He sighs contentedly, a rare, wide smile on his handsome face.
"Damn, sweetheart, you have no idea how hard it’s been to watch you prance around the house in your underwear and not be able to do anything about it. Till now."
He starts to fuck me. My hands curl around the sides of the chaise as I gaze up into my late aunt’s former husband’s eyes. His pubic bone hits my clit just right with each thrust. My mind can’t quite reconcile the pleasure I feel with the man who’s giving it to me. Still, I can’t stop rising to meet him, gritting my teeth as the pressure in my pussy mounts.
Mark and Eric stand close by, watching my tits bounce and Dax pounding into me. John is still by the table, but even he can’t take his eyes off the spectacle. Knowing they’re watching me and Dax fuck turns me on far more than it should.
"You like my fat cock tearing up your little pussy?" Dax rasps.
Yes, I love it. I can't fucking believe it, but I love it. Being fucked by my dad's friends was exciting, but taking Dax's big, hard cock in my already tender pussy is even better. It’s so good, I can't hardly stand it. So good, I think I'm going to come.
"Oh, God,” I moan. “Dax, don't stop. Don't stop!"
He grinds his pelvis against me, pushing his cock as deep as it will go, putting more and more pressure on my clit. My pussy clamps down and then ripples around him. I'm coming. I'm coming so hard, I can feel it in my asshole, in my lower back. In my entire fucking body.
Dax shouts, lifting my knees and forcing my thighs to meet my torso. He puts all his force, into burying his cock deep inside me. I feel his dick throb, pumping spurt after spurt of cum into my pussy, filling me up with his tough love.
A moment later, he pulls out, and Eric and Mark both crane their necks to see between my legs.
“Now that’s a delicious creampie,” says Mark.
“Seriously,” says Eric. “Fucking impressive.”
Dax stretches, his body gleaming in the sun, then walks straight over to the pool and dives in. Mark and Eric exchange glances, then jump in after him. They swim and splash each other like a bunch of rowdy kids who have just gotten away with something major.
I can’t help laughing.
I feel a tap on my shoulder. John.
“Come on, kiddo,” he says. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the steps so I don’t have to attempt the ladder on unsteady legs. As soon as I step into the water, Eric, Mark and Dax all swim over to me. The four of them take turns washing me, their touch both delicate and exploratory, their smiles kind. As soon as they’re finished, we all climb out and dry off.
“So,” I say, when we’re all settled around the glass table with beers and empty plates that had just recently held grilled meat and veggies. “Next time you all have a guys’ night, can I come?”
Dax pats my knee. “Depends. Are you going to be a good girl and do as we say, without giving us any trouble?"
I pretend to consider his question. “Will my future punishments be as fun and satisfying as this one?"
"Parade your goods out in public again and you'll find out,” he says.
“Well, in that case...” I stand and drop my towel. “How’s this for a parade?”
I prance in a slow circle around the table, touching each man’s shoulder as I go. The four of them exchange glances, their eyes going dark.
"Oh, sweetheart." Dax grins. "Now you're really gonna get it."
Breaking and Entering
“Fuck...” I press the head of the vibrating wand firmly against my clit. “Oh, God...”
The garage door drones open. My pussy tightens. The door opening means my stepdad is home.
A little trill of fear ripples through me alongside the pleasure. I should stop before he hears me. But I’m so close to coming. So close to reaching that forbidden point in my fantasy. The place I only let myself go to when nothing else will get me off.
I close my eyes and imagine strong, forceful hands on my body, a hungry mouth sucking on my breasts. I turn up the intensity on the vibrator and rub myself harder, fighting to come before Marcus enters the house.
The kitchen door squeals open. My breath catches. I hear footsteps in the foyer and then on the stairs. My inner muscles flutter. Almost there. I imagine hands wrenching my legs apart, a hot tongue lapping at my clit.