I heard him sometimes in the bathroom or in his room late at night tugging on that dick of his, sometimes saying my mom’s name, and sometimes calling out “Liz” instead. I couldn’t believe it the first time I stumbled across him, but I understood. I was a little over twenty at that time, and one of the horniest girls you’ve ever known. Problem is though, I was so shy and so lacking in self-confidence that I’d never let a boy give me a good hard fucking. I’d done oral a few times, and one guy had gone down on me badly twice, stuck a finger or two in me and fumbled around a little, but nothing serious. I wanted it so, so bad, but I just could never go that one last step. I guess part of it is that of the boys I brought home or met out somewhere, none of them ever stacked up to my daddy, Peter.
I’d listen to him in the bathroom. Close my eyes. Imagine what his cock looked like, what he looked like without any clothes on, and what having him split my pussy open would feel like. If I really concentrated, I heard his hand moving up and down his dick – that smooth rubbing sound. When he came, he always sucked air in through his teeth in a hiss. Then he’d grunt and sigh. I liked to pretend that while I was out in the hall with my fingers buried in my soaking wet, aching-for-him slit, that he imagined me underneath him, my legs pushed back so my knees were near my head, and he was so deep inside me that his balls slapped against my asshole every time he pumped.
When I listened to him grunt out those orgasms and sigh, I grinded the palm of my hand hard on my clit, made myself cum just when he did. I’d drive my fingers deep and try to envision him spurting inside me, his jizz dripping down the walls of my cunt and out on to the sheets.
Sometimes he went for a second round immediately after the first. When he did that, I’d keep going too. My thoughts made it so that he used his own cum to lube me up again and fuck me so hard, and so fast that when he grinded into me again, his balls sticky and hot from a mix of his cum and my pussy juice, he wouldn’t be able to take it for more than a second before he had to flip me over and take me from behind so he could get as deep as possible and fill me up with another gush.
Bonus Material: His Four Daddies
In this on-going best-selling series, enjoy rough taboo gangbangs – always with a twist of humor on the side. (Coming soon in Audio format!)
Erik's mom had a string of unsuccessful marriages when he was an impressionable teenager. Now that he's in college and out of the closet, he has begun to fantasize about his four step daddies. One evening he gets a phone call from Brian - one of his step dads. Brian invites Erik to a poker game with a few guest players. Is Erik ready to make his fantasy a reality?
Warning: This 4300+ word erotic sizzler features a five-man taboo gangbang, four step dads, one naughty step son, spanking, explicit oral and anal sex, a double anal penetration and one serious facial!
Excerpt:
Michael gave my neck one last squeeze, making sure it was hard enough to hurt.
“Pull down those pants. Let your daddies see what you’ve got in there.” He tugged my waistband to make sure I understood. My cock was already so hard that it was a little difficult to get my zipper down. As soon as I managed to get it over my bulge and got my pants down a little, it sprang up, out of the hard denim prison, and pointed straight ahead; right at the only current step-dad in the room, Kevin.
They all just stared for a moment before Kevin spoke.
“Take off his clothes, little boy.” He pointed behind me, to Michael. “First his shirt. Unbutton it slowly. Bite his nipples, and then suck his cock. I want to see it slide in and out of those slim little lips of yours.”
A crooked smile crept across my face and my hand trembled slightly as I turned and started to unbutton daddy Michael’s tight-fitting dress shirt. The way the fabric stretched over his muscles made me breathe a little harder with each popped button. He was clean shaven underneath and beautifully tanned. I did just as I was told. I slipped the shirt over his shoulders, down his forearms and off. I kissed his chest, softly, trailing my tongue in circles.
“No.” Brian said, firmly.
“Your dad said bite him. Then suck his cock. Do it now or I’m giving you some of this.” I heard a thwip as he yanked his thick leather belt through the loops on his pants and a thwack when he slapped it against his palm. Honestly, I wanted to be bad. I loved being spanked, and for my step-dad Brian to do it, well...
Bonus Material: Bred by the Beastmen
If reluctant breeding sex with a story tickles your fancy, this story of a lost civilization fighting to save itself from extinction may be just the thing!
When TV show host Gina Templeton gets a hot tip about a group of never-before-filmed beastmen living deep in an uncharted forest, she jumps at the chance to break the story. However, as soon as she and her team arrive on location, their guide reveals that in all the years he’s known about the wild men, he’s never seen a female. Will Gina be able to keep her femininity concealed, or will the gorgeous, muscular, terrifying men of the forest figure her out?
Warning: This 5300+ word erotic short story features a group halfway between man and beast, a woman bound, a forced gangbang, reluctant breeding, explicit oral and vaginal sex, anal play, a terrified cameraman, an alpha that towers above the rest of the beastmen, and a woman who is far more important than she realizes.
Excerpt:
A hand around my ankle, powerful and callused, yanked me backwards from my hiding place and into the air. Dangling there, upside down, my khaki hiking shirt fell to my chin. I tried to push it back up, but as soon as I did, another of the monstrous men snatched my hand and held my wrist.
My first instinct was to scream. To kick, bite, howl and run.
My second instinct was to let them fuck me.
Those feelings from earlier – the heat that rose from the base of my spine as I watched them wrestle – came flooding back. I writhed and twisted, partially because I wanted to get away, and partially because I wanted the savage wild men to think I was fighting.
Maybe if they think I want to run, they’ll hold me down, tie me up, something.
A fist shot out in no particular direction as I thrashed, and thumped against a hard, drawn jaw. What seemed to be a real hay-maker on my end barely fazed the muscular creature who just smiled back, the moonlight glinting off his muscled chest.
Breath caught in my chest as the one holding me aloft shook his silvery hair and let is settle around his shoulders. His high cheekbones and full lips, drenched in shadow but still plainly visible, took me aback. The light dusting of hair over the lower half of his face was less beard and more fur, but even still, I could not take my eyes off him. Something about his severe, powerful face made me yearn for him – ache for him to fill me with his...
And that was the first time I looked down.
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