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Authors: Nikki Wild
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He pulled her forward to watch, almost bending her in half. Her pussy pulsed even harder as she watched her stepfather’s cock twitch, then begin to throb, gushing white-hot gouts of his seed deep inside of her. She could feel each jet coating her walls, surging into her womb, filling her up so completely that she just had to let some of it drip back out. It dribbled down over her inner thighs, trickled down her ass cheeks, and made a sticky puddle on the seat of the lounge chair.
Tasha shuddered, falling backward as her stepfather let her go, her whole body reeling from the nirvana he had inflicted upon her. Her legs were still quivering as he pulled out, wiping both their cum from his withering shaft, soaking her bikini bottom in their mutual lust.
He sat back on the end of the chair, watching as she clenched her thighs together and drew her knees up toward her chest with a little giggle. He was panting, and his eyes were intense, but at the corners of his lips, she detected a smile.
“How’s that for a start to our father-daughter vacation, Daddy?” she asked him, unable to keep the devilish smirk off her face.
Blake shook his head in disbelief, but he was grinning, too. “Jesus, Tasha. If I knew you wanted it that bad, I’d have had you riding my cock way before your mother left me.”
She bit her lip, looking down at her messy pussy and the puddle they’d made on the seat. “Just so you know, Daddy, we’re probably going to have to use a condom next time. I’m not on the pill.”
Blake raised his eyebrows. Then he licked his lips and pulled her legs apart again, watching his jizz drip out of her battered hole.
“Oh, no, princess,” he told her, shaking his head. “Daddy’s not pulling out. Not ever. And I won’t have anything coming between me and my little girl. But don’t you worry your pretty little head about a thing. If I put a baby in that tight little belly of yours, it’s not like I can’t pay for it.”
Tasha bit her lip, feeling heat rise to her cheeks as her stepfather pulled her hips toward him again. As hungry as he looked to fill her with his seed again, his glittering eyes never leaving the creampie he’d stuffed her with, there was no doubt in her mind that it wouldn’t be long before that exact scenario played out.
But as he began to stroke his cock, willing it to harden to fuck his slutty, devious little girl once more, she realized that the truth of the matter was she really didn’t mind. As a matter of fact, she was quite looking forward to it.
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Here’s a little taste of “Cherry Pie”:
I never meant to have sex with him…
I stood there, cum still dripping from my sopping wet pussy onto the cold tile bathroom floor. Tears filled my eyes as I stared into the mirror, my makeup ruined, my perfect hair tousled and mousy.
“Are you ok?”
The deep and silky soft voice drifted through the door. It was my neighbor… I’d known him my whole life and he’d been nothing but a good man to me. Mick was always helping our family out whenever he could… I’d gone and ruined everything. I couldn’t help it. My 22 year old hormones had taken over. He was so lonely; he’d given me so much…
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of Danielle. Nothing,” he said, strength behind his words that I had always found so beautifully sexy.
But there
was
something to be ashamed of. My hand dipped down to my pussy, a finger drawing a small amount of his seed from my delicate lips, carrying it upward and running it across my tongue. Tasting the mix of our sex sent a shiver down my spine. I turned, taking the broken condom from the counter and dropping it into the toilet, flushing away the evidence of the accident…
Was I going to tell him?
It wasn’t supposed to happen.
I was just supposed to be earning a little extra money. With high school finished and college looming in the fall, I’d taken on every odd job I could to try and pay for it. Nineteen years of my life had gone by with my father pulling his wallet out for everything, but he told me himself that all of that would soon be over. He paid for his education, and he made it clear I was going to pay for mine. “It builds character,” he said so matter-of-factly as I cried about the enormity of it all.
Maybe he was right. It didn’t take long for me to pile up a little savings. As long as I stayed home and didn’t spend too much, I’d have a few thousand dollars to help get me through my first year of college classes…
I’d confided in my neighbor about all of this, and he made me a generous offer. Mick was going to be out of town, and as long as I was willing to house-sit for him, he’d pay me a little bit of money for the trouble. It was easy money. All I had to do was feed his dog twice a day and make sure his plants were watered for a couple of weeks. The best part was, I could stay there the whole time he was gone. I’d been under my father’s roof so long I didn’t know what it would feel like to have that kind of freedom. Sure, I was only next door to the house I’d grown up in, but it was still pretty amazing.
The driveway was empty as I walked up to Mick’s place carrying a small bag of groceries. It would still be a few days until he returned and I’d run out of things to cook, but Mick had left me with a little cash to pay for food and incidentals. I stared up at the big house, its tall columns casting shadows on the front façade. I’d grown up in a beautiful little home, but it was nothing compared to this big old southern plantation. In less than two weeks I’d gotten very used to the opulent space and the beautiful old furniture. It would be weird leaving all of this for my old bedroom – or worse yet, a college dorm and ramen noodles.
But it
was
lonely…
Mick owned properties all over Georgia, and his company managed their rental and resale. He’d become a success, but his time away from home kept him single all these years. When I was still a child, Mick said he was too busy for a wife. Now that he had everything he could ever really need, I wondered if that would ever change.
I opened the big wooden double doors and stepped inside, my footsteps echoing in the space as I made my way to the kitchen and shoved the grocery bags into the refrigerator. I’d get started on cooking later, for now, I had more important things to attend to. There was one nice thing about having a big house like this all to myself. That meant I’d have plenty of time and privacy… For my secret…
I found the small discs on the first day I was housesitting. I probably shouldn’t have been snooping around, but I really couldn’t help myself. They were minidiscs from an old video camera, hidden away in a box in Mick’s closet.
For almost as long as I could remember, curiosity always got the best of me… This was no exception. If I had known what kind of trouble it was going to get me into, maybe I never would have looked inside the box.
I pulled the box out, just as I had every day since Mick had left, retrieving the camera and plugging the little A/V cables into the huge flatscreen TV that dominated the wall in front of Mick’s big king bed. Almost giddy with excitement, I picked up the discs. There were dozens of them. Blowjobs, missionary, cowgirl, doggy style… My favorites though, they were near the bottom… I reached down, pulling one free, returning to the little camera and sliding it in before hitting the play button.
Laughter filled the room. Mick had an amazing surround sound system, something I was very grateful for as the camera steadied itself and pointed at the bed…
And there I was…
It was almost like looking into an impossible mirror, the woman walking into view with a thin vintage looking summer dress flowing around her. I’d grown into her curved and beautiful body. It was my mother, no older in this video than I was now…
The first time I’d seen this, I was shocked. My mother and father had gotten divorced so many years ago, and at the time, I didn’t really understand what happened. My Devlin was always too hurt to talk about it.
He
followed… Mick’s muscular and youthful stride entering the frame as they came together, a long kiss before they broke apart, the laughter starting up again.
They must have been having an affair, that much I knew from the videos. It happened years before my parents actually separated. Mother had run away with some hotshot attorney from California. A small piece of me wondered if she’d left two broken hearts in her wake.
“Is it recording?” my mother asked, my own mouth whispering the words right along with her.
“Yes…”
“What do we do now?”
“You do everything I say,” Mick said, his voice getting less playful. “Now strip for me.”
I smiled, still standing in front of Mick’s big comfortable bed. I watched his eyes on the screen as I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, wiggling a bit as I reached around my back to release my bra.
“I love your breasts,” Mick whispered, his voice filling the room as I watched him, pulling my bra free from my heaving breasts. Mother had blessed me with a set of 36DD’s, and Mick was still just as much of a breast man as he was in these videos. I couldn’t count how many times I’d caught him staring over the years from across the yard, only to have him quickly look away and pretend he wasn’t. I wished he would look at me the way he was looking at me now. I watched his crystal blue eyes on the screen, wiggling my way out of my skirt, my panties following it.
Mick had always been my secret crush. Every girl has one. He was the guy I could never have, and growing up I’d spent more than one lonely night wondering what it might be like to kiss him… Or to feel his touch…
“Bend over the bed. On your stomach.”
“Yes, Devlin…” my mother’s feminine voice whispered around me. It sent a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Almost every single one of these videos had some variation on this roleplay. Mick would have my mother calling him Devlin and pretending to be his naughty little girl.
“Yes, Devlin,” I whispered, leaning over the bed, spreading my legs wide just as my mother had so many years ago. I was facing away from the screen, but I could still see it, the images burned into my memory. Her fingers would slip beneath her tummy and between her legs, just like this… And her middle finger would slide up and down her wet slit, just like this… And she would play with her delicate clit, just like….
Ooooh….
It felt so good… My finger rubbed little wet circles around my clit, moans and cries escaping my lips.
“That’s right baby girl… Just like that…”