I blushed and watched as he removed his clothes, first revealing that chiselled torso I always knew he had, then taking off his pants as well. I could have admired his abs and pecs all day and been happy, but with a majestic cock sticking up hard and proud like that, well, it was worthy of even more attention.
I glanced upwards to offer my thanks to whatever gods were in charge of prom night fucking and saw that there was a huge full-length mirror on the ceiling directly over the bed. Mascara-laden tear-streaks were all over my cheeks, as I expected. Leon was making a mess of me, just like he said he would.
Leon didn’t give me much time to contemplate that, climbing on the bed between my legs, that big cock of his rubbing along the length of my slit through my panties just like my finger had several minutes ago. He grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head and kissed me hard again, grinding his manhood against me until I was driven almost insane with need for it.
After everything that wasn’t Leon’s cock was banished from my mind, he finally sat up and paused, seeming to savour the look of me, before pulling my panties off. I had to point my legs upwards for him to slip them off and fling them across the room, where they hit the wall and then crumpled to the floor.
My legs slowly dropped to either side of him, my tight pussy being bared to him for the first time as his deflowering weapon of choice twitched over it. The reality of the situation struck me. My step-father was going to try to get that huge thing inside of me… but I had my doubts about it fitting.
“I’m too tight for you, Daddy,” I said.
“No such thing.”
Leon gripped his massive member halfway down the shaft and aimed it at my virgin teen tunnel, the fat head was pushing my pristine little petals to each side when I noticed something that made me break out in a cold sweat. He wasn’t wearing a condom! And I wasn’t on any kind of birth control!
“Wait!” I almost screamed.
“What the fuck is it?” he asked, looking like he was bordering on just ignoring me completely.
“A condom! We need a condom or I might get pregnant! Just wait here, I’ve got one in my handbag.”
I hadn’t even fully sat up before Leon pushed me flat on my back again, learning right over me and wrapping his arm around behind my neck to grip on to my shoulder and hold me in place. His other hand was on my hip, keeping himself firmly wedged between my legs until I became still again.
“Daddy… What are you…”
Leon looked me right in the eyes, his face only an inch from mine, as I felt his hand move to his own cock a moment before I felt the tip circling ominously around my entrance like a shark around a seal. Surely he wasn’t going to…
“I’m not having a piece of rubber come between me and your virgin pussy, Bree. We do this my way and you deal with whatever consequences there might be.”
“But… you’ll pull out, right?”
Without any further warning, the tip of his cock found my pussy and he slammed it home, tearing through my hymen like it wasn’t even there, and instantly igniting a fire between my legs. His balls slapped on my ass and in the mirror above I saw his ass and legs flexing as he drove himself as deep as he could inside me.
I yelped in surprise, and at the sudden pain, and renewed my struggles as Leon began jack-hammering into my tender little slit as if I’d done this a million times before and my pussy wasn’t stretched well beyond what I thought its limits were. Everywhere I touched, Leon was all hard muscle and relentless pounding, and nothing I did seemed to make the slightest bit of difference to his pace and power.
In the mirror I saw my knees splayed out either side of his ass as fucked me hard and fast, my legs shaking with every thrust. Despite the pain, I was mesmerised. It was nothing like the tender love-making I’d envisioned… it was better!
I’d never seen myself look so sexy before. All those mascara-tracks on my face, all those fresh tears, that huge cock being relentlessly driven into me as my man used my body for whatever he wanted, it was perfect.
I stopped pushing him away and wrapped my arms around him, trying to hold on for dear life and deal with the raging inferno he had set alight in my pussy. To my surprise, the fire soon took on a different sensation. It was still hot, it still burned… but it started feeling good. Like, really good.
“Mmmm,” I whimpered.
“That’s right, Bree. You’re gonna take all Daddy’s cum right inside that pussy, aren’t you?”
I thought it was a rhetorical question by that stage and didn’t answer until Leon raised himself over me so he could put one hand on my throat as he continued to pound into my depths.
“Aren’t you?” he repeated.
“Yes!” I said.
“It’s my pussy, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Fuckin’ right.”
Leon leaned down again and held on to me tight, keeping my pussy in place for the most powerful thrusts he’d unleashed on me yet. My tits weren’t so much bouncing as vibrating with the speed of his strokes. If I could have seen it, I bet his cock would have been a blur.
The fire inside me was stoked every time his pelvis bumped against my clit and as I watched myself in the mirror above I saw my expression changed from one of concentration to dawning-realisation as my eyes widened and I knew just how hard I was going to cum. The last thing I thought before it hit me was that I might black out from the sheer pleasure of it.
“Gnnnnnuuuuuhhhh…” I grunted as the fire seemed to explode inside me.
Sparks of ecstasy tingled from my clit throughout my body, right to the very tips of my fingers, which were digging into Leon’s back, and to my toes, which were curling. My pussy muscles squeezed hard and I heard my step-father utter a torrent of filth into my ear as his huge cock twitched inside of me, spurting jet after jet of hot fluid into my unprotected depths.
I couldn’t believe how much semen Leon pumped into me, and how warm it was. Maybe I was super-sensitive because of how he had treated my virgin pussy and that’s why I seemed to feel every last drop.
I didn’t know, but I was glad to feel it. Every twitch and spurt of his cock seemed to prolong my own orgasm and I just agreed with every dirty thing he said to me while he came, loving every second of it.
When Leon rolled to the side and I suddenly found myself empty, I pouted. I just didn’t feel right without a cock inside me.
I watched our reflections catching their breath in the mirror and thought that if I died now I’d be happy, but they’d have to bury me in a Y-shaped coffin for sure. Leon’s cum slowly leaked out of me, pooling on the bed under my ass, and I frowned.
Reaching upwards I grabbed one of the pillows and shoved it under me, elevating my hips so my pussy angled downwards. It just seemed such a shame to waste the white gold.
“I’m ready to go again,” said Leon.
It was going to be the kind of night that dreams were made of.
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The Non-Withdrawal Method 3
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"Who are you to tell me what I can and can't do in my own house, Candice? I make the rules here."
Inexperienced brat, Candice, has been saving herself until she could make everything perf
ect for her first time but because the mood never felt 'right' it meant her boyfriend had to wait a long time. Just when she feels ready she finds out he cheated on her and, as if that wasn't bad enough, a few moments later the man of the house, John, arrives home unexpectedly.
After hurriedly trying to disguise the mood-setting changes she'd made to her room and her tears, she finds out that John has some unorthodox ideas for consoling her in her moment of need. One by one her barriers are broken down and even though John is almost too big to fit, he ends up doing everything he wants, taking her hard right there on her bed. When she realises that he isn't using protection she has one last request:
“Will you, you know… pull out?
But John has other plans...
Kinks/Sub-Genres
Pseudo-Incest, Breeding, Rough Sex, Stepfather, Stepdaughter, Virgin, Schoolgirl
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I was devastated. That had to be, easily, the worst phone call of my life. It was ironic that it happened on this day, of all days, too.
I'd been with my boyfriend, Ian, for a couple of years and I thought he was going to be the one I lost my virginity to. Ever since we got together he'd been pushing the boundaries, trying to get into my panties, but I'd never let him.
It wasn't because I wasn't attracted to him, my God I was, but I just wasn't ready. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to lose my virginity in candlelight with rose petals scattered everywhere, and romantic music playing in the background. I wanted it to be special.
So I waited and waited and things just never quite felt right. That all changed when I turned eighteen and we were all going to graduate soon.
Something changed inside of me at that point. When I was alone, I couldn't keep my hands out from between my legs, when I was with Ian I couldn't keep my hands off him. Hell, even when I sat at the breakfast table with my step-father, John, I couldn't help but squeeze my thighs together and release over and over, building up just enough stimulation on my clit so that I came right where I sat, while I thought about him doing terrible, depraved, forbidden things to me.
I thought I disguised it pretty well, he certainly never gave any indication that he noticed how the girl he raised had just had a powerful orgasm on the other side of the table right in front of him. I had to have sex, with Ian, before I did something really crazy, but I still wanted it to be perfect. Perfect for both of us.
That's when the idea hit me. Our group of friends were all over at Tina's place, watching a movie. There were somewhere around a dozen of us there that night, all couples except for the hostess herself, who had just broken up with her boyfriend, a real douche who had gone away to college and just stopped returning her calls.
It was a pretty racy movie, to say the least, the first one where Hollywood's favourite tease, Destiny Fox, finally went topless. For that scene, and that scene alone, all the guys in the room were dead quiet. You could have heard a pin drop.
In the movie, Destiny went to a school with a uniform that was probably the sexiest mixture of slutty and innocent that could be imagined. The scene in question showed her getting it on with her boyfriend, while wearing said uniform, getting deflowered with her panties around her ankles as she bent over and braced herself against a wall.
Even all us girls in the room had to admit she was hot. I was flattered when a couple of them said I looked like her, but then all the other couples started teasing Ian because I certainly didn't behave like her.
They had all been fucking for months or years by that stage and I could see by his expression that it was kind of getting to him, no matter how much he brushed it off. I looked from the screen to Ian and back again and felt a hint of a smile touch my lips when the teasing died down and we were all just watching the movie again.
What better way to make popping my cherry just as special for him as it was for me than providing him with a little fantasy? I could do my hair and make-up just like the character from the movie, put together an outfit just like hers, get a full Brazilian just like she apparently did. It would be perfect, I was ready and willing.
A couple of weeks later, my mom and John went for a romantic weekend away and I saw my opportunity. I wanted it to be a surprise for Ian, so I put my plans in motion without telling him, but I was buzzing with excitement.
The hardest part of it all was getting the right combination of white button-up shirt, short plaid skirt and knee socks. Pigtails weren't exactly difficult to do, and I was a whiz with make-up. By the time I was finished and looked at myself in the mirror, I had to admit that I looked exactly like her. I could have walked on to the movie set and nobody would have been the wiser, I thought.
Everything was ready. I'd told Ian that I was staying in this weekend to study, he said he was going to do the same so I knew he wasn't going to make other plans. Then, when I called him, I found out that, in fact, he did make other plans. With Tina.
Ian broke up with me over the phone because, in his words, Tina could suck the paint off the Golden Gate Bridge, had a pussy like slippery heaven and fucked like a porn star. And he had 'outgrown' me.
I hung up before he'd finished talking about how I could call him when I was ready for an adult relationship. It would be best for him if he didn't hold his breath.
All at once he had changed me from hopeful girl on the cusp of becoming a woman, to a blubbering wreck. I sat on the edge of my bed and stared down through my tears at where my feet touched the ground, the rose petals looked such a bright red against the varnished wood.
As if all that wasn't enough, the glare of headlights flashed across the wall opposite my window as a car pulled into our driveway. I hurriedly looked outside and saw John's car sitting there for a moment before the headlights turned off.
"Oh shit..." I said, turning around and looking at the state of my room.
I'd turned it from a regular teenager's bedroom into the perfect place for me to lose my virginity. Aside from the rose petals, there were scented candles, posters of Destiny Fox in various seductive poses on the walls, a tube of lube and two condoms on my bedside table. I heard the car door open and close outside and cursed again.
Racing around the room, I blew out all the candles and plunged myself into darkness, grr-ing in frustration and near-defeat before flicking on the light switch and sweeping as many of the rose petals under my bed as I could. Downstairs, the front door opened and closed and I heard footsteps coming towards my room.
I turned the light off again and dived into my bed, pulling the covers up just as I heard a knock on my door and I saw John's head silhouetted by the light in the hallway. I pretended to be asleep.
"Everything OK, Candice?" he asked.
"Hmmm? Yeah... fine. What are you guys doing back?" I said with faux-sleepiness.
"Just me, one of my clients has done something stupid and I need to fix it all before he goes to jail. Your mom didn't want to miss out on her chance to be massaged by a real live swedish masseuse, so she stayed behind and we'll try it all again next weekend. It smells kind of smokey in here... are those candles?"
"Oh... yeah, I-I found some nice scented candles so I was trying them out."
"All of them? At once? What's that on the floor?"
John turned the light on again and I made sure my blankets were all the way up to my chin as I saw, with horror, that he was looking under my bed. Next his eyes were drawn to the racy posters on my walls, then to my face, which was still in full Destiny Fox mode despite the slightly puffy eyes.
"What happened, Candice?" he asked, stepping towards me and then stopping when he spotted the lube and condoms on my bedside table.
I burst into fresh tears at the embarrassment, no longer able to keep up any kind of charade. Before I knew it, the horrible truth was pouring out of me in sobbing fits.
"T-t-to-tonight was g-going to b-be m-m-my spesh-spec
ial n-night, Daddy! I w-was g-gonna let Ian... I'm s-so s-stupid!"
John closed the remaining distance between us and sat on the edge of my bed, where I had been sitting only minutes before, and leaned over me, brushing my tears away with his thumbs and holding my head so I had no choice but to look straight at him. The touch of his hands on my bare skin was like electricity, holding my attention as I felt almost literal sparks fly.
"Listen to me, Candice. There's nothing wrong with you. I think anybody who didn't want to fuck you has got shit for brains."
My jaw dropped as his thumbs continued to stroke my cheeks. I'd rarely heard John use swear-words before, let alone in a sentence that involved me getting fucked. He'd raised me for almost as long as I could remember, taught me right from wrong.
When I tried to imagine my life in ten or fifteen years, I always imagined myself with somebody like John. He was the kind of person to aspire to be with, smart, successful, muscular and handsome, he had it all. Truth be told, I'd been a little jealous of my mom ever since I first started noticing boys.
None of the guys at school were like John, though. Not even Ian. I thought I'd have to wait until I was in my late twenties or early thirties to meet somebody as mature and sexy as him. At least, someone like him that would notice me. How could such an experienced man ever think of a little blonde virgin like me that way? That's why John's words came as such a shock.
"I just wanted it to be perfect," I said.
"So you think you're ready to take a cock like a woman?" he asked.
I blushed under the force of his bluntness but nodded because, crudely phrased or not, that's what tonight had been all about wasn't it? Me becoming a woman.
"Then you should aim higher than Ian," he said, pulling at my blankets.
After a split-second of disbelief, I gripped the covers more tightly and held them up by my chin again. I couldn't let him see what I was wearing, he couldn't see what a little slut I looked like.
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