Aubrey (Dahlia Daggerheart) vs. Jennifer “The Better Woman”
Preface by Jennifer: Ok, sooo this one is super short, a little messy as it started as tiny comments that just got more and more in depth, and it is NASTY as fuck.
Read at your own PEEERRRIIILLLL…..
Aubrey: Tell me you want it. Tell me that you want to fight me for your dad’s cock, Jenn.
Aubrey: I want to make you watch me have your dad’s cock, Jenn
Jennifer: And I want, after I’ve beaten you, to watch him choke you with his dick before he joins me on the floor and fucks me, slowly and deeply beside you.
Aubrey: I want to watch him stretch your pretty little mouth with his big dick, telling you the whole time how it’s my pussy that he wants. That he wants to blast his hot cum into me! I say as you and I stare at each other from either side of the dinner table. Your dad listening.
You like showing off that ass of yours for him, don’t you, Jenn?
Jennifer: No more than you do, Aubrey.
Aubrey: I like to do it, Jenn. And I like to make sure you remember that I have it
Jennifer: To try and show me which of us has the better ass. The ass Daddy wants more
Aubrey: Yes, Jenn. We both know he loves a hot ass.
So I’m trying to make him feel it’s mine
Jennifer: Just as I am trying to convince him it’s mine. Day after day. Night after night.
Aubrey: Walking past him, slowly, dragging my round cheeks across his crotch, bending over in front of him. Maybe even standing next to you, giving your a shove with mine
Jennifer: Both of us sitting on either side of him on the couch. Our hands slowly and teasingly moving up his thighs and to his zipper. Neither of us against the idea of working together to seduce him, as long as when the time comes we can fight for him
Aubrey: Licking our lips as we slowly lower his zipper, our fingers lightly tracing over his bulge.
Jennifer: Our hunger for the competition stronger than even his libido
Aubrey: But the tension growing. He knows we want to fight for him. Give him pleasure by cooperating. But also by competing over who can claim his cock this time.
Jennifer: The zipper comes down, and we both reach. His cock pops out just in time for our hands to clasp around it and our fingers on either side to lace
Aubrey: Licking my red lips as we both stroke him
Jennifer: But now, with the prize so close, our eyes lock and we begin to glare. Each of us promising to claim him for ourselves.
Aubrey: My eyes carefully watching yours, I slowly, deliberately lean down and kiss the fat tip. We’re both in our knees, backs arched so we are thrusting our tits forward and sticking our asses up.
Jennifer: Further and further we sink into our focus on each other, when we hear Daddy ask us. Take your tops off. I want to see which of you gives a better tit-fuck.
Aubrey: I don’t look at him, just you. But I undo my halter top and expose my pale white tits.
Jennifer: Hearing him, and wanting to please him, I too pull down my top. Letting my sun-kissed breasts come free as I lean in deep to meet you. Our breasts meeting and pressing together on either side of my father’s cock. Our foreheads pressed together and eyes fused as I hiss at you. “These are Daddy’s tits, Aubrey.”
Aubrey: I shiver as my nipples meet yours. I don’t allow my expression to change, but we both know our rivalry is taking over. We don’t grab at our tits. That would hide our firmness. I rolls my shoulders forward and my upper arms provide pressure, making my mounds bulge around his thickness. We both slowly rock up and down, our knees and hips moving us. “These are daddy’s tits now, Jenn.”
Jennifer: With every second that passes we sink deeper into our mirrored position of pleasing. Our natural, youthful breasts surrounding the cock between us, as together and in unison we rise and then lower, again and again. And though it is true we do not use our hands to cup our breasts, I use mine to reach for yours. My eyes breaking free of our gaze just to look down at your lips. The pull of them and our closeness almost too much to bear.
Aubrey: I try to keep my expression neutral, both of us falling into the role of serving almost as if we were groomed to it. Beneath his legs, hidden by our chests, we grip hands. My lower lip quivers just a bit as we lean forward, my gaze flicking down to see your lips. Your dad moans from pleasure, both by the sensation of our rubbing breasts and by the struggle we are engaged in to keep our control. He can sense our growing need to fight, to lock bodies and continue the struggle that we both need and can never complete. He smiles, forcing us to wait just a little longer.
Jennifer: Again and again father pounds his cock between our tits. He, even in his pleasure aware of the tension and need growing between us. It’s a need he wants us to have. NEEDS us to have. And so he stokes it. Delays our gratification. To the point where he begins to thrust upward with his hips. Driving the tip of his cock past the tops of our breasts and then just between our trembling lips. Strings of his precum catching and hanging from each set. Leavings that make us want each other and to kiss even more. Then, just when I can take not another second, he quickly retreats back to the recess of the couch, pulling his rod free. his voice then instructing us, “Well girls….”
Aubrey: He withdraws, suddenly evaporating from between our young breasts. There is a mutual gasp verging on a moan as we feel the deprivation. As if the central pillar of a temple is withdrawn, the sides of the structure—our bodies—collapse together. I hiss in a sharp inhale of breath as our breasts mushroom together and the straining balance of our foreheads is not enough to hold us as our noses, then our lips collide. I feel your lips on mine and it changes the inhalation as we seal together and our eyes widen as we realize we’ve been cast free. HIs offhand comment… Well girls… is almost mocking, shows his power over us. He knows what we must do now. No command is needed. Our hands now lock together, knuckles turning white as fingers lace together and press against the backs of our hands. Grunts begin to escape the tight seal of our lips as the muscles along our arms stand out and we begin to strain. To struggle.
Jennifer: It was not just him we fought over, and yet with his sudden withdrawal everything has changed. Not free of each other, but free to become one. In battle and in contest. Our mirrored bodies coming together in an inaudible splash. Each of us seeking not to escape or re-position, but to bind ourselves together. Our fingers lacing, muscles clenching, and arms straightening, as into a test of strength we go. And though such a test was reached on purpose, another test is upon us that we did not choose. Our lips, covered with daddy’s syrup, pressing together. Each pair separating just long enough to release a groan, a moan, or an exhale before they return to their press. Neither of us willing to give into a kiss, or pull away from it. Even as we shake in effort, trying to overpower one another from our knees.