Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Ooooh,” she cries out. “Oh yeah.”
Finally, they subside too, and there are some muffled giggles as well as a fond slap on her bottom as George pulls out.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispers. “You just got buttfucked hard.”
“I know, and my ass is going to be sore later, so go easy on me, okay?” she mewls flirtatiously. “It’s going to be red, definitely, so you’ll have to kiss it to make it better. Later though, not now. Maybe after practice we can go off in the woods and find a spot. Or we can use your truck again, Daddy. The sleeping bags you brought were such a good idea.”
I remain perfectly still because it’s totally clear that Romy and George were so engrossed in their sex play that they didn’t even notice that Stan and I got it on. Yet, my man gently kisses the back of my neck before settling one big hand possessively on the curve of my waist. His seed is hot and sticky all over my lower half, and his muscular chest hard and heated as he presses against my back. Yet, I feel comfortable and content, even as anticipation sizzles through my veins again. After all, Stan and I have broken through the first barrier with our uninhibited actions … but will we take our romp to the next level?
7
Stan
Oh shit. I did what I’d always promised myself that I wouldn’t do. I’d vowed in my head that I wouldn’t lay hands on my beautiful ward because what would that make me? A dirty old man, for sure. Not only that, but our relationship is suspect because Piper is a woman who depends on me. We’re in a position of trust, and I’ve violated my responsibility to the sweet girl.
I shake my head while sitting on the bleachers, stuck in a morass of conflict and despair. Meanwhile, Romy and Piper are practicing on the field as a couple of the chaperones watch. George is right next to me, enjoying the view as the girls kick high in the air, showing off their nubile bodies.
“It doesn’t get better than this, does it?” he muses, more to himself than anyone as those blue eyes survey his stepdaughter’s bodacious form. Sure enough, Romy kicks especially high then, and I literally see George lick his lips as he stares at those jiggling boobies, not to mention the secret spot between her legs.
I merely sigh as my shoulders slump.
“How do you do it, man?” I ask in a low voice. We’re sitting far enough away from the other parents so that they can’t overhear, but still. There’s no sense in giving ourselves away, especially seeing that we’d probably be reported to the police for our actions. But George seems relatively unconcerned.
“How I do what?” he asks, still staring hungrily at his beautiful brat. “What do you mean?”
I stare at him.
“You must be shitting me. You know Piper and I can hear you and Romy at night.”
He laughs, totally unconcerned.
“Yeah? Does it turn you on?”
That just makes my shoulders slump again.
“It does,” I admit in a low tone. “It makes me want to jump Piper, and in fact, I kind of did last night. I mean, I didn’t put it into her or anything, but I slipped her panties off while she slept and then jerked off between her pussy lips.”
George grins, his eyes dancing.
“So how did it make you feel?”
Goddamn, this asshole knows my weak spots.
“It was fucking hot, man. I bust a nut so hard I was seeing stars, and I didn’t even put it in her.”
He chuckles, blue eyes still fixed on the brats prancing below us.
“Fuck yeah. Where was I during all this?”
I stare at him again.
“You were busy ass-fucking your stepdaughter, bro. You were too caught up in your own shit to pay attention.”
The other man merely shrugs, not at all offended.
“Yeah, Romy’s ass needed a tune-up,” he muses to himself, still staring at his beautiful girl. “But damn, it felt good and it’s so fucking tight back there too. The grip of her tiny asshole is incredible. I swear, if you get a chance with Piper—”
That’s when I stop him.
“No, that’s what I’m trying to say,” I say in a low, urgent voice. “I mean, what the fuck are we doing? We’re two men in our forties who’ve got the hots for young, nubile women in their teens. Not only that, but these two women are literally in our care. I mean, you were married to Romy’s mom, whereas Piper’s mom was my high school classmate.”
George nods, and finally turns to me.
“Yeah, I get what you’re saying. The optics are bad,” he concedes. “But Romy and I are discreet. I mean, we don’t parade what we’re doing in front of the world to see. I’m sure we will at some point, but not before she graduates high school.”