The Phantom Cock

"Oh god, oh fuck, please Daddy... Please!"

Panting and the sound of thighs slapping on ass filled the small, musky booth. Heather didn't know the man standing behind her. She didn't care to. All that mattered was that he continued to pound her back door with as much **** as he could muster.

"Holy hell, you really are a buttslut. I can't-"

"Shut up." One hazel eye glared at him from over her shoulder. "Just fuck me."

The sensation was incredible. Unbelievable. Her ass was stretched by a strangers cock and her pussy, her pussy! The virgin hole throbbed. There was a ghost there, a feeling not her own. It was her father.

What had started as an afternoon of flaunting, flashing and shopping quickly spiraled out of control. The power to know Stacy's general well-being had become a burden as one sisters emotional rollercoaster began crashing down upon the other. Heather could feel rage, hate, loss and loneliness. The eighteen year old was **** to sit on a mall bench and bury her face in her hands. It was all she could do to weather the storm of emotion.

Was it proximity to her sister that had made their divine bond stronger? Did her father will her to feel Stacy's well-being more intensely? Or had Stacy been emotionally dead? Was she only just starting to truly feel again? Whatever the reason, Heather could feel more of her older sister with each passing moment.

Relief came as a wave of sorrow followed by peace and understanding. Dean and Stacy had grown comfortable in each others presence and freed the teen from her emotional torment. She couldn't help but smile and share in her estranged sisters joy. Whatever they discussed, they did so with a casual familiarity that allowed Heather to carry on with her day.

That was, of course, until a fire began to grow inside her. A hunger. An aching pain she hadn't felt since the first night she'd spent with her father. She had no way of knowing that the two had just admitted to a mutual sexual desire. All she could tell was that her sister was feeding the flames of lust, she was giving in to want. There was no inhibition. No restraint.

Heather moaned.

The brunette had been trying on a new bikini when her blonde bombshell of a sister gave in to becoming Velvet one last time. There, in a changing booth, the teen felt her ass tingle with the sensation of groping hands. It was a strong but playful grip on her toned cheeks, one she knew quite well.

"Dad, you really are incorrigible." Heather peeled her bikini bottom, a garment that was little more than string, down her legs. "I wonder if I'm missing a good show..."

The girl bent over at the waist to point her bare bottom towards the booths half open door. Her initial intention was to be seen changing, but whatever her father and sister were getting up to had encouraged her to go further. She spread her cheeks, slapped her own ass and giggled. There would be more. Dean wouldn't stop at just groping Stacy's juicy ass. Heather grinned and tried to guess what would come next.

"Tits... Maybe lips..."

She gasped. There was a feeling on her lips, but it wasn't a kiss. The sensation pressed down on her tongue, then against the back of her throat. It grew more intense, so much so she could feel her father's pulse through the ghost of his swollen tool. There was nothing for her to do but suck on her own fingers and moan like a whore.

"Miss, are you still in... there..."

An open door led the man to think it was okay to look inside. The smell of her sopping wet cunt hit him like a slap in the face. He was expecting to see a pile of discarded clothes to be returned to the racks, not an eighteen year old girl with three fingers jammed up her ass.

She panted. She writhed. Her mind was hardly aware of her surroundings.

The feeling within her virgin hole hadn't come as the slow, sensual insertion she had hoped to experience for her first time. It was more like being impaled by something thick and hot. A void in her body she never knew she had was filled in a single mind blowing instant. For Stacy the feeling of dropping onto such a thick rod was pleasurable but not unknown. For Heather it was enough to bring her almost to orgasm.

"M-miss, you should, uhh... I mean-"

"F-f-fuck me." The girls fingers spread to display her gaping hole. "Give me tha- that dick..."

He needed no further encouragement. To find a hot and horny slut begging for cock in a change room was the dream of every young man working retail. For most that dream could only be realized in adult magazines or poorly written erotic literature on the internet, but for him it was a reality. With no hesitation or ceremony the man closed the door, dropped his pants and lined himself up with the offered orifice.

"So, um, my names-"

Heather slammed back the moment she felt the tip of his dick touch her hungry insides. He hit the door and bottomed out in her rear.

"Just fuck me. Fuck my slutty ass."

And so went Heather's first experience with vaginal sex. The sensations from the phantom cock within her were everything and more she had hoped for despite the lack of any physical penetration. That she had another fleshy fuck stick rammed up her ass was just the cherry on top.

"Please Daddy, please let me cum. Let your buttslut daughter c-cu-cum!"

She was there. Right on the edge. She had been there since the feeling first filled her. The girl didn't fight it, she didn't want to. She tried desperately to throw herself over the edge and drown in the pleasure. But it didn't come. Stacy hadn't cum. The more experienced of the two sisters wasn't about to achieve orgasm from just penetration.

"D-Daddy... Daddy!"

A phantom pain struck her modest breast. Then came a pressure on her neck, a hand firmly squeezing her throat. With it came a feeling of powerlessness, of submission. She wanted nothing more than to submit. Her sister wanted nothing more than to submit. It was only then that the dam within the sporty teen exploded.

As Stacy cried out in a café Heather screamed in a changing booth.