawny taut body and how fiercely he wanted control of my body. When he grabbed my arms and hauled them behind me, my heart threw itself against my chest wall with thrills of fascination.
The colonel seemed to tower over me although he was little more than a head taller and his strength easily subdued me as he dragged my arms together behind my back, then held both wrists in his iron grip as he yanked his belt out of its loops. He wrapped the hard leather around my bones and bound them so tight my breasts were thrust forward like ripe fruit on a platter.
Being so naked, exposed and helpless was more enthralling than anything my eager desires could have pictured. I was completely willing to do whatever my Colonel wanted of me but I was seriously hoping he would do something about the agonized throbbing inside my pussy and soon. My hole was pouring juices that were running down my inner thigh, making me intensely aware of how much I wanted to be rammed full.
“Holy fuck, you are an eager young thing.” The Colonel skimmed his hard fingers along my thigh, scooping the juices and rubbing them back into my throbbing clit.
“Argh,” I moaned as a tide of arousal crashed through me.
“Noisy too,” he growled and moved behind me again so I shivered with anticipation. My nipples peaked hard waiting for his next provocative touch, which came when he pulled a band of fabric between my lips and tugged it tight around my head. I couldn’t utter much more than a muffled groan of lust.
Now with a feather plume in one hand he drew inciting trails up my stomach, in a horizontal line teasing across each bulging nipple, then down to my knees to stroke up the gentle curve of my inside thigh. Eliciting huge pulsations though my body he traced the tickling wand along the length of my split until I shook with shudders bordering the edge of climax.
He immediately brought the palm of his hand down on my dripping pussy with a thunderous slap. My overwhelm on the brink retreated harshly and he began to alternate with the feather touch bringing my clit to the edge and the ferocious slap bringing it back again. My thrills of tempestuous lust went up and down faster than a roller coaster at the county fair.
It was at the moment I had begun to come without being granted the permission the Colonel had said I required and he was giving me five hard spanks on my sopping spread hole that through my miasma of hot lascivious yearning, I heard my name shouted.
“Dor?” I knew that voice instantly. “That’s my damn sister.”
As the Colonel whipped around to face my step-brother in the doorway, the rage collapsed from Hank’s voice, replaced by a humble,
“Sir.”
“Private, who gave you the order to enter my quarters without permission?” The Colonel barked in genuine fury so that I was afraid for the trouble I’d gotten my Step into.
“Sorry Sir, I was told to collect my sister, Sir.”
“As you can see she is currently occupied.”
“With respect, Sir, may I take her home with me now?”
My eyes squealed a negative at him but immediately dropped to the floor, suddenly recalling that I was completely naked and exposed to my freaking brother. After all the massive lengths I’d gone to when we were growing up to keep him from seeing my body even in my underwear and now I was spread wide open to his gaze which I noticed kept wandering back to my thrusting tits and spread-eagled slit.
Fuck, was that bulge in his pants for me?
“You may not, Private. You will wait for my orders.”
“Yes, Sir.”
My brother shot me a look of regret that he had no control over the situation but he needn’t have bothered. The Colonel was determined to keep me, even if my brother had discovered us and I was breathless with pride and the need for relief. Maybe he’d get a promotion from E-2 at last, with a little help from his little sis.
“In fact, Private, your orders are to pull up a chair.”
Bewildered, my big brother Hank looked around and discovered the dining table in the alcove. He carefully lifted a chair into the space and stood holding it up like a dance partner, unsure where he was required to locate it.
“Closer. Soldier. I said closer.” Even I jumped at the furious tone in my Colonel’s voice.
Han
k set the chair about a foot in front of me and sat down, his blazing red face directly in front of my open pussy. Haha I thought, now who’s feeling the pain of humiliation? After all the teasing and joshing he’d put me through about my growing body, the last laugh was all mine. Look how that body now inspired instant arousal in adult men. I wasn’t really glad to see his suffering however and wished I could relieve it along with the bulge poking aggressively at his combat pants.
Seriously? Two guys in uniform to take my innocence? How much more decadent could it get? The juices started to flow down my legs again and even though Hank noticed, I didn’t care. Wanton and salacious abandon had taken over and I was determined that I would have two military men inside me tonight or exile myself in the desert for my failure.
The Colonel was very aware of my avaricious thirst and once again scooped his fingers to gather my running nectar and mash it back into my soaking hole. Right in front of my big brother’s wide-eyed stare.
“Pretty, huh, Private?” The Colonel demanded of my brother.
“You will answer your commanding officer,” he barked when Hank looked down at the floor, dumbfounded.
“Er, yes, Sir.” He sat to attention, ramrod straight. Look at me, I silently commanded him like a little hussy.
“Touch it yourself. Go ahead.” Yes, stroke me, please.
“But Sir, I can’t—she’s my Sister. Sir,” his voice shuddered slightly on the final word. This could be the end of his career and all three of us knew it.
“No, she’s not,” the Colonel half-roared, “She said your parents are married and you’re steps.”
The Colonel brought his heavy palm down on my agonized open pussy with another series of hard spanks. My brother winced almost as hard as I did without the ensuing gush of pleasure that quickly followed.
“Follow orders or her punishment continues.”
“But, I’ve known her since she was a kid. Sir.”
“I don’t care, Private. Either you get your dick out right now and shove it inside her cute and tight little pussy or you’ll be cleaning latrines in the desert for the next ten years—if you’re lucky.”
I looked at Hank with a kind of pleading. Letting him know it was okay and hiding the truth that I wanted him to give me a pounding. I’d had a giant crush on my step from the moment we were introduced by our giddy parents, that I never dreamed would ever be brought to fruition.
My pussy had been spanked and tormented and was now in a rage of hungry craving that needed to be satisfied. My poor bro thought I was the Colonel’s hostage and the situation was all his fault. He had no idea I was in seventh heaven being controlled by one of the most powerful men in the world, who was now ordering a man I’d been in lust with as long as I could remember to push himself into my most sensual spot.
Do it, I screamed with my eyes.
“Turn and face me,” the Colonel ordered, standing at my shoulder. I immediately complied. My tits swayed around in front of him.
“Good. Now take two steps backward.” I couldn’t follow his order without colliding with my seated brother so I backed up carefully.
“Legs apart.”
I opened up to straddle my brother’s thick thighs.
Looking down I could see his square knees and knew my bare ass was pretty much right in front of his mouth. Oh fuck, what now?
“Privates out, Soldier.” I heard the sound of a zip being lowered very slowly and could feel my brother’s reluctance through every pore in my body. It was in direct counterbalance to my eagerness and I squirmed with shameless rapture, trying to hide my eagerness from my commander. By tipping my head down to full stretch, I saw Hank’s solid cock leap free from its confines and holy freaking fuck it was gorgeous. Long but broad with smooth skin and a sculpted round head that had a pearl of white juice on the tip. Yum.
“Drop.”
The Colonel was standing right in front of me, tweaking my nipples to maintain the pain threshold and staring me right in the eyes, challenging me as to whether I had the balls. Did I?
I needed little to no encouragement. With fierce trepidation mangled into elation, I bent my knees to lower my body, hovering above the tip of Hank’s dick, until I felt an electric jolt fire through my channel when my nether lips made contact with my brother’s perfect round head. I was grateful for the gag in my mouth, repressing the huge moan of debauchery that would have shot from my mouth.
“Soldier, help the lady out. It’s her first time.”
“Oh, fuck, no,” I heard my step-bro whisper, muffled from the Commander’s stern hearing by my body, now writhing inside with greedy eagerness.
My step wrapped his hand around the base of his fat cock and circled the head around my entrance. The Colonel yanked the gag from my mouth at the same time he unzipped and freed his own impressive dick, long and thin, as rigid as his entire body. He daggered his fingers into my thick yellow hair and pushed my head down onto his shaft. He was deep in my mouth, grazing the back of my throat as Hank eased slowly, deliciously, agonizingly slowly into my hole, breaking through the barrier until I felt the explosion of being penetrated for the first time ever.
I raised my eyes to the Colonel’s face thinking he’d be enraged by the deep moan I’d sent vibrating through his cock but only his brutal chin was visible, his head was tipped back with a grimace of contentment.
Then my bro hit a barrier like an iron band halfway into my pussy. His dick couldn’t penetrate even a millimeter more through the clench deep inside and I almost screamed from the burning in my core.
“Argh, agh,” I spluttered in the back of my throat as the Colonel’s ramrod struck me there.
“Do it, Soldier. Now—that’s an order.”
And the fire exploded like a shell inside me as my step thrust and stormed through my tight band, ripping it open with a blaze along the length of the tunnel. I was sure I’d been ripped apart and in the next instant I was blown to pieces, the walls surrendered, expanded and my brothers’ gorgeous prick was in me all the way to the hilt, my tight pussy impaled on the wide blade.
Then came the lascivious sawing of hard shaft along my tight chasm sending spasms and gushes of bliss through my limbs. There was nothing in the world like this. My bro obviously concurred as his groans became louder and more frequent.
The two men plunged into me in unison, in and out of my holes while I jerked like a puppet on my thighs and bobbed my head, loving how they used me. When Hank reached a hand around my thigh to plunder his big fingers across my ravaged clit, pounding thrusts of torturous rapture fired through my body in rhythmic spasms.
The clenching in my hole made Hank curse and grab the sides of the chair as with one massive thrust he came inside me, releasing great spurts of his hot seed. The grunts in my mouth as I jolted in aftershocks of pleasure were enough to inspire the Colonel to grip tight through his thighs and ram my throat faster until he pulled out and sent a stream of milky nectar across my bare breasts.
“Very good,” he barked as he zipped his pants up firmly. “Take your sister home now, Soldier.”
“Sir, yes, Sir,” my brother held my limp body, his arm locked around my naked tits as he stood to attention.
“Colonel, Sir,” I said, giving him a cheeky smile as he retrieved his leather belt from bondage. “Do you think we took orders well enough that my brother might be ripe for promotion now?”
The Colonel looked me up and down, his gaze trailing over my bulbous red slit, still naked as my panties were on the floor behind him. His cruel face never relaxed the tiniest tendon but his mouth turned up in a smile.
“Have your Private Stepbrother bring you back here tomorrow and we’ll see about that.”
The End
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A Step Ahead by Amy Ward
Chapter One
Claire
I’m a good girl.
I got good
grades in school, did the dishes when I was told, and I’m still a virgin at the age of eighteen.
Most of my friends lost it between fourteen and sixteen, but not me—I wasn’t raised to think that was cool.
My mom’s a bit of a prude and I’m not even the kind of girl with a hidden rebel streak that wants to do something just because someone says I shouldn’t. I listened to my mom when she said drugs are bad, I listened to her when she said drinking’s bad, and I listened to her when she said sex before marriage is bad.