It was wrong, but nothing felt more right in that moment, and she squeezed her pussy, coaxing her brother deeper inside. She submitted to them, to herself, and she felt free.
That extra little clench was more than her brother could handle, and Rob cried out abruptly, his thrusts growing erratic as he pumped into her hard and fast. She could feel his dick swell and throb, and he impaled her upon his shaft one final time as he unleashed his own load, adding that young, virile seed to the creamy spunk their father had already released in her.
He was so unrestrained, so wanton, bucking and writing atop her as he shuddered in climax, while the entire time her father took his time, plucked his slick, saliva coated-dick from her mouth and then placed his balls upon her lips in its place.
So wrong. Yet her lips and tongue didn’t stop their lapping, their licking, their lewd little suckling sounds punctuating the air. Her stomach turned, some part of her so repulsed, but it was a dim flicker by how much joy she was getting from those tender, loving, forbidden touches.
That should’ve been it, the two men should’ve had their fill. Yet when her brother, panting and throbbing within her, pulled out and slipped to her side, her father pulled away and climbed back atop her.
His thick, veiny dick stretched her back open as he laid down, pressing his chest against her sweating tits, mashing her down beneath him as he kissed her in a deeply satisfied passion. Her brother was still suckling at her neck as the two men fondled her.
This time her father’s thrusts were slow, but no less lustful. The two men couldn’t help themselves, they needed her, needed her bad. And when her father pulled back from her lips he met her eyes and smiled, even as so much of that thick seed drooled out of her cunt, her bikini pressed to the side of her dad’s dick.
“God baby… you did so good,” he said with such loving approval. “Rob and me are gonna make you such a happy, lucky lil’ queen of our isle,” he promised.
And her brother affirmed, murmuring into her ear as he fondled a tit and grinded his dick to her toned leg as their father humped into her cunt. “I wanna fuck you so much, sis. Every day. Again and again.”
She couldn’t meet their eyes. Not then, not when her own need burned beneath them so brightly.
Come morning, they’d all pretend this never happened. Go back to normal.
Or so she told herself.
Angel was exhausted, fucked in the middle of the night by two savage, primal, heedless men. They left her shiny with perspiration and the cool air tickled at her skin.
She licked her lips free of the taste of cum as she inhaled sharply through her nose, exhaling with a small, secretive moan.
As the two men positioned her around, lifting her up onto her hands and knees, she knew it would be a long night. Though by the end she’d be too exhausted to feel anything but bliss.
16
Fill Me Up!
By Saffron Daughter
I was furious, and disappointed. I had been stood up! Me! I don’t say that with a big head, but I thought Ben was a nice boy, even if he wasn’t the best looking, or the biggest. I could have been on a date with Trey, or with Daniel, two football stars at the university, but I had opted to go out with Ben.
Because, I had thought, he was a nice boy.
But here I was, seated at the restaurant, and it was thirty minutes gone the time we were supposed to meet. The rat fucker had stood me up!
“Excuse me,” I said to the waiter. “I’m afraid that I need to leave without ordering.”
The waiter, perhaps in his early thirties and with the grey shade of indifference so many get in the service industry, merely nodded. “Of course,” he said, before a tiny sliver of life sparked in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” I said, waving my hand aimlessly. I was a little embarrassed, a little stung. A girl like me simply didn’t get stood up by a boy like Ben.
I sighed as I wave down a cab, and once in, I put down my clutch on the seat next to me. I couldn’t wait to just get home, and get out of these clothes that were too tight, and out of my heels. All that trouble, and for what?
Staring out of the window, it wasn’t long until the taxi arrived at my house. Well, technically it wasn’t my house. I just lived there. The house belonged to Matthew, my father.
No, that was also not true, technically. Matthew was my step-father, but it really wasn’t all that different, I imagined. My real dad walked out on us when we were young, and back then I used to blame him. But when Mum remarried Matthew, they ended up becoming estranged.
As I got older, I started to realize that, actually, Mum was just an abusive person, but strangely only to men. Looking through old photo albums she kept in the dusty attic, I saw loads of men she’d been with, and she had admitted to me in a moment of drunken honesty that she’d scared them all off.
Like my real dad, who really was a prick for never coming back to visit.
And like Matthew, who really wasn’t, a prick, who was a sweet, charming, and handsome man with a body made of chiseled stone.