Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Then I opened the email titled “Meeting summary,” and clicked on the attachments inside. That fucker Lionel Kenneally didn’t disappoint. There were a couple photos of his stepdaughter, Lily, dressed in the laciest lingerie, showcasing her big tits, narrow waist, and thick thighs. But the portraits went beyond soft-core. There was one where Lily was lying on her back on a bed, her chestnut locks spread out beneath her like a sleeping princess. Except this was no princess because Lily was beautifully nude, cupping her big breasts while staring downwards with a gaze filled with awe. Because of course, Lionel had positioned his massive dick over her pussy, and the fucking rod reached all the way up to his daughter’s navel. Yeah, he was showing us just how crammed full his stepdaughter was going to be once he got his dick into her, and to be honest, the teen girl looked a little nervous.
In the next photo, Lily was in the same position except said cock was now halfway buried in her cunt, those tender young pussy lips stretched around the huge shaft. Her mouth was halfway open with a cry of shock, but those brown eyes were also half-lidded with lust. Clearly, Lionel was dicking the brat to the max even as she cried out, her snatch stretched beyond her wildest imagination.
Then, there were photos of Lily in all sorts of revealing positions: on her knees on the bed, bent over showing off her pussy and asshole. Then, with that same huge cock jammed into that tight cunt from the back, Lily pulling her white cheeks apart to enable Lionel to penetrate further and deeper. Lily kneeling on the hard tile of a shower stall, with her brown hair plastered to her skull as she took Lionel’s massive shaft between her lips. Then the worst of all: Lily facing upwards towards the camera with her mouth open, lips parted, showing off a fat glob of bubbly jism on her tongue. Her cheeks were smeared with fluids too, even as Lionel pulled her chin down further to get a better shot. Fuck. I had no idea that father-daughter duos could be so nasty.
So yes, the images were depraved when they flashed onto my screen, but it only inflamed my desires. Immediately, my phone rang and I knew it had to be Barrett or Scott, calling to discuss the raunch we’d just received.
“Yo,” I answered without looking at caller ID. “What a complete slut.”
“Yeah,” Barrett growled on the other side of the line. “Holy shit. This girl wants to be shared?”
“That’s what Lionel says,” I drawled, peering closely at a photo of Lily’s exposed twat after it had been fucked out. Sure enough, there was a bit of semen peeking from her swollen folds, a tiny pearl of white that beaded right at her opening. “Goddamn, she’s juicy though. So are you in?”
“You bet I am,” Barrett responded on the other side with a breathless grunt. Was it my imagination, or was my buddy pulling one out at the moment while staring at these filthy pics? Nonetheless, I shrugged. We’ve done worse before. A lot worse.
“I’ll tell Lionel to set it up then.”
Then, I hung up and here we are, in the present moment. Scott, Barrett and I have been looking forward to this depraved menage for ages now, and it’s finally D-Day. Yet, when my buddies and I arrived on the doorstep of Lionel’s mansion, to our surprise, the door was slightly ajar. What the fuck? I get it: St. George is a safe neighborhood with hardly any crime. But Lionel Kenneally is a rich motherfucker with fancy shit in his fancy house. It’s suicide to leave your door open for any random burglar.
Still, Scott, Barrett and I glanced at each other and shrugged. Maybe this was part of the grand plan. Maybe we’d enter, and be directed by a topless woman to a dungeon in the basement where Lily was already bound and gagged for our pleasure. Or maybe Lionel himself would point us to a windowless red room, filled with jagged equipment to be used on his lush little stepdaughter.
But what we saw was much more mundane, and yet titillating, at once. Once we stepped into the foyer, muffled cries of delight greeted our ears and to our surprise, Lionel was engaging with his stepdaughter in a drawing room off to the right of the entryway. But they weren’t waiting like good little Victorians for guests. Instead, Lily was totally nude, her big breasts shaking and her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as Lionel slipped a big digit into her rear end.
“Yes, baby,” he hissed, those blue eyes fixed on her ecstatic features. “Goddamn, you look so beautiful like this.”
“Daddy!” she squealed. “Unnnh!”
Then, Lionel began finger-fucking her asshole for real. It was wrong in a variety of ways. Lily’s big breasts shook in rhythm with each finger bang, even as she pulled one thigh higher with her hand, lifting her foot in the air to give her stepfather more room to maneuver.