by Lucy Lixx
Chapter 3
We spent the next full day at the beach. As I was basking in the beautiful warmth of the sun, I noticed daddy glancing at me, licking his lips. I felt as if I was an ice-cream ready to be eaten and in a way, it was an amazing feeling. I smiled and turned to watch the sea, where Ethan was coming out from. All the girls at the beach were looking at him. His body was amazing. He only looked at me, though. What a wonderful feeling…to be wanted.
That night we were to attend a very fancy party, thrown by the mayor of the town. We had to get all dressed up, hair and makeup, the whole nine yards and I was really looking forward to it. Mom took me shopping. I got a tiny little red number and killer heels. As I was walking through the makeup section, I noticed my face in the mirror: despite my illusions, the mirror was not lying. I was nothing but a mere 18 years old, a simple teenager. I wasn’t happy at my mediocre reflection, and decided to get some makeup that would hopefully make me look older, more appealing, especially to daddy. I noticed a poster in the back, a huge poster of bright red colored lips, with a sign below: “Luscious lips. For women only”. That is exactly what I needed! I needed proof that I wasn’t a child and I wanted to show the world that I was a woman. I bought the reddest, brightest lipstick I could find and even though somehow it looked like hooker’s lips, I thought it still looked tempting. I knew daddy would not be able to take his eyes off my lips and I was already planning on using the lipstick to leave bright red traces all over his dick.
Mom wasn’t too happy about me getting the lipstick, she tried to persuade me to go with a different shade, but I wouldn’t give in. I hoped she’d simply give up, and luckily she did.
After we got ready, we went down to the hallway of our hotel where daddy and his ‘mini me’ were already waiting for us. Both of them looked very handsome: elegant suits, expensive watches, and freshly shaved. They literally looked like models out of a magazine. Mom was wearing a long, whitish backless dress that fitted her perfectly. She was the tender princess: the natural makeup, the long, wavy hair and the elegant earrings. She looked like a little, innocent lamb. As she climbed down the stairs, daddy kissed her hand and told her she looked amazing.
As I came down, I saw the three of them staring at me: mom, in confusion, daddy in total arousal whereas Ethan wore a seductive smirk of admiration. I could feel their mixed emotions and I completely absorbed them: feeding my ego and my self-confidence. The tight, short red dress showed more than it covered, the high heels extended my legs even more, but the red lipstick was the absolute winner. I saw daddy staring at my lips and I knew it definitely was a winner.
Daddy stepped up, took my hand and kissed it, then proceeded to lean in and gave me a peck on the cheek while whispering: “You are ravishing, sweetlips. I’m looking forward to sucking the life out of that lipstick of yours.”
I smiled. At that moment, for the first time in months, I didn’t blush. I felt proud of myself because I had finally learned to take compliments as a woman.
The dinner was in an Old Italian castle, filled with beautiful people and live music. It was majestic to dance in a room like the one in Naples and it was more than pleasant to see people staring at you, admiring your beauty. That night, I was at the peak of my confidence, my ego was fed and it had overeaten, but it yearned for more. I could see the glances men gave me, no matter their age: lust, interest, arousal, desire – I walked around simply absorbing all the mixed emotions with a big smile on my face. It was thrilling, it was exciting to know you’re wanted, and for me it was the greatest form of flattery.
As mom and daddy danced and drank, Ethan came to me: “Wanna go outside for a walk?”
I saw it in his eyes: he wanted me. As much as I wanted to say “no”, since I really, really wanted daddy to fuck me, I glanced at him and saw that he was busy with mom. Which, probably meant he didn’t have time for me.
“Sure.” – I whispered, accepting his hand and smiling. I could tell he was nervous and it intrigued me even more. He took me out into the gardens. Gorgeous, lush greenery decorated in a spectacular manner enough to provoke feelings of splendor and admiration. The gardens smelled beautiful: a scent that stayed and lingered in the air, waking up the summer within you. Ethan wasn’t talking, he was just walking with me, as if searching for something. After we got to a part that was more secluded than the rest, I understood what he was searching for. He wanted to find a public place, hidden from the curious eye, where he could fuck me. It excited me, since I’d fantasized about sex in public, but had never had the chance to try it out. As he pulled me in, he started kissing me on the lips, looking for my tongue, while his hands where going straight towards my ass.
“You’ve no idea what you’re doing to me, babe.” – He whispered as he continued to nibble on my ear.
I felt his warm breath on my neck, streaming through my body, awaking every cell of my being, arousing, and firing up my sexuality and I knew this is what I was waiting for all night. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in, nibbling on his neck and ear, feeling the bulge in his pants. Simply knowing the effect I had on him was a huge turn on. I could feel I was awaking the beast within him, a part of him that he shared with his dad but didn’t know about it. He pushed me only to grab me by the hands and push me again against the cold, hard wall in front of me. Ethan leaned in, forcing his full body weight on mine. The sweet squeeze made me almost drunk from anticipation as I couldn’t wait for what was to follow. I felt his hands on my ass, feverishly pulling up my dress. He was in a hurry and everything was fast: so fast in fact, in had my heart pounding. For a second, I was sure someone would be able to hear our moans and the mere excitement of possibly being discovered made me wet, more than I’d ever been before.
I heard him unzipping his pants and I felt his hands pushing my panties aside. He slapped me on my butt, hard as his daddy used to do, and I moaned in pleasure.
“Tell me Beth, does my dad fuck you good?” – He whispered and the realization that he was jealous made me want him even more.
“Yes.” – I said, as he continued to spank me.
“You are so filthy. Dirty… You are a whore; do you know that? Huh?” – He said, as I waived my ass further up in the air, moaning: “Fuck me them! Make me your whore” I responded, defiantly.
All of a sudden, I felt his cock enter me: hard and fast, like never before. It hurt me, but I also liked it. I had my hands outstretched on the wall in front and I felt his hands wrap within my hair: pulling it harder and harder, as he was fucking me in the same bestial rhythm. I felt ravaged, used, taken advantage of, and I relished every second of it. I felt my orgasm building up, it was coming fast, and it was an explosion waiting to happen, as I heard a voice behind us: “What the hell are you doing?”
I froze. Ethan stopped. I felt him sliding out of me and releasing my hair. The voice sounded so familiar. I knew someone had caught us and even though, I knew we should be embarrassed, I only felt disappointed that I wasn’t able to cum. As I turned around to see who it was, my knees felt weak: Daddy was standing right behind us.
Chapter 4
“What do you think you’re doing?” – Daddy said, a little bit louder than the first time, walking up to Ethan and slapping him across the face. I kept quiet, in total loss of words. Daddy never even looked at me, not even a glance.
“Nothing you haven’t already done.” – Ethan said, sounding cocky for the first time since I’ve met him. Daddy stood, looking at him than at me again.
“Haven’t I taught your simple ass anything, son?” He said. I wore a look of total bewilderment at his words. Confusion splayed across my face.
He continued, “Boy, I guess I have to show you how it’s done.” He walked up to me, and pulled my skirt up. Ethan was standing right behind me, in awe, not knowing what to do. I was dumbstruck, completely betrayed by my own body that simply wanted to cum. As daddy pushed me against the wall, he reached down and grabbed my pussy staring into my eyes: “Mmm…you are very wet.
I guess he has done something right, after all.”
Daddy pushed me down on my knees and as he did, he massaged my lips, completely spreading the bright red lipstick all over my face.
“Since I saw you this evening, I’ve wanted that lipstick on my dick, sweetlips. Now, get to it.”
As he unzipped his pants, I grabbed his cock, pulling it in, fast and hard. I started licking it: from his shaft to the head, passionately, slowly filling my mouth with his dick, with the deliciousness of his meat, feeling the arousal coming back again, only twice as hard as last time.
“Son, go behind her. I want to see you fucking her naughty tight slit.”
Ethan walked behind me, pulling my legs towards him so I was on all fours. I was sucking daddy’s dick from one side while my stepbrother was fucking me from behind. The sensation of having two of my holes full, at the same time, was divine. I had never experienced anything like this, and I wasn’t ready for it to end.
Daddy was watching him, then me, then him again as if he was a teacher watching his students write their homework.
“Stop. That’s enough. Both of you.” – He almost barked at us as we were trying to control ourselves and listen to what he was saying. As both of them took a step back, I used the opportunity to touch myself. My clit was more than ready. Daddy walked up to me and slapped me on the wrist:
“Stop it sweetlips.” – So, I did.
“Now, son, you are going to get down, flat on the ground on your back. Sweetlips, you are going to ride your brother.” – Daddy stood aside, looking at us following his directions. As I finally felt a dick enter me again, I moaned, loud and I felt daddy spank me hard on my ass: “Quiet darling. We don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?” – As he said this, he walked behind me, closing my lips with one of his hands, while with the other he took his cock and directed it to me asshole.
“Son, stop moving. Let me get in her tight ass first.” – Daddy said, as I felt another dick enter me.
“Now, slowly.” – Daddy commanded, as the three of us started moving simultaneously, making the most beautiful sound in the world.
As both of them were fucking me, I was squished in between, with no way out. Daddy opened my mouth and put his fingers inside, making me suck. I closed my eyes: as much as it was tiresome and painful, the pleasure was undeniable. I finally had them both where I wanted them and I finally had proof they wanted me too. This was as much loved as I had ever felt and it was more than divine.
All of my holes were taken: Ethan’s cock in my pussy, daddy dick in my ass and his fingers in my mouth was satisfying, fulfilling, and ravishingly beautiful. I felt my orgasm building up, this time it was different: I didn’t know how I would ever be able to release myself as I was completely clenched between these two men who took my body and used is anyway they wanted. As I heard daddy lean in and whispered: “You are such a good girl, sweetlips. It’s rare to find a good girl that’s able to take two cocks at the same time.” – I exploded.
The orgasm was the best I’d ever had. It literally made me dizzy…my ears popped. I was shaking and grasping for air. The feeling was out of this world, completely taking full control of me, it almost felt as I wasn’t there anymore. As I was fighting to get my senses back, I felt daddy stand up, ordering his son to do the same. As they did, daddy left me on my knees on the ground in front of them while both of them jerked off watching me. I felt empowered, wanted and confident as that was one of the best moments in my life. As both of them finally reached their peak, I felt their cum drip on my face as I pulled my tongue out to taste the deliciousness of victory.
After all was said and done, we had to return to the party. Daddy walked away first, as we followed a couple of minutes later. I had to quickly and discretely find a secluded bathroom to clean myself as I was sure I looked horrible. As Ethan went in the ballroom, I walked in the female restroom, which luckily was empty. As I looked in the mirror, except for the wiped off lipstick and a messy, sticky hair, I looked good. I had my purse with me and I quickly reapplied my “sweetlips” lipstick and swept up my hair as best I could. As I looked in the mirror, I noticed there was something different from before: I had the glow of a freshly fucked woman about me, and I loved it!
Chapter 5
The rest of the vacation was quite mellow: we went back on the yacht and we didn’t have the freedom to do what we wanted. I was thankful for having a stepfather and a stepbrother that not only loved me, but didn’t mind sharing me between themselves. I was looking forward to our next encounter, and even more I wasn’t lingering thinking only about daddy, I was constantly imagining what the three of us can do together.
As hard as it was to do what I wanted, while on the yacht, I had to console myself somehow: at least, mom was happy. More often than not, after we’d all say our “goodnights”, Ethan would invite me back on the deck just so we can sit in front of mom and daddy’s cabin and listen to them fuck. At first, it was weird and I didn’t want to have anything with it, but after a week on the boat, it grew to be one of my favorite pastimes. We learned how to sneak out on the deck and walk towards the top window of their cabin. Ethan usually sneaked out a bottle of bubbly, or wine and we would sit right in front of the top window of the cabin, listening. It was surprising to learn that mom and daddy fucked almost every day. She moaned loudly and deeply as I would, hearing him entering her and spanking her. Eventually I realized he was fucking me and my mom the same way. But, I have to admit, he was more ruthless with her. The more Ethan and watched, the more we took advantage of it. A couple of times during the week we actually peaked from the top window to see what position they were in. This ‘peaking and listening’ really started as a game: whoever loses, had to drink a full glass of wine and we enjoyed it. After some time, being stranded on a yacht where it was hard to be fucked, the frustration of listening and watching their naked bodies clash, was overwhelming and it was simply too much.
One thing I noticed though, was that daddy had started to use mom’s scarves and his belts to tie her up. Sometimes, it was only across her eyes, but other nights it was her arms, legs, and mouth too. He was literally subduing her to his will, spanking her with his belts as she would scream in both pain and pleasure. As their sex life had become more dominant, I had seen mom only wanting more. And, this was arousing as hell.
Then one night, as we were both leaned in and watching, daddy was fucking mom from behind and her hands were tied behind her back and he was pulling her hair. The sight, the sounds were so damn arousing and I was wet as hell, watching. I looked up towards Ethan and I saw his cock was out, completely erect. He was holding it in his hand while watching them fuck. I wasn’t even sure if he realized what he was doing.
That moment itself, aroused me. It excited me so much, I felt the wetness drip on my panties. Without saying a word, and without removing my eyes from my stepbrother, I leaned in, lying on the deck, spreading my legs fully in front of him. Ethan was completely mesmerized by what was happening in the cabin below us, he never noticed me touching myself. I was grabbing my tits and pushing two fingers inside me as I was massaging my clit. The sight of him jerking off was weirdly arousing and I was enjoying it. Right before I came, he looked at me and as he did, I saw it in his eyes: without any hesitation, he walked over, leaning completely in me. I felt his dick enter me as I was lying on the deck. He grabbed my feet and tried to push them as far apart as possible. I put one of my hands on my mouth: trying to keep as quiet as possible as we didn’t want to wake up the staff or alarm our parents. I felt him fucking me hard, fighting with the urge to scream, to moan, to yell, but knowing that he mustn’t. It was the sweetest fuck ever: so dirty and filthy. I felt as a whore indulging in my hellish fantasies.
After that night, every single other night that we came to the deck to watch them fuck, was a night of pure masturbation. Since we couldn’t risk getting caught, we would sit one across the other, watching our parents fuck and listening to them, while stealing lustful glances at one
another. I loved watching him touch himself, the way he jerked off his cock, stretching the skin so tight with each stroke, was something I’ve never seen before. Watching the pain and pleasure on his face was rapturous. The ease, the passion, the dedication was a huge turn on. I watched him watch me as I would raise my skirt to fully show him I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I watched him get even harder as I would lick my fingers, grab my boobs and continue towards my pussy: slowly massaging it at first, only to show him how violently hard I was able to push a couple of fingers inside me. And, he loved it. I enjoyed the way his whole body would shake right as he’d cum and it was another level of visual sensations that would push me right towards an orgasm.
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Though naughty and exhilarating, the whole voyeur thing was getting old, too soon, and we had to figure out something else to sustain our sexual high. I would’ve never imagined what Ethan had it in him next. But then again, he is his father’s son. One day, while we were walking around a small Italian village, Ethan sneaked in mommy and daddy’s cabin and stole one of their toys. I knew nothing of it, until that same night when both of us climbed the deck to watch our parents fuck again.
As we were going through our regular routine, I noticed there was a different spark about him tonight. He hadn’t told me a thing, letting me lay down and raise my skirt while he was jerking off. Then, right before I was able to get off, he inched closer to me and took out two different toys: a dildo and a butt plug. I was already surrendered to my arousal and only wanted to cum, as Ethan removed my hands from my pussy, pushing the dildo deep inside me. He never thought about going slow, and the sheer size of it was instantaneously painful, and it made me wince.
“Relax, sis. Let’s have some fun.” – He said, as he rhythmically thrust it deeper and deeper inside me. I put both of my hands around him, and allowed him to watch as I was moving up and down the rubbery toy. Beckoning each stroke, I willed the pain to turn into pleasure. The feeling was good, although it wasn’t the real thing, it was still enjoyable. The most arousing part were Ethan’s eyes: the way he was looking at me, travelling through my face to my pussy and back up again, made me wet. I moaned: a loud sound that we both knew was heard in the cabin below. We both froze as we listened to mom and daddy stop their fuck and focus on the sound. In a second, we gathered our things and I saw Ethan threw out the toys in the sea while we both ran down to our cabins. I laid in bed, lights off and covered with a bed sheet, as I listened to daddy climb the deck and inspect. My heart was racing so fast I was sure it would give me away. Luckily, he didn’t check my cabin and after that, it took me ages to actually fall asleep.
