Taboo | Cheating with my Stepfather | Gang Bang
My Stepfather and His Friends Teach Me Exactly What I Am — A Hole For Their Cocks
“Fuck, you’re such a greedy little whore,” he growled, thrusting into my ass with a possessive force that made me see stars.
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Claire
As Donal helped me out from under the poker table, swiping his thumb through a glob of cum on my cheek, I glanced at Matt’s wife, my heart pounding. She didn’t look upset that I’d just been sucking her husband’s cock, and I wondered why she was here. I hoped she wouldn’t join in. I wanted those four cocks all to myself.
“Get on the table,” Donal ordered, his voice firm and demanding. I obeyed, feeling a shiver run down my spine as he lifted me onto the table, spreading me out on my back. The cold surface contrasted with the heat building inside me.
He pulled out a knife and cut a slice in the front of my tank top, baring my breasts, then tore my skirt completely off of me. “Little whore,” he murmured, his eyes holding a warm affection that didn’t match his dirty words. He grabbed my ass, hauling me to the edge of the poker table, then spreading my legs wide. He eyed Matt first.
“Fuck her,” Donal commanded. Matt wasted no time in positioning himself between my legs. He was rock hard from my earlier cock sucking, and dragged the head of his bare cock through my folds, teasing me. The other men held my legs open, giving Matt full access to my dripping pussy. But Matt waited, still teasing me.
“Please,” I whispered, widening my eyes.
“You’re right, she is a slut,” Matt said. Without warning, =he plunged his thick cock into me, showing no mercy as he began fucking me with wild abandon. My body quivered beneath him, my nails digging into the edges of the table.
“James, you’re up,” Donal said, a wicked glint in his eye. “Since you came too early, you’ll have to pleasure her with your mouth. Lick her tits while Matt fucks her.” James hesitated for a moment.
“But my cum,” he stuttered, eying the mess he’d made of my shirt.
“Lick her fucking tits,” Donal growled, and surprisingly, the other man complied. I gasped as his tongue flicked over my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy as the tight sensation of being spread open by a big cock drove my arousal higher and higher. It felt so wrong, yet so incredibly right.
“God, she’s so tight,” Matt grunted, his thrusts growing more forceful. I could barely think, my mind consumed by the sensations coursing through me. My hips bucked against him, desperate for more, but Tyler and Donal were holding me down, their fingers digging into my inner thighs. I didn’t mind — I craved their touch, their control over me.
“Fill her up, Matt,” Donal urged, his voice husky with desire. He was stroking his own cock, watching us intently. His gaze burned into me, making me feel like a prized possession.
“Please, Donal,” I gasped, reaching out for him. My fingers curled around his cock, needing the connection to my stepfather as Matt’s thrusts became more erratic. The pleasure of having my tits sucked by James while Matt filled me was nearly overwhelming.
“Fuck, Claire,” Donal growled, fucking my hand in time to Matt’s thrusts. “You look so fucking perfect like this.”
“Can’t hold it,” Matt grunted and with a final, deep thrust, he came inside me. I clenched around him, so close to orgasm, but it was too soon. I wanted more. He pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and desperate.
“Your turn, Tyler,” Donal said, and Tyler didn’t hesitate, stepping up to take Matt’s place between my legs.
“Shit, she’s beautiful,” Tyler murmured just before pushing into me. His thick cock stretched me further than I thought possible, making my whole body shake. I arched up, screaming, as he began to fuck me hard.
“Good girl,” Donal whispered, his eyes blazing with lust. “Take it all.”
“God, Donal,” I panted, my nails digging into his forearm as I struggled to keep my grip on his cock. “I need you… Please…”
“Tell me what you want, baby,” he demanded, knowing full well how much I loved submitting to him.
“Use me, own me,” I begged, my voice broken by the force of Tyler’s thrusts. “Make me your dirty little slut.”
“Damn right,” he growled, his hand tightening in my hair. “You’re going to be such a good little toy for us, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, Donal,” I stammered, my mind reeling from the intensity of the sensations coursing through me. My body was no longer mine; I belonged to them, and the thought sent a shiver down my spine.
“Keep going,” he urged Tyler. “I want her soaked in our cum.”
“Fuck yes,” Tyler agreed, his thrusts growing more brutal, making me cry out with each one. The pain mixed with the pleasure, and I knew that I was irrevocably changed by this experience. There would be no going back from here.
“My perfect little slut,” Donal breathed into my ear, his voice thick with emotion.
“Enough,” Donal commanded, and Tyler pulled out of me with a gasp. I felt empty without him, my body trembling with need. Donal hoisted me up like I weighed nothing, holding me between them as Tyler pushed back deep inside my pussy.
“God, Claire,” Tyler groaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Spread those legs wider for us,” Donal ordered, gripping my hip with one hand while positioning himself at the entrance of my ass. Tyler grabbed my thighs, holding me open. The taboo thrill of being taken by both men sent shivers down my spine, and I eagerly complied, spreading my legs as far apart as I could.
“Please, Donal,” I whimpered, desperate to feel him reclaim his territory, to remind me that no matter how many cocks filled me, I was his slut first and foremost. “I need you.”
“Fuck, you’re such a greedy little whore,” he growled, thrusting into my ass with a possessive force that made me see stars. I was so filled up, both men taking up every inch of space inside me, and I bucked between them, lost in the pleasure of it.
“Take it, baby girl,” he grunted, pounding me relentlessly as Tyler’s thick cock slammed into my pussy in perfect sync with Donal’s in my ass. The feeling of being stretched and filled by both men was indescribable, and I knew I would crave this again and again. What would happen when my mother got home? How could I give up her husband now that I’d had him like this?
“More,” I moaned, my voice barely audible over the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and our ragged breathing. “Please… I need more.”
“Greedy fucking slut,” Donal snarled, his grip on my hips bruisingly tight as he drove deeper into me. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used like a fucktoy by your stepfather and his friends?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, my head spinning from the sensory overload. “Please, Donal… Use me. Ruin me.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as he continued to pound into me.
“Come for us, Claire,” Tyler urged, his voice strained with effort. “Show us what a good little slut you are.”
The pleasure was so intense that I almost blacked out, wave after wave of orgasms washing over me like a tsunami. My body shook uncontrollably as I screamed their names, drowning in the ecstasy of being owned and used by these powerful men.
My body trembled as the waves of my climax slowly ebbed away. Tyler’s thick cock continued to stretch and fill my pussy, his thrusts growing more erratic until he finally let out a guttural moan and I felt the hot rush of his cum filling me up.
“Fuck, that was incredible,” he panted, pulling out of me with a satisfied grin. As his seed began to drip from my swollen lips, Donal wasted no time in shoving me down onto the armchair. He positioned himself behind me, gripping my hips tightly as he slammed his cock back into my already sore asshole.
“Such a needy girl,” Donal growled in my ear as he railed into me without mercy. “Taking all those cocks like a pro.”
“Please, Donal… more,” I gasped, my fingers digging into the armrests as I braced myself against his powerful thrusts. The pain and pleasure mingled together, driving me further and further towards the edge of insanity.
“Look at you,” he sneered, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. “Begging for it like the desperate whore you are.”
As Donal continued to fuck my ass, I could hardly catch my breath. Everything seemed to blur together — the sound of my own moans, the rough fabric of the chair beneath me, and the sensation of being relentlessly used by these men who barely knew me. Soon, he was exploding, leaving another load of cum deep inside my ass.
“Time for James to take over,” Donal announced, pulling out of me with a wet pop. My body instinctively protested the loss of his thickness, but before I could even register the emptiness, James stepped forward. His hooked cock pressed against my still-slick entrance before plunging deep inside. A new wave of pleasure washed over me as he stroked my clit in time with his thrusts, making me moan and squirm against the armchair.
“Look at her, James,” Donal said with a wicked grin. “She needs that cock.”
“Damn, she’s tight,” James grunted as he began to pound into me with reckless abandon, his hooked cock hitting that sweet spot inside of me again and again. I could feel my body responding, a new climax building rapidly as I struggled to keep up with the relentless pace he set.
“Come on, Claire,” James urged, his voice strained with effort as he continued to claim my ass. “Take it, just like you took the others.”
“Fuck… yes,” I moaned, my nails digging into the armrests as my orgasm broke over me like a tidal wave, leaving me panting and desperate for more. With a final thrust, James groaned and emptied himself deep inside me, adding his cum to the mix already coating my battered hole.
“Good girl,” Donal murmured approvingly as I lay there, spent and gasping for breath. “You took them all like a true slut.”
I lay there, my body trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure, as James withdrew his cock from my ass. My gaze locked with Aria’s from across the room, her green eyes wide and filled with a hunger I hadn’t seen before. Matt approached me again, his thick cock bobbing with anticipation.
“Ready for another round, Claire?” he asked, his voice heavy with lust.
“Y-yes,” I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away from Aria’s intense gaze. A wicked grin spread across Matt’s face as he lifted me down to the plush living room rug and flipped me onto my back, my legs falling open wide on either side of him. He wasted no time in plunging his cock back into my pussy, which was still sensitive and dripping with his and Tyler’s cum.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Matt groaned, pounding into me with wild abandon. The sound of his thrusts echoed through the room, mingling with my moans and the soft panting of Aria as she watched us intently.
“Fuck, Matt… please… harder…” I begged, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders as he obliged, driving into me with even more force. My eyes remained locked with Aria’s, the taboo thrill of being used by her husband making my pleasure all the more intense.
“Come on, Claire. Let Aria see how much you love getting fucked like this,” Matt growled, his breath hot against my ear. His words sent shivers down my spine, and I felt another orgasm building deep within me.
“Y-yes… fuck me, Matt… let her watch,” I panted, my body writhing beneath him as he continued to slam into me. Aria’s eyes never left mine, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling rapidly with her eager breaths.
“Aria, you want to be a dirty slut like Claire?” Matt grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his own climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and came all over my stomach and chest, his hot cum splattering across my skin.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” Matt panted, collapsing onto the floor beside me. My body still shook with pleasure, my mind reeling from the intensity of being used in front of Aria. As Matt caught his breath, he glanced up at his wife and smirked.
“Enjoy the show, babe?” he asked, a playful edge to his voice. Aria’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she nodded, clearly turned on by the scene that had played out before her.
“More than you know,” she purred, her eyes flicking back to mine for a brief moment before she returned her attention to the ongoing poker game. Matt hauled himself off the floor and followed suit, leaving me there to recover. He leaned down and gave his wife a passionate kiss, and she took his flaccid cock, slick with Tyler’s cum and my juices, into her mouth, licking him clean.
I lay there, my shirt drenched in sweat and cum, pushed aside to expose my tits. My skirt was destroyed, leaving me exposed for all to see. My pussy throbbed, leaking cum down my thighs and onto the rug as my heart raced with the memory of what had just happened.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice shaky with lust. I couldn’t resist the urge to touch myself, my fingers dipping between my legs to tease my sensitive clit. I watched the men, Donal included, laughing and carrying on with their game as if nothing had happened. It made me feel dirty — like a used up whore — and I loved it.
“Having fun, Claire?” Donal’s gravelly voice startled me from my lustful stupor. His eyes were dark with desire, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“Y-yeah,” I stammered, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his gaze. “Can’t you tell?”
“Come on, baby girl,” he said, breaking off his participation in the game. He squatted down, scooped me up into his arms, and carried me upstairs. The other men barely glanced our way. They were satisfied and too engrossed in their cards and booze to care.
As we entered the bathroom, Donal set me down on the cool tile floor, his eyes raking over my wrecked clothes and stained skin. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the lines of drying cum that adorned my body.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “You’re such a filthy little slut for daddy and his friends, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir,” I breathed, my cheeks burning with shame and arousal.
“Good girl,” he praised, guiding me towards the mirror. He made me stand there, forcing me to confront my reflection — the image of a wanton whore staring back at me. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that I had given in to my darkest desires and allowed myself to be used for their pleasure.
“See this?” Donal asked, rubbing the cum into my skin as if it were some kind of perverse lotion. “This is what you are now. You’re mine to do with as I please.” His words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me that begged to be stoked.
“Fuck,” I moaned, my eyes locked on our reflection. “I never knew I could be so… dirty.”
“Dirty?” Donal chuckled, his hands roaming over my body as he continued to work the cum into my skin. “No, baby girl. You’re not just dirty — you’re absolutely filthy. And I fucking love it.”
The shower’s steam enveloped us, the sound of water splashing against the tiles filled my ears. Donal guided me under the warm spray, rivulets cascading down my body, washing away the remnants of our debauchery. The heat seeped into my skin, soothing my aching muscles.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, his breath hot on my ear. I obeyed without question, feeling his large hands gently lathering soap across my shoulders and chest. His fingers traced every inch, spreading the foam over my breasts and down my stomach, lingering over the tender flesh between my legs.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, as he continued to clean me, unhooking the handheld showerhead and running it over my soapy skin. His words coaxed a shudder from my lips, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was to come.
“Please, sir,” I whimpered, the need in my voice palpable. “I want you.”
“Patience,” he admonished, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. “Let me take care of you first.”
His fingers worked their way up my inner thighs, parting my slick folds to rinse away traces of the other men who had used me earlier. My body trembled under his touch, craving more than just cleanliness — I craved possession.
“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice firm. I complied, pressing my back against the warm tiles as he continued to wash me. His strong hands roamed over my buttocks, soaping and rinsing with meticulous care, before moving down to my legs.
“Spread your legs for me,” he commanded, and I did so willingly, the water streaming down my thighs as he knelt before me. His hands explored my most intimate areas with careful attention, ensuring that the cum was washed away.
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the din of the shower.
“Are you ready for me now?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“More than anything,” I breathed, my heart racing in anticipation.
“Good,” he growled, lifting me off my feet and pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, our lips crashing together in a desperate, hungry kiss.
“Thank you,” he whispered between kisses, his cock teasing at my entrance. “For being so fucking sexy.”
“Please,” I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t need any further prompting. In one swift motion, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. A moan tore from my throat as he fucked me against the shower wall, the water streaming down around us as he reclaimed what was his.
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