Authors: L.J. Anderson
He probably had girls all over him at college anyway.
That thought made me sad and more than a little jealous. It also made me very curious about what might be on that unlabeled disk.
Not wanting to be caught snooping, I made sure Mark was busy before sneaking back into David’s room. It seemed like ages before the blue screen went away and was replaced with an actual picture and sound, but when it did, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was David!
Even more shocking was the fact that he was on screen with a pretty, petite brunette and another guy, who was also tall and handsome like David, and they were all naked.
I squinted at the slightly shaky image, hoping to get a better look at David’s body, but the camera was quickly handed over to him and he began narrating, his rich, masculine voice coming crystal clear through the speakers.
“You think you’re going to be able to handle both of us, Kara?” David spoke, aiming the camera directly at the girl in front of him. He laughed when she gave him a naughty smile.
Just the thought of what the three of them might be about to do set my body on fire, making my nipples hard and sensitive. It was like my senses were awakened for the very first time, as if for the first time in my life, I was finally alive.
With my eyes glued to the TV screen, I watched, enraptured, as David filmed this girl, Kara, as she dropped to her knees in front of him and began to put her mouth on him, sucking him hard and bobbing her head as if he was the most delicious lollipop she’d ever tasted.
“Fuck... I need some of that,” David’s friend growled from out of frame. I probably should have wondered what he was up to, but I couldn’t focus on anything but my stepbrother and the fact that I was actually seeing his insanely perfect, naked body right now.
David’s penis looked so thick and long as it jutted out towards the girl’s open mouth, glistening with her saliva. I wanted to be her so badly.
“Don’t be stingy now, Kara. Benny wants you to suck his cock too,” David told her sternly, running his fingers through her hair, urging her to release him from her mouth. “Show him what a good girl you are.”
“Don’t fucking call me Benny,
Davey
.” The two men shared a laugh, but Benny’s changed to a groan when Kara slid her tongue up the underside of his erection. “Fuck yeah, babe.”
“Girl knows how to suck a cock, that’s for sure.” David’s voice was rough with desire as he zoomed in closer to show what Kara was doing.
I watched in awe as her lips opened wide, taking in David’s friend so deep that she gagged a few times. I understood why David and Benny enjoyed her attention, but her enthusiasm surprised me. Was she
really
enjoying it?
It sure looked that way, but what did I know? As far as guys were concerned, I wasn’t exactly experienced, and up until that day, I had no idea how to please one sexually. Though I had to admit, after watching Kara slurp and suck, and squeeze and massage, it didn’t seem that difficult.
Maybe if I had someone to practice with...
I pondered briefly.
Someone with a nice big
cock
, like David’s...Oh god.
My thoughts were hazy as I continued to watch the trio, and when it looked like Benny had had enough, he nudged Kara away from his glistening cock, and sat on the edge of a bed I hadn’t noticed till then.
“Come here, baby girl,” Benny beckoned, curling his finger seductively, urging Kara to join him. I could hardly take my eyes off of him and the thick erection that jutted proudly from between his legs.
“You mind taking over from here?” David asked from behind the lens, but there was no response, only a brief shuffling in which the camera was handed off to a fourth person, someone who had yet to reveal themselves.
Who else was there?
Maybe it was a sign of my naivete, but I could hardly believe my stepbrother knew so many people who would want to take part in group sex. Of course I’d heard of orgies before, having briefly touched on the subject of the Roman Emperor
Caligula
in my European history class, but I never would have guessed that David would be the type to join in on one.
Once this other person had the camera, my stepbrother was free to join his friends on the bed. Judging by the way Benny’s hips were thrusting toward Kara’s, he appeared eager to begin and probably would have done so whether David was ready or not.
“You didn’t tell me how cute Kara’s pussy was, Dave,” Benny groaned as his fingers disappeared between the girl’s legs and she began to whimper in response to whatever he was doing. “Get a close up of it.”
The person behind the camera did as they were told and moved in closer, zooming in on a pair of bare, glistening lips just as a masculine hand moved in frame and began rubbing the little pink nub with his thumb.
“That feels good,” Kara moaned quietly, speaking for the first time since their threesome started.
Aroused and curious, I slipped my hand into my panties and was shocked to find them completely soaked, the fabric sticking to my body like a second skin. My pussy was hot and so sensitive that it almost seemed swollen, but it didn’t hurt. Not at all.
It felt good
. Really good.
“Playtime is over,” David said sternly, giving Kara a little swat on the ass. She squealed, sounding slightly childish, but began moving toward Benny, who was wearing a look of desperation on his handsome face. Quickly, Kara moved into position, straddling Benny, while David knelt beside them on the bed.
I watched, mesmerized, as Kara sunk down, her pussy wetly accepting the thick, sculpted head. Her petite body seemed to welcome the intrusion as she arched her back and slid down Benny’s cock till it was fully concealed within her.
A little moan escaped my lips as I watched her ride Benny, her body rocking on top of his in a slow, steady pace as if she was savoring the feeling of having him inside her.
The urge to know what she must be feeling quickly slid to the forefront of my thoughts, making me desperate for it. Without hesitation, I moved my fingers toward the soaked entrance, circling them around, testing myself before I allowed a single digit to slip inside.
Yes... but it’s not enough.
Needing more, I slid a second in, moaning a little as my body began to stretch to accommodate it, giving me a small taste of how good it could feel to have a nice thick cock stuffed inside me.
“That feel good, Kara? Is he fucking you hard enough?” David’s tone was rough and commanding, a side I’d never experienced before. But I wanted to.
He was so sexy, sexier than I ever imagined, and now all I could think about was riding his cock while he spoke to me in that stern, velvety voice.
Just as I began to wonder what role David would play next, he moved into position behind Kara and Benny, rubbing some clear liquid on himself as he guided his erection toward her pussy. When she realized he was getting closer, she somehow stopped moving.
What is he doing?
At first, I thought David was going to wait for her to slide off Benny’s cock so he could take a turn, just like before, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. David meant to enter her at the same time, only he was pushing against her other opening.
Oh god...
My mouth opened in shock as David slowly, gently pushed against her ass, sliding his cock into the tight hole until he was deep inside her. Once she was completely filled, her body easily accepting both men, the three of them began to move in tandem, sliding against each other, moaning and crying out.
Kara began to shake and whimper, but the sound wasn’t one of fear or pain, but of pleasure – pure pleasure.
My head was spinning, thoughts reeling out of control. I had never imagined anything like this in my life, never thought something so strange and primal could cloud my mind with such desire. As the scene continued, I began rubbing the little nub between my thighs harder and faster, not even knowing what I was doing but simply acting on instinct, working toward some unknown end until my legs began to feel like pins and needles and I was on the verge of falling off some invisible cliff.
“Fuck... I’m gonna fucking come soon,” David growled, his rough voice pushing me right over the edge, sending me spiraling into bliss as my body trembled helplessly, spasming hard as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down.
In a daze, I slid my sticky fingers from my soaked panties and watched as David pulled out of her, his shaft glistening as it twitched in his hand and a thick white substance began to spurt from the engorged tip, splattering like paint onto Kara’s butt and thighs.
Whoever was filming began to move in closer, zooming in on David’s release as it dribbled down toward Kara’s opening.
Not two seconds later, Benny was pulling out and squirting his release all over the girl’s glistening skin as well, coating her with it.
“I think my little Kara likes being covered in cum,” Benny said with a laugh as Kara ran a manicured finger through the thick white trail before lifting it to her mouth to have a taste.
Oh. My. God.
My fingers were back inside my panties in an instant. As erotic as it was, I was ready to watch the whole thing over again, and this time I was going to pretend that I was Kara, that I was the sexy girl that David and his friend were sharing.
I wanted to imagine what it was like to be fucked by two men at the same time.
At least until I heard Daddy calling from downstairs.
Frantically, I turned off David’s DVD player, deciding that I’d just have to come back up and watch it over again another time, preferably when my stepdad wasn’t home.
...
In the months that followed, I often found myself in my stepbrother’s room – whenever I was home alone. It was my new obsession, and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon, no matter how sick and depraved I knew I was for watching.
The following week, just a few days before my graduation, I knew that David would be coming home from college to spend the summer here with Daddy and me before it was time for both of us to pack up and leave for the fall semester – that was, if I managed to get a scholarship.
Though, after watching David’s tape over and over, I had a feeling I’d never be able to look at my stepbrother the same way again.
Briefly, I’d wondered what Daddy would think if he knew the dirty thoughts I had about his son, and for a split second, I even wondered if it would make him jealous. Realizing how ridiculous that thought sounded, I immediately chastised myself for even considering it.
Of course Daddy wouldn’t be jealous. He’d probably be upset and disappointed. He’d probably kick me out on my ass
.
Maybe I was delusional, but something inside me longed to know what Daddy would think about my new obsession. I kind of wanted him to be jealous, and I didn’t know what that said about me as a person.
Was I freak for wanting that kind of attention from my stepfather and stepbrother?
Probably, but it was hard not to want them both.
To me, Daddy and David were the hottest guys in the world, both of them equally sexy in their own way. Of course, Daddy was older and more distinguished, not to mention the fact that his dark hair was flecked with quite a bit of grey. He also wore clothes that were a bit more mature, like slacks and button up shirts, along with his reading glasses, while David had always been more of a jeans-and-a-t-shirt type guy.
I had to admit that even though he was close to twenty years older than David, Daddy looked every bit as good, especially for a man in his forties. With bodies like those, it was obvious that both men had won the lottery when it came to good genes.
Why my mother thought money was worth giving up a man like Daddy for some wrinkled old geezer, I’d never know.
It was her loss.
Not that it was my gain, though.
Yeah, I got to spend time with him every once in a while, but nothing ever happened other than the fact that he’d stare at me on occasion. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about all those times. Were his thoughts as depraved as my own? Doubtful.
I knew I had no right thinking about Daddy that way, or David for that matter, but I just couldn’t stop. It was as if David’s dirty movie had awakened something inside of me, something strange and new, erotic and wanton. It was like I was possessed.
...
I knew my desperation had reached an all-time low when I came down for breakfast one Saturday morning, freshly showered and dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and a short, silky robe that had once belonged to my mother.
My wet hair was pulled back with a clip so it wouldn’t get in the way as I cooked breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast – Daddy’s favorite.
Ever since he’d gone through the trouble, a week earlier, of making me a special breakfast for my eighteenth birthday, I’d been trying to think of a way to show my gratitude. That simple act of generosity, and sweetness, was like his way of telling me I was welcome there, even though I was legally an adult, he wasn’t going to shove me out the door to fend for myself.