Involuntarily, I started to grind, moving my hips back and forth against his face while his tongue eagerly licked my wet slit. A strange feeling was building up inside of me, and I was trying to push myself closer to it.
“It feels so good.” Was all I could say between sharp breaths.
Aidan’s hand traced over my thigh and onto my pussy, massaging it slowly before he moved one finger to my opening. He circled it slowly, making my pussy throb and ache for something.
“Oh my god.” I whispered.
His lips and tongue wandered up, onto my bud, and he embraced it fully. The feeling of him sucking on my swollen, pink peak made me grip tightly against the bed sheets while I held my breath. A wave of pleasure washed over me, making me let out a loud “Ah!”
Then, another wave washed over me, and I moaned again — then again, and again. The orgasm was relentless and overwhelming, taking over my entire body until it went numb. I felt like I was flying, when in fact I was probably just arching my back really far.
After a few moments, the sensation settled down and I managed to breathe regularity again. I opened my eyes and looked down at Aidan, who was coming up from between my legs. His thick, erect cock was dangling between his legs, and I reached for it instinctually.
I leaned forward, ready to take him in my mouth again, but he placed his hand on my shoulder and held me back.
“I want to fuck you.” He said.
“Oh…” I mumbled. “But we don’t have protection.”
“Don’t worry, I’m clean.” He assured me.
“Okay.” I nodded agreeably, relaxing my body and laying back down on the bed.
Aidan hooked his hands under my knees and pulled me towards him, letting my feet rest on his shoulders. His stiff, massive cock pressed against my pussy, letting me known just how turned on he was.
“Fuck me, Aidan!” I commanded, and was met by a sly smile.
“As you wish.” He said with a wink.
The tip of his enormous cock pushed against my opening and he thrusted forward. Aidan penetrated into me, making me gasp and shiver from pleasure.
“Oh God!” I moaned, biting my lip when his fat cock filled me up.
He started to thrust back and forth, edging himself deeper into me with each push. Each move he made caused me to moan even louder, until he rammed his cock straight into my cervix and made me scream.
“Oh Vic.“ He groaned, gripping my thighs in his strong hands.
His thickness was stretching my pussy wide open, impaling me, and rubbing against every sensitive spot inside of me. Quickly, I was climbing towards another orgasm.
Aidan leaned forward and placed his hand behind my neck, lifting my head up towards his face. He pressed his lips against mine and we locked together in passion, his massive cock still thrusting forcefully in and out of me.
I moaned into Aidan’s mouth, biting down on his lip when suddenly his cock seemed to grow inside of me. He started to thrust faster, pushing into me with all his might. I was sent over the edge, my muscles spasming as I gasped for air.
Aidan erupted inside of me, filling me up with his warm, sticky fertile seed. It coated every wall of my pussy until it overflowed, running out of my tight, aching hole while he thrusted back and forth into me.
“Oh yes!” I screamed, wrapping my legs around his body and pressing tightly around him.
He groaned, twitching slightly as he slowly pulled himself out. Exhausted, he rolled over and laid on his back next to me on the bunk bed. I laid with him for a moment, enjoying the last waves of my orgasm, before getting up from the bed and making my way to the bathroom.
When I looked into the bathroom mirror, a completely different person looked back at me. My cheeks were rosy, my hair messy, and a string of semen was running down the inside of my thigh.
I ran my fingers through my hair quickly in an attempt to straighten it out. If only I had known what I was missing out on all these years… Then I would have definitely lost my virginity a long time ago!
At the same time, I was glad that I had waited, because my stepfather was the dream catch. He was the man I had always wanted, but couldn’t have… Until now. I thought, and my reflection smiled innocently at me.
* * *
Wet and Untouched
Pulling my heavy, red bag behind me, I stepped out from the train and onto the platform. I hoped that my stepfather hadn’t parked his car too far away from the entrance, because I really didn’t want to be pulling my enormous suitcase around anymore. Why did I have to pack so much? It’s only one weekend at home! I thought, annoyed at myself for not thinking ahead.
I took out my phone and thought about calling Garret to ask if he was already here, but I didn’t dare. I hadn’t been in direct contact with him for a long time; in fact my mother had been the one to tell me he was coming to pick me up from the station. I slid my phone back into my pocket and started walking down the platform alongside the train.
Luckily, the train wasn’t carrying much people this time, and the platform was almost completely empty. While glancing into the distance and searching for my stepfather’s car, the chill breeze blew against my face. I had forgotten just how cold the wind got in my hometown, and I was actually starting to get cold already.
At that moment, my stepfather’s car pulled up next to me, stopping his car by the edge of the pavement. I felt myself become excited when I saw him get out of the car, smiling hugely at me while he walked around the car and approached me with his arms open wide. I threw my arms around him and we managed a successful hug, even though it was slightly awkward at first.
“Hey dad.” I mumbled, pressing my cheek against his chest while he tucked me into his arms and held me tight.
“Glad you came.” He said and let go of me, leaning a little bit backwards to look upon my face. “How was the trip?”
“Cozy. I slept almost the whole way here.” I answered with a smile.
Garrett grabbed my bag without asking and walked to the back of the car to put it in the trunk.
“That’s cool. So you aren’t tired at all now, then?” He asked, closing the trunk door.
“Nah.” I responded, just smirking while he looked at me.
“Alrighty then!” He said as he walked towards the driver’s side of the car. “Shall we go?” He added as he got in.
I opened the passenger door and got into Garrett’s car, which was much cleaner from the inside than mine. I wonder if he tidied it up before he came to pick me up? He must have…
We drove off and headed towards home, with Garrett seeming slightly more quiet than usual. Maybe he’s just tired, compared to me who’s been sleeping for the past hours. I kept glancing at him while he drove — something just wasn’t right, and I could feel it.
“So how’s school?” He suddenly broke the silence with a pretty mundane question, probably trying to break the ice barrier between us.
“Just fine, it’s been pretty easy.” I didn’t really know what to answer, it was just school after all.
“Met any nice boys?” He asked in a cheerful tone.
My parents might have expected me to meet someone, but I found that I just didn’t care about relationships. They felt unnecessary to me, at least the way my friends made them seem. The idea of opening myself up to someone completely, making myself absolutely vulnerable, was certainly a scary thought. Not to mention the added risk of heartache on top of that — count me out!
“No… Still single.” I answered.
My voice was silent, but I looked out the window with a smile on my face, knowing that I wasn’t missing out on anything special by being single.
“What about girls?” My stepfather punched my arm playfully, giggling to himself.
“No!” I said with laughter, punching him back.
“Hey now, you can’t disturb the driver!” Garret said loudly, still joking.
“Uh huh.” Was all I said, rolling my eyes. “So where’s mom?” I added after a moment.
“She’s, uh, working late today. Her team is busy with another, big project.” He explained and started to slow down the car.
I could see the distinctive green roof of my childhood home not too far away, and felt a pang of excitement and nostalgia.
“Is she even going to be home this weekend?” I asked.
Garret looked at me quickly with sadness in his eyes. I wonder if everything is alright between them…
“She’ll be home. Maybe a bit late, but she’ll be there. Especially now that you’re here!” Garrett tried his best to make it sound good, but it wasn’t very convincing.
After he stopped the car and we both got out, I stood for a short moment and looked up at the yellow brick house. Home sweet home, I suppose. Meanwhile, Garrett had taken my bag out of the trunk and brought it up to the front door, which he unlocked and held open for me.
Immediately when I stepped through the door, I noticed the obvious changes inside. It looked like someone had gone quite crazy with the interior decorations after me and my siblings moved out. The hallway wasn’t the old–fashioned, homey wooden style that I remembered so fondly, but rather a black and white modern theme.
“Whoa…” I let out as I walked around the hallway and inspecting it while taking off my coat. “What happened here?”
“Heather got really excited about decorating after she found some blog on the internet.” Garrett said vaguely, making me think that he had no part of the renovation.
I continued into the living room, taking in the new, enormous divan sofa which had replaced the old leather loveseat. I liked that couch… it was comfy. When I looked up, I also saw a giant flat screen TV mounted on the wall where the bookshelves used to be. It looked professional, like something you would see in a sports bar.
“I guess you got a say here, huh?” I said, looking over my shoulder to see where Garrett had disappeared to.
He walked in behind me, glancing at me and then up at the TV.
“Well, I have to get a say in something at least.” He laughed.
“Men.“ I smirked, suddenly noticing the thirst burning in my throat.
I continued into the kitchen and bent down to open the fridge and pour myself a drink. The fridge was filled with different foods and drinks — something that was unusual in my tiny, one room student apartment — but all I had eyes for was the big carton of orange juice.
“Can I have some OJ?” I called out excitedly.
Garrett walked in suddenly, startling me as his voice answered from behind me.
“Sure, take whatever you want.” He confirmed.
I took the carton out and poured myself a big glass, wondering if I should ask about their home life, or if it was too personal.
“So… what’s up with you and mom lately?” I asked. I didn’t feel comfortable guessing, especially if there was actually something bad going on.
Garrett leaned onto the counter, letting out a small sigh before he responded.
“I don’t know if I should be saying anything…” He mumbled quietly, nodding his head down and avoiding eye contact.
Oh no… Please don’t say you’re breaking up! Frankly, I was amazed that my mother had managed to keep her act together for this long. She wasn’t exactly the greatest person in the world.
I was starting to become overwhelmed with emotion. Mostly, I felt empathy towards Garrett, because I knew that he deserved better than my mother. But at the same time, Garrett had always been so great to me. He was caring and reliable, and I really didn’t want him to disappear from my life.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, walking next to him to try and comfort him — if I could.
He turned his head away for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he looked back at me.
“I don’t know… It’s just not how it used to be, you know?” He explained, and I could tell that he was feeling really bad about it. “Times change, I guess.”
I put my arm around him, feeling him tremble slightly when I hugged him softly. I wasn’t certain, but for a moment I thought I could see a tear appear in the corner of his eye.
“Is it really that bad?” I asked.
“She would be here otherwise.” Garrett said confidently. “I don’t think she wants to be around me that much anymore.”
The more he explained, the more I felt like there was more to it, but I wasn’t sure if I should ask about it.
“That’s not really nice of her. She should have been here for me, if anything. But hey… at least you were.” I glanced up at him with a thankful smile on my face.
“Yeah… I wanted to be there for you.” His voice sounded more calm again.
“Thank you for that. You know, I really like you, and even if you and mom might have trouble… You’ll always be my favorite parent.” Our eyes met and we stood silently for a moment, just looking at each other.
There was something strange in the air — like that feeling right before a massive thunder storm — and I felt strange on the inside. I wanted to… to hug Garrett even tighter. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to be there for him, in the ways my mother never was.
No… Joanna, no. I thought to myself quickly. But it was to no avail, I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in towards him.
I closed my eyes and separated my lips slightly, letting them fall against Garrett’s. I felt nothing but bliss when his hand wandered around my neck, holding my head up while he kissed me back, his soft lips fondling mine. I hope this moment lasts forever.
He pulled his head away first, both of us looking confused as we woke from our trance. For a brief second, neither of us said a word.
“I’m so sorry.” He said — as if it was his fault, when I was the one to make a move.
“No, don’t be. It was me.” I responded.
He walked away from me with worry plastered all over his face. I’m sure he felt conflicted, having kissed his own stepdaughter on the lips. Oh, but it was with such passion… I didn’t mind it — I enjoyed it. I followed his steps quickly.
“I wanted it.” I said, causing him to turn his head and look at me.
“It’s just… You’re so young and beautiful, Jo. I don’t think I could stop myself if you did that again.” His words only made the connection between us grow even stronger. It made me happy that he was so open about it, rather than shutting down and pretending that it never happened. I wonder…. Would he want to... to be with me? I took a step towards him and let my hands fall on his hips.
“It’s okay…” I whispered. “Take me instead.” I phrased my words carefully, hoping that he would show me who the man of the house was. When I did so, I could feel myself burn with lust on the inside.
Garrett turned around again, staring up at the roof for some reason.
“We… We can’t, Jo.” He said, but the tone of his voice said otherwise.
I reached up and turned his face towards mine, looking into his eyes as I fell to my knees. I was feeling a strong urge to please him. He turned around to face me, his cock mere inches away from my face. I let my hand run up his thigh slowly before placing it over his groins. He let out a gasp — a combination of surprise and arousal, perhaps. He was already hard, blood pulsating rapidly against my hand as I felt him out.
“Are you sure about this?” He asked quietly, almost whispering.
“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my whole life.” I answered.
Garrett snickered nervously, but seemed less agitated.
“Well... I can’t deny that I want you as well.” He mumbled. “All those sleepless nights, the memory of you always kept me company.”
My cheeks burned slightly when I looked up. I smiled softly when I met his eyes.
“This isn’t just a memory anymore.” I said seductively, gripping his leather belt and tugging at it slightly.
The belt came loose and I pulled it th
rough all the hooks, letting it fall to the floor next to us with a clang. My fingers trembled as I reached for the button and zipper. Garrett breathed heavily, almost panting, as I undid his pants and slid them down over his hips.
After a few minutes of teasing and caressing his thighs and groins, I let my hand wander up his thigh and under the seam of his boxers.
“Jo…” Garrett moaned as my hand wrapped around his cock to get a feel of it.
It felt stiff and hot, my short fingers barely reaching around his monstrous thickness. Garrett was visibly calmer now, it seemed. He stood tall, with relaxed posture, putting his hand to rest on my head while I pulled his boxers down.
His cock was a faint pink color, with skin soft and warm to the touch, and a slight curve upwards. However, I wasn’t prepared for just how big it was. I hadn’t seen many penises throughout my life, but Garrett’s was huge — even my virgin self could tell.
“Oh my god…” I mumbled. “I had no idea!”
He chuckled quietly.
“Well, at least I got that going for me.” He stood silent for a moment after continuing. “Do you want to try blowing me?” He asked.
“Sure!” I said cheerfully. I was still eager, and happy to please my stepfather. “I would love to.”
Garrett seemed taken aback, surprised that I was so willing to go down on him.
“Wow…” He said. “I can’t remember the last time I would have gotten one.”
“This is my first time giving one.” I confessed, slightly anxious.
“Oh? “Are you worried it won’t feel good?” Garrett asked with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you know.”
I nodded agreeably, because I really wanted to please Garrett — badly — and now that I had nothing to worry about anymore, I wanted to get right to it.
I leaned forward and stuck my tongue out, leaving a wet trail as I ran it up the shaft of Garrett’s cock. It tasted sweet, and I could still smell the hint of the berry shampoo that he always used. He must have showered very recently.
My lips parted with a smacking sound and I licked them carefully, coating them in a layer of my saliva before I moved my head closer. Garrett grunted and shivered pleasurably when my lips locked around the tip of his pink cock.
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