Chapter 5
Lily
O h my gosh, Lionel is so romantic. I know I shouldn’t feel this way because my stepfather’s offering me to his friends. He’s literally making my curves available to his buddies, with the expectation that I’ll service the three men as part of a filthy gangbang.
Yet there’s something romantic about Lionel’s actions, too, even in the face of such a nasty act.
It’s the way he carries me in his arms, his chest like a broad wall against my cheek.
It’s the way I weigh nothing at all to the powerful alpha male, his strides strong and sure as he sweeps me across the drawing room and to the elevator.
His cologne is spicy and masculine, and I breathe deep of the musk as we step into the small box.
“You’re going to be fine, sweetheart,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “You’re gorgeous and irresistible. Cross, Barrett, and Scott don’t stand a chance.”
Then, the in-home elevator pings and the doors slide open. Lionel carries me down the elaborate hallway before pushing open the heavy door to the bowling alley with a massive shoulder. Those blue eyes glint as he sets me down on my feet.
“You’re going to be fine, baby girl,” he reiterates in a low growl. “Look around you. See? There’s nothing to worry about here.”
It’s true. The bowling alley looks completely normal with its shiny wooden lanes, white bottle-shaped pins, and assorted colorful bowling balls.
Leather banquettes are placed at the end of the two-lane set-up, and there’s a popcorn machine in one corner, as well as complimentary bowling shoes stashed off to the side.
Still, I feel nervous and bite my lip while glancing at my stepdad from under my lashes.
“But how are we going to go about this?” I ask in a slightly trembling voice. “I mean, once your friends get here, do I just take off my clothes and we start going at it like animals?”
Lionel grins, flashing even white teeth.
“I’m sure there will be introductions. We wouldn’t expect you to go from zero to ninety without some warm-up, sweetheart. That would be completely barbaric, although I wouldn’t put it past those assholes, come to think of it. But come here, baby girl. Sit in my lap and we’ll get started.”
Immediately, I scooch over to where Lionel’s taken a seat on a red leather banquette.
It’s semi-circular and faces the bowling lane, with golden studs decorating the edges of the seats, as well as a small half-moon shaped table in front of the banquette.
I want to look around more, but then Lionel slips his hand under my skirt and gently traces one big finger straight up my slit.
Even through the thin cotton of my panties, his touch is to die for and I let out a sharp gasp while turning to look at him with big brown eyes.
Pleasure’s already racing through my veins and I feel myself growing moist in my secret space.
“That a girl,” he growls, a harsh flush already descending on those high cheekbones. “See? No reason to panic.”
I part my lips to answer, but Lionel’s already moved on.
He pulls the décolletage to my dress down, popping a big breast out and dips his head down to suckle at the nipple.
In fact, my stepfather’s doing more than just sucking.
He’s devouring my breast, moaning deep in his chest as he fills his mouth with luscious ivory flesh.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, those mobile lips savoring every inch of my creamy curves. “You’re so beautiful and your tits are so big, princess. I’ve never seen such enormous tits on a teenage girl.”
I manage a throaty laugh while grasping his broad shoulders.
“I know, Daddy. I started developing and it happened overnight. One day, I was an A-cup, and within six months, they had become Double D’s.”
Lionel lifts his head for a moment, those blue eyes gleaming.
“And this happened while you were at Spencer?”
I nod breathily as he dips his head to suckle again.
“Yes, while I was in New York. It was embarrassing, actually, because you know we wear uniforms at Spencer, and one day, my blouse split, Daddy. Two buttons literally popped off in the middle of math class, and they almost hit my math teacher in the face.”
Lionel growls, still suckling at my teats.
“You’ll have to tell me more about that, baby girl. But you’re all woman now, sweetheart, and utterly gorgeous. I can’t wait until your Double D’s fill with milk for our children to drink.”
A hot shiver courses down my spine, making my pussy moisten.
“I can’t wait either,” I whisper shyly while stroking my fingers through his dark hair. “But right now, my breasts are only for you, Daddy,” I whisper. “They’re for you to enjoy.”
“And my friends to enjoy,” Lionel growls in a dark voice before popping my other breast out from the vee of my dress and devouring that one as well.
He settles in with a possessive hum, and I moan headily while tossing my head back.
Electric jolts of pleasure go straight from my nipples to my cunt and I shift needily in his lap while gushing between my thighs.
“Oh god, Daddy, I love when you kiss me there,” I gasp breathily. “It always feels so good.”
“I know, baby girl. It’s because you’re addicted to Daddy’s touch.
Especially my cock’s touch,” Lionel adds with a silky smile before popping off a stiff pink teat.
Then he flips my skirt up and pulls the gusset of my panties to the side before looking down at the slick, swollen folds of my pussy.
“Goddamn, baby, you have the juiciest, ripest little pussy, just begging to be fucked,” he growls.
“Holy shit, princess. Do you want Daddy to kiss it for you first?”
“Oh yes,” I mewl while struggling with the zipper of my dress. “Please Daddy. Please kiss my pussy and make her feel good.”
With that, Lionel has me on my back on the banquette. He reaches two hands to the front of my dress and literally rips the fabric apart with a loud tear. I gasp as my breasts wobble and tremble beneath his hungry gaze, my pussy slicking up even more.
“Legs up, baby girl,” he rasps, blue eyes devouring every inch of my skin. “Let’s get you lubed.”
But of course, I’m already sopping wet as Lionel settles between my thighs, holding them up and apart. He lets out another low growl of satisfaction at the obscene sight.
“Fuck baby, you’re always so fucking drenched and fragrant,” he mutters beneath his breath before inhaling deep. “Goddamn.”
Then, his mouth is on me and I let out a wail of pleasure while half-bolting up on the banquette.
I can’t help it. It feels so good whenever Daddy kisses me there, and Lionel is a pro.
The man of the house knows exactly what I like, and he runs his tongue up one labia, across my clit, and then down the other labia before reaching up with his hand to spread my pussy lips open with two fingers.
“You’re so beautiful, Lily,” he croons. “Your tight twat is just begging to be penetrated. That’s what you need, isn’t it? A deep, solid fuck to keep this horny cunt satisfied.”
“Yes Daddy!” I cry out, already delirious with pleasure. My fingers pinch my own nipples as he holds my pussy lips even wider, staring hungrily into the moist pink of my secret space. “Please fuck my pussy for me. I need it so much, and only you can do it right.”
With that, Lionel hocks and spits onto my swollen folds. It feels so good, and it looks good too, seeing him drool saliva directly on my clit. Then he grunts while slapping my hard bud, pinching it as I let out a soft shriek.
“Fuck, you’re always so responsive,” he grunts. “Suck your tits for me, baby.”
I know what my stepfather wants because he’s a dirty asshole, and our sex is nasty and filthy to the extreme.
But I love it, and eagerly, I oblige. I lift one creamy breast up to my mouth and pop the nipple into my mouth, moaning as hot jolts of electricity go straight from my tit to my cunt.
I’ve done this for Lionel before, and it turns him into a beast because the act is so nasty.
But I’m going to up the ante this time, and with a smooth gesture, I lift my other breast to my lips too before cramming that nipple into my mouth along with the first. Now, I’ve got both breasts between my lips and I suckle deeply as Lionel watches with a dark flush on those high cheekbones.
“Goddamn,” he moans throatily. “Fucking you only gets better and better, you know that, Lily? I had no idea teen girls could be so horny.”
But it seems that Lionel has his own bag of tricks because he undoes his fly, allowing both massive cocks to pop out.
I let out a muffled cry because I adore his double-cocks.
The top one is huge, about nine inches long, with bulging veins on both the right and left sides.
The bottom one is slightly smaller, but thicker, with a base as big as my fist that always makes me cry out whenever it goes in.
The tips of both cocks are slick with pre-cum, and Lionel lets out a sly smile as he rubs his fuckshafts against my two holes, teasing me in the process.
I mewl and shift my hips, trying to catch him inside, but Lionel doesn’t give in.
“Goddamn,” he groans. “You feel so good, sweetheart. I can tell your pussy and ass need the penetration, but let’s not get you too excited just yet. We’re working on stretching exercises, remember?”
Of course I can’t reply, seeing that my mouth is crammed full of breastflesh, but Lionel’s already moved on. Out of nowhere, he produces two bowling pins. They’re long and smooth, with narrow heads that curve into a bottleneck shape, before widening into fat white bottoms.
“Ummmph?” I cry out with shock, my eyes going wide. “Mmmph!?!”