My body was being overcome by a very intense, powerful feeling of pleasure. I held my breath and focused on it, feeling my body climb closer and closer towards climax with each passing second. Alex grip tightened on my buttocks, his fingernails digging into my skin while his cock pounded into me.
His bottom lip was shivering, and a beat of sweat rolled down his forehead. His cock grew inside of me, filling up with cum that he was ready to shoot into me in any moment. The faint growth of his cock was all that I needed to be sent over the edge, and I flew over it like a rock that had been tossed over a cliff. I threw my head back, slamming it against the glass window with a bang.
“Oh God!” I groaned and wrapped my arms tighter around Alex’ neck. “Come inside of me, Alex!”
He started to pant and groan, and not even three seconds later his cock exploded inside of me. His cum shot into me in huge bursts and filled me up to the brim until it started seeping out around his throbbing cock. He collapsed against me, letting his cheek rest against my chest while he breathed fast and heavy. Slowly, his cock softened and slipped out of me, causing his huge load of cum to drip down my leg and pool on the hardwood floors beneath us.
“You’re taking all my energy tonight, Kia!” Alex accused me with a grin. “Now I need to take another shower before the ball.” He continued, pulling his head back and looking into my eyes.
“Can I come too?” I asked with a flirtatious smile, batting my eyelashes at him while my fingers gently stroked his back.
“Of course. But it can’t take too long!” He said and lowered me carefully onto the floor.
“I can’t promise anything,” I winked and let my thoughts wander to the ball. Tonight was off to a great start, and I hoped that the ball wouldn’t change that. Who knows what could happen there? I thought and followed Alex into the bathroom.
* * *
Lusty Desire
I plugged my headphones in, trying to block out the screaming match that was going on downstairs. Is it really a screaming match though, if only one party is screaming? I thought and turned the volume all the way up. It wasn’t enough to cover up my mother’s shrill, loud voice.
Apparently, my stepfather had come home from work 30 minutes late, which could only mean that he was cheating on my mother. Yes, that was the only logical solution—according to her, anyway. It couldn’t possibly be that he just swung by the store to buy a carton of milk because we were running out, which is what he’d been telling her for the past fifteen minutes.
“If you went to the store, then where’s your receipt?!” My mother screamed. “Where’s your fucking receipt, Greg?!”
I groaned and placed my pillow over my head, pressing it tightly against my ears. It still wasn’t enough. Her voice echoed through my head, making it pound with anger and annoyance. Eventually, I ripped my earplugs up and marched to the door of my room. I ripped it up and stuck my head out.
“Be quiet!” I shouted down the stairs. “You’re not the only one who lives here! Why can’t you just talk like rational human beings?!”
The house fell silent for a short moment, until I could suddenly hear angry footsteps marching through the downstairs hallway. A few seconds later, my mother appeared at the foot of the stairs and gave me an angry glare. My heart sunk in my chest, and I realized that I had made a huge mistake.
“Shut the fuck up, Stacy,” She hissed. “You’re just like your father… Do you want attention, is that what you want? You fucking crybaby. Why don’t you go crawling back to him if you hate me so much!”
“Joshlyn!” My stepfather said behind her. His face was a combination of shock and disgust. “How can you say something like that?! I don’t care how angry you are, that is not okay!”
“Fine,” My mother snapped. “Fine! Just fucking dandy! You know what?” She started walking to the front door. “Fuck you, and fuck you too. Fuck both of you. I’m leaving.”
“Josh…” My stepfather sighed and followed her. “Where are you going?”
“Outside. Get your fucking hands off me!” She ripped the door open and went outside, not even bothering to put her coat on first. To my surprise, Greg didn’t follow her outside. He stood in front of the door, frozen like an ice statue, and just stared out the window. A short moment later, we could hear a car door slam shut outside, followed by my mother speeding off and disappearing down the road.
Suddenly, the whole house felt so silent. Greg turned around slowly, a ghastly look on his face, and set his eyes on me. “That’s it,” He said suddenly. “I give up.”
“What?” I stared at him with big eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m giving up on your mother. I can’t handle her paranoia and anger issues anymore,” He threw his arms up in the air and started walking towards the living room. “I need a drink. Do you want one?” He added over his shoulder.
“Uhm… Sure!” I blurted out and ran after him.
“I’m guessing you don’t drink Whiskey…” Greg said and took two glass cups out of the drink cabinet.
“I can taste it,” I said and plopped myself down onto the two–seat sofa, curled up against the arm rest.
The house was a lot calmer and nicer now that my mom wasn’t home. It felt nice to finally get to take a deep breath and know that nobody was going to yell at you for it. I wonder what it would be like to live with just Greg? I thought and watched him cautiously while he poured a tiny bit Whiskey into my cup.
He wasn’t really a father figure to me. I’d never managed to see him as one, no matter how much I tried. Before he married my mother, I’d have other feelings for him. Feelings that… you shouldn’t have for your stepfather, despite how broad his shoulders are, or how good his stubble felt underneath your fingers when you stroked his cheek…
“Here you go,” Greg said and set the glass down in my hand.
“T–thanks,” I said and woke from my daydreams. I raised the cup to my nose and inhaled, smelling the musky, earthy scent. So that’s where he gets his scent from, I realized. “So, uhm… What did you mean, like, exactly?”
“Well,” Greg sat down in the seat beside me and leaned backwards, crossing his right leg over his right one. “I will probably move out…” He mumbled. “Get my own apartment… You can come visit if you like.” He added and glanced at me with a smile.
“I would love to!” I grinned from ear to ear. Did Greg just invite me over to his future apartment? I thought happily. Then, that means he doesn’t want to give up on me, just my mom!
Greg took a sip of his Whiskey and swished the liquid around a bit in his cup. “I was thinking… maybe you should come visit.” He said his words carefully. “Often.”
“What do you mean?” I asked again. What’s that, the third time I had to ask that? I thought to myself. Ugh, I feel so stupid tonight. Why is Greg being so cryptic?
“I’m just worried that…” Greg swept the last of his Whiskey down in one sip and exhaled loudly. “I’m just worried that your mother might get angry when I move out, and take it out on you. It might be best if you stay with me for a while… What do you think?”
I thought for a moment. It didn’t seem unlikely that my mother would take her anger out on me—she usually did. I didn’t have anyone else to stay with either—no boyfriend, no father, no very close friends—which meant that I’d be all on my own if Greg moved out.
“You would do that for me?” I asked finally.
“Of course,” Greg smiled and set his empty cup down on the table. “It’s the least I could do for you.”
I set my own cup down beside his and scooted closer to Greg on the sofa. I let my free hand down on his forearm and stroked it slowly, feeling his hairy skin beneath my fingers. There was a redness spreading over my cheeks and throat, and I was starting to feel hot all over.
“Do you know what else would make mom really angry?” I asked and looked shyly up into Greg’s eyes.
His eyes were furrowed in confusion, watching cautiously between my
eyes and the hand that was stroking his arm. He was holding his breath, and it seemed like he didn’t know what to respond. Although, at that moment, I think we were both thinking about the same thing…
“What?” He asked finally. When he opened his mouth, I could smell the strong scent of Whiskey on his breath.
I let my hand slip from his arm and onto his thigh. It felt strong and large under my skin when I ran my petite fingers up and down the outside of his leg. When he didn’t take my hand off, I slowly moved my hand in between his legs and brushed against his crotch. For a brief moment, I could feel something stiff in his pants.
“This,” I whispered into his ear.
Greg leaned his head back against the sofa and let out a quiet grunt. “What did you have in mind by ‘this’?” He asked quietly, but with interest in his voice.
“I can give you a little sneak peek, if you want,” I said and smiled coyly.
With my hand wrapped around Greg’s wrist, I lifted his hand and guided it into towards my breasts. He slipped his hand into my cleavage, slowly stroking and caressing my breast. I moaned pleasurably, even more so when he pressed his fingers under my bra and gave my stiff nipple a gentle squeeze.
“What else?” Greg asked curiously, grinning from ear to ear.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. They felt soft and warm when he pressed them back against mine, eagerly forcing my lips apart while sucking and biting them tenderly. Meanwhile, his hand was reaching around my back and stroking it softly up and down, pressing my body closer against his.
I let my hand run down his muscular chest until I could feel the bulge in his pants brush against my knuckles. Greg gasped quickly into my mouth, gripping my hair tightly in his hand and biting down harder on my lip. I moaned with pain and pleasure, letting my hands unbutton and unzip his pants as quickly as I could.
My hand instantly wrapped around his cock when it sprung free. It was thick and long, and felt so warm and soft against the palm of my hand. I moved my hands up and down carefully a few times, suddenly feeling shy. I’d never kissed a man before, let alone played with his cock. I pulled myself away from our kiss and looked into Greg’s eyes.
“Does this feel good?” I asked and ran my hand up and down his cock a couple more times.
“Mmm,” Greg nodded and smiled. “Feels really good, Ace. If you want, you could try taking it in your mouth…”
Leaning forward, I could feel Greg’s cock twitch in my hand. It seemed to grow and swell, pulsating heavily as it filled with more blood. I bit my lip and let out a shy giggle. As his cock closed in on my mouth, I started to worry that it wouldn’t fit in my mouth. The problem wasn’t that I had a small mouth, but rather that his cock was so… huge. It would be like trying to swallow a baseball bat, I thought and licked my lips nervously.
“Do I just… take it in my mouth?” I asked and glanced up into his eyes.
“Do what feels best for you,” He answered while playing with my hair. “Sucking and licking—both feel very good. Just make sure you keep your teeth tucked away…” He added with a chuckle.
“Oh, of course,” I giggled.
“Start by wrapping your hand around the base, like this…” Greg grabbed my hand and used it to pull his foreskin down, exposing the pink, swollen tip of his cock. “That way, you don’t have to go all the way down with your lips.”
“Okay,” I nodded eagerly. “I think I got this.”
“That’s my girl,” Greg winked.
I leaned forward and closed my eyes, wrapping my lips around the tip of Greg’s cock. He took a deep breath and let out a quiet grunt, while his leg seemed to twitch beneath me. I could feel the salty tang of what I presumed to be pre–cum on the tip of his cock as it rubbed against my tongue, slowly slipping further into my mouth.
I moved my lips forward over his shaft while my tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, which reminded me of sucking and playing with a tasty lollipop.
“Oh that’s great,” Greg groaned and gripped my hair tighter with his hand. His entire body seemed tense and hard, like every muscle in his body was being contracted. “Keep doing whatever you’re doing, Ace… you’re a fucking natural!”
His cock felt so large and stiff in my mouth, it made me wonder how it would feel inside of me. The thought made my pussy throb, and soon after I could feel a wetness forming in my panties. Every quiet grunt and moan from Greg’s mouth turned me on even more, as if it was his tongue on my pussy, rather than the other way around. Who knew it could feel so good to give a blowjob? I thought.
After a moment of sucking on Greg’s stiff cock, I realized that my lips were brushing against my hand that was wrapped around the base. I let my hand go gently and moved my head further down over his cock, feeling the tip of it brush against the back of my throat. I felt the instinct to gag, but the sudden, loud moan of pleasure that erupted from Greg’s throat made me want to take him even deeper.
He threw his head back and rested his neck against the backrest, his hand shivering as it rubbed my hair and scalp. “Wow,” He gasped. “You’re really going all in, h–huh?”
“Mmm,” I moaned blissfully against his cock. It was so deep inside of me now, I could feel it tickle the entrance of my throat. Just as I could feel his cock start to slip into my throat, Greg suddenly wrapped his hand around my hair and pulled my head back slowly. His cock slipped out of my mouth, leaving a trail of wet saliva hanging between the tip of his cock and my bottom lip.
“Sorry,” He grinned apologetically. “But if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum way faster than I want… Besides, you want me to take care of you first, don’t you?”
I felt myself blush. What does he mean by ‘take care’ of me? I thought curiously. “Well, yeah…” I said and smiled shyly. “I guess…”
Greg put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down on to my back on the sofa, which I responded to with girlish laughter. Grinning, he moved himself in between my legs and rested them upon his shoulders, slowly stroking the outside of my thighs with his big hands. I looked up at him with a wide smile, wondering what he was going to do next.
“I could fuck you right now,” Greg said and clenched the fabric of my jeans tightly in his hands. “But I’ll try to control myself…”
I moved my hands to the zipper of my jeans and started pulling it down, slowly wiggling my pants down over my wide hips. Greg watched patiently, biting his lip with a glimmer in his eyes. “What if I don’t let you fuck me?” I asked and winked coyly.
“Then…” Greg gripped my jeans and pulled them off my body before throwing them across the room. “I’ll just have to take you by force.” He laughed, but I felt my pussy tremble just from the thought. The way he stood in his knees in front of me, towering above me like a huge bear, was making me feel a little bit vulnerable. In a good way, I thought and bit my lip.
Greg leaned forward and slipped his hand into my panties, rubbing his fingers against my wet folds. I leaned my head back and moaned softly, closing my eyes while his fingers slowly penetrated my folds and circled my sensitive clit.
“It sure feels like you want me to take you,” Greg said quietly. “And I would be a bad lover if I didn’t give you what you want…”
“Mmm, yeah…” I moaned softly. “You should give it to me right now.”
“Right now, huh?” Greg chuckled and took his hand out of my panties. With his fingers wrapped around the seam of my underwear, he slowly slipped them off my hips and legs before dropping them on the floor.
“Yeah…” I moaned again. “I want you now. I need you.”
Growling quietly, Greg leaned his body forward and pressed his erection against me. I opened my eyes slowly, seeing his eyes stare right into mine, barely an arm’s reach away. He glanced down and, with his hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, gently slipped it inside of me. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my heaving chest into the air. Greg reached his arms around my back and held me up, firmly grasping my bo
dy.
He thrust forward, burying his cock deeper inside of me. My walls stretched and spread around him, and I could feel myself become stuffed to the brim. Losing my virginity was a lot different from what I’d imagined. I’d thought there would be loads of pain and maybe even some blood, but instead all I felt was pleasure and a very intense, powerful feeling of being stretched open.
“Mmm, Greg,” I moaned.
“Are you hurt?”
“No….” I gasped with pleasure. “You’re just so big.”
Chuckling, Greg started to rock his hips back and forth. His cock slid in and out of me with ease, digging further into my virgin pussy with each thrust. I reached my arms around his waist and pulled him down, pressing his sweaty body against mine. The base of his cock rubbed against my clit when he moved himself back and forth, causing an all–too familiar feeling to build up inside of me.
I could feel my pussy tense up and clench around Greg’s cock, hugging him tightly. He started to thrust harder and faster, causing my body to bounce back and forth in the sofa with the movement of his hips. His arms were almost shivering, his hands gripping my waist so tight I could feel his fingernails dig into my skin.
“S–Stacy,” He stammered. “I’m going to cum soon. Fuck… if only I could cum inside of your tight pussy.”
“I don’t want to stop yet!” I complained. “I’m so close.”
“I have to pull out,” Greg grunted, still thrusting into me slowly. “I don’t want you to get pregnant.”
“But…” I thought for a moment. “What if you didn’t come… there?”
“What do you mean?” Greg asked and furrowed his brows.
“Well, you could always…” I shrugged and raised my brows meaningfully. “Fuck me in the ass.”
Greg swallowed, but seemed to almost choke on his spit. “In the—?!” He blurted out. “Are you sure?”
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