Socially Unacceptable (9 page)

“I need more, baby,” Seth said, but when she
couldn’t tug his cock any faster, he growled a tense groan, and
suddenly hammered into her to make her quake faster. In a second,
he threw his cock up into her core, and slammed against her depth.
A burst of exhilarating lust rocked through her body. He quickly
powered into her again, giving her another amazing tremor of
ecstasy before the first one subsided. He rammed into her so hard
and fast that her euphoria stacked on top of one another, and she
screamed with impossible mounting pleasure. Her pussy wet his cock
and she couldn’t stop screaming to his every lunge.

“DADDY! GIVE IT TO ME!”

They went at it hard, and pounded deep with
ravenous thrusts and threw her ass down onto his cock when she
bounced on his girth. Finally he pushed her hips down one last
time, gripped her ass cheek in his hand, and pulled it up while he
withdrew; her delicate skin of her virgin opening stretched and
tugged his rigid shaft.

“Fuck, baby, I love it! Am I in the right
spot? Is this where you want daddy?”

“YES,” she cried, “GIVE IT TO ME!”

He took her arm and tucked it under her
knees, and had her pull them to her chest. Bending add extra strain
on his shaft. The strokes were suddenly as tight as the moment he
penetrated. With sexy dominance he pinned her hip down under his
palm, and thrust into her. He burrowed into her passage and struck
her depth with an orgasmic bite. He forced her to take his cock,
and let him fill her with thrilling strikes. She held onto his arm,
and tried keeping her pussy perfectly still for him as he rammed
into her, but he threw her upward with his hips and jostled her
wildly. His head smacked her opening before driving into her tense
tunnel.

“YES! LIKE THAT! GIVE IT TO ME HARD!”

“I can do it better,” he said with a cocky
grin.

Then he opened her legs wide, and she rolled
onto her back. He shoved into her, and with her pussy spread, he
hit with remarkable strength. He rolled his whole body to lay into
her. “DADDY!” she screamed at his first punch.

“I know, baby!” he called out, and she could
hear his pleasure. He pounded her pussy with rough, long strokes,
hammering into the couch with his cock. He stroked all the right
spots, grazing a pleasure point just inside her opening and then
slammed into her cervix. Soon his body glistened with sweat from
driving into her with impressive stamina.

They watched his thick cock plunge in balls
deep. He skimmed her bra and sleeves down her elbows to pin them to
her sides, and once he moved her where he could see everything, he
began to plow into her with vigor he could no longer hold back.

“I FUCKING LOVE IT! DADDY! I LOVE IT!”

He rapidly rammed into her, and she screamed
while cupping her tits in her hands and pinching her nipples. “No,
let me see you!” he growled, and he swiped her hands away. The
brief squeeze on her pink tits gave her the added stimulation she
needed. Their skin smacked together; he slapped against her clit.
Warm tingles overheated her body.

“I’M SO CLOSE!” They clapped together one
last time, and the sensation threw her into the throes of an
orgasm. She gripped the couch and screamed. Every muscle in her
body tightened, and she could feel her core bearing down on his
cock. “DADDY!” He plowed into her and watched her convulse to the
pleasure he gave her.

“Shit! Baby, squeeze me tight!”

She couldn’t anymore. As suddenly as the
climax came, it went, but not before leaving her feeling breathless
and satisfied. Right when the powerful peak released her and she
eased, he leisurely pumped.

She smiled up at him, which quickly turned
into a giggle. She couldn’t believe they just went at it hard like
they needed to for some time. “Did you like that?” he asked, and
laid all his weight on her.

“I don’t think like is a strong enough
word.”

He grinned, and rocked over her slowly, but
soon he was thrusting into her so hard that his weight was pushing
all the air out of her. The springs buckled under her, and his
turbulent punches worked her wet walls to tacky tugs. She went from
soaking to sticky like honey in seconds. Then suddenly his strokes
pulled perfectly. Her tight core squeezed him enough that she
worked up his excitement again in a few thrusts.

“Fuck, baby!” He shivered and shook and the
smallest movement overwhelmed him. He sucked air into his clinched
teeth and then loudly groaned the entire time he jetted out hot
spurts in her depth. And because she wanted to squeeze out every
last drop, she ground him against her back wall. “Shit! Don’t move,
baby!” he begged as more semen shot into her core. Then he jerked
out in one slick pull before holding his head over her stomach.
Without a tight, virgin pussy bearing down around him, he
apparently could be rougher with his cock because he spanked his
glistening dick with long, fast swipes to expel more cream onto her
flat tummy.

They both watched each other as he ejaculated
on her. They grinned because of what they had done and there was no
denying it. Seth rubbed in his pearly drops into her belly, and
then caressed her opening where his seed leaked out. He smeared it
onto her nub, and between taking long glances of his head rubbing
her deflowered sex, he said, “I guess we got carried away,
huh?”

She smiled, greatly relieved he brought it up
so it wasn’t an awkward secret until the next time they fooled
around, because they’d unquestionably do it again.

“I don’t have any regrets.”

“Yeah? Even thought I didn’t wear a condom,
and ejaculated in you?”

“I’m sure it’s fine. It happens in the heat
of the moment. Right?”

“Right.” He smiled, and then quickly kissed
her. They shared a long, spicy roll of their tongues, and the
entire time they remained locked together, his cock stiffened
between her legs.

“I’d like to cum in you in the heat of the
moment again,” he said, and when she gave her consent. He stood up
and held out his hand for her. She followed him, not sure what he
had in mind until he started kissing her again at the end the couch
and started wrenching his jeans down his hips. He bent her over the
armrest and peeled her skirt from her hips. “We should do this
properly this time—naked!”

As Seth had her pinned between the couch and
a hard place, and he worked her throbbing clit with his cockhead,
her cell phone rang beside her.

This time when Genie reached for it, she
meant to turn it off. But Seth ensnared her wrists and heaved her
up to his chest so his hot stomach warmed the cool of her back. “If
you let your friends get in between us, I’m throwing your phone
away,” he threatened unnecessarily. Although he growled and clearly
meaning it, his bossy demands didn’t make her crumble to his
commands. Now that she understood why he enforced such strict rules
and claimed her all to himself, his orders made her wet. “I’m
spending as much time with you tonight as I want, and you can’t see
your friends again until I’m done exploring your body—even if it
takes days.”

She pushed her ass up against his dick, and
since kissing meant so much more that night, she challenged him
while looking at him over her shoulder: “Kiss my ass!” And he did;
he fucked it perfectly hard.

Discovering Daisy

Watching television always felt like a huge
waste of time. Daisy took three advanced classes for her senior
year, plus two foreign languages. It wasn’t her habit to idly sit
around, but her stepbrother, Will, liked to unwind. For years, he
made sure her life had adventure and enjoyment, probably because
before him, she never had any.

Her strict father gave her an expensive
education and in return expected her to achieve perfection; if she
didn’t, she’d be trucked off to boarding school. Thankfully,
though, her mom couldn’t bear the thought of Daisy being away for
months. Ultimately her mom divorced her overbearing father for that
very reason. Four years later, Daisy’s mom married Will’s dad and
never regretted the decision.

Since then, her stepbrother introduced her to
the more enjoyable things; he connected her to the world and taught
her to be a little wild. Suddenly Daisy didn’t exist for constant
self-improvement. Will overlooked her uptight, know-it-all
personality, and cared about her enough to chip away her walls, and
eventually became her best friend. Daisy didn’t know how badly she
wanted to let loose until seeing how easily Will convinced her. And
these days, he could persuade her into almost anything.

“Do guys really think about sex every seven
seconds?” Daisy asked off the top of her head, because at the
moment she was more interested in Will’s thoughts than the sexual
music video they watched. Before it came on, they were engrossed in
a conversation, but then a suggestively clad celebrity stole his
attention.

“Huh?” he uttered, distracted by the curves
of sexy dancers.

He stared straight ahead with his dark hair
wisped to one side. He had a nice profile, but then Will was
handsome and dressed suave to compliment his good looks. He wasn’t
always so polished, but after her wealthy mother started dating
Will’s dad, she bought the two men new wardrobes. Now days, her
stepbrother always smelt like some exotic, sweet herb, wore
fashionable clothes, and obsessed over his body since he wasn’t the
only one seeing it naked. He also wore a platinum band on his
finger like he was tied down in a happy marriage, which didn’t seem
to fit his eighteen-year-old heartthrob image, but Will always
liked what he liked. He made no apologies about wearing short
sleeves or tee shirts with ties, bulky watches, and sandals by the
pool instead of driving moccasins, no matter how hard of a time
Daisy gave him.

Finally ready to listen, he turned his head
toward her. “What’s that?”

“Do guys really think about sex every six or
seven seconds?”

“Nah,” he quickly replied. “That’s never been
true. It’s more like some nineteen/twenty times a day. Personally,
though, I think about fucking more often than that. When I do think
about sex, I’m all over that subject until it’s exhausted.” He
glanced at the television, and she could see his struggle between
deciding to talk about sex with her or look at the wet booty shake
off water droplets. “Why? Do girls think about it a lot?” He wagged
his eyebrows, making her laugh.

“No.” At least she didn’t think about it a
ton. School, swim meets, sleeping, and eating were her most visited
subjects.

“I’d say, when I’m between girls like I am
now, I jack off three times a day—twice at night and once every
morning shower. So, I’d say I think about sex a healthy
amount.”

Unlike her, Will already lost his virginity
and since then had been with a few girls. Having experience, he
easily talked about sex; although, they both knew she didn’t want
details.

One hot summer day Daisy bullied him into
telling her the nitty-gritty. She demanded an explanation why he
made her wait in his car so he could drill some slut. His reasoning
was he had to clean out his pipes because she looked irresistibly
sexy in a skimpy, crystalline bikini. But Daisy recognized flattery
to cover a lie; his smooth talking didn’t work with her. Daisy was
livid. He made her look like a fool. She happily told him to take
his time and she’d be fine in the sweltering car, all the while
thinking he talked with a buddy. So when she found out he slipped
inside some vaguely familiar house for a quickie, they fought ugly
the entire way out to the lake.

Regrettably, it took them a year to figure
out they got along best if he didn’t share her time with another
girl. Daisy willingly chose to be ignorant, and that worked for
them. Will didn’t give her names, specifics, or let her know how
many times he slept with the same girl. Last she heard, her
stepbrother didn’t claim dating anyone. Will just kept the same
unknown college girl around, and whenever she got serious he’d keep
a distance until they were back to casually fucking again.

But when it came to Will, hearing how often
he touched himself interested her. There were questions she wanted
to ask, but blatantly inquiring which hand he used, if he stroked
himself dry or lubricated, and where did he cum seemed too
intrusive. They worked up to such questions when they had these
talks. Sometimes they grilled each other out of curiosity. He asked
her how far she’d gone with other guys, what she wanted to try, how
she pleasured herself, and what thrilled her most. They said lots
of intimate things during these conversations, but they were close
that way. Holding nothing back is how they became best friends, and
they both treasured the connection they had.

“How many times in a day do you play with
yourself? And don’t lie, Daisy, I know you do it.”

“
A day
?” She snorted. “I don’t touch
myself every day. It’s more like once a week, but during the
summer, I like to fall asleep every night after a few orgasms. I
can have four in a row.”

“Daisy, you should really do it more often to
stretch out your hymen or your first time will really hurt.”

“Oh, you mean
go in
? No! I don’t do
that. I tried once and couldn’t get it in far it hurt so badly.”
She shivered, thinking of the pain. “I’ll
never
attempt that
again. I can’t inflict that kind of torture on myself. My boyfriend
will have to do that.”

He turned toward her, lifted his knee up onto
the couch, and rested it between them. The posture was stiff, and
suddenly he was greatly invested. “You don’t have a boyfriend,” he
said. “I’d know. I mean you’re not sneaking him around like you
make me do, are you?”

“I meant when I start dating…”

He let out a strained laugh like he wasn’t
relieved, but she didn’t know why he tried hiding he cared. Daisy
never made it a secret she got jealous. They were brother and
sister, and no one was ever supposed to get between them—ever. The
saying goes blood is thicker than water; and even though Will and
Daisy weren’t real siblings, they still had the same rights to
intensely protective streaks.