“Fuck… me… hard… daddy!”
Blair didn’t need any more encouragement than that and I felt the power of his thrusts increase. I gripped the blankets even harder and squeezed my eyes shut as if I was on the worlds scariest rollercoaster. Over and over again he impaled me on his shaft as if taking out years of pent up frustration. I loved it and when I felt his hot seed filling my pussy it was the last button that needed to be pushed and my pussy muscles began to flutter with my own orgasm.
Even though my eyes were still tightly shut it was if a fireworks display was going off for my own personal entertainment. Each colourful explosion was accompanied by a vibration of pleasure that reverberated around my body. I thrashed my head from side to side with the sheer bliss of it all and I heard myself screaming in ecstasy as if from a great distance. I smiled inwardly at the thought that there was no way my Mom could be sleeping through all this. I just hoped she hadn’t heard me say ‘Daddy’.
When the pyrotechnics display finished and I opened my eyes Trent, Roy, Shane and Phil were all getting dressed and Blair was very slowly thrusting in and out of me, eking out the last traces of pleasure from his own orgasm as his semen leaked out of my pussy and dribbled down over the base of the vibrator sticking out of my asshole. Blair noticed me looking at him and smiled down at me.
“What do you reckon, guys? About fifty thousand times better to fuck than her Mom?”
The only response he got from the other men was polite chuckles, but it meant the world to me. I felt like some strange weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Blair stepped back and I sat up, reaching out to cup his balls. I pulled his enormous cock to my mouth and tasted myself on him while looking up into his eyes. He winked at me and I eventually released him after I had cleaned up as much as I could fit into my mouth.
“Remember everybody, what happened in this room stays in this room. Also… can you lift my husband on to the bed? We really do have an early start tomorrow.”
The paternal-husband-carrying-crew complied, as always, before leaving the room, each with a longing glance back over their shoulders, which was very flattering. I partially undressed Mike and then put the bucket on the floor on his side of the bed before turning out the light and collapsing on my own side. I was exhausted and I think I was asleep within minutes.
*****
“Jenna? Jenna wake up.”
“Mmmph.”
“We’ve got to get ready to go.”
“Mmmph.”
“This whole bed and you are covered in cum. How did I even manage to get it up last night, let alone cum all over the place like this?”
“You’re the king, baby.”
I rolled over and wondered if husbands had snooze buttons. I hoped I could get just one more dream in before the honeymoon began. I had so many daddies to dream about.
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So Many Daddies 2: Busy Honeymoon
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This story takes place a few days after the events depicted in So Many Daddies 1.
Jenna is having a great honeymoon, but what could make it even better? How about if she sees if she can recreate the gangbang that changed her life on her wedding night? That's a lot of people to invite to the honeymoon suite...
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Pseudo-Incest, Gangbang, Stepdaughter, Stepfather
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*****
Honeymoons are fun, don’t get me wrong, and I love my husband but even with all the sun, beautiful beaches and hot newlywed sex I just couldn’t stop my mind from returning to what happened on my wedding night. After my husband had way too much to drink, I had to enlist some help getting him back to our room. That help came in the form of two former Step-Fathers, one current Step-Father and one Father-in-Law.
The ‘help’ also turned into something more. I’d looked forward to my wedding night sex for so many years I wasn’t about to let excessive consumption of alcohol get in the way. With very little coaxing, I was able to convince all my Daddies to gangbang me right there in the bridal suite with my husband passed out on the floor. My big breasts and tight pussy are apparently very persuasive.
I thought I’d made the biggest mistake in the world when the door had burst open and I saw my Dad standing there, like I’d dropped a bomb on my whole life. As it turned out, my Dad wasn’t my Dad at all, I was adopted and he chose that moment, when my pussy was splayed open before him at the tail end of a gangbang, to tell me. Then he fucked me hard and I loved every inch and every second of it.
I’d been very clear to all my Daddies that what happened in that room stayed in that room, that it was a one night only deal. However, in the days that followed on my honeymoon I had too much time on my hands to daydream about how sexy they all were, how good it had felt to take them all at once.
That’s why I invited them all to come visit me on this seaside city of ill-repute and arranged for my husband, Mike, to be, shall we say, ‘busy’ for the evening. When Mike saw what I had arranged for him, a VIP tour of the best high-end lap-dancing clubs in the city with a nineteen year old blonde ‘tour guide’ who was paid to be really friendly, his eyes lit up with un-concealable lust and anticipation.
“You… you’re the best fucking wife… I…”
“I know, baby, I know. Enjoy yourself. All over her,” I said with a wink.
We spent much of the morning in a casino, and then much of the afternoon on the beach before Mike had to leave to get himself ready for his tour. With a kiss, he left me basking in the late afternoon sun with a colourful drink on a small table beside my sun-lounger. It was so relaxing just lying there getting more and more tipsy as the young man kept on bringing me the drinks and putting the charge on my hotel tab.
The sun was getting near to the horizon and the beach was beginning to clear when I heard a swish of sand and and some extremely welcome words.
“Hello, pumpkin!”
My adopted father, Blair, was there! Until a few days ago I’d thought he was my birth father, it was still a struggle to think of him differently, he was still the man that I grew up with, who taught me how to ride a bike and made me eat my vegetables.
“Daddy! You’re early!”
“I’m not the only one, everybody else is milling around near your hotel hoping they don’t get seen by Mike. Where is he, anyway?”
“Mike’s being well looked after, don’t you worry about that. He’ll be busy until at least 4am.”
“I’m sure you’ve handled it, Jenna.”
At that moment the young man brought the last drink I had ordered and set it down beside me.
“Your drink, miss,” he said and then looked at Blair. “Your father?”
“Yes.”
“A drink, sir?”
“No thanks, we’ll be leaving soon.”
“Ah! Is wonderful place for family holiday!” he lied.
“You said it, buddy,” Blair said with a grin.
He left with the tiniest hint of a bow and I picked up my ice-cold drink to take a sip.
“Ahhh, these are good. You should have had one.”
“I
t looks a bit fruity for me, pumpkin, you know I’m a bourbon kinda guy.”
He was right, the thought of him sitting in a sun-lounger with a bright pink drink in his hand, with its own little umbrella, was outlandish. Mind you, the thought of my Daddy slamming his massive cock into my tight pussy was pretty outlandish too, and that was no doubt going to happen, and soon. The vision swam through my head and I looked at him in a different light. I licked my lips, partly to taste my drink and partly just thinking about Blair having his way with me.
We talked about his trip and what had been going on in our lives lately, a better talk than we’d had time for at my wedding, but throughout the conversation there was a sexual undertone and we inched closer and closer until his hand was on my leg. Feeling his strong hand on me was the last straw, the horniness that even all the sex Mike could provide was unable to release overwhelmed me and I put my empty glass down.
Reaching down, I picked his hand up from my leg and slid it down the front of my bikini bottoms until his fingers gently rested on my slit.
“Jenna, we shouldn’t do this in public…”
He may have resisted with words, but he didn’t pull his hand away, and I hushed him with a finger on his lips.
“Shhh. Nobody knows who we are. This kind of thing happens on this beach all the time. Kiss me.”
Blair pondered my words for approximately five seconds and then leaned over to plant a more-than-fatherly kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth wide and playfully sought the tip of his tongue with my own as we kissed deeply. With a wet smacking sound, our lips finally came apart and I smiled, knowing this was only a taste of things to come.
Blair was looking worriedly over my shoulder and I glanced behind me to see the young man who had come to pick up my empty glass staring at us wide-eyed. I felt Blair snatch his hand out of my bikini bottoms and turned back to see him blushing furiously. I had to laugh, there was one person on the entire beach who thought Blair was my father, and we’d been caught red-handed.
The young man recovered the glass, much less chatty than he had been the whole day and retreated.
“Let’s get out of here, Jenna, if not for our own sake, then at least for the guys waiting back at the hotel.”
“Agreed.”
*****
The door to the honeymoon suite had a lock with a card slot, I slipped mine in and saw the little light turn from red to green along with a little clicking sound. I opened the door and watched as each of my Daddies filed in past me. First through was Shane, he was my current Step-Father, still married to my Mom but I was going to be ‘borrowing’ his thick cock again.
Next was Roy, my Step-Father before Shane, who gave me full body scan with his eyes as he entered, obviously appreciating the way my body looked in a bikini. Phil, my new Father-in-Law, came through next. He was clearly eager to play with my tits again, his wife wasn’t packing anything like the kind of hardware I always carried in my bra. Trent, my first ever Step-Father, groped my ass as he entered and I smiled, thinking about his long cock and how good it felt inside me.
Last through the door was my adopted Dad, Blair, who sported the biggest dick I had ever been impaled on, thank goodness he’d agreed to join in on my wedding night or I may never have known about it. I shut and locked the door, Mike was the only other person aside from hotel staff and myself that had a key card and we didn’t want any interruptions.
“I sure am glad ‘one night only’ doesn’t mean what it used to, Jenna,” said Shane. “Your mother’s never seen me get notified, pack and leave for a conference so quick.”
“I just couldn’t forget about it, I need another fix. Now… who wants to help me with this bikini? I just can’t seem to undo these knots.”
Roy stepped forward and, never taking his eyes off mine, reached around and pulled at the simple bow knot my bikini top was tied with and the scanty material fell to the ground, revealing what I considered to be my best purely physical assets. Large and perky, my breasts sat on my chest proudly, daring anybody to hold them if they could stand the pleasure. Roy accepted the unspoken challenge and cupped one in each hand, lifting and squashing them together to form deep cleavage.
“Mmmm, yeah,” I whispered.
Roy bent down to suck on my nipple, pulling it in past his lips and flicking his tongue across it while his other hand continued to squeeze at my other breast. Trent circled around behind me and slipped his hand down the front of my bikini bottoms, his fingers sliding over my clean-shaven pubic mound and pussy, a treat I had prepared for my new husband but was only too happy to share.
Blair, Shane and Phil stood back, watching as the efforts of Roy and Trent got me all hot and bothered. Roy’s tongue on my nipples, as he transferred between each one, felt incredible, and Trent had dipped his finger into my honey pot to drag out my slick juices over my clit before slowly building up a steady pace flicking across my most sensitive little button.
Four hands and a tongue on my body would certainly have been enough to get me aroused under almost any circumstances, but the fact that I had three sexy older guys watching my body get pleasured brought it to another level entirely. Especially Blair, I couldn’t believe how hot it was making me feel thinking about how he was watching his little girl get used, and that he was going to have his way with me too.
My knees began to quiver, I was having trouble concentrating on supporting my own weight as Trent’s expert fingers sparked absolute ecstasy between my legs. He wrapped one arm around my waist, taking some of the weight but forcing the hard shaft of his cock between my skimpily clad ass cheeks and only serving to increase my arousal as I felt his heat against my rear entrance.
I put my hands on Roy’s shoulders to steady myself and my eyes seemed to want to force themselves shut as I got closer and closer to an orgasm. My breathing became short and sharp and each time I exhaled I couldn’t help but let out an ‘uh’ or ‘yeah’ or ‘fuck yes’ encouraging my two-man-pleasure-team to keep on going, whatever they did make sure they didn’t stop!
Sensing my need, Trent’s finger concentrated on my clit with intensity, flicking back and forth so fast it was like a constant hum against my little bud. My knees gave out completely and I felt a flood of my juices gush out over Trent’s hand as I had a screaming orgasm right there in front of all my Daddies, held up by two of them.
I struggled to open my eyes in the midst of my pleasure, so I could watch what Blair was doing, moaning out my bliss for all and sundry to hear. My adopted Father had unzipped his pants and pulled out his magnificent cock, stroking it as he watched his little girl cumming. I shut my eyes again and rode out my orgasm, concentrating on nothing but the pleasure the two men supporting me were providing.
Finally, my legs still shaky, my climax subsided and the three of us shuffled awkwardly towards the bed, neither Trent nor Roy seeming to want to relinquish their contact with my most special places. When my knees bumped the mattress, I suddenly felt Roy’s strong hands in my armpits and without a word he lifted me up and threw me on the bed where I landed, legs akimbo, on my back.
It seemed like this was one occasion where Roy and Trent’s enthusiasm worked against them. While they took this opportunity to undress, Phil, Shane and Blair already had their wonderful cocks out and descended upon me like a pack of wild animals. Wild animals with a plan, that is.
Shane mounted the bed behind me and pushed me over so I was lying on my left side and pulled apart the bow tying my bikini bottoms on. Before I even saw what was in his hand, I felt the nozzle of a tube of lubricant inserted past the clenched star of my asshole and a jet of freezing cold jelly was squirted up there.
I gasped in surprise, then bit my bottom lip with worry, thinking about what a thick cock Shane had. Did he really think that was going to fit up my ass? Seemingly without a thought for assessing the feasibility, Shane discarded the lube and pressed his thickness against my reluctant rear entrance.
I was about to turn my head to tell him to go slow when Phil
grabbed a bunch of hair at the back of my head into a rough ponytail and forced me to keep looking straight ahead while he guided his dick past the pink pillows of my lips. Once the head of his shaft was securely embedded in my face, he let go of it with his guiding hand and used that hand to grope my impressive chest while forcing my head down on his rod until I felt it squelching at the back of my throat.
Shane continued pushing against my back passage, but despite all the lubricant I just couldn’t fit him, his cock was just too fat. He kept on pushing harder and harder, though, until he reached around and pinched my clit, eliciting a gasp around Phil’s invading manhood and a confused unclenching of my ass. Shane felt the brief surrender of my muscles and forced himself inside me.
It was the most mind-bendingly full feeling I’d ever had in my ass, my little vibrator had absolutely nothing on the girth that Shane brought to the table. My attention was so focused on the stretching of my asshole that I could barely even register the steady rhythm that Phil was using to fuck my face, let alone when Blair lifted my right leg up in the air, spreading my pussy, and straddled my left leg so our crotches were aligned.
I couldn’t help but moan around Phil’s thrusting cock as Blair pushed his enormous manhood against my sopping wet slit. Oh God, Daddy, I don’t know if I can take it I thought as he pushed the head past my labia. Shane was still slowly inserting his thickness into my ass and I just couldn’t imagine fitting any more cock between my legs, I was but one woman!
At nearly the same time I felt Blair and Shane bottom out while Phil pounded away at my mouth oblivious to how incredibly full of dick I was and mauled my tits with his free hand, occasionally rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. Blair began thrusting his cock into my pussy at a furious pace while Shane started sawing in and out of my ass much slower, though clearly with the intention of ramping it up.
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