Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Mmmph!” I scream through the thick cream in my mouth. “Ummmph!”
“That’s it,” Lionel moans, still coming like a firehose down my throat. “Fuck baby, your curves are dynamite. Keep coming, sweetheart. Let me see your pussy and ass shudder.”
Our orgasms explode like massive earthquakes. I continue to scream and shriek as my pussy snaps and clamps, my asshole squeezing hard on the pin buried between my rectal walls. But Lionel never stops fucking me. He keeps thrusting the bowling pins in and out of my two holes, prolonging my ecstasy until a second orgasm strikes.
“Mmmmph!” I cry out again, my eyes rolling to the back of my head, showing the whites. “Mmmph!”
“Yes, baby,” Lionel hisses before bending down to suck my clit into his mouth. “You love it, remember? You’ve got a slutty cunt and an even sluttier ass that only Daddy’s hard fucks can satisfy.”
I soar over the moon then. Literally, my curves can no longer handle the immense pleasure, and I lose consciousness, descending into subspace. I don’t know how long I’m there, but when I come to, Lionel’s got me in his lap, my nude form bundled in a blanket in his lap. He grins at me and then offers a bottle of water before reaching for a napkin.
“Hold on,” he croons. “You’ve got a tiny bit of semen leaking from your mouth, baby. Let me get it for you.”
Then, the man of the house pats my lips with the soft cloth, even as I feel his double cocks twitch beneath my rear end. That’s when I know that Lionel’s not done with at all. After all, being stretched by the bowling pins is one thing ... but being stretched by Daddy is another ball game altogether.
6
Lionel
I amble into the Secret Garden, a small boutique in the downtown area of St. George. It’s a cute store, done up in pink with lots of heavy, gold-framed mirrors and flattering lighting. I suppose the décor is necessary, seeing that this particular outfit specializes in selling lacy lingerie and demure, yet revealing, swimwear.
But this isn’t my first turn around the joint. I come by the Secret Garden sometimes to buy gifts, and by now, the salesladies know me. An especially eager woman named Maxine prances over with bright eyes.
“Hi Mr. Kenneally,” she says breathily, making sure to thrust her big tits out against her silky blouse. “It’s so great to have you back. You were just here last week, right? More of the same today?”
I grunt because last week, I purchased hundreds of dollars of lacy fripperies for my beautiful stepdaughter. Unfortunately, a lot of it has already been ruined, seeing that I have a tendency to tear the lace off Lily’s luscious curves. The brat does that to me sometimes. Her sassy figure and pouty pink lips turn me into a fucking animal, and before I realize it, I’ve given into my bestial desires and ripped her lingerie to shreds.
But it’s fine because Lily loves it. Just earlier this week, I couldn’t wait to get into the young woman’s wet twat and literally reached down and gripped her panties in one big fist before tearing the fabric off her pussy altogether.
“Daddy!” she shrieked, her brown eyes wide as her small hands went down to cover her sweet space. “OMG, what are you doing? This is the first time I’m wearing the new thong you got me! Oh no, it’s ruined!”
I merely chuckled low in my throat while nudging her hands to the side, revealing her ripe and swollen cunt.
“It doesn’t matter,” I growled, leaning forward to nuzzle her neck before trailing my fingers up and down her wet slit. The young woman shuddered, throwing her head back slightly while letting out a breathless sigh. “I’ll get you another pair of panties. Hell, I’ll get you a hundred more because I need into your sweet cunt, baby. Now.”
Then, I claimed Lily’s plush pout in a deep kiss even as I positioned my upper cock at her pussy before thrusting in all the way, our flesh connecting as our mouths fused. The connection was instantaneous, our bodies dancing in a storm of sensation as my cock probed and pushed into her tight cavern. Obviously, the torn g-string was forgotten on the carpet until an hour or so later, when we finally finished our dirty session together. Lily leaned down to pick her ripped panties off the floor, letting the lace dangle from one finger while shooting me a wry smile.
“But Daddy, didn’t you say you got these at an expensive boutique? It’s so much money to waste when I only wore them once.”
I merely nuzzled her shoulder, dropping a kiss on the smooth skin.
“It’s fine, sweetheart. I have plenty of money, and like I said, I’ll buy you another one if you want. I want my woman to be dressed like a princess.”