“But why not?”
“Look, Matt. Don’t think this is about trust or anything like that. It’s not about you. I trust you, okay, and I would tell you if it was anything else. But I can’t tell you.”
“Why not me?” he asked. “What’s the worst that could happen if I found out what was bugging you?”
“The worst?” Chastity asked, laughing. “The worst is you would disown me and never talk to me again.”
“Chastity,” Matt said, stopping, his voice hardening. She turned around and looked at him. They were about three feet apart, and yet she felt miles away from him.
“What?”
“I would never leave you. No matter what you do, what you say, what kind of trouble you get into, I’ll never disown you. I’ll certainly never stop talking to you. You’re my baby girl. You’re my world.”
She couldn’t lie to herself. She felt it right in her chest. But the silly man didn’t know what he was talking about. This wasn’t like, oh, she got knocked up! This wasn’t like oh, she got arrested one night with a bit of Charlie in her purse! This was something much, much bigger… something totally taboo.
“You can talk to me if you want. I’ll listen, and I won’t judge you.”
She laughed. Why was he just spewing platitudes? “You really want to know, Matt? Huh… Daddy?”
He blinked, caught off-guard by that one. “Yes,” he said after a moment. I really do.”
“Okay, well here it is. Brace yourself, father-of-the-year.” She spat the words at him with contempt, and she didn’t know where that was coming from. She hated herself for doing it, but couldn’t control the surge in her emotions.
“I think I’m in love with you. I’m lonely and I’m horny as fuck, and right now, all I want, all I really want? Is for you and Dylan to just fuck me silly. Until I can’t even make a sound anymore, you know?” She titled her head at him, a challenge in her eyes. “That’s what I want. I want to be fucked. By you, and by him.” She pointed back at the cabin. “At the same time.”
She turned then, expecting a deafening silence to envelop then. She took a step away from him, expecting to be shunned by him for having such wrong and lurid thoughts.
But to her great surprise, she felt his arms around her shoulders again, and he spun her around, and he kissed her.
At first the kiss was exploratory, gentle, tender, even. But soon she felt his passion burn through his tongue, and their kissing turned to almost-gnashing, banging teeth and saliva-soaked tongues desperate to somehow devour more of the other.
Chastity’s heart beat ever quicker, and she felt that rumble of lust in her loins, and in her lower abdomen, one that made her knees weak, that made her want to open her legs to the man before her.
Matt’s hands were roaming up and down her back, before taking fistfuls of her meaty ass and squeezing them hard. She yelped, laughing into his mouth, dizzy with excitement, the heady realization that what they were doing was so totally off-limits.
“Oh, God,” she moaned into his mouth, running her hands beneath his shirt across his hard and muscular body. She felt his chest, the ridges of his abdominals, felt it all rise and fall to his equally quick breathing.
“Oh, Daddy,” she hissed as he pulled her tight against him, as she felt the gasp-worthy lump in his crotch. She pulled a hand free from under his t-shirt and cupped him there, feeling his rigidity, his girth.
“I want you inside me,” she breat
hed into his ear as his lips went to her neck, devouring up her sweaty, salt-laced skin. He was grabbing at her tits now, hard, through her t-shirt and bikini top, and her nipples were clearly poking through so that he could pinch them between two fingers and roll them.
She arched her back, like a languid cat stretching in the sun, as he pulled at her t-shirt, over her shoulders, before running a hungry tongue down her armpit, and into her cleavage. It was so intense and intimate she couldn’t help but whimper and moan and sigh as he ravished her body with his hands and mouth, taking from her what he wanted.
And the promise of more only spurred her lust onward and upward.
She pulled apart the velcro that held his swimming shorts together, and they dropped down into a puddle of slightly damp fabric at his feet. She immediately wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft that seemed to spring out, and sucked in air as she felt his girth. Her step-father was fucking hung!
“Oh, wow, Daddy,” she whispered while he worked frantically at the string to her bikini top. Getting it undone, he roughly folded the two cups down so they were against her stomach, exposing her breasts to the warm night air. He clamped his lips around a nipple and sucked on it hard, kneading both of her breasts in unison, biting softly with his teeth, pulling.
She giggled, throwing her head back, running the fingers of her free hand through his hair while she started to pump his turgid length slowly, dragging her thumb across the opening to his cock, feeling there enormous globules of his pre-cum form. He was so hard for her, so wet for her, and that was when he brought his hand down to cup her crotch.
“Daddy!” she breathed, now feeling her own wetness pressed back against her. He quickly found the hardened nub that was her clit through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom and began to rub just above it, light circles, teasing, wide strokes. Chastity’s knees went weaker and wobbled more, and she held onto his neck, kissing him fiercely, losing track of her own stroking of his rigid manhood, lost in the growing, budding sensation she felt right in between her legs. It went inward, like a pressure, and it was all building up inside her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned as he pressed his fingers against her throbbing pearl harder, and he spun her around so that he was behind her, arms wrapped around her, and he greedily pulled aside her bottoms, granting him access to her flower, her folds.
“You’re so wet,” he growled into her ear, licking up the back of her neck to right behind her lobe, sending her hairs standing on end, and goosebumps erupting along the length of her arms. She pushed her head into him, biting her lip and moaning as he rubbed her juices upward from her entrance, lubricating her clit before rubbing it in circles again.