Punishing the Brats - Taboo 18 Book Bundle: Man of the House, Brat & Fertile First Time Stories

by Candy Quinn

  “Damn, girl!” Dylan cried, pointing at her small (plastic) fortune. “You’re really good at this!”

  “You two just aren’t paying attention,” Chastity replied smugly, making a playful face.

  “No, honey, I think you really are good at this game,” Matt said with a shrug. “Some people are just naturals.”

  With a nice buzz going, and pretty damn relaxed, Chastity decided it was time to make things a little more interesting.

  “Let’s up the stakes,” she said. “And wager something interesting.”

  The two men looked at each other and grinned. “Okay,” Dylan said. “What are we wagering?”

  “Secrets,” Chastity chirped. She put up a finger. “No, not what you’re thinking. The winner of each hand gets to ask the other two a truth or dare question without the dare.”

  “Aw, that’s no fun.”

  “Sure it is. You have to answer is truthfully.”

  “So, what, we just ask each other questions?” Dylan asked, looking between her and her step-father.

  “Yes!” she said, hastily nodding her head.

  Matt shrugged. “Okay.”

  A round later, Chastity had one, and was eyeing both of them. Deciding on who to ask, she leveled her eyes at the attractive Dylan and smiled at him.

  “What could you possibly ask me that I’d be afraid to tell?” Dylan asked, grinning back. “Matt here knows everything about me. I’m not afraid to tell you anything. So, where does that leave us?”

  “Oh?” Chastity asked, accepting the challenge. She wasn’t about to let him win this one. “Fine. Truth time.”

  “Shoot.”

  “Are you attracted to me?”

  Silence fell on the table like an anvil from the heavens. She watched, satisfied, as the two men looked at each other, a grin creeping onto Dylan’s face.

  “Well, come on,” she said. “It’s truth time, remember?”

  “Chastity,” Matt said, the tone of his voice changing, telling her he wasn’t particularly happy about the question.

  “What?” Chastity blurted, a little defensively. “He asked me what I could possibly ask him. Well, there we go. That was what I could ask him that he wouldn’t want to answer.”

  “Yeah, but-”

  “Matt,” Dylan said, cutting in. “Don’t worry so much. She’s had a bit to drink.”

  “Well?” Chastity demanded.

  “Yes,” Dylan said with a sigh. “But, in all honesty, so would every straight male from here to Venice.”

  Chastity blushed, not expecting the nice words. “Oh,” she stammered. She absently fiddled with her hair. “You think so?”

  Dylan exchanged a look with Matt, who relented with a slight nod of his head.

  “Yes,” he said. “Sure. You’re an attractive young woman. Not exactly uncommon.”

  Blood boiled in Chastity’s veins. “Couldn’t you have just said yes? Did you have to add the part about it not being unusual? You know, a girl likes to feel attractive sometimes!”

  She got up, slapped her chips away, and walked off toward to get another beer. She heard someone following, and thought it was Dylan coming to apologize. Storming out onto the beach, she turned around, ready to flip him the bird.

  But it was her step-father, Matt.

  “Chastity, honey,” he said, walking up to her and corralling her in his arms. He gave her shoulders a squeeze, and shook his head, brow furrowed in concern. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah,” she said, looking away. “I don’t know.”

  “Is something going on? You’ve been all over the shop today, you know?”

  Chastity rolled her eyes. “If you’re asking if I’m on my period, I’m no-”

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not asking that. My guess is you wouldn’t have gone swimming, anyway.”

  “Ever heard of a tampon, Matt? Girls go swimming with those, you know.”

  He looked at her for a moment, before grinning. “Yeah, but you were learning to surf, falling over, bum in the air and everything. Not sure you would have taken that risk in those skimpy little bikini bottoms you were wearing.”

  “Yeah, you’re right,” she said slapping his chest and walking off into the night, kicking up waves of sand.

  “Come on,” he said, jogging up beside her. “Tell me what’s bugging you.”

  “It’s not really bugging me,” she said, taking a sip from her beer. “It’s just that… oh, I can’t.”

  “Can’t what?”

  “Can’t tell you.”

  “But why not?”

  “Look, Matt. Don’t think this is about trust or anything like that. It’s not about you. I trust you, okay, and I would tell you if it was anything else. But I can’t tell you.”

  “Why not me?” he asked. “What’s the worst that could happen if I found out what was bugging you?”

  “The worst?” Chastity asked, laughing. “The worst is you would disown me and never talk to me again.”

  “Chastity,” Matt said, stopping, his voice hardening. She turned around and looked at him. They were about three feet apart, and yet she felt miles away from him.

  “What?”

  “I would never leave you. No matter what you do, what you say, what kind of trouble you get into, I’ll never disown you. I’ll certainly never stop talking to you. You’re my baby girl. You’re my world.”

  She couldn’t lie to herself. She felt it right in her chest. But the silly man didn’t know what he was talking about. This wasn’t like, oh, she got knocked up! This wasn’t like oh, she got arrested one night with a bit of Charlie in her purse! This was something much, much bigger… something totally taboo.

  “You can talk to me if you want. I’ll listen, and I won’t judge you.”

  She laughed. Why was he just spewing platitudes? “You really want to know, Matt? Huh… Daddy?”

  He blinked, caught off-guard by that one. “Yes,” he said after a moment. I really do.”

  “Okay, well here it is. Brace yourself, father-of-the-year.” She spat the words at him with contempt, and she didn’t know where that was coming from. She hated herself for doing it, but couldn’t control the surge in her emotions.

  “I think I’m in love with you. I’m lonely and I’m horny as fuck, and right now, all I want, all I really want? Is for you and Dylan to just fuck me silly. Until I can’t even make a sound anymore, you know?” She titled her head at him, a challenge in her eyes. “That’s what I want. I want to be fucked. By you, and by him.” She pointed back at the cabin. “At the same time.”

  She turned then, expecting a deafening silence to envelop then. She took a step away from him, expecting to be shunned by him for having such wrong and lurid thoughts.

  But to her great surprise, she felt his arms around her shoulders again, and he spun her around, and he kissed her.

  At first the kiss was exploratory, gentle, tender, even. But soon she felt his passion burn through his tongue, and their kissing turned to almost-gnashing, banging teeth and saliva-soaked tongues desperate to somehow devour more of the other.

  Chastity’s heart beat ever quicker, and she felt that rumble of lust in her loins, and in her lower abdomen, one that made her knees weak, that made her want to open her legs to the man before her.

  Matt’s hands were roaming up and down her back, before taking fistfuls of her meaty ass and squeezing them hard. She yelped, laughing into his mouth, dizzy with excitement, the heady realization that what they were doing was so totally off-limits.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned into his mouth, running her hands beneath his shirt across his hard and muscular body. She felt his chest, the ridges of his abdominals, felt it all rise and fall to his equally quick breathing.

  “Oh, Daddy,” she hissed as he pulled her tight against him, as she felt the gasp-worthy lump in his crotch. She pulled a hand free from under his t-shirt and cupped him there, feeling his rigidity, his girth.

  “I want you inside me,” she breat
hed into his ear as his lips went to her neck, devouring up her sweaty, salt-laced skin. He was grabbing at her tits now, hard, through her t-shirt and bikini top, and her nipples were clearly poking through so that he could pinch them between two fingers and roll them.

  She arched her back, like a languid cat stretching in the sun, as he pulled at her t-shirt, over her shoulders, before running a hungry tongue down her armpit, and into her cleavage. It was so intense and intimate she couldn’t help but whimper and moan and sigh as he ravished her body with his hands and mouth, taking from her what he wanted.

  And the promise of more only spurred her lust onward and upward.

  She pulled apart the velcro that held his swimming shorts together, and they dropped down into a puddle of slightly damp fabric at his feet. She immediately wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft that seemed to spring out, and sucked in air as she felt his girth. Her step-father was fucking hung!

  “Oh, wow, Daddy,” she whispered while he worked frantically at the string to her bikini top. Getting it undone, he roughly folded the two cups down so they were against her stomach, exposing her breasts to the warm night air. He clamped his lips around a nipple and sucked on it hard, kneading both of her breasts in unison, biting softly with his teeth, pulling.

  She giggled, throwing her head back, running the fingers of her free hand through his hair while she started to pump his turgid length slowly, dragging her thumb across the opening to his cock, feeling there enormous globules of his pre-cum form. He was so hard for her, so wet for her, and that was when he brought his hand down to cup her crotch.

  “Daddy!” she breathed, now feeling her own wetness pressed back against her. He quickly found the hardened nub that was her clit through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom and began to rub just above it, light circles, teasing, wide strokes. Chastity’s knees went weaker and wobbled more, and she held onto his neck, kissing him fiercely, losing track of her own stroking of his rigid manhood, lost in the growing, budding sensation she felt right in between her legs. It went inward, like a pressure, and it was all building up inside her.

  “Oh, God,” she moaned as he pressed his fingers against her throbbing pearl harder, and he spun her around so that he was behind her, arms wrapped around her, and he greedily pulled aside her bottoms, granting him access to her flower, her folds.

  “You’re so wet,” he growled into her ear, licking up the back of her neck to right behind her lobe, sending her hairs standing on end, and goosebumps erupting along the length of her arms. She pushed her head into him, biting her lip and moaning as he rubbed her juices upward from her entrance, lubricating her clit before rubbing it in circles again.

  “I’m wet for you,” she said, her voice a mere whisper. She leaned back against him as he supported her weight in his strong arms, and he continued to caress her clit, and God if she wasn’t in heaven, she was in the next best place! Slow pulses of pleasure worked their way through her center, and she knew she was a clit girl, and she knew if he just kept on going… not even for a long time… but if he just kept going…

  “Oh!” she moaned as he picked up the pace, this time catching her clit and hood in between two fingers and rubbing his hold hand around. She was bathed in sensation, flooded with it, and he walked her back to the cabin, step by shivering step, fingers still on her clit, until she was able to brace herself against it with both her hands.

  He then ran his other hand down her bum, and he pulled her out, so that she was bent over and braced against the wooden cabin wall, and he slowly began to circle her entrance, all while still stimulating her bud.

  She was definitely in heaven now.

  “Don’t stop,” she groaned, her hips bucking instinctively backward. She didn’t just want him teasing her entrance like this… she wanted him to plunge those two fingers inside her and plunder from her every ounce of her womanly pleasure cream he could.

  “Put them inside me,” she said between gritted teeth, pushing back farther, and he obliged. She felt first one finger, then another at her entrance, and he pushed them slowly inside her, eliciting a silent cry of sensation as he pressed down hard against her front wall.

  Sliding his fingers in and out of her, he quickly found the little patch of mottled skin within her, and he focused on that while fingering her, while caressing her clit in hard, fast circles.

  “Oh, God,” she gurgled, feeling her body grow tense. She didn’t realize how close she already was, and now she could see the finish line racing toward her. The coil inside her was winding tighter and tighter, just waiting to spring. The pressure within her was growing heavier and heavier, just waiting to explode outward from between her thighs, from in her abdomen.

  “Oh, fuck, don’t stop, Daddy,” she cried, slamming a fist down against the wooden wall, balling her hands up so tight her knuckles went white and her nails dug into her palms. Every muscle in her body was tensed, and the tendons sprang from her neck as she honed in on that inevitable, scorching ecstasy.

  “OOH FUCK!” she cried, throwing her head back. She was right there, on the edge. He didn’t stop. He didn’t let up. His fingers plunged into her. He worked her clit over and over and over…

  “OOOOOHHH,” she moaned at the top of her lungs as she crested. Orgasm, pure pleasure, crashed over her in one, intense, toe-curling, scream-silencing wave. Her body shook. She soared. She felt so fucking good. She couldn’t breathe.

  And then it was waning, ebbing. The peak had passed and she was on her way down, shivering in hypersensitivity. He pulled his fingers from her, stopped touching her clit, and rested his hand against her, like a carpet over her sex, so that the only source of movement was her rapid breathing, and each time her swollen, super-sensitive clit touched his skin, she jolted, humming, like sharp electric bolts firing through her nervous system.

  “Oh, God, I needed that,” she breathed, her face against the wood, feeling sweat trickling down in between her breasts. “That was great. Hold me. Hold me for a bit, okay?”

  He did. He wrapped his arms around her and held her from behind, and their breathing aligned so that the rise and fall of their chests was in unison. She loved that she could feel the heat of his body. It seemed to radiate into her, warm her.

  She could also feel his hard cock in between her legs, and each time he flexed his pelvic muscle it jumped up to hit her in her sex.

  “Stop it,” she laughed, turning around in time to catch him sucking on his two fingers. For a moment she was mortified. For a moment, modesty made its sting felt, but it drained when he smiled at her and kissed her hard, and even though she could taste herself, she knew that he liked it, that he loved it.

  “Do you like the way I taste?” she asked.

  “Oh baby,” he groaned, kissing her hard again. “I could taste you forever.”

  She wiggled her bum, and looked up at him, grinning. “Fuck me, Daddy.” She turned around then, and spread her legs and braced herself against the wall. “Fuck me hard.”

  She felt his hands on her thighs then, and he shut them, so that her feet were together. “Put your ass out, baby. Yeah, like that.” She had her legs together, and her ass out, and she knew that this was about to be really good. She was going to be tight, and he was going to be big, and everywhere inside her was going to be touched, stimulated…

  Chastity was really going to be in heaven, now.

  But she heard a cough, and was for a moment terrified and embarrassed. Dylan was standing by the cabin door, looking at them, an amused smirk on his face, and his swimming trunks tented enormously.

  “I heard what you said, Chastity.”

  “O-oh?” she managed with a slight stammer.

  “You wanted your Daddy here to fuck you good. And that you wanted me to, as well.”

  “You can’t fuck her, Dylan,” Matt said, his voice hard. “But if there is anything else my baby girl wants to do, it’s up to her.”

  Chastity looked over her shoulder at her step-father, and then back at Dyl
an. She grinned. She’d always wanted to know what it felt like to have a big cock in her mouth.

  She repositioned herself, now getting down on her knees on the sand, and she wiggled her bum at her Daddy, her legs still closed.

  “Fuck me like this, Daddy,” she mewled at him. He dropped to his knees behind her, pumping his vein-lined tool that, in the dim moonlight light, looked as if it could be as thick as a soda can.

  Dylan didn’t need the cue. He walked over to her, and she heard the snap of velcro and he stepped out of his swimming shorts, cock sprung at full attention. He dropped to his knees in front of her, too, and she was greeted by the sight of his also-well-gifted manhood, with its big, bulbous and pink tip beading pre-cum like no tomorrow.

  She looked over her shoulder at her step-father, and he nodded his consent. Gingerly, she leaned forward, with her tongue out, and touched a droplet of pre-cum, tasting its mild flavor. Dylan pushed forward a little, and she took his whole cock head into her mouth, barely able to fit it in, and sucked on it hard while swirling her tongue on the underside where she knew men were sensitive.

  “Oh, shit,” he groaned in his deep voice.

  That was when she felt her Daddy’s cock at her entrance. She pushed back, and his tip popped inside her, but not before stretching her so that she had to let Dylan’s cock out of her mouth to moan. God, he was fucking huge! She felt hints of pain at her entrance as he started to push into her, but moments later it was gone, and she was overwhelmed by the incredible sensation of being so filled up inside her.

  “Fuck,” she grunted, biting her teeth together and gripping the sand beneath her. Her eyes twitched and she curled her back so that his cock proceeded to grind against her front wall, making her shiver with internal jolts of pleasure.

  “Slowly at first, Daddy,” she said. “You’re so big.”

  “I won’t hurt you, baby,” he told her, and he began to pull his cock out of her. This time, she was completely overcome, and dropped down to her elbows, unable to support herself as the feeling of him pulling his huge member out of her drowned out everything else.

  And when he pulled his quivering tip completely from her, she braced herself for the plunge. He drove into her, and she screamed out, and he began to fuck her, slowly, gently, and she was lost, eyes closed, and mouth open and tongue wondering.