I Drained My Stepdad #3
The angle where his head pressed against the front wall of my cunt on every downstroke, the ridge catching on a spot that made my vision blur.
I rolled my hips and heard the wet sound of my arousal coating his shaft—obscene, rhythmic, the slick percussion of a body that had never done this before and was doing it perfectly.
“Look at you, Sienna.”
Harper whispered against my ear. Her breath hot on my neck.
“Look at you riding Daddy’s cock. You were made for this. I told you this would work.”
I fucked him harder. My thighs burned. My hands found his chest, my palms flat against the black muscle, and I used him as leverage—rising until only his head remained inside me, then slamming down until our bodies met with a slap that rang through the room.
“I want your babies too, Daddy.”
His eyes were wet. His cock strained and pressed its shape into my walls.
“I’m honored.”
Carlton’s hands found my hips. His grip was firm, his fingers pressing into the flesh, and he began meeting my strokes—thrusting upward as I came down, driving his cock deeper inside me, the force pushing the air from my lungs in short, sharp gasps.
“Don’t stop, baby. Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to, Daddy.”
Harper pulled away from my back. I felt the cool air replace her warmth, and then the bed shifted as she moved. I opened my eyes—I hadn’t realized I’d closed them—and watched my twin sister pull her sleep shirt over her head. No bra. No underwear. She’d come to this room ready to fuck him.
She crawled up the bed and cocked a leg over Carlton’s chest, planting her knees on either side of his head, and she lowered herself onto his face.
“Lick me, Daddy. Fuck one daughter and eat the other. Lick me.”
I heard the sound of our father’s mouth meeting her cunt—wet, warm, immediate. Harper’s head tipped back, and her lips parted, and her hands gripped the headboard, and she rocked against him, grinding down, riding his mouth the way I was riding his cock.
The sight of it drove me wild.
“This is what having two girlfriends will feel like, Dad.”
My twin sister’s cunt was riding my father’s face. Her thighs clenched against his ears. His jaw working, his tongue visible for a moment between her flushed lips before she pressed down again and swallowed it inside her. Her arousal glistening on his chin, running down his neck onto the pillow.
I fucked him harder.
The orgasm built from the base of my spine.
Low, then higher, spreading through my pelvis like heat through metal.
Carlton’s cock hit the deep spot on every thrust, and I could feel my walls tightening around him—gripping, releasing, gripping harder—the rhythm narrowing, the pleasure concentrating into a single bright point behind my clit.
“Daddy—I’m going to—”
Harper looked at me. Our eyes locked over Carlton’s body. My twin sister, flushed and wet and grinding her cunt on our father’s mouth, watching me come apart on our father’s cock.
“Let go, Sienna.”
I came.
My cunt clamped around his long, thick cock and held—pulsing, clenching, the orgasm detonating through my body in waves that started deep and rolled outward until my fingers tingled and my toes curled and my thighs seized against his hips.
I felt my arousal flood around him, leaking past the seal of my entrance and running down his shaft, down his balls, soaking the sheets.
I ground down onto him and rode it out. Every contraction tighter than the last, his cock trapped inside me, the pressure of his width against my pulsing walls stretching each wave longer than the one before.
Carlton gripped Harper’s thighs, pulled her down and groaned against her cunt, and the vibration made her gasp and grip the headboard harder. He thrust up into me twice—hard, desperate—and I felt his cock swell and kick inside me.
The first pulse hit deep. Hot. A jet of cum flooded the place where his head met the deepest part of me, and then another, and another, his hips grinding against mine with each spasm.
His cum filled me. Thick and warm and more than I’d expected, pooling inside me, leaking around his shaft and joining the mess of my arousal on the sheets.
I felt every pulse through my walls, felt his cock throb and empty until his hips stilled and his breathing came in ragged bursts against Harper’s cunt.
Harper came a moment later. I heard it—a sound I knew from the other side of our shared bedroom, the muffled cry she thought I couldn’t hear. But now it was loud, unguarded, her body shuddering above Carlton’s face, her thighs clamping, her knuckles white on the headboard.
The room went quiet.
Three people breathing. The ceiling fan turning. Morning light on the sheets.
I stayed on my Daddy’s cock. It softened inside me, his cum leaking slowly from around the base, warm against my inner thighs. Harper climbed off his face and lay beside him, her cheek on his shoulder, her hand finding mine across his chest.
Carlton’s hand came up and covered both of ours.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody needed to.
I felt my father’s cum drip from me onto his stomach—a slow, warm thread that mapped the distance between what we’d been and what we were now.
Harper’s fingers laced through mine. She squeezed.
My twin sister. My father. The morning after the life we used to have.