by Angel Honey
“I heard the rumors in school, sis. I know you were up close and personal with a lot of dicks.”
“Yeah, but I never let any of them actually fuck me,” I said.
“Are you serious?”
“I didn’t want them.”
“Why do you want Dad?”
“He has the best cock I’ve ever seen.” Embarrassment colored my cheeks, but I wanted to be straight with him so he understood that Dad wasn’t the one who’d initiated. “I just want it in me. I guess he wants to put it in my butt, so…we’re going to.”
“You’re cherry in both holes?” Jeremy looked shocked.
“Yes,” I said. “Dad won’t fuck my pussy. I wish he would, but…”
“Don’t hate me, sis.”
“For what?”
“This.” My big brother reached down and unzipped his jeans, pulling out an erection that looked just like Dad’s. If anything, it was a little bigger. The top was already wet with precum. “From the second I came in and saw your wet, pink pussy, I’ve been hard as a rock.”
My mouth watered and reached up to peck Jeremy on the cheek. “We can’t have that, can we?”
His eyes lit up when I bent down to skate my tongue across the moisture that beaded on his thick cockhead. My brother’s cum tasted smoky and masculine, salty like the sea, and I wanted more of it. Using my hand to wrap around the base of his cock, I took the head in my mouth and sucked hard. His hips lifted, so I did it again.
A laugh from the entryway caught our attention and I stopped, my lips full of cock.
“I guess slut wasn’t too bad a nickname, eh Dani girl?” Dad looked at me with laughter in his eyes.
“Like father, like son,” said Jeremy.
“I have an idea,” I said, pulling my mouth from Jeremy’s throbbing pole with a smacking sound.
“What’s that?” Dad sat on my other side and guided my mouth to his erection. He tasted similar, a little darker, and I smiled against his cockhead, smearing my lips with cum.
“What if you fuck me in the ass while Jeremy pops my cherry in the front?”
“Fuck, yes,” said Jeremy, nodding his head. Dad thought about it for a moment, then sighed.
“I’m so glad your mother is out of town.”
Two Cherries at Once
Dad dragged out one of the armless chairs we use for holidays and Jeremy was sitting in it, his erection sticking up at me. Getting over it, I kissed him on the lips. Spreading my legs farther apart, trying to give him more access to my swollen, wet pussy, I kept my mouth on his. I loved the minty flavor of his breath, the way his hesitant kisses turned bold. My flesh tingled with anticipation when his hot, pulsing cockhead made contact with my virgin hole and he bucked his hips just a little.
“Come on,” my brother said, his tone strained, “I need you to go farther.”
“Okay, big brother.”
“Good little tease.” His hands were heavy on my hips and each finger dug into my pale, soft skin. The feeling of him holding onto me was pushing endorphins through my pleasure-drunk veins. Heat raced along with the edgy sensation. I wanted it so much, but my knees were still shaking.
“Fuck her now or get out of the way.” My Dad’s voice broke into my thoughts and I felt his thick finger slide down my ass crack, spreading cool lube between my heated cheeks. “If you can’t pop her cherry, let someone else fuck the slut.”
“Believe me,” Jeremy said, “I’m more than ready to pop this bitch.” He’d noticed how my pussy got wetter when he called me dirty names. I wiggled my hips, sliding my cunt up and down his shaft before he grabbed me and thrust in the first little bit.
“Fuck, Dani,” he said, meeting my eyes. “I never thought I’d take my little sister’s virginity.”
His bulging erection stretched out my little hole as he entered me. When his head met the fragile barrier of my virginity, he took a deep breath.
“I love you, big brother,” I said, wanting him to thrust into me fully.
“I love you too, slut.” Jeremy forced down my hips, impaling me on his throbbing member.
“Oh, god,” I said. I wanted this, but his cock was so thick, so long, and my little passage was stretched out around it. “I just need a minute.”
“Bend forward,” said Dad, pushing my head against Jeremy’s shoulder. I felt my pussy spasm at the contact. “I need more room.”
Before my brother even started to thrust inside me, Dad was pushing his way through the tight, pink ring of muscle between my ass cheeks. I clenched my teeth against Jeremy’s shoulder, closing my eyes tight. Though the lube helped ease Dad’s passage into my ass, it was slow going. Each inch he shoved into me burned.
When Jeremy dropped his hand down to play with my clit, dragging my moisture over the small point of fire, I smiled gratefully. The pleasure his fingers gave me helped me take deep breaths and find my center while Dad continued his inexorable thrust into my tight asshole.
“Fuck, you have the tightest little ass I’ve ever fucked,” Dad said, his voice rough against my ear. Shivers rocked me as I felt their cocks rub each other as we all adjusted to our position. I was so full. It was like all the space in my body was taken up by my father and brother’s cocks.
“She has a tight, soaking pussy, too. A perfect little slut,” my brother said, moving my head so that he could kiss my lips again. As his tongue stroked the seam of my mouth, he eased his cock in and out of my pussy. The pain that had been there in the beginning had eased.
“Don’t move again,” Dad warned. He dug his fingers into my hips. “Trust me,” he said to Jeremy. Then he pulled out of my ass and slammed back in.
I yelped, but he didn’t slow down. Jeremy’s eyes rolled back as Dad continued relentlessly thrusting into my asshole, forcing my cunt to clench and slide along my brother’s cock. The harder he ground his cock into me from behind, the harder Jeremy’s breathing became as my swollen tits rubbed against his chest.
“I’m going to cum soon,” Jeremy said.
“Not yet,” Dad said, taking my hair in his hand and pulling back my head. Jeremy used the new access to my throat to lick and suck on my pulse point. Then he ran his tongue down to my tits and drew it over my erect nipples. I whimpered as his hot mouth raced over my skin.
“Are you using protection, slut?”
“No, Daddy. I wasn’t having sex at school.” Even the reminder that this wasn’t safe wasn’t enough to dampen my lust. I wanted their huge cocks spearing me, in me, stretching me for the rest of my life. There was no feeling like this. Oral sex, masturbation, even playing with a vibrator was second hat now. For the rest of my life, I would look back on this as my sexual awakening.
“Are you scared that your brother might get you pregnant?” When Dad spoke the words, I felt Jeremy’s thick cock grow even harder in me. It twitched as he realized that he was going to shoot cum into my fertile, unprotected womb.
“Fuck, little sister,” Jeremy groaned, starting to move his own hips. “When I cum, I’m going to fill you up.”
“You don’t have to,” I said in a weak, whispery voice. I couldn’t focus on what they were saying. The sensation of their cocks in my body was too much and I was too close to another orgasm. “You could pull out. Cum on my tits.”
“Do you want that?” His voice gentled.
“No,” I admitted. “Fill your slutty little sister up with your sperm.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he said. His hands joined Dad’s on my hips and they both shafted me relentlessly. While Jeremy sucked on my nipples, Dad bit my neck, gentle, and then kissed it. I shivered in their embrace.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I warned them, and they started moving faster. Harder. Pounding my pussy and ass until everything was sensation and I was almost completely lost. “Oh god, Dad. Big brother. Don’t stop fucking me. Please. I can’t…ooooooh.” The orgasm ripped through me like molten lava. My entire body shook and shivered as they continued fucking my holes.
“Her pussy is so fuc
king tight,” Jeremy said. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Cum in our slut, then,” Dad said, reaming my ass harder and harder. I bit down on Jeremy’s shoulder as the orgasm subsided and felt him blast my unprotected womb with semen.
“Oh god, little sister,” he said. “Oh fuck.”
Dad took his cue and started to cum. Ropes of hot, thick cum shot from him and filled my ass. I gasped at the heat of it, the slide of it around his cock as he continued thrusting into me. When he pulled out, I collapsed against Jeremy, our bodies still close together.
Dad picked me up and laid me down on the couch, cuddling against me. Jeremy came over and took my other side. Reaching between my legs, I ran my fingers over my fucked, swollen flesh where all our juices mingled together. With a smile, I licked my finger.
“We taste good,” I said.
“You taste amazing,” Dad replied, kissing my hair.
“I want to find out next time,” Jeremy said. I loved the scent of his cologne.
“Maybe you can come over to the dorm some night,” I said. “Even my roommates will understand if I want some time alone with my big brother.” I turned to smile at Dad. “Or my father.”
We all laid together as their cum slipped out of me, running down my legs. I was already looking forward to having their big, hard shafts in me again. Eventually, I knew, Dad would break down and fuck my pussy. Maybe after Jeremy told him just how tight it was…
End
PUNISH THE BRAT is about a girl who makes two mistakes: she flirts with a guy at work and breaks some stock. Since her stepdaddy is the owner of the store, he decides to punish her. Then he decides that he wants to stuff her virgin holes, too! Expect punishment, name calling and very explicit sex.
All characters in this story are over 18 and not blood related. Any resemblance to you, people you know, and anyone else (alive or dead) is definitely a coincidence.
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He smiled at me and reached for my hand, pulling me off the floor. “Here, you need to clean up.” Pushing a towel into my palm, he guided my hand between my legs and dragged the rough terrycloth over my wet, used pussy. Even after my stepfather’s cum was decorating the white towel, I could still feel it oozing between my legs, slicking my thighs with the sperm he’d left inside me.
“That was the best fuck of my life.” He slid his fingers through the blinds and looked out at the store. “We’re not going to tell your mother, are we?”
I shook my head. My pussy was sore and swollen; I could feel it with each step I took across the floor to gather my discarded clothes. I’d wanted Daddy’s cock and I’d gotten every single inch of it shoved into my virgin pussy. When I first started teasing him, I didn’t know just how much I’d end up getting.
“Daddy,” I asked, sliding my bra over my reddened tits, “do I have to go back to work?”
He walked over and swatted my ass. I was sure there’d be a red handprint on one of my pale globes. “Of course you do,” he said. “College isn’t free.”
I turned and looked at him, pouting my lips. Pressing closer, I slid my hand down his chest and gripped his cock, felt it stir in my hand. “How about a raise?”
“If you earn it,” he said, his eyes glittering with lust.
Teasing Daddy
“Check this out,” I said, bounding over and throwing myself on my stepfather’s lap. He made a grunt of protest when I landed on him, but he didn’t force me away. Daddy had been letting me sit on his lap for years, but ever since I finished school and started preparing for college, he’s been a lot more stiff when I do.
“What is it?” I settled back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, closing his big, strong hands over the course catalog.
“They offer business management classes without requisites,” I told him, pointing at the BUS 101 class listing. “I can take it my first semester.”
“That’s great,” he said, and I could tell he meant it. Daddy bought a grocery store that was going out of business a few years ago and now it makes a ton of money. He’s a really good parent, though, because he always insisted that I work for the store. “No daughter of mine is going to get everything for free,” he’d said when I asked for tuition money. I wasn’t happy about spending my summer working, but I respected him.
I more than respected him.
My mom ran off with the guy who delivered our papers a few months ago, and Dad’s been really depressed since she did. I mean, I guess I understand it. She’s definitely a catch. I look a lot like her—long blonde hair, perky tits and a soft, tanned skin. I remember when they first got together how he was so in love with her. But she came back when she realized that Dad’s money is better than the newspaper guy’s poetry, so…
Even though he isn’t my real Dad, I was totally on his side. Mom is a bitch for taking off and leaving both of us. He came in to my room to let me know she was gone and told me not to worry. He was going to take care of me. I’d just turned 18, so it was a relief to know I wasn’t going to have to go work full time at some box store just so I could make it to college.
It was weird, because he and I didn’t get along at first. I guess no one wants to raise a sullen teen when they have a stone cold hottie like my Mom in bed. Dad actually told her that he wasn’t sure he wanted to marry someone with a daughter—and you can bet she told me that, like it was my fault she got knocked up as a teenager. I just looked at her and took a long drink from my water bottle, then looked away.
My lack of response lost me a ride to gymnastics that day.
“So do you think I should take it?”
“Of course you should,” he said. “Who’s going to take over the grocery store if you don’t ‘get some business training?”
Not that again. The last thing I wanted was to take over the stupid grocery store—but I loved my Dad too much to let him down.
Too much.
I mean really too much. Like it would shock him to know that I rubbed my clit at night, spreading moisture over the little pink pearl, while I thought about him. In my fantasies, I dropped to my knees and ignored his shocked look, pulling out his fat erection and sucking it down like candy. I’d moan and shove a finger into my soaked, tight hole and imagine that Dad was just on the other side of the wall, listening to me fuck myself while I thought of him.
Of course, he wasn’t. He never looked at me awkwardly in the morning or asked if I’d slept well. Daddy would wait for me with a fresh cup of coffee and tell me to hurry and get ready for work. Then Mom came home and the pleasant mornings stopped. Instead, I’d come in to see Mom sitting on Dad’s lap, trying to win back his favor.
I guess she wanted a new car.
I just wanted her to leave again.
Spilled Milk
So one day I’m in the back helping one of the vendors unload a truck. I don’t usually do it, because I’m pretty small and I’m not great at lifting boxes, but a local supermarket was having a protest and we had more customers, which meant more deliveries. I tried to pick up one of the soda cases, but I set it right back down with a thump.
“Sorry,” I said to the cola man. “I just can’t seem to get it in.”
He laughed, “I bet.” I blushed, because I hadn’t meant it like that, and his gaze went up and down my body, pausing for a moment on my jiggling tits. I cut out the laughter right away, but he licked his lips and winked before he brushed by me and took the case in.
The cola guy was really cute. I was usually at the front, so I’d never noticed it before—but he might do for a summer distraction. My boyfriend dumped me a few months ago because I didn’t want to give it up to him, and I was looking to hand out my v-card to a real man. I figured there was no point in taking off for college with unplumbed depths.
See, I’ve always loved the idea of sex, but I could never really make myself want to do it. My boyfriend was sweet and cute before he dumpe
d me and hooked up with that fat cheerleader, but he kissed like a puppy dog: all tongue, no passion.
I sighed and slumped back against the wall, watching the cola vendor set up his stock. He looked back at my again, his eyes traveling up my legs in the jean skirt and his eyebrows raising in approval. He liked what he saw. Good. Maybe I’d have a date after work.
As I’d predicted, he made his way over and put his hand on the wall behind me, leaning in. His breath smelled like cool mint on my face when he spoke. “What time do you punch out, sexy?”
“Around four,” I told him, pushing my long hair back over my shoulder. Since my work smock was unbuttoned, I knew he could see the shadow of my cleavage in the white tank top I wore underneath. Technically, tank tops were against the dress code—but it was too damn hot to wear long sleeved button downs under the cheap smocks.
“Want to grab a drink or something?”
“Or something. Unless that drink is very, very icy.”
“Cool,” he said. He wasn’t much older than me, and his casual manner and obvious nerves killed a bit of my interest. Still, it was almost time to move into the dorms and he was better than nothing. So when he leaned in for a kiss, I smiled and closed my eyes.
But he didn’t make contact.
I felt a rush of air as his body was yanked back, and when I opened my eyes, Dad had him by the scruff of his shirt.
“What are you doing to my daughter?”
“Your daughter?” The vendor looked horrified.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m 18, Daddy. You can’t get mad at a guy for trying to kiss me.”
“Get the fuck out,” he said to the cola vendor. The guy nodded and backed out of the store, almost tripping off the loading dock. Horrified, I jumped backward and slammed into a palate of milk jugs that had been pushed against the wall, ready to be loaded into the cold cases.
“No,” said Dad, pushing passed me to steady it. It was too late though. The jugs hit the floor and some came apart. The cold, creamy mess spilled over the hard concrete and Dad turned to me with anger in his eyes.
