“Yeah,” I nodded eagerly. “I don’t want to stop yet, I don’t even care if your cock is in my other hole, I just want it inside of me!”
“Well then!” Greg grinned and slowly slipped his cock out of me. It was stiff and wet, coated completely in my juices. It was swollen and throbbing, making me wonder if he was already filled with semen, ready to spill deep inside of me. I bit my lip and forced myself to look away from his eye–catching cock, already missing the feeling of him inside of me.
“Let’s change position… how about you lean over the coffee table?” Greg suggested with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin.
“Sure,” I said and pulled myself up, setting my feet down on the cold hardwood floors. With my knees planted firmly on the ground, I leaned forward onto the table and rested my elbows against it, my buttocks raised high into the air. “How’s this?” I asked, wiggling my butt in the air.
Greg reached out and let his hand land on my butt cheek, stroking it softly while a pleasant hum escaped from his throat. “Yeah, that’s perfect.” He said and got down onto the floor behind me.
I could feel his erection press against my buttocks and spread my cheeks, pulsating heavily with need and arousal. He placed his swollen tip at my entrance, which he slathered generously with juices from my wet pussy before taking a firm hold of my waist with his free hand.
“You ready?” He asked, his cock teasing the entrance of my backside.
“Yeah,” I nodded eagerly. My stomach was full of butterflies fluttering their little wings, and I was so excited that my head felt like it was spinning. I’m so glad Greg is my first, I thought and smiled to myself. I couldn’t have asked for a more compassionate, caring lover… “Never been so ready in my life.”
Greg thrust forward gently, making the tip of his cock slip inside of me. I gasped loudly when I felt his thickness spread my hole wide apart, and for a short moment, I couldn’t think about anything else but how it felt. It wasn’t pain, so to speak, but the feeling was so intense that it made my toes curl up and every muscle in my body contract.
“You okay?” Greg asked.
“Mhm,” I nodded and exhaled slowly. When I relaxed my body and pressed my body backwards against Greg, I could feel his fat cock slip deeper inside of me. I moaned and gripped the coffee table with my hands, throwing my head back so quickly that my hair whipped onto my back. “It’s just so… so big,” I groaned.
Greg reached his hand around my body and let his hands wander over my skin until they found my wet, swollen clit. He took it between two of his fingers and rolled it gently between them, causing waves of pleasure to vibrate throughout my body. I closed my mouth and felt my bottom lip shiver as I sunk myself lower against Greg’s body, his cock slipping almost the entire way inside of me.
When the base of his cock hit my pelvis, he started to thrust. He moved his hips slowly and gently, still being careful not to let me feel any pain or discomfort. I felt myself stretch and spread around him, and after a few thrusts he could slide in and out of me with ease. I became more comfortable with his cock inside my ass, and started to rock my hips back and forth in rhythm with his.
His fingers were still rubbing my pink clit, and every stroke of his experienced fingers brought me closer and closer to an orgasm. I held my breath and focused on the feeling deep inside of me, the one that was growing in intensity with each second that passed. It felt like I was right on the brink of an orgasm, and yet there was something stopping me from going over it.
“You’re so tight,” Greg gasped. “I–I’m… I’m gonna cum so soon, Ace. Fuck!”
I could feel his cock swell and grow inside of me, and suddenly I realized what it was that I was missing. When his growing cock stretched my inner walls apart and throbbed heavily against them as he emptied himself while grunting loudly, I could feel myself go over the edge. My pussy exploded, sending shivers and vibrations all over my body and out to my fingertips. I finally exhaled, causing the feeling to grow even more intense. My pussy clenched tightly around Greg’s cock as it thrusted deeper and harder inside of me than ever before.
“Oh Greg,” I moaned loudly, holding myself back to stop myself from screaming. “I’m fucking coming!”
His cum overflowed my pussy, and it soon started seeping out around his stiff, fat cock. Despite his cock felt like someone had still shoved a baseball bat into me, the constant movement pushed his semen right back out and caused it to drip onto the floor beneath us.
He collapsed, falling backwards onto the sofa while panting loudly. His cock slipped out of me, along with a massive load of his sticky cum, and I stood up on shaky legs. Throwing myself down beside Greg, I curled up into his armpit and put my cheek against his chest and just closed my eyes. I had no energy left, and neither did he. We were both completely spent and exhausted, and all we could do was lay still while the cum slowly poured out of me and pooled on the clean fabric on the sofa.
I don’t know how long we’d been lying there, but at some point I must have dozed off. I woke up to the sound of screeching tires outside, followed by heavy, angry footsteps. I knew exactly who it was, and what was about to happen as soon as she stepped in through the door, but I didn’t care. Greg was awake and he’d noticed her as well, I realized as his fingers slowly started to stroke my back. I turned my head and looked up into his eyes, and he looked back down at me with a soft, unfazed smile.
“So, about me moving in with you…” I said and grinned widely. “When would that be?”
* * *
Manly Menage
I stepped in through the door and tossed my handbag onto the chair in the hallway, shooting a quick glance at my reflection in the mirror. God, I’m a mess, I thought and sighed deeply. My long black hair, which I’d braided just before leaving work this morning, was messed up and hair was pointing out in strange directions. I smoothed it over quickly as I stepped out of my shoes and kicked them into the corner of the hallway, leaving my crinkled jacket next to my bag on the chair.
I knew that my mother would chew me out later for leaving “an absolute mess” in the hallway, but today I didn’t care. I’d had a long, stressful day at work and I just wanted to go make myself a sandwich, plop my ass down on the sofa and just relax. I’d been on my feet since I stepped in through the work doors, and I swear I could still hear the ringing of the doorbell in the back of my mind, echoing quietly.
“Hello?” I called out. After waiting for a moment and getting no response, I deducted that I was alone at home. Fits me well, I thought and walked into the kitchen with a wide smile on my face. I need some peace and quiet for a change.
I made myself a tasty sandwich consisting of rye bread, uncooked champignon mushrooms and crunchy peanut butter. Mmm, my favorite! I thought and took a big bite. But it needs some curry powder, I realized and added some of that too. I ate the whole thing while standing in front of the refrigerator, and soon enough my stomach stopped rumbling. I washed it down with a tall glass of ice cold chocolate milk before leaning back against the kitchen counter and staring up at the clock on the wall.
While I was in Day Dream Land, pondering about how I would spend the rest of my day now that I finally had time to do something fun, my ears picked up on a sound that hadn’t been there before. Or, if it had, at least I hadn’t noticed it. I walked up to the basement door, which is where the sound was coming from, and put my ear against it to listen. It sounded like a strange man talking, although it was more like he was shouting demands, as well as some metallic clicking sound. Is Jack watching sports in his man cave again? I thought.
After a moment, I decided to go downstairs and see what he was up to this time, so I pushed the door open and made my way downstairs. Our basement wasn’t a typical basement; it was more like a second living room. My stepfather Jack had declared it ‘his’ when he moved in, and it looked pretty much like you’d expect a middle–aged man’s personal room to look like: Lots of new and mostly unused work–out equipment, a very big comfortabl
e sofa positioned in front of an oversized TV, and absolutely no plants or paintings. It took to much space, Jack claimed. I disagreed.
The relationship between me and Jack was… different. He was my stepfather, technically, but I’d never learned to see him as such. He was many things—my mother’s husband, sexy, funny, handy and a good friend… but he just wasn’t my father. That had become even more apparent in the recent years as I grew up. Sometimes I would catch him looking at me while I walked by, his eyes lingering on my wide hips or large breasts. I wasn’t exactly innocent myself, either. Sometimes when I’d had sex with my boyfriend, I’d found myself wishing that it wasn’t him that was on top of me, quietly grunting and moaning into my ear, but rather… Jack.
I spotted my stepfather in the basement, but he wasn’t watching TV like I’d first guessed. He was lying on the bench press in the middle of the room, lifting what looked like 150 pounds of weights above his head—but then against I was never good at measuring things with my eyes. His tall, slender body was drenched from top to toe in sweat, and his face was red and strained. My nose picked up on the strong, musky scent of manly sweat that lay heavy in the room. I found myself inhaling extra deep, secretly enjoying the scent of my stepfather’s work out.
Next to him there was a second man, one that I didn’t recognize. He was looking down at his wrist watch and loudly counting each time that Jack lifted the weights. He was wearing a sleeveless, white shirt and a pair of cargo pants, as well as a pair of sporty sneakers that practically screamed “I’m into fitness!” He was young and extremely fit, with short, spiky blonde hair covering his head. Definitely a sight for sore eyes, I thought and watched him admiringly as he counted Jack’s lifts out loud.
“Hello,” I said. “What’s going on here?”
“Wait a moment, Sophie.” Jack panted and lifted the weights with shaking arms. “Just… one more… set.”
“Hey,” The second man looked up and waved at me.
I waved back and took a few steps into the room. “So, who are you?”
“I’m Adam,” He grinned and gestured towards Jack. “I’m his trainer.”
“Oh, like a personal trainer?”
“Yeah!” Adam nodded eagerly.
With a loud grunt, Jack lifted the barbell one last time before dropping it into place with a loud bang. “Phew!” He said and sat up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. His tight, black shirt was sticking to his muscular body like a wetsuit. He was already quite fit, but I guess some extra toning never hurts. “I’m starting to get a little sweaty…”
“That’s a good thing,” Adam said. “Can you feel the burn in your biceps? That’s progress!”
“Oh yeah, I can feel it all right. My arm’s fucking killing me…” Jack said and made a pained face. He turned towards me and gave me a small, encouraging smile. “Hi, Sophie. Come to laugh at your old man when he’s trying to get fit?”
“I promise I’ll be nice,” I said and giggled. “Why do you have a personal trainer, though? I thought you said your life goal was to watch every movie ever created, which seems kind of… you know… contradicting.”
Jack shrugged. “Yeah, well, you know how things change. I ran into Adam,” He nodded towards his spotter. “Old friends from high school, but he moved away so you’ve never met him before. Anyway, we ran into each other and I mentioned that I was trying to get into shape. Turns out he’s working as a fitness trainer nowadays, so everything kind of fell together I guess.”
“Oh, cool,” I said and plopped myself down on the sofa where I could watch them comfortably. “Don’t mind me!”
“I never do,” Jack winked and turned towards Adam. “So what’s next?”
“Well you seem to have the bench press under control, so let’s try some pull–ups.” Adam responded and started walking towards the pull up bar in the roof. “Now, put your hands on the bar facing away from you and try to get a firm grip…”
I spaced out while Adam went on about the proper technique and benefits of doing pull–ups. My eyes were on Jack—more specifically, the hard, bulging muscles underneath his tight shirt. When he lifted himself up on the bar, the muscles in his biceps tensed up and bulged, growing larger and larger. Jack was huffing and puffing, his face growing redder every second.
“That’s good,” Adam nodded. “You have good technique. Just a few more now, I’ll count to ten. One…”
Jack’s arms were shaking, and you could tell that the workout was taking all of his energy. He slowed down and stopped working as hard, knowing that the end was near.
“Come on!” I called out. “Faster! Give it your best. You can do it!”
Jack grinned at me and took a firmer grip on the bar. Panting, he lifted himself up all the way and then some, almost like he was showing off to me.
“9… 10!” Adam called out. “That was great. You’re going to be sore in the morning, though.”
“Yeah,” Jack grunted and dropped down onto the floor. “No kidding.”
“If you want good results, you should pair your workout with a healthy, nutritious diet. A portion of lean meat, such as chicken breast, combined with a heaping serving of green vegetables is never wrong.”
Jack nodded. “Sounds like we got dinner planned, Soph.” He grinned at me. “You like broccoli, right?”
I wrinkled my nose and made a pouting face. “I guess I don’t really have a choice!”
“Nope!” Jack laughed at my dismay. “I’m fucking drenched over here… I need a shower. Will you two be all right if I go shower for a few minutes?”
“Sure,” Adam agreed. “I’ll put the game on and we can watch it before I leave. Brought a few beers, too.”
“Sweet,” Jack said and started walking up the stairs towards the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a jiffy.”
Adam plopped himself down in the sofa and draped his arm over the backrest, brushing his fingertips against my braid accidentally. He crossed one leg over the other and took the TV remote in his hand, casually skipping through the channels. It crossed my mind that he was very comfortable being in our home, despite never having been here before. After turning on the game and setting the remote down on the arm rest, Adam turned towards me.
“So,” He said with a glimmering smile. “You’re Jack’s stepdaughter, huh? Never pictured him as a family man.”
I shrugged. “We’re more like friends than father and daughter,” I explained. “I was already quite old when he married my mother, so we didn’t really get a chance to bond in that way.”
“I see,” Adam nodded slowly, his green eyes fixated on mine.
“By the way, I was actually thinking…” I said and got up from the sofa. “Do you think I need some work done, too?” I asked, gesturing my hand over my body.
Adam looked me up and down slowly and licked his lips before answering. “Why, of course!” He said with a big smile. “And I don’t mean that in a bad way, not at all. You do have a lovely, fit body, but some more muscle could never hurt. There are some exercises that are particularly beneficial for women…”
“Oh?” I said coyly. “Maybe… you could show me?”
Adam cocked his head to the side and looked me up and down again, but this time it was less professional. “I’m sure I could,” He said with a sly grin as he got up from the sofa.
“Let me just get out of this bulky shirt first,” I said and slowly pulled my college shirt over my head. Underneath, I was wearing a tightfitting, black tank top that showed off my curves and cleavage. Adam shot me a quick glance before walking up behind me, setting his hands down on my hips and stroking them softly.
“Spread your legs a little bit,” He instructed me quietly. “You want your heels beneath your shoulders.”
“Like this?” I asked and bit my lip.
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” Adam said into my ear. I could smell his breath, minty and fresh, and feel the heat of the air as it brushed against my skin. “You’re a quick learner… Now, bend your knees slowly. Ke
ep your back straight at all times.”
I bent my knees slowly, feeling the muscles in my thighs burn. “Mmm, it burns a little bit.” I mumbled.
“That’s a good thing; it means your muscles are working.” Adam said. “Now, slowly raise yourself back up.”
I raised myself up slowly, feeling my backside rub against Adam while I rose. I felt something else rub against my backside, too. Something… hard.
Adam’s hand landed on my buttocks and pressed it forward. “Keep your back straight,” He said, his hand still resting on my left butt cheek. It felt warm and pleasant there, and I didn’t want him to move it. When I realized where it was, however, he quickly moved it up to my lower back.
“Did you just touch my ass?” I asked with a giggle.
“Uhm… yeah,” Adam scratched the back of his head. “I was just trying to get your back straight, and I guess I grabbed you too low. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” I said and glanced back at him over my shoulder, noticing that he looked slightly embarrassed. “I kind of liked it.” I added and bit my lip gently.
Adam’s eyes shrunk and looked at me suspiciously while I turned around and set my hand down on his leg. I let my hand brush over his crotch, feeling the swollen, hard bulge that I’d felt a moment ago. “And I think you liked it too.” I whispered.
“Well, I…” Adam mumbled and reached his hand around my neck, stroking it softly. “I can’t deny that.” He said finally. His mouth was left slightly open, almost as an invitation for me to kiss it. Before I even realized what I was doing, I was leaning forward with my own lips parted.
Our mouths met and his soft lips wrapped around my upper lip, sucking on it gently. I closed my eyes and let out a pleasurable moan, enjoying the taste of his skin. It tasted natural, manly and musky, unlike men who lathered their skin in scented body lotions and creams. I preferred it this way.
Wow, I can’t believe I’m doing this, I thought as Adam’s tongue probed my lips and started to explore the inside of my mouth. What if Jack finds out?! Adam’s hand slipped down my back and started stroking my buttocks, this time not on accident. His other hand landed on my waist and rested there, gently caressing my skin with his thumb.
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