But Matt was oblivious. He’d sidled into the seat next to the curvy brunette and was already making small talk, chit-chatting about some bullshit, probably some touching story of growing up on a ranch, playing with lambs, girls love that shit. But I realized I knew almost nothing about my mystery brunette, my frustration and powerlessness overwhelming. I needed to stop this fucking farce from going any further.
“Jake,” said Mary as she settled a napkin in her lap, “tell us a little about yourself.”
“Oh Mother,” cried Jenna before I could speak, “Don’t you keep up with current events? Jake is the CEO of Sterling Pharmaceuticals, they IPO’d six months ago,” she said triumphantly. “The first unicorn to go public in a year,” she announced in a loud voice, as if hoping the restaurant would overhear.
“Harold,” said Mary, slapping my dad playfully on the arm. “You didn’t tell me that you were the Sterlings of Sterling Pharma. Of course I’ve heard of the company, I think my mother, Jenna and Tina’s grandmother, uses their diabetes drug.”
“Darling, I didn’t want to say anything,” rumbled my dad. “Sterling belongs to my boys. I’m just a plain old working man, rough around the edges,” he rumbled.
“Oh you!” flirted Mary shamelessly, giving his arm a warm squeeze. “You’re the most sought-after contractor in San Francisco, don’t play it down,” she said with a sweet smile.
Fuck, these aging lovebirds were so disgusting that I almost wanted to puke. But even more worrisome was Matt putting the moves on my curvy brunette. I could see him leaning close to her, his interest evident by his body language. What the fuck? We were all step-siblings here, didn’t he realize what a fucking incestuous lech he was?
Meanwhile, Tina’s body language looked receptive. She was laughing at his jokes, nodding in agreement with something he was saying and took a delicate sip of her water, her eyes meeting mine momentarily over the rim of the glass. Fuck … I needed her. Just the sight of those caramel eyes looking up at me … it reminded me of her on her knees in my bedroom, gazing sweetly up at me as she tasted my cock.
I adjusted myself uncomfortably in the chair, my body rock-hard and ready to spew at a moment’s notice. Unfortunately, Jenna noticed and slipped her hand provocatively onto my thigh, her fingers trailing my bulge under the tablecloth. “We wanted to let you know that we’ll be getting married at Memorial Chapel,” she announced before lowering her voice confidentially. “We’re going to have about three hundred guests, including Mark Zuckerberg and Larry Ellison. Because Zuck is one of Jake’s friends right? And Larry wants us to take his yacht for the honeymoon.”
I was annoyed. Sure, these were professional acquaintances but I wouldn’t say they were friends per se. I mean, let’s get real. Sometimes you’ve got to slash another man’s throat in business, and I knew both Zuck and Ellison wouldn’t hesitate to cut me under the right circumstances. Fuck, I’d beat their wives and children if it got me what I wanted.
But I must have growled something that made Jenna smile brightly and Tina flush, looking at her glass. The brunette got up hastily, mumbling some excuse, and made her way to the back of the restaurant.
“What’s gotten into her?” asked Jenna breezily. “Oh I know, we had finals and it’s been rough but she’ll be fine. Anyways, are you all free the first weekend in June? I’ve already reserved the chapel for that Saturday.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. Getting up, I too made my way to the back of the restaurant in pursuit of the beautiful brunette.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tina
This night was turning out to be a sheer nightmare. The quiet dinner with Mom had somehow morphed to include her newest boyfriend, but okay, three is fine. A nice dinner was a nice dinner, and I was already a goner with the plaid shirtdress. Inappropriate before, it was going to be doubly inappropriate in the swanky atmosphere of San Francisco’s newest mod restaurant. But I sighed and nodded, defeated before the night even began.
But when Mom casually tossed off that she and Harold were engaged after a mere three months of dating, I was shocked.
“Mom!” I cried. “I haven’t even met him yet! And I mean, you’re, you’re so … old to be getting married,” I said with horror.
“Old but not dead, sweetie,” she chimed, looking at me wryly from the driver’s seat of her coupe. “Even seventy year-olds get married,” she added mischievously. “It’s about time you did too.”
I didn’t even want to go down this road. Twenty-five is not over the hill, not in the enlightened times of “leaning forward” and Hillary Clinton stumping for President. But I’d wisely kept my mouth shut. Any conversation in that direction wasn’t going to be positive, at least for me.
So when she’d off-handedly mentioned that Harold’s sons were going to join us, I was already resigned. Just grin and bear it, grin and bear it, I reminded myself. Soon I’d be back in my apartment in my comfy PJs, readying myself for another night of cramming.
But when the man appeared … oh god, all the blood drained from my body and I felt like a limp, lifeless doll. He was exactly as I remembered. I could catch a whiff of male aftershave as well as his personal scent, that heady, woodsy smell that concentrated itself behind his balls, the musk lingering in my nostrils long after I’d left him. The introductions went by in a blur. His name was Jake. I managed to catch that in the whirlwind of conversation, plus the fact that he was engaged to my twin.
“See Mother? See Tina?” Jenna scoffed as she flaunted her bling. “It’s gorgeous isn’t it? Five carats, VVS1, cushion-cut, Jake had his eye on it the moment he met me,” she preened.
Really? My mystery man, whom I’d hooked up with a mere four months ago was now getting married to my sister? My mind ran furiously, trying to piece together some kind of timeline. I guess Jenna hadn’t started missing class until recently … it was possible, I guess.
Ugh. My heart crashed and I felt leaden with exhaustion. The man I’d fantasized about, whom I’d built up in my head as a hero of sorts, was part of this sordid drama, another twist in my twin’s perfect life. And he’d been fucking my sister for the last few months … while I was pregnant with his child.
Because it’s true. That one night, the one night that I had sex in my life, has led to this … pregnancy. It’s hard for me to believe. I mean, they always say that you can’t get pregnant the first time, and it had all happened so fast, you know? One moment I was still clothed and the next, I’d been transformed into a naked slut, the big man shooting his cum into my body, leaving me filled with the most delicious hot juices. I’d reveled in my femaleness afterwards, curled up in the sheets as he made his way to the shower. I’d figured it was nothing … just a tumble with a stranger at some random party, and I’d snuck off as soon as he was out of sight. Let’s face it, hot guys aren’t looking for girls like me, a bookish nerd with glasses and comfy clothes.
So I’d scooted out of there, my disheveled appearance and prolonged absence provoking a gasp from my best friend Hailey.
“Tina, what happened?” she’d cried. “Where’d you go? Who was that guy?”
Oh, Hailey. She was like me, a total tag-along. We were the nerds of law school with our heads buried in books, monastically abstinent in our basement carrels. But I didn’t know what to say because I knew nothing about him … not his name, what he did, nada. I couldn’t very well say, well yeah, he has the biggest dong I’ve ever seen, in fact the only dong I’ve ever seen, and I kissed it and fucked it until I was delirious, but no, I don’t know his name.
Instead, I’d mumbled some half-hearted answer, saying he was a businessman who’d asked some questions about how to set up an LLC. And it sucks, but it was easy for Hailey to believe that I was just a source of free legal knowledge, and not a fuck doll who’d just been taken and screwed.
Sigh. So that’s what life has come down to, huh? I was so undesirable that no one, not even my best friend, could imagine that a hot guy would want me. But at least I had my memories. I
mean, the man still starred in my wet dreams even months later. His abs were tight with no flab whatsoever, his blue eyes mesmerizing, penetrating, making my cunny run just from his gaze. It’d been the best night of my life, and I wasn’t expecting lightning to strike again.
So the unexpected pregnancy was a shocker. His sperm … that virile, delicious male cum had worked its magic and now I was going to be a mom. I’d asked around half-heartedly to see if I could figure out who the man was, but unfortunately, there was no way to even get started. I mean, what was I going to say? “So, yeah, I met this really beautiful man at a party, didn’t get his name but I fucked him, and I’m looking for him now?” I’d be laughed out of Dodge. It’s embarrassing but I’d even posted a “missed connections” ad on Craigslist, hoping he’d see it somehow, but attractive men don’t surf the web aimlessly perusing personals.
So I was in a jam. I figured I’d ace my exams, graduate and then contemplate next steps. I just needed some time to clear my head and it seemed like a fine idea, except when I showed up at dinner … and the man was there.
I’d almost fainted when his massive bulk trailed Jenna into the restaurant. He was gorgeous still, dressed in a dark suit, his black hair brushed back from his forehead, commanding, powerful, breathtaking. But my sister … my simpering twin was teetering on high heels and a tiny dress, with a big diamond ring on her finger. What? How? Was this the secret boyfriend she’d missed so much class for? I mean, really? Mom and I were supposed to have a quiet dinner for two, and now Jenna had somehow magically appeared with my man in tow.
Bile rose in my mouth, the acid stinging the back of my throat like pure poison. Could this really be happening? Could my sister’s fiancé be the father of my child? It was too much and I had to leave the table. Mumbling excuses, I pushed my chair back hastily, knocking my napkin to the floor.
“Come back soon, pretty lady,” drawled Matt, my soon to be brother. Oh god. Matt was handsome as sin, I admit, but the whole situation was overwhelming. I’d sucked his brother’s balls already … oh god.
I stumbled into the ladies’ lounge, breathing a sigh of relief and leaned against the door as soon as it slammed shut. The perfume in the lounge was strong but at least it was quiet, with no one else in sight. I needed to catch my breath and just relax for a moment, get a hold of myself before making my way back to the table.
No such luck. Someone pushed, hard, against the door, and I was flung to my knees against a puffy ottoman, the purple sofa breaking my fall.
“Ooof!” I gasped, out of breath, turning my head in disbelief. Someone clearly needed to go to the bathroom bad.
But instead, it was the big man. Jake. He stepped inside, ominously looking around to make sure the restroom was clear before locking the door behind him.
“What’s your problem?” he growled, his face a mask of disgust.
“What’s my problem? What’s yours?” I hissed back, trying to right myself, pulling my dress down futilely.
He glanced around momentarily. Like any ornate ladies’ lounge, there was a front area for primping complete with cosmetics, body lotions, and three overstuffed couches upholstered in lavender. The restroom area was in the next room, the bright white walls stark and gleaming. “Pretty nice set-up, huh,” he grunted.
And in flash, he was on me. “Where the fuck have you been?” he growled into my throat as I squirmed beneath him. Not waiting for an answer, he seized my mouth in a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue between my lips, tilting my head back for some thorough penetration. I fought back at first, pummeling that hard male chest, kicking at his shins.
“Mmm, I love it when you fight,” he groaned into my mouth. “Wildcat,” he said, grinding his crotch against me.
And reader, I loved it. I loved having that big male body in my arms again, sprawled under the sofa beneath him, pinned by his massive weight. I felt my cunny begin to run, my nipples brushing his hard wall of chest as I breathed in his masculine scent, his arms crushing me, his dick an iron rod against my tummy.
And I worked it like a slut. I whimpered and squirmed against him, tantalizing that pole, the heat between my legs intense, drawing him in like a moth to flame. He pulled away a moment to unbutton my dress, chuckling at the warm flannel against my skin.
“Hmm, still plaid, huh?” he murmured before delving into my mouth again. But I didn’t give a fuck. I just needed his heat inside me, to be impaled on his fuckpole once more. When my boobs were revealed, encased in the tiniest of lace bralets, he kissed a creamy curve before lasciviously pulling down the fabric to reveal deep pink, hard-as-rock nipples.
“Unnn!” I cried as he sucked one into his mouth, trailing his tongue against my sensitive areola. If anything, my nipples grew harder under his ministrations, and he rotated between the two peaks, catching one in his mouth before returning to the other, their gleaming wetness trailed with saliva, rosy and sensitized.
“I’ve gotta fuck these,” he muttered, and unzipped his pants, letting his dong pop out. I gasped. I’d been dreaming of that pole for months now, but seeing it in person again made me salivate with need. It was deep purple, rock-hard and veiny, the tip already dripping with a bit of cream, that viscous man milk virile and tantalizing. I leaned forward for a sip but he pushed me back onto the couch.
“Titty fuck first,” he commanded, straddling me, positioning his dick between the curves of my breasts.
“Shee-it,” he groaned, beginning a rhythm, rubbing that pole up and down as I held my breasts together, the soft flesh cushioning his ride. He began a slow rhythm, pushing his cock between my tits, his face a mask of ecstasy. He was so long and hard and big that whenever he pushed up, his glans hit my chin and I tilted my head ever so slightly to get a taste of dick on each upswing. It was marvelous, that shiny, crowning head slick with pre-cum, hitting my lips on each stroke.
“Uhhh,” he groaned again. “Unnh, unnh.” But I guess he’d had enough and wanted the real thing. “Bottoms up, little girl,” he growled as he pulled off, shedding his shirt and pants. I gasped. His dick stuck out proudly from his hips, that massive member dripping like a stream now, gooey cream falling to the floor. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that I was crouching over the edge of the sofa and lifted my dress so that my ass was exposed, the round mounds lush and tight for him to explore.
“Fuck little girl,” he moaned, gazing at my exposed flesh while running a finger up and down that wet string between my buttocks. I was secretly glad that I’d made a Victoria’s Secret run recently. Just because I look like a poor student doesn’t mean that I don’t splurge on panties and g-strings. I don’t know, it just makes me feel so sexy and hot even if on the outside I’m a mouse.
But Jake was one hundred percent focused on my pussy, not even acknowledging the lacy underthings. Kneeling behind me, he pressed his face into my vag, sniffing deeply of my personal scent. “Ohhh fuck,” he groaned again, his hand reaching down to stroke his member. I know I have a pretty cunt. I’ve checked it out in the mirror occasionally and it’s pink and gleaming, without those weird hanging bits some girls have.
But Jake wanted to taste too. He pulled the sopping wet fabric aside, baring my pussy to his gaze and traced the puffy folds with his tongue. I felt myself grow even wetter, even hotter, as he spread my lips with two fingers, exposing that deep pink interior before tonguing it, lapping up my female essence.
He then moved to my clit, biting it lightly before suckling, making me scream and squirt with pleasure.
“Fuck me!” I moaned, my pussy tingling, the juices dripping down my thighs. “Please!” Jake tested my hole with his finger, running it in an inch, then two. “I don’t think my dick is gonna fit in here,” he growled, moving in and out ever so slightly, the walls of my vag tight and hot against those big, thick digits.
“Oh it will … it has already,” I breathed, humping my twat against his hand, throwing my head back and tossing my hair like a genuine slut.
“Okay, here goes little girl
,” he grunted, standing up to line his dick up with my cunt. His crown teased me, that big head running up and down my vaginal lips, lubricating himself, getting the pole wet for the final act. I could feel each vein of his cock dragging across my pussy lips, the pulsing so strong, so insistent that I grew desperate with need, my bottom leaking shamefully as I pushed back against that hardness, everything open and exposed for him.
With a groan, he edged into my depths. The fit was tight but I was so turned on that cream flowed every which way, coating his pole, my cunny lips, running down my thighs with need. With one fast, hard fuck, he was in me all the way, buried balls-deep, his cock pulsing in my twat, his length so hard and fast and long that I could feel him bump against my deepest recesses, banging me hard and true.
“Ahhh,” he groaned, starting up a rhythm, his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. I turned my head and saw that his face was strained, hot blazes of color across his cheekbones, his abs and pecs tight as he seized my hips, drilling me over and over again.
“Unnnh!” I squealed. “Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!” I loved every second of it, his cock so deep in me, my pussy sucking him tight. He paused for a moment to reach under my body and rub my clit with one hand as he pounded me hard. It was too much. I started coming immediately, my cunt clamping down hard on his dick as my pussy spasmed in ecstasy, seizing onto that rod, pulsing with pleasure.
The feel of my cunt giving it up must have driven him over the edge because Jake began spurting into my hot depths, streams of man milk coating my insides, shooting deep into my fertile fields. The hot white was so delicious, so copious that it seeped out between our bodies, dripping down my thighs wetly as his balls slapped my behind, making sure I took the full load.
And reader, I was such a slut. With a sly look I reached behind me and squeezed his sacs, making sure he pumped every drop into my little body. I wanted it, wanted it bad, and having this man buried in my cunt was the epitome of gratification.
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