Stepbrother Desire (Erotica)

“Don’t think I’m not going to be enjoying this delicious pussy of yours,” he said, diving his tongue deeply into her meaty trough.

“Gufffgh,” she said, his cock back in her mouth and her head bobbing fiercely up and down. She’d clearly been telling the truth about being aroused all night as he could readily taste her delicious flavor as he slurped and sucked on her, his tongue punishing her clit and lips again and again as she writhed on top of him, forgetting to suck his cock several times in the process.

Not a minute later, she was whimpering and groaning, grinding her pussy again and again against his lips and mouth, her cries emphatic and loud.

Seconds later, she gasped again, but didn’t collapse as he’d expected. Sliding off of him, she dragged him from the bed and turned to take the place that he’d been laying in.

Moving over the top as she spread her legs, he mounted her quickly and thrust easily into her drenched hole.

“Fuck… Mr. Thomas,” she whispered. “Fuck me. Take me.”

Her pussy was making rude sloshing noises, her yelping punctuating the wet slaps. Another orgasm for the young woman came, and she clutched desperately at him. Focusing on nothing but her, he drowned out the rest of the room, thinking only about this young woman and her incredible mouth and pussy. Her cries of pleasure and encouragement were so delicious to hear, it made him clutch at her tighter, fuck her harder, kiss her more fiercely.

She kept whispering for him to take her and calling him Mr. Thomas. “I’ve been a bad student, Mr. Thomas. Fucking punish me.”

He felt his orgasm building and knew he better hold off, knowing that Kara would definitely expect it.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” she whimpered, drawing his gaze to her eyes as he saw the almost desperate, panicked look there. “Fuck… this… is gonna be… so… big…” she whimpered, her face growing more desperate and scared looking.

“You’re a bad fucking girl,” he said fiercely, whispering it into her ear.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she managed to squeak out, her head and neck going stiff as he continued to hammer down into her, punishing her pussy with slamming strokes downward.

A great gasp followed, and she cried out, her pussy clenching his thrusting spear ferociously, her arms pulling him hard down to her and clutching at him tight.

He groaned, feeling his orgasm draw close as he closed his eyes in an attempt to try and stave it off.

Several seconds of silence followed and she gasped again, her pussy contracting in another wave. He ventured another thrust, and she whimpered, nodding at him. Grinning, he began to pump harder, though not nearly as rough as before.

Her orgasm seemed to take on a new life, and she made unintelligible noises several times as she shook, her pussy squirting hard and drenching his crotch and the bed. His cock thrust into her sloppy cunt, still frighteningly hard but entering easily, drawing another cry and spurt of liquid.

Determination set in then, and once he’d felt his orgasm abate, he gripped her hips and started fucking her again, hard and fast. The poor girl was off on another plane of existence somewhere, her arms splayed out at odd angles, her legs flattened to the bed and her pussy an absolute gooey mess of convulsions and squirting noises.

Finally, he knew he had to stop her, or he might actually give her a heart attack, and slowed down to let her recover.

Sliding off, he stood next to the bed and surveyed the damage while trying to catch his breath. Kelly, Danielle, and Kara were all laying on the bed together, amused smiles on their faces. They’d been watching them, and he hadn’t noticed.

Chuckling, he shook his head and looked back down at Stacy. She was still writhing and shaking in the same place.

“I’m a bad girl too,” his wife said. Looking over, he raised a single eyebrow at her and saw her amused grin.

“Totally bad, and so am I,” Kara agreed.

“I’m the worst,” Danielle agreed, actually standing and coming around the bed to where he was.

He laughed in defeat and gave both Kara and Kelly an amused, but affectionate look.

“You should have saved your load for Kara,” Kelly admonished him as Danielle moved to cradle Stacy’s head and softly run her fingers across her chest.

“Gosh, Daddy, I think you broke her,” Danielle said with a giggle.

He glanced back down and saw that Stacy was still looking like she’d lost her mind and grew a little concerned. Leaning over, he brushed his fingers over her cheek, and she responded with gentle moan and pressed her cheek into his hands.

“She’s going to be fine,” he said, winking at Danielle. “Just give her a few minutes.”

Danielle nodded as he turned and looked at Kelly and Kara, both having turned to kiss each other for a moment while he’d been distracted.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

“I did save it for her,” he said, standing and starting to move around.

Kara giggled and moved to where she was leaning back against Kelly, his wife’s hands fondling and stroking her breasts as he slid in between their girlfriend’s thighs.

“I can’t believe your still up for more after all the times yesterday,” Kara said.

“Well, shit like this happens when you live with horny women and even more show up in the morning sucking your dick.”

The two giggled and he gripped his meaty shaft, positioning it correctly and easily thrusting in. He felt her wetness and looked at her suspiciously.

“We’ve been up for a while,” Kelly said with an affectionate squeeze and pull of both of Kara’s sensitive nipples. “I was up using the bathroom when I heard Stacy and Danielle giggling in the kitchen. Kara did too, and we ended up in a pile on the living room floor.”

He chuckled. “I’m surprised I didn’t hear all the moaning.”

“Well, you were pretty tired from all that working out yesterday,” Kara pointed out. “We’ve had enough orgasms today, so chop chop,” she said, snapping her fingers at him. “Get that baby-maker going.”

He sighed, giving them both an only-slightly-amused look, which they both found hilarious of course. Still, he knew what they wanted. Plus, he was the beneficiary, so he quickly got to work fucking Kara at a speed he knew would get him back to the precipice of his own orgasm as quickly as possible. There was no foreplay, no affectionate words or kisses, and in truth, it felt a little weird. Both women were as focused as they could be on making him cum, but they weren’t worried about his pleasure.

It was a little off-putting, if he was being honest. Quickly though, he was able to achieve orgasm, hammering hard into his girlfriend as she clutched at him. A few seconds later, she patted him on the back a few times, a sure sign that fun time was over, and he slid back and watched as the two began to talk, Kara’s legs moving up over her torso as Kelly helped steady her. He stood and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and left the four to their own ends.

It wasn’t that he was upset or anything. He knew that this was something special to both of them. Not that it wasn’t to him either, but it had seemed to take on a whole new level of importance to the two most important women in his life. They’d only really decided about it Saturday night and already it seemed like a full court press to get it to happen.

He wasn’t dumb either. He knew that women only had a few days out of their cycles that they were able to get pregnant. This was obviously that time. Plus, he wasn’t going to complain about getting sex. Ever.

It was just that there were some obvious things that needed doing before things started getting all crazy. It was like Kelly and Kara had gone from “maybe” to “why hasn’t this happened yet” status overnight.

Turning on the water in the shower, he hopped in and looked up, seeing the camera in the shower. Chuckling, he shook his head, wondering if this was Kelly’s idea or Camille’s.

After a quick clean, he hopped out and dried off, then exited the room. The girls had all vacated the bedroom, though he still heard the low murmur of voices. Pulling on his work clothes, he went about getting dressed for the day, only leaving when he was completely ready.

Kelly, still nude as could be, was standing in the kitchen drinking coffee and talking to a now-dressed Stacy and Danielle, both of them holding backpacks and looking like they were part of the weirdest family ever.

“Morning, Daddy,” Danielle said, looking over and then skipping up to him.

He laughed, unable to suppress his mirth at her appearance. She was wearing her hair up in youthful looking pigtails and had both straps of her backpacker over her shoulders.

“God, please stop calling me ‘Daddy,'” he said with an amused sigh.

“Nope!” she said, grinning as she stepped up to him. “Does Daddy want a nice blowjob before work? Mommy said it was totally okay.”

He smirked. “Danielle… if I tried to cum right now, it would just shoot out a little puff of smoke.”

“Aww,” Stacy said, coming around Danielle and sliding into his arm. “Mr. Thomas doesn’t want your skank ass right now,” she said, elbowing a giggling Danielle back out of the way.

“Good morning, my little sex-ninja,” he said, drawing smiles from the three. “That was quite the wakeup call.”

“It was definitely my pleasure; even if you did almost kill me in there.”

“Well, I don’t know about that, but you looked like you were lost in space or something,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Heaven, maybe,” she said. “Honestly, I’ve never… never cum that hard, Mr. Thomas.”

He winked, but then gave her a serious look. “Two things… are you okay? And, you don’t have to keep calling me Mr. Thomas.”