Chapter 8 #2
“But this is Rose ,” I pant as the pressure builds in in my pelvis.
“Oooh, yeah right there Daddy! She’s my really gorgeous friend with the long pink hair who looks like a fashion model.
Trust me, your friends would want a piece of her, and once I show them a photo, they’ll agree to use condoms tonight. Trust me, they’ll be into her!”
With that, the anal stimulation becomes too much and I fall to pieces.
My vision goes blurry as the world spins, a cacophony of sensations taking me away.
Plus, my stepfather knows exactly where to touch, and Lionel doesn’t let up.
He’s massaging my anus as I soar over the cliff with an ear-piercing scream, my fingers gripping at the sofa as my rear end clamps on his digits.
But even through the hurricane, I become vaguely aware of three hulking figures standing by the door.
“Lionel?” a deep voice booms. “Yo, we’re here.”
“Fuck, did this fucker start the party without us?” a second male voice snarls. “What the hell?”
“Shit, her ass looks tight,” a third male voice adds, already ravenous with desire. “I wouldn’t be able to resist if this was my stepdaughter.”
The man of the house doesn’t even look up. Instead, Lionel concentrates on seeing me through my climax, still running his fingers in and out of my asshole as I scream and writhe on the couch.
“Come right in boys,” Lionel greets in a throaty tone.
“Glad you could make it. I was just getting Lily prepped for your arrival. But I think my stepdaughter wants to say something for herself. Isn’t that right, Lily?
You wanted to talk with Scott, Cross and Barrett about protection, isn’t that so?
Well, they’re here now sweetheart, so shoot. ”
I manage to blink as the trio of male animals approach.
My body is still shaking in the throes of wild pleasure, but a gasp escapes my chest because Scott, Cross and Barrett are gorgeous to behold.
The three alpha males have strong, proud features; broad chests; and thick, tree-trunk thighs.
They’re packing too, from the looks of it.
But Lionel is right – his friends don’t look like the type who’d consent to condoms . .. and yet I have to try.
THE END