Daddy's Secret: A Collection of Forbidden Stories

Mom had been dating Victor for six months when he and his son Jamal moved in. Victor was forty-five, tall and thick from years of gym time, dark skin, short beard, always in tight shirts that showed off his broad chest and arms.

Jamal was twenty-two, leaner but just as built, dreads loose down his back, easy smile that made girls stare. Living with them turned into pure torture.

I'd catch Victor's bulge shifting in his sweatpants when he walked past my room, or Jamal shirtless after a workout, his abs flexing and sweat trickling down. My pussy would throb just looking at them . But Mom was happy, so I kept quiet…. Until she left for her work trip that Friday.

She flew out early in the morning and Victor said he'd cook dinner, but I lied and told him I had plans with friends. Instead I locked myself in my room, laptop open, scrolling for something filthy.

I soon found a threesome video with a girl sandwiched between two black guys, one older, one younger, taking turns stretching her out, then both at once.

I quickly stripped naked, lay back on my bed with my legs spread wide. My fingers slid right in, two at first, easy because I was already wet thinking about them then Thumb on my clit, circling the head.

The girl on screen moaned as the older guy slammed her from behind, calling her his little slut while the younger one fucked her mouth. I pumped faster, added a third finger and stretching myself, imagining Victor's thick cock and Jamal's long one filling me.

My moans got louder but I didn't care. My pussy was soaked, fingers making wet squelching sounds with every thrust. I came so hard the first time, squirting a little onto the sheets with my thighs shaking. But I kept going, fingers going deeper, thumb grinding my clit, picturing Victor behind me, Jamal in my mouth, fuck, I was dripping everywhere, the sheets damp under my ass.

Then the door creaked open.

I froze, fingers still buried deep in my pussy. Victor stood in the doorway, hand on the knob, eyes going wide for half a second before dropping to my spread legs.

Jamal was right behind him, looking over his dad's shoulder. They must have heard me and come to check. Victor wore a white tank that clung to his chest, gray sweats tenting hard already. Jamal had basketball shorts with no shirt,his abs tight as he breathed heavier.

I didn't try to cover up, just stared back, fingers still moving slowly inside me, feeling my walls flutter. The p**n kept playing on with the girl screaming as the guys double-teamed her.

Victor cleared his throat. "We heard you and thought something was wrong."

Jamal stayed quiet, eyes locked on my hand, on the slick shining on my fingers, on my pussy leaking down to the bed.

I pulled my fingers out slow and they were coated with strings of my wetness connecting them to my hole. I brought them to my mouth, sucked them clean, tasting myself while holding their gaze. "I'm not in trouble," I said, voice husky. "But I need help."

Victor stepped inside slowly and closed the door, then locked it. "Your mom would lose her mind."

"She's gone till Sunday," I said, spreading my legs wider, showing them everything. My swollen lips, clit peeking out hard, slick running down my ass crack. "And I won't say a word if you don't."

Jamal looked at Victor and Victor nodded once, then they moved like they'd thought about this before.

Victor reached the bed first and grabbed my ankles, yanking me to the edge so my ass hung off and my legs wide open for him.

He dropped to his knees between them. "Fuck, look at this tight little pussy," he growled, spreading my pussy lips. "All pink and swollen, dripping like you've been teasing it for hours. Been fingering yourself thinking about us, huh? About your stepdad and stepbrother stretching you out?"

"Yes," I moaned, my hips lifting up. "Every night. Your cocks in my head."

Jamal climbed on the bed beside me. Grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one strong hand. His other hand squeezed my tit, thumb flicking my nipple rough.

"Nasty little slut," he said low. "Getting off to us? Let's see how you handle the real thing. Bet this cunt's gonna grip us so tight."

Victor leaned in, his breath hit my pussy first, hot and teasing. Then his thick tongue dragged slow from my hole up to my clit with one long lick, collecting all my slick. I bucked hard but he did it again, slower, tongue parting my lips and dipping inside to taste deeper.

"So fucking sweet," he muttered. "This pussy's been waiting for me."

He sucked my clit hard, then his ongue flicked fast over it, fingers spread my lips wider, nose grinding against me as he ate like he was starving.

Sloppy sounds soon filled the room with wet slurps, my slick coating his beard and dripping down his chin. He plunged his tongue inside, fucking me with it, curling to hit that spot.

Jamal leaned down, sucked my nipple into his mouth and bit lightly, then harder. He rolled the other one between his fingers. "Moan for us, baby. Let us hear how bad you want these dicks."

I cried out, my pussy clenching as Victor added two thick fingers and, pumped them fast while sucking my clit.

“Fuckkk!” I screamed as I came, my walls clamping and squirting across Victor's face with hot gush down his chin and onto his tank.

Victor kept licking through it, dragging every tremor out until I was whimpering and oversensitive. He lifted his head, his face drenched with my cum. "Taste like fucking heaven. Jamal, your turn."

They switched. Jamal knelt between my legs while Victor moved to my head, grabbed my hair, pulled my face toward him. "Open that pretty mouth."

I did, with my tongue out.

Victor shoved his sweats down and his cock sprang free. It was thick as my wrist, dark, veined, head fat and leaking precum with heavy balls. He slapped it on my tongue. "Suck it, girl. Show me how bad you want stepdad's dick."

I opened wide and he pushed in, filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, tears pricking my eyes and spit ran down my chin right away.

"Breathe through your nose," he grunted. "Take it deeper."

He started thrusting. Slow at first, letting me adjust, then harder. Fucking my mouth like a pussy. Spit bubbled out, dripped onto my tits. I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan.

Jamal pulled his shorts down. His cock was longer, curved slightly, smooth dark skin, head glistening. Thinner than Victor's but perfect for deep. He rubbed it through my folds first, coating himself in my slick. "This pussy's so wet for us. Gonna eat it till you squirt again."

He dove in, tongue flat on my clit, lapping fast. He pushed two fingers inside, curled up, rubbing that spot hard while sucking my clit, humming against it.

I moaned loud around Victor's cock as he fucked my throat faster. "That's it, choke on it. Good little slut taking stepdad deep."

Jamal added a third finger and stretched me wide. I came again harder. Pussy clamping and squirting across Jamal's wrist and face.

But they didn't stop. Victor fucking my mouth sloppy, while Jamal eating me like dessert, fingers thrusting.

Victor pulled out, slapped his wet cock on my tongue once. "Good girl. Now turn over with that fat ass up. We ain't done."

They flipped me with my face down, ass high and legs spread out.

Victor rubbed his thick head through my folds, teasing my entrance. “You ready for this dick to stretch you wide, baby?" Victor asked. "This little pussy's been begging for stepdad's cock all night. Say it louder. Beg for it."

"Yes," I whimpered, pushing my hips back toward him. "Please, Victor. Fuck me. Fill me up. I need your thick cock inside me so bad."

Jamal tightened his grip on my hair, tilting my head up. His cock bobbed in front of my face, the head shiny with precum, shaft smooth and dark. "Open that mouth. Suck while he ruins your cunt."

I parted my lips wide and he fed it in slow at first, letting me taste the salty bead at the tip before sliding deeper. He filled my mouth, pressing against my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. I gagged softly, spit pooling immediately, but I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, swirling my tongue around the head.

Victor didn't wait. He gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my flesh, and slammed forward in one brutal thrust. All the way.

His thick cock speared me open, stretching my walls to the limit, bottoming out so deep I felt him bump my cervix. The sudden fullness made my eyes water, a sharp burn mixing with overwhelming pleasure. I screamed around Jamal's cock, the sound muffled into wet, vibrating moans.

Victor groaned. "Fuck, this pussy's tight. Gripping me like a vice. Been dreaming about pounding this little hole."

He started moving with long, punishing strokes. He would pull almost all the way out until just the head remained, my pussy clinging to him, then slammed back in balls-deep. Each thrust made a loud, wet slap of skin on skin.

My pussy squelched obscenely around him, slick bubbling out with every withdrawal, dripping down my thighs in thick strings.

Jamal matched the rhythm, fucking my mouth in deep thrusts. His cock slid over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat on every push.

“That's it," he hissed. "Choke on it. Take every inch like the good little cocksucker you are. You love having your throat fucked while stepdad wrecks your pussy, don't you?"

I moaned in agreement, the vibration making Jamal curse under his breath and fuck my mouth harder. My body rocked between them, filled from both ends. Victor's thick shaft dragged against that perfect spot inside me with every stroke, building pressure fast. My clit throbbed untouched, swollen and aching.

Victor slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming into heat. "Come on this dick, baby. Squeeze me. Show me how bad you want stepdad's load."

Jamal pinched my nipples, twisting just enough to make me arch. "Cum for us, slut. Milk that cock. Let us feel it."

The words pushed me over. My pussy clamped down hard on Victor, walls spasming wildly. A hot gush flooded out around his shaft, squirting in short bursts with every thrust, soaking his balls and dripping onto the sheets. My whole body shook, muffled screams vibrating around Jamal's cock as wave after wave of intense pleasures crashed through me.

They didn't slow down.

Victor fucked me harder, faster, thrusts turning sloppy and desperate. "Fuck yes, that's it. Soaking my cock. This pussy's made for me."

Jamal pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my lips to his head. He stroked himself fast, hand slick with my saliva. "Gonna paint that pretty face. Open wide."

Victor slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed thickly inside me as hot spurts erupted with forceful ropes flooding my pussy, filling me up until I could feel the pressure.

Excess cum pushed back out around his shaft with every shallow grind, creamy white mixing with my slick, running in down my inner thighs.

Jamal groaned, his hand moved faster and then, thick ropes shot across my face, strands landing on my lips, cheeks, tongue, even splashing over my closed eyelids. I opened my mouth instinctively, catching what I could, swallowing the salty taste while the rest dripped down my chin and onto my tits.

Victor stayed buried inside me a moment longer, letting me feel every last twitch, then he pulled out slowly, his cum leaking from my stretched hole, dripping onto the bed. My pussy was gaped slightly, puffy and red, still fluttering with aftershocks.

They stepped back, breathing hard, cocks still semi-hard and glistening with our mess.

I collapsed forward onto my elbows, face down in the pillow, ass still up, cum dripping from both ends.

Victor chuckled darkly, wiping his beard with the back of his hand. "Look at her. Leaking like a used slut. But we ain't finished, baby girl."

Jamal ran a thumb across my cum-smeared lips. "Not even close. Round two's gonna be even messier."

I looked up at them through half-lidded eyes, still catching my breath, pussy throbbing with fresh need.

"Good," I whispered. "Because I'm not done taking you two yet."