Semua Bab THE DADDY'S BRAT: STEAMY COLLECTION OF TABOO STORIES : Bab 31 - Bab 40

When I remarried two years ago, my new wife Betty brought two daughters with her. Freya is now eighteen and Jossie nineteen. They moved into my house, where there was enough space for each of them to have their own room. Both girls had long blonde hair like their mother and figures to match. Freya was trim, with a flat stomach and 32B breasts a nice handful. Jossie was a little plumper, more like Betty, with a solid 36B chest. Both of them were unmistakably fuckable. I started noticing how often they wore skimpy tops and short shorts around the house, especially when their mother wasn’t home. Sometimes they left pieces of clothing off entirely, giving me clear views of their tits and asses. Once I caught Freya walking out of the bathroom completely naked. She just strolled past me as if I weren’t there, though I caught the edge of a smile on her face. The day everything changed was a hot one. Betty, Freya, and I had been relaxing by the pool when Betty got a call from Jossi

Freya’s mouth was still working me, and I was already hard. I filled my hands with Jossie’s breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between my fingers until she moaned and squirmed. “Okay, swap,” I told them. Jossie slid down and took my cock into her mouth while she raised her ass high beside my shoulder. I slid two fingers into her and started fingering her steadily. Freya moved up and kissed me, soft and hungry. “I love you too, Daddy,” she whispered. “I’ve wanted another fuck for ages.” “I still don’t know if this is right,” I said against her mouth. “Doing it behind your mum’s back. She’ll kill all of us if she finds out.” “I doubt it,” Freya said. “I think she already knows.” “Why do you say that?” “When she left she told us to have fun… and not to wear Daddy out. She said to leave some of him for her when she gets back.” Jossie was doing an excellent job on my cock deep, wet, and enthusiastic. Her pussy was already dripping onto the sheets. “All right, girls

My name is Jeffery. I am a senior, and for most of high school I was the fat kid everyone picked on. The jokes never stopped, and the names followed me through every hallway. People looked at me like I did not belong, so I kept my head down and tried to get through each day without drawing more attention.Tiffany was different. She was our English teacher, about five feet five with red hair that fell to her waist and a face that reminded me of Natalie Portman. She had full, heavy breasts that filled out her blouses, and she never seemed to notice the way the boys stared. She was also a committed Christian. She wore a cross necklace every day and spoke about her faith as if it truly mattered. Most of the guys in class still watched her chest more than they listened to her lessons.That Friday I had a free period at the end of the day, so I stayed behind in her classroom to organize the mess in her cupboard. Books and papers were scattered everywhere. I was halfway through sorting them

I was the picture of a proper pastor’s wife. A devoted mother to our two young children. A respected psychologist who listened to women pour out their darkest traumas every day at work. And now, a devoted Christian woman who had always believed in purity and submission.But tonight those beliefs were cracking.For months the stories from my clients had seeped into my mind like warm poison. Day after day I sat across from women who told me about rough hands pinning them down, about cocks slamming into their unwilling bodies, about the dark pleasure that came from being completely used. I had always offered comfort and healing. Yet lately my own body betrayed me. My huge DD breasts would ache with a heavy fullness, my nipples hardening into stiff peaks beneath my bra.A slick, shameful heat would build between my thighs whenever I listened to them speak of surrender. I would cross my legs tighter during sessions, biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood, trying to keep the soft sou

I waited until his snores filled the room, then slipped a hand between my thighs. My fingers sank into the thick, messy mess of cum and my own juices still coating my pussy. I scooped out globs of it, rubbed my swollen clit in frantic circles, and pinched one of my heavy. nipples until it stung. Soft whimpers escaped my lips as the orgasm crashed over me in slow, rolling waves. My pussy squirted a little onto the sheets, but it was only a pale echo of the real thing. I licked my fingers clean, tasting the salty blend of the men’s seed, and I knew I had to have more. Tomorrow night Elias would be at bible study. The kids would stay with my sister. I would wear the same outfit again, but this time I would drive all the way to the truck stop on the edge of the highway. The thought made my pussy throb harder. My black high heels clicked against the cracked asphalt of the truck stop lot, the night air thick with diesel fumes and the distant rumble of idling engines. My short black ski