jump.
I felt his hot breath blow across my pussy lips and the muscles in my stomach clenched with anticipation. The first rasp of his tongue across my outer lips sent a shock through my body, then his fingers were spreading my pussy and his tongue flicked across my clit. I nearly shot off the bed and clutched his head, holding on while he lapped my pussy like a cat lapping at a bowl of cream.
My hips bucked up and his tongue stabbed into my hole, dipping and out until my head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Each swipe of his tongue over my clit made my whole body shake. “Oh yes, daddy eat my pussy, it feels so good!”
He sucked on my clit until my pussy clenched and I couldn’t hold back. “God I’m cumming daddy I’m cumming, don’t stop daddy please don’t stop!”
Daddy ate my cunt until I came then he slid his body up along mine, gripping my legs under my knees and pulling them up as his thick cock prodded at my dripping wet hole. I clutched his shoulders and dug my nails into his skin as he rocked his hips, filling my cunt an inch at a time with his hard dick.
“Oh damn Pumpkin your pussy feels so good, so nice and tight and hot.”
He was fully inside of me and I could feel his cock throbbing, he was so much bigger than any other guy I’d been with. I held on tightly to him as he held still, enjoying the feel of my tight young cunt enveloping his meat. Finally he started moving, his hips pumped, sending his cock sliding in and out of me. My back arched, sending his length deeper and soon he was fucking me with a steady rhythm.
“Mmm so nice Candy, that’s right fuck, your daddy baby.”
His words drove me crazy and I bucked up, meeting each of his thrusts. His balls were slapping against my upturned ass and the hair at the base of his dick tickled my shaved cunt lips. My body was covered with a sheen of sweat and my breathing was ragged. I was so light headed from passion I could hardly think. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass, pulling him in tight to me. “Fuck me daddy!” I cried out as I came, my pussy clenched tight around his cock and my body arched, every muscle drawn tight as he pounded away at my dripping slit.
“That’s right baby, cum for daddy. Sweet sugar Candy cum for daddy.”
He was driving into me over and over and finally his cock grew harder and even bigger inside of my cunt and suddenly I could feel his hot bursts of cum filling my hole. He collapsed on top of me and I felt his cock pulling out of me and his hot sticky cum was dripping down the crack of my ass.
When he finally rolled off of me I was too tired to move. He stretched out beside me and pulled the covers up over us both, then he slid one arm under me and pulled me tighter against his side. “You need to be back in your room before your mother wakes up.” He kissed me lightly but I was too tired to do more than nod. As I drifted off all I could think about was how soon could I get daddy to fuck me again?
Discovering Stepbrother’s Secret
“Hey Lindsay, how’s it going?”
I looked up from the couch where I was watching television, to see my brother standing in the doorway.
“Hi Zack, I wasn’t expecting you home this early.”
I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. My brother had just come home from college this past weekend, and before that I hadn’t seen him in over five months. It was nice to see his smiling face again.
“Yeah, Billy had to work, and all my other friends are busy.”
Not only did I miss having him around, I also missed checking out his fantastic body. He went to college on a swimming scholarship, and had the physique to match. Tall and lean, his body was muscular with broad shoulders, but not over the top like a body-builder. Add to that his tousled blonde hair and friendly smile, and he was definitely easy on the eyes. The girls certainly kept him busy his last two years of high school, and I was looking forward to finding out how his social life fared in his freshman year of college.
I wanted to know not only because I was curious about him, but also because I was starting college in the fall, and wanted to know what was ahead of me. Being eighteen and a cheerleader, I had plenty of boys interested in me, but I was looking forward to meeting some older guys at college.
“No old girlfriends to hook up with?” I asked with a grin.
He smiled. “A few have called me, but none were free tonight.”
We had only been brother and sister for three years. Our parents met and got married when we were both in high school — me a freshman and him a sophomore. When he and his mom moved in with me and my dad, it took some getting used to, but I enjoyed watching him grow from a gangly teenager into a handsome young man.
“So it’s just you and me tonight, huh?” I said.
“Yeah, I guess so. Mom and Dad aren’t home?”
I shook my head. “They’re having dinner at Dad’s boss’s house, and they told me they’d be out late.”
He nodded. “That’s cool. You want to watch a movie later?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“I’m going up to my room to relax for a bit, then I’ll be back down. Ok?”
I felt the flutters return to my stomach. I knew what he meant by ‘relax for a bit’, and my pussy twitched warmly as it began to moisten.
“That works for me,” I said, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. “I might rest some myself.”
“Cool. I’ll see you in a little while.” He turned and walked to the stairs, and I watched his sweet ass as he went up.
After a few minutes, I turned off the TV and went up to my room, the buzz of anticipation still churning in my tummy.
One of the perks of living in this house before my brother moved in, was knowing all of its secrets. For example, I knew how to climb the stairs and miss every one of the creaking floorboards.
Another one of the house’s secrets was right in my bedroom closet. My brother’s bedroom was right next to mine, and our closets shared a back wall. But for some reason — I never could figure out if it was intentional — that back wall didn’t reach all the way to the top. There was about a four-inch gap between the top of the wood and the ceiling. Because the wood was a dark maple, this gap was practically invisible.
I had noticed it when I was twelve, but that was back when my Dad and I were living alone, so there was no one using the bedroom next to mine. By the time Zack moved in, I’d forgotten all about it. But one day two years ago I was hanging up some clothes, and I happened to glance up. I stared at the dark line for a moment, forgetting what it was. But then my eyes opened wide as I recalled the gap, and I realize what it meant.
There were a few boxes of books at the bottom of my closet, so I stacked them into a precarious pile and climbed up. The top of my head brushed against the ceiling, and the tip of my nose was right at the top of the wall. Perfect. I could see directly into my brother’s room.
I anxiously waited for my brother to return home from swimming practice. After what seemed like hours, but was only twenty minutes, I heard him come in downstairs. After talking to Mom briefly, he came up to his room. I was already in place, and I watched with wide eyes as he came in and lay on his bed. He grabbed his ipod from his bedside table and put on the headphones.
I thought that's all he was going to do, but five minutes later, he sat up and took the headphones off. He stood and began unbuttoning his jeans, and my breath caught in my throat.
His back was to me, and after he pulled down his zipper, his thumbs hooked into the waistbands of his jeans and boxers, and pushed them down. I almost gasped as his naked ass came into view. It was perfect, just as I imagined it would be.
He stepped out of his pants, and with his back still to me, walked to his dresser. Opening the middle drawer, he reached under the folded shirts to the back, and pulled something out. Turning around, he went back to the bed and tossed the item onto the blanket.
I paid no attention to it, because my eyes were focused on his cock. I stared at it, unable to think. It was huge. It wasn’t even hard, and it was huge. It was slightly swollen, and hung down droopily. The head was full and round, slightly bigger than the shaft. I involuntarily licked my lips as I stared at it.
I had already lost my virginity at that time, but I had only been with two boys. Three, if you count Tommy Sanderson, who I sucked off in the woods at camp the previous summer. I had no complaints about their size, but
