Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Oh!” Rae screams. “Oh god, oh god!”
“I know, baby girl,” I moan. “It feels so good, doesn’t it? I swear, your pussy gets tighter every time I fuck you.”
The words are true too. There’s something about this woman that drives me crazy, and her sweet snatch does seem smaller every time I use it. Lost to ecstasy, Rae lets out a heady moan as her pussy releases a gush of fluids, the damp wetness drenching my balls. But I don’t care. I just want more, except that suddenly, a shadow comes over us. What the fuck is that? While pushing the dildo deep into Rae’s ass once more, suddenly I hear a deep voice ask, “Mind if I join?”
Oh shit! It’s Hunter Ward, Rae’s stepfather! How did he get into her room? Even crazier, he’s hot, hung, dripping … and ready to play.
CHAPTER 6
Hunter
I knew the two of them were dirty fucks. After all, Trig comes over sometimes, and he and Rae are loud while making love in her bedroom. I wouldn’t even call it making love because the shrieks and squeals that come from my stepdaughter’s bedroom are more akin to a triple-X porn film, but who am I to judge? I’d love to have Rae squalling on my cock like that as I give her orgasm after orgasm.
But when I strode past her bedroom today, determined to ignore the bed frame knocking against the wall, I paused because there was a giant fucking dollhouse sitting in the hall diagonally, blocking the path. What the hell? Why is this thing even out here? I know Rae’s grandfather made it for her, but now the thing was perched precariously on a rolling trolley and then deserted like an abandoned piece of luggage. I could hardly scoot past, and that’s when I saw it. The door had somehow come open a bit, and when I inched past, trying not to touch the dollhouse, I saw Rae and Trig locked in an embrace as he fucked her ass with a massive black dildo.
“Oh shit,” I murmured. “Are you fucking serious?”
But sure enough, it was happening. Trig was on his back, with Rae on top of them as they kissed feverishly. I could see that his cock was buried in her pussy as she mewled and squirmed, mashing her breasts against his solid chest. But his hand was moving as well, and I could easily see the huge black member moving between my stepdaughter’s white cheeks. She threw her head back and moaned then, eyes fluttering shut, as Trig pushed it in with a solid thrust.
“Oh god, yes,” she let out in a guttural voice. “Deeper.”
But Trig wasn’t able to accommodate her because the angle was weird. It’s tough to give your girl a solid buttfuck when you’re beneath her worshipping that curvy body. I could see the tension in his neck as he strained with one arm, and the way that the dildo only penetrated her bottom five inches or so. That thing was about ten inches, so there was still a long ways to go.
I know I shouldn’t have. I should have just walked away and left them to their depravity. But the fact is that ever since Rae and I had our steamy encounter in the shower, nothing’s happened. That must have been a week or two ago at least, and I’ve barely seen the curvy girl since. She’s been a ghost whispering through the house, so I was growing increasingly desperate with a lot of pent-up frustration building in my balls. Beating one out with my hand didn’t help either; I needed a slick female hole, and here was the answer.
Without thinking, I push the bedroom door open and step inside before shedding my clothes. Oh fuck, my cock’s rock hard already, and I squeeze the anaconda with a firm grip while taking in the scene. Rae and Trig haven’t noticed me yet because they’re so caught up in their own world. My pretty stepdaughter is now mashed flat against Trig’s chest as he continues to give it to her in both holes.
“Yeah,” he grunts. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
But there’s still the problem of getting the dildo all the way in because he can’t reach completely, not while he’s lying beneath her. As a result, I move stealthily across the bedroom and then put a knee onto the mattress. The bed shifts with my added weight, and immediately, Trig’s eyes flash open as he sees me.
“What the fuck?” he roars. “The hell?”
“I think I can help,” I manage in a smooth rasp. “Allow me.”
Then I position myself behind Rae and gently take the dildo in my hand. Trig lets go immediately, his palms caressing the smooth skin of Rae’s back as he presses a kiss to her throat.
“This is going to feel good, baby girl,” he mutters against the slender column. “Just wait for it.”