Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38964 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “Are you really doing that?”
“Yes baby, I am,” I said throatily, my big form pinning her in place as my glans stroked her darkness. Mmm, the puckered pleats were tight, and her dark star clenched in anticipation. “You’re going to take it in your bottom, baby girl.”
“But Mason,” she breathed, her eyes still wide, her breath hitching. “You’re ten inches and you know that I’ve never done this before. I mean, you’ve put fingers in there to tease me, but never this,” she breathed.
“Well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” I rumbled. Then, I pressed insistently against her back door, but it refused to give. She was tight and the little girl moaned a bit with discomfort. But her body was adjusting, slowly but surely.
“Push out like you’re going to the bathroom,” I whispered against her lips. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”
Then, with insistent pressure, I pushed again, letting her adjust and sure enough, I slipped a few inches into the sweet girl’s rectum.
“Mmm!” she squealed in shock, twisting beneath me, the look on her face a mix of pleasure and pain.
“That’s it, honey,” I rumbled while increasing the pressure with my hips. “Just relax.”
With increasing insistence, I slid my rod up her backside, letting the hot heat envelop me. It was fucking awesome. She was so tight and unused, and the clench was so forceful that I could hardly breathe. She sighed, looking up at me with eyes wide, once my balls hit her butt cheeks.
“Mmm, are you in all the way?” she cooed, still wriggling a bit while trying to adjust. I nodded.
“Yes baby,” I grunted. “You’re a little butt slut, aren’t you, taking Daddy all the way like this on your first try?”
With that, it was on. I owned my sweet girl’s round bottom, her little asshole pummeled again and again. We went through a variety of positions, and my girl proved to be extremely accommodating. At one point, I had her standing, bent over to grasp her ankles as I nailed her from behind.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, her hair dangling to the floor as her small frame shook. “That feels amazing. Mason, OHHHHH!”
Her body shook with ecstasy even as the walls of her canal clamped down on me. Meanwhile, the pressure was too much. I climaxed as well, loving the feel of her hot channel spasming on my pole as she came.
“FUCK!” I roared like a madman. “Oh shit!”
A volcano erupted, and yet Janie’s mewling cry of release beneath me was all I needed to hear. I’d taken my stepsister to oblivion and back, damn the consequences. After all, I need Janie desperately, but what happens when people find out about our taboo relationship?
12
Janie
It’s been amazing living with Mason because my life’s an incredible blend of the raunchy and the sweet. One moment I’m Janie, his innocent stepsister who supports him as he prepares for the Olympics. He’s suffering through grueling practices, high-pressure dry land work outs, not to mention shooting commercials left and right.
But give me a sec and I’ll turn into Star, exotic dancer extraordinaire. I comfort him in the way I know best: by using my body as a form of stress relief, and my stepbrother appreciates it so much.
As a result, life is good. We’ve settled into a comfortable rhythm. We make love in the early light of dawn before he leaves for morning practice. Then, he comes back for lunch, and we go at it again. Then, Mason comes home for dinner and one last hot session in the sack before I leave for work at the Donkey Club. Yes, my man and I do it at least three times a day, and it’s wonderful. It takes a lot of energy to keep an alpha male happy and relaxed, but I love it.
One day, after a particularly long afternoon session, Mason stretched lazily, like a lion relaxing out on the plains. I moaned softly, his hardness still buried in my sweet pink.
He chuckled softly. “Oh right, sorry, I forgot to pull out.”
I swatted him playfully.
“You didn’t forget,” I teased. “You just love being in me so much that you’d spend all day in me if you could.”
“I would,” he admitted, punctuating each word with a kiss. But when he pulled out, I realized he wasn’t done yet. Instead, the big man wiggled down between my legs and parted my folds, looking with satisfaction at my pinkness, the flesh still pulsing and rosy from his savage claims.
“Mmm, little girl. I like what I see,” he rumbled, shooting me a sly smile.
“Kiss it,” I teased in return. “My pussy misses you already.”
So Mason did, taking his time, holding my flesh open so that my deep pink insides were revealed as I sighed and moaned under his caresses.