It hurt. It definitely hurt. A lot. But there was also something behind it. Something that made me want him to go on. Once my flesh was expanded, it didn’t hurt nearly as much, but he didn’t stay in one place, but pressed on until he was as deep as he could get.
Then he pulled out, and my entire body fell back in relief. I was panting. Then he put himself back in. I tensed up, expecting a shock of pain, but there was none. I was still tight, and it was still intense, but the pain was almost gone, now that he’d already been inside once. Instead, that other feeling took over.
It was pleasurable. It was definitely pleasurable. As he started to fuck me in the ass, another one of the guys came around the desk to the other side. I felt a hand on my lifted head, and felt myself pulled down until I was lying flat, my head leaned back until it hit the back wall of the desk.
And then the swollen, blunt end of a cock pressed between my lips. The soft head, followed by the hard shaft, ran between my lips and into my mouth. This angle was perfect. Relaxed. The guy started rubbing himself off between my lips, while Jock was now ramming himself into my ass until his hips slammed against it.
I reached back and grabbed the solid butt of the guy who was in my mouth, and pulled him closer, pulling his hips against my face, wrapping my mouth around his cock, his smooth balls against my forehead. They stayed fresh, these guys. Nice.
He fucked my throat for a while, until I felt myself being pulled away from him.
Jock lifted me off the desk again, and held me in his arms. I now got a chance to look into his eyes. Steel gray, but warm and smiling. And hungry.
This time, he had to reach down and pick himself up, as my wet opening was right above him. He put himself between my lower lips again, and fucked me while holding me up by sheer strength. It didn’t even seem difficult for him. All I could see in his face was pleasure, and I know that’s all there was my face as well.
The guy who’d been in my mouth was pleasuring himself at the sight of us now, and the third guy I’d dragged in, a guy with hair that looked like a natural silver, that fell beautifully over his shoulders, now stepped up behind me. He grabbed my legs, while Jock moved his arms to embrace me around the waist, supporting my back, and they held me up together, as Silver made sure my ass didn’t close up again.
I was now hanging in the air by the muscular arms and hard dicks of two young men alone. Two unrealistically beautiful young men at that. If there was an erotic heaven on earth, this had to be it.
The feeling of having both my holes plugged up and rubbed was indescribable. The cocks were practically rubbing against each other inside me, and my entire backside was just radiating with pleasure, vibrating sexily with each passionate thrust from one of the males. Suddenly Silver let go of my legs, making me practically fall onto their dicks. The air was pressed out of me, and then Silver took a step back and fell on his back on the floor, again making my entire weight fall down on his cock, which was already balls deep in my ass.
The air was pressed out me again, no breath having been taken in between. This was followed by a wheezing sound, as the air was slowly sucked into me again, without filling my lungs.
Silver reached up and put his hands on my breasts, pulling me down so that my back rested against his perfectly smooth body, which was slimmer than Jocks’s.
As my back was forcefully straightened, the air found its way back into me, and I gasped, only to find a now familiar cock in my mouth. Above me, eyes of steel were smiling down on me, and then Jock, now having been in all three of my openings, pushed himself into my throat, a sense of strong gentleness permeating even that simple movement.
I welcomed him.
The quiet fellow, who’d I’d decided to call “John”, who since his banishment from my mouth had been taking care of himself, now took Jock’s place between my legs, fitting himself into me and leaning over me, both our weights resting on Silver, who didn’t seem to even register it. He was stronger than he looked.
John was in most physical regards somewhat smaller than Jock, but for all his quietness, he was if possible even bigger, in other ways, and having him inside me truly made me feel like we were physically one. I realized I was now completely filled up. There was not a way into my body that wasn’t filled with beautiful cock.
And boy, did I feel it.
While Silver and John were frantically pounding away, Jock was moving slowly in and out of me. It felt as if no part of me existed, except the openings which were stuffed so tightly.
Those on the other hand, definitely existed. I could feel myself contracting around the men, my body eagerly embracing them, earning moans all around.
They were all now increasing both speed and force, and the orgasm I felt enveloping me was such that I thought I could feel myself losing my mind.
My body radiated a heat of such intensity that I feared I would combust, and my entire body seemed to clench in on itself, and around the cocks inside it.
I threw my head to the side, and saw my son stand in the doorway, just reaching for his bag, that had been standing just behind the door. Our eyes locked. He froze.
“Mom?” he asked no one in particular, at which point I felt a warmth not my own fill me up on all ends.
David’s eyes widened, and he just stared at me in shock, Jock’s warm cum running down the corner of my mouth, John’s dripping down from me on the carpet below.
When my son turned around and ran out, my mind was empty.
It was the only part of me that was.
Chapter 3
When I came home later that night, David had locked himself in his room. After about an hour of knocking, and another hour of just sitting outside his door, calling with no answer, I went to bed.
I didn’t sleep.
The next day, when I could hear him making himself breakfast, I got up.
When I came out into the living room, he froze for a second, but then almost instantly continued moving, trying to look natural, but with a stiffness over it all.
Most of the horror had gone out of his eyes though. This was mostly awkwardness. Awkwardness could be dealt with.
“Hey,” I managed to produce.
“Hey, mom,” he answered, much too quickly and with a cheerfulness so obviously fake it was painful. I could see him cursing himself under his breath, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“So, are you going to ask me about your new dads?” I asked, my face serious, but my eyes laughing.
He spun around, a renewed horror spelled all over his face, but we knew each other well enough for him to need only one look at me before he realised I was joking.
He actually broke into laughter.
“Right, and I guess you’ll want to ask me about your three new daughters as well?”
Now it was my turn to lose all color in my face. Had he seriously..?
I squinted my eyes, studying him. He was stone-faced. Which meant he had something to hide. Which meant he was just trying to unnerve me.
I had to laugh back. “You almost got me there.”
“I know,” he said, smiling.
“Well,” I said, “you pretty much know my night, so how about yours?”
He sat down at the table, and I sat down next to him, and he summed it up for me.
Turns out he had snuck out during the party and accidentally met a girl who’d also managed to sneak out from her initiation, for some fresh air.
As soon as he mentioned her, all sorts of facts started welling out of him, the most important to me as a mother being that her name was Emma, she apparently studied law, didn’t much fancy these kinds of parties, seemed sweet, was very beautiful, and that she, at the end of the night, after hours of talking, had suggested they be roommates in a student-flat, together.
“’It was so hard to find a decent roommate,’” apparently. David seemed to genuinely believe this. Maybe she would be good for him, this girl. She would have to be approved first though, of course.
“When do I get to
meet her?” I asked.
“She’s coming over tomorrow. We’ll study together. I told her you’ll love her, and you totally will!” he almost stumbled over his own words.
I had to smile. My sweet boy.
About two weeks later, they became roommates, and I was alone.
During this time, however, I’d been talking a little to Jock, who it turns out is really called Brad, and who apparently had gotten into St. Thomas through a scholarship, but not in sports, but one earned by exceptional test-scores. His physique he had somehow managed to develop on the side of his studies.
Some people are unfair.
He was also older than I thought. I half assumed the boys had been first-years, but of course the seniors would have been there as well. Jock… I mean Brad, had studied at university for nearly 6 years now, and was in his final year.
After David moved out, Brad started coming by the house, now and again.
Then more and more.
Until eventually, he simply didn’t leave. And I was happy.
It also turns out that John and Silver, whose real names were apparently Robin and Patrick, were friends of Brad’s.
In the months that followed, all of us got close, though Brad had a special place at home, and with me, that nobody could touch.
Occasionally, we all re-enacted the night we’d met, and made new versions of it, but Brad was the only one who was ever allowed to have my full attention, and in between the gangbangs, he and I shared true intimacy, in which we really connected.
Oh, and he got new filters for the coffee-machine.
Yeah, I’m happy.
STORY TEN
Chapter One
“Welcome back daddy.” Leila smiles, kissing her stepfather’s lips with a light smack that leaves a lingering flavour of her cherry chap stick. Dale Schwann was startled, he could taste her sweet soft lips but he kept himself cool and embraced his little eighteen-year-old step-daughter. Leila hugged back, her small breast pressed against his hard chest. She enjoys his touch, feeling a little too hot and drench between her thighs. She breathes slow, containing herself as her pussy throbs and her clit twinge. She pushed her breast further. Her nipples got hard as she deepens the hug.
Dale’s shoulders turn stiff. His huge member was running frantic against his pants yet he remains adamant with the temptation. “Did you miss me much?” He questions in a soft laugh, holding her soft delicate body.
“I would be lying if I said no.” Leila mumbles, burying her face on his neck. Her lips kissed his skin and she inhaled his strong minty scent. Dale tries to hold back his instantaneous hard on and pulled away from the dangerous seduction.
“What’s wrong daddy? Are you hurting?” Leila’s slender fingers cascades on his skin, touching his face softly as she slowly collides her nose with his, feeling their foreheads together. Dale’s eyes darken and his uncontrollable urge arises. The dark thoughts of making her cry while fucking her continuously made his cock too hard. He quietly gulped. His little girl was driving him mad.
“Take care of yourself. You’re supposed to be a famous doctor…” Leila teases in a whisper.
Swiftly, he pushes her away and holds both her shoulders. Leila stifles a laugh, “What’s wrong? Did you have a fight with mom again?”
“No. That would be terrible.”
“Why?”
“You. You make me lose my reasons.”
Seductively, Leila bit the corner of his lips, nibbling on it sweetly and staining his lips with the strong flavour of cherry. Dale feels her soft tasty lips, he licks her flavour more, licking and sucking on her lips until their saliva drips against each other’s mouth, moving and pushing each other’s lips. Dale could taste the cherry and he savours it slow as it mixed with Leila’s saliva and sweet scent.
“Darling I’m home!”
A woman’s voice echoes in the huge mansion yet the kiss of the two becomes deeper and hotter. Their hands gripped each other’s body and soon Leila’s hand clutched for Dale’s hair and jaw. Forcefully, Dale pushed her into the wall, trapping her as he kissed her deeper, making her breath hard as his hands grabs her ass. “Ungh.!”
She reached for his arms, tugging her head a bit to breath but Dale only kissed her roughly. Her thighs squirmed and her chest huffed. She was staining her panty with love fluids and she could feel herself dripping wet as Dale’s cock pressed onto her inner thighs.
“Hmmghhmm…Dad..Mom’s here..” Leila moans between the kiss. Dale gently tugs onto her lower lip, tugging it lightly as he slides his hand under her shirt and grabs her breast, pinching onto her hard-pink nipples that seek attention.
“You want me to stop..?”
“Hmmghh…Yes..”
Dale smiles darkly, he grabs for her wrist and put them up high together. Dominance and lust controlled him. “Lies my darling. You’re fucking pretty mouth and body wants me. Yes?” His mouth was on her breast, making her breath shallow. In a mouthful, he enjoyed her soft breast and sucked her nipples with intense licking. His teeth graze on her peaked nipple and she cringes. He sucked, tugged and nipped with her small breast, squeezing and massaging it with his big hands. It fit everything of his hands and he squeezed harder each time that she lets out a moan and a short cry.
Licking her hard nipples and pinching it slow, Dale pulls away, fondling her breast in a teasing touch, “Do you want daddy to stop baby?”
“Ahnn...Hmmgh.. Oh God, this is so hot... I don’t know daddy...but I feel so fucking hot…” Her body trembled.
Dale’s wet tongue ventures her body, licking the sensitive tender area of her skin; her jaw, her lips, her ear lobes and travelling down to her neck. She shudders and feels his solid member grinding against her pelvis. He grinds his member faster, rubbing friction that makes her body rattle. "Unnngh, daddy… this is bad.." Leila rasped, the frantic friction was changing wildly and it was making her legs shake.
Dale’s hands slide up to her breast. He kneed on her breast passionately. Her pussy was getting wetter. His breath was against her neck and his deep voice sexy and raspy as he sucks and nibbles on her sensitive spot, grunting lowly as he grinded his huge hard cock between her inner thighs. Leila moaned in pleasure. Her daddy’s hard dick that was poking and twitching on her stomach was massive and very warm.
“Dale! Leila dear!” The woman’s voice comes closer. Her footsteps were also getting near.
Suddenly, Dale’s body and his touch towards Leila slowly faded and he whispers against her ear, fixing her shirt temptingly, “Mommy’s here. Playtime’s over.”
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“How’s school?” Katrina asks her daughter. She was inside Leila’s bedroom, combing her daughter’s smooth red hair.
“It’s fine.”
“Good. So, any fine men around you lately?”
“No.”
Katrina’s eyes shot a piercing glare though the mirror and Leila was startled when she saw her gentle mother glaring at her angrily.
“What is it?”
“I know you’re a bright girl Leila. Your mother’s a judge and your father is a doctor. So why are you playing this silly games?”
“What do you mean mom?” Leila’s throat bobbed.
“Aren’t those kiss marks on your neck?”
Leila’s eyes darted fast to the mirror and she checks for the mark. She paused for a minute and looked at her mother, “I got this from a game. It’s nothing.”
“A game!? With who?”
“Oh, you know him very well mom. He’s all I could ask for more.”
“Leila what are you—what’s going on here?” Dale inserts in the conversation. He entered the room naturally and his eyes gaze at Leila. Their eyes locked for seconds before Katrina could notice. Leila’s pussy was throbbing and creaming at the sight of her step-father.
“Dale. Your daughter needs to be disciplined. She needs rules.” Katrina sighs, pointing at Leila’s kiss marks.
Dale looks at the marks on her white neck. He feels the shivers an
d a hard on that starts to bulge in his pants. Immediately he looks away and takes Katrina by the waist, rubbing his wife’s shoulders as he spoke gently, “I will talk to her. Why don’t you go to our bedroom first?”
Katrina was hesitant but she follows Dale’s concern and walked out the room with one last warning look to her eighteen-year-old daughter, “I’m watching you young lady.”
Leila smiled, thinking quietly,
‘Sure you are mom. The problem is…you’re not watching close enough.’
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“Naughty, naughty...” Dale whispers, sitting at a single chair as he watches Leila’s nakedness, kneeling under him. He tugs the belt that wrapped around her white neck as he pulled it towards the side. Leila moaned in a yell, her head was between his manly robust thighs. “Why did you show it to your mother?”
Leila’s eyes looked at Dale lustily and she smirks, “I wanted to daddy…”
“You disobeyed me?”
“Yes…” She purrs, drawing in Dale’s madness. He tightens the belt around her neck and she gasped. “Pleasure me.” He orders.
“Yes daddy…”
Her soft hands stroke his huge cock, gently and hotly feeling his warmth. Slowly and licking it tenderly, she then swallows his shaft, tasting the jerking huge cock in her small mouth. She licks it and swirls her tongue wildly, just around the underside of the cock’s head. Dale sweats, driven with desire. He grunts, pulling the belt further as Leila’s becomes firm with her sucking. She groans, moaning as her breath troubles her, yet she enjoyed the painful sensation. She could feel it on her thighs, fluids, dripping slow as she brushes her face against his muscular thighs. She drooled. Her saliva keeps on wetting and making the blowjob messy as she slobbered all over his lap. She hadn’t removed his cock from her mouth for even a second and she knew Dale felt good and crazy.
"Uhmm..daddy. I'm going to cum…”
Dale groaned, “It feels good darling...but you’re not allowed to cum yet.. Your punishment isn’t over." He says in authority, whispering deeply. Leila’s clit was soaking wet with the thrills.
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