My Other Daddy the Complete Series by Carl East

another,
although I knew that in reality a small barrier of skin separated
them both. Then I felt a cock touching my face cheek, and looked to
see Gregory kneeling to one side and presenting me with his now
fully erect cock.
    I took it into my mouth and sucked it
in. I sighed deeply in pleasure, as I was now in heaven; it was
everything I thought it would be. I’d been having this fantasy for
years, even before I first had sex. To feel what that fantasy was
like for real, was more than just exciting it was climatic. The
grunts and groans of pleasure filled the room and I couldn’t
believe how wet I was becoming. Mr. Booth and Damien seemed to be
fighting for position, until they got into a rhythm. Mr. Booth
would go in and Damien would come out. Once they were coordinated,
they fucked me harder and I could barely contain myself.
    I was like an animal as I sucked the
cock in my mouth deeper and felt it brushing the back of my throat.
My hardened nipples were rubbing against Mr. Booth’s chest, which
was making me tingle all over. I couldn’t believe that they were
all going so deep and with each new stroke from each of them I felt
my second orgasm approaching. When it hit, my pussy muscles tried
to grip the cock inside me. However, they were pounding me so hard
I could do little to stop them. I came so hard it made the room
spin and just at the peak of my climax, I felt Gregory’s seed
exploding into the back of my throat.
    I sucked him hard and long and milked
him for all he was worth. I kept sucking long after he’d finished
cumming and within minutes, he was hard again. He stayed inside my
mouth, only this time he started to rock back and forth, as if he
was fucking my mouth. Damien was the next to cum and he too emptied
his load inside me. I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t had enough
yet, and called out as Mr. Booth carried on fucking me.
    “ Fuck me harder, I need
more!” I shouted, as the cock in my mouth came out
briefly.
    They redoubled their efforts and the
sounds of lust filled the room, as they continued to work my
drenched holes. I would’ve done anything to capture all of this on
film, as I wondered what it would look like as an observer. Then
Mr. Booth came and called out as he buried his cock as deep as it
would go. I tried to grind my pussy onto it, but that only put
Damien off his stroke.
    When I came again, it was followed by
little aftershocks of pleasure. They seemed like tremors, which
started at my feet and worked their way up to my crotch. By the
time they were done with me that night, I had man seed all over me.
It was on my neck, in my hair and down my thighs. I could’ve cared
less though, as I’d experienced something that will stay with me
for the rest of my life.
    I still see Mr. Booth occasionally and
the memories of what we did together are still burned into my
brain. Whether or not I will ever find a person, who can perform as
he did in the sack, remains to be seen.
     
    The End
     

 
    About the Author
     
    I was born in Hull,
England. I’ve been writing for some years now mainly for the
pleasure of it all but with the advent of self-publishing I’ve
entered a completely new world. I hope you enjoy my stories as much
as I enjoyed writing them. If so, I’d love to read a review from
you just to show me that you did at least enjoy the
story.