Connor’s fingers started to caress my scalp and play with my hair, which felt amazing. When his hands wandered down across my neck, I hoped that he would be gentle.
He stroked my shoulder softly, sending a shiver through my body while he pulled the strap of my shirt down over my upper arm. His hand continued down into my shirt and caressed my chest slowly.
“I have a confession.” He mumbled.
I let out a gasp when his hand cupped my breast, and my small nipple stiffened as his hand rubbed against it.
“What’s your confession?” I whispered.
“I’ve been looking after you very closely…” He whispered. “And I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it once you started getting older. You’re so sexy.”
I blushed. No–one has ever called me sexy before.
“Oh Connor…” I said quietly, closing my eyes and quietly enjoying the feeling of his strong hands squeezing my plump tits.
“After you turned 19, you blossomed into such a beautiful, young woman.” He said into my ear. “I’ve found myself getting aroused every now and then just from having you around.”
He pulled my top down over my breasts to expose them and let his hands wander over them once more, squeezing and pinching my perky nipples and making me moan. I could feel a tingle shoot through my body, stopping between my legs. Suddenly, Connor’s hands lifted from my chest and gripped my arms instead, pulling me out of my seat.
I turned around to face him, letting my hands drag over his clothed torso. When I looked up into his green eyes, it was as if a completely different man stared down at me. He looked fierce and dominant, but I could see something else in his eyes too, something that he had kept hidden for a long time… Lust.
He extended his hand and stroked my cheek, tucking away a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His hands traveled down across my body, over my arms, waist and hips. He slipped his fingers underneath the seam of my pajama pants and pulled them down slightly, letting them fall to the ground.
His hands suddenly reached behind my ass and lifted me up in the air, and I wrapped my legs and arms around his neck and held on. Our faces were so close, the stubble on his cheek rubbing against me. I could feel his hard cock press against me through his sweat pants, and felt a pang of curiosity.
Connor set me down on the table with my backside resting against the edge of the cold, wooden slab. I swallowed once, nervously waiting for his next move.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“What do you want to happen?” My stepfather asked.
I thought for a moment. What did I want? I didn’t know what was supposed to happen now, I had never done anything like this before. But from what my girlfriends had told me, men apparently really loved blowjobs.
“I guess… I could blow you.” I suggested and let my hand trace across his body, onto his crotch. He grunted quietly when I squeezed it, closing his eyes and licking his lips.
“I don’t want that.” He said. “Not when I have the real thing right here.” He continued with a wink, running his hand down my thigh and stroking my swollen pussy. It felt good, causing me to let out a soft moan.
“Feels like someone is horny.” Connor whispered, rubbing the outside of my wet panties with his fingers.
He hooked his finger around the seam of my panties and pulled them aside, exposing my puffed, wet lips. His finger traced across my slit, becoming soaked in my juices as he pushed it in between my folds.
“Oh!” I gasped as his finger circled my sensitive clit, sending a wave of pleasure throughout the lower half of my body.
His other hand stroked the inside of my thigh, warming it up and exciting me. He moved it upwards slowly, until it was right next to my opening. He probed it gently with his finger, making me moan loudly as he swirled it around inside of me.
Suddenly, Connor’s finger slipped out from me as he fell to his knees. With my legs resting on his shoulders, he placed his head between my thighs and started to lick my pussy.
“Oh Connor!” I moaned when his tongue separated my folds.
Eagerly he explored my wetness, using his hand to stroke my bud. His other hand circled my hole, making it compress and tense as it ached for penetration.
It felt amazing, and I couldn’t help but to move my legs around, stroking his back with my feet as he pleasured me. Quickly, a special, new sensation was building up inside of me — something I had never felt before.
Connor’s hand started to wander up over my body, sliding in under my top and onto my chest. He cupped it in his hand, caressing it gently and stroking my nipple. I placed my hand over his, gripping it tightly as the sensation built up inside of me.
“Oh my god.” I moaned. “It feels so good!”
I felt like I was about to go over a waterfall, with my body tensing up and going numb. All I could feel was my pussy, quenching and vibrating from pleasure as I went over the edge.
“Ah!” I gasped. “Ah, ah!”
By the time it was over, I was seeing stars, and my body was completely relaxed. I was panting quietly, enjoying the after waves of my intense orgasm. My pussy was sensitive — almost too sensitive to touch — and I was relieved when Connor pulled back.
He stood up in front of me, looking down at me with a peculiar expression on his face.
“Mmm…” Was all I could say. “That felt so good.”
My eyes wandered over his body, slowly going down, until they settled on his groins. His bulge was huge, its size clearly visible as it stood out through his sweatpants. Suddenly filled with energy, I leaned forward and placed my hand over it.
“Wow…” I mumbled, my mouth gaping open in amazement. “It’s so hard!”
I looked up and our eyes met, the hunger showing clearly on his face.
“I know.” He said, reaching down and stroking himself. “I’m a bit surprised myself; it doesn’t normally get this rock–hard. You turn me on so much.”
I giggled but blushed slightly, feeling surprised that I could make someone that excited. I reached out and grabbed his pants, pulling them down slowly over his hips and letting them fall to the ground. I massaged his cock through his boxers, curiously feeling out his thickness. It throbbed against my hand, pulsating with blood.
Connor pulled his boxers down, letting his dick spring free. It was large and thick, about the size of my forearm, and I couldn’t help but to let out another gasp when I saw it.
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and took a step forward, pinning me against the table as he leaned forward. Our bodies pressed together, his heat radiating against me and making me feel hot.
He placed his lips against my collarbone, tickling me as he wandered upwards and kissed me all over. His teeth nibbled on my earlobe, sending a shiver of excitement through my body.
“I want to fuck you.” He whispered into my ear.
I licked my lips, feeling my pussy throb willingly.
“Fuck me.” I begged, reaching my arms around his body and holding him tight.
His hands found my inner thighs and he separated them, letting his cock rest between my folds. He breathed heavily as he rubbed it up and down between them, soaking his cock in my pussy juices. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he placed it at my entrance.
“Are you ready for this?” He breathed, pushing himself forward and edging his cock an inch into me.
I gasped as it penetrated into me, spreading my lips open and feeling like it was about to rip me apart.
“I’m ready!” I moaned, relaxing my body to allow him to enter into me.
He thrusted forward, forcing his cock another few inches into me. I gasped as it stretched my hole wide apart, my muscles tensing and gripping tightly around his massive dick. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding his body close to mine.
He thrusted once more, pushing his cock all the way inside of me. It rammed against my inner wall, causing me to let out a pleased groan, and he started to slide back and forth inside of me. His sti
ff cock rubbed against my g–spot, making me quiver and let out quiet sounds of pleasure.
“Oh, Jenny!” He moaned as he moved himself back and forth, filling me up with his massive cock.
His hands suddenly reached around my back and lifted me up into the air. With my hands behind his head and his strong hands below my buttocks, we made love in the air while he held me up.
Connor stumbled forward, slamming my back against the kitchen wall and pressing me up against it. He leaned forward and placed his lips on my neck, kissing it roughly. He moved his head up and pressed his mouth against mine, locking them together in a long, passionate and wet kiss.
His thrusts were becoming harder and more rapid, ramming into me with a force that was making me bounce up and down against the wall. He was breathing heavily, gripping tightly around my ass cheeks with his hands and digging his short fingernails into me.
“Oh…” He let out, his voice sounding almost like a growl. “Oh, Jenny!”
His cock grew, expanding my inner walls even more before he erupted inside of me. His fertile, warm cum shot straight into my cervix and coated my inner walls in a thick layer of white goo. He was gasping, his legs shaking as he pushed into me a few last times.
Soon, his cock slipped out of me as it begun to deflate, but he still held me up in the air, squeezing me tightly. I looked down at him between fluttering eyelashes, seeing the pink flush that covered his cheeks. His eyes were tired, but he looked pleased and happy.
When Connor set me back down on the table, I collapsed instantly. I could have never guessed that today was the day I would have lost my virginity, or that Connor’s cum would be spilling out of me onto the kitchen table by breakfast.
A slight fear was building up inside of me, knowing that we had just fucked unprotected and that he had spilled his seed inside of me. Hopefully there won’t be any consequences…
I lifted myself up onto my elbows, glancing at my stepfather who was leaning against the kitchen wall, panting, with a guilty look on his face.
“It’s okay, daddy.” I said and smiled at him. He furrowed his brows and looked back at me, shaking his head.
“Please, just call me Connor from now on.” He said and laughed as he walked into the corridor, probably to the bathroom to clean himself up.
Suddenly, I remembered the long list of errands I still had to do — the reason I had woken up early to begin with. I wonder if the car ride will be awkward? I thought to myself as I walked upstairs with cum spilling out of me, rolling down my thigh.
* * *
Princess from Behind
I was getting sick of the guests my mother had invited over. They were snobby and pretentious, but that wasn’t even the worst part! She had decided — without even asking me — that she was going to invite some of her friends and family to my 19th birthday party.
Sure it was nice to be remembered (although they probably only remembered because she told them), but it all felt so fake to me. The go–to gift was always an envelope with 20 bucks, or a gift card to a clothing store. I can’t remember the last time I would have received something meaningful. What happened to being thoughtful and original?
I swear most of the people who showed up just bought something on the way over. If only some of my real friends were here, then at least it wouldn’t be so horrendously boring.
I sunk my back into the sofa cushions and furrowed my brows, listening to the chatter between my mother and aunt. They were having a minor argument about counting calories and weight loss, and how my mother never bothered to keep up with her sister.
Suddenly, the chirping tune of our doorbell filled the room, as someone else had arrived to my cheerful party. I stood up and excused myself to go open the door, preparing to greet yet another stranger. Leaping into the hallway, I reached for the handle and swung the front door open.
The moment I saw who was standing outside the door, I could feel all my annoyance wash away. It was Christian, my handsome new stepfather! He was one of the few people I had invited myself. I blushed and smiled, not saying a word while I stared up into his dark grey eyes, enjoying the short moment while it lasted. Suddenly, everything felt so easy. I wonder if he feels the same?
“Happy birthday Ella!” He rejoiced and put his gift aside, lunging towards me for a hug.
I spread my arms wide and threw them around him. When I rubbed my hand over his back, I could feel his hand land on my ass and slowly move in circles. For a moment, I could swear that his heartbeat became louder and faster, pounding against my ear.
Hearing everything — all the sounds of his body — and with only the thin fabric of his shirt between my ear and his naked chest, I was getting lost in my thoughts. I squeezed him tightly and closed my eyes, getting the most out of it.
He made me feel safe, wanted and cared for — something my own father had never made me feel, because he had left us when I was still very young. That bastard better have a good reason.
Still, I wasn’t angry, because if he hadn’t left, I would have never met Christian. He was everything I looked for in a man, but sadly I wasn’t as lucky as my mother. I was yet to be with a man — of my own age or older — and thinking about it made me feel really unwanted.
“Are you awake?” Christian whispered into my ear, stroking my locks with his fingertips. I was broken out of my trance.
“Sorry.” I mumbled, leaning away from him with my arms still wrapped around his waist. “I was just so happy when you came.” I added, smiling up at him. I wished that we could just stand there and hold each other, but the magic was gone and I could hear someone walk up behind us.
“Hey honey!” My mother called out behind me. “You came!”
Christian let go of me and walked up to her. I was feeling quite jealous at that point, even more so when he dove in for a quick hug and kiss. I tried to hide my hateful glare when my stepfather turned towards me to present his gift.
“Here.” He smirked and handed me a flat, rectangular package. “I hope you’ll like this.” After that, he turned back towards my mother and followed her as she walked to the corridor.
I stood on the door frame for a moment, setting my eyes on the trees in our yard. Last night’s snow was covering the ground and trees, weighing down the branches. Beautiful I thought to myself as I closed the door, curiously feeling the package in my hands. It wasn’t a large box, and it wasn’t the best wrap work I’d seen, but I was still more excited about this than I had been about any of my other gifts.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, sliding it along the tape to make a neat incision in the wrapping. Carefully, I took the small, rectangular box and opened it from the sides. A silky cloth was covering it, and when I lifted it up to reveal my present, I felt my skin go all tingly, and a small tear appeared in the corner of my eye.
It was a framed picture of me, a few years back when we were on a camping trip in the forest. I was smiling like never before when he took this picture. I had forgotten how happy I was that day, and I had no idea that he had taken such a nice photograph of me then.
I lifted the frame from the box to inspect it further, and noticed a small note underneath it. I picked it up and read it.
“To my sweet girl who is becoming a beautiful woman. Happy birthday – Chris.“
I pressed the picture against my chest while I glanced into the hallway in search of my stepfather, but he was gone. I have to thank him. I thought, feeling warm on the inside. It was the sweetest gift I had ever received.
Eager to find a spot for my new picture frame, I skipped through the corridor and walked up the stairs to my room. I glanced around the square bedroom, letting my eyes wander over the lavender wallpaper, messy bookshelves and the big double bed and the old, white nightstand next to it. I should put it there. I decided. It will cheer me up in the mornings, remembering the time when I was once happy.
I sat down on the edge of my bed, taking a good look at the picture again and imagining that I was there n
ext to the river still. I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it felt — enjoying nature, and the freedom that came from living in peace with it. For just one week, I didn’t have a single worry in the whole world.
But something had changed. Other thoughts were entering my head — forbidden thoughts. I remembered seeing Christian, swimming naked in the fresh water stream. I had gotten a fairly good look at him, but back then I thought nothing of it. It was normal. Now… it didn’t feel so innocent. In fact, I was starting to feel rather strange from just thinking about it. Am I crushing on my stepfather?
My cheeks burned warm as I blushed, but an even hotter heat rushed between my legs. With images of Christian, bare and fit, on my mind, a pleasant tingle went through my lower body. No longer able to control myself, I lay down on the bed to let my mind wander free. I found myself moving my hand over my stomach, slowly making its way across my ribs to my breasts.
I lost track of time while I was feeling myself out, letting my hand slip underneath the seam of my jeans into my panties, feeling silky smoothness of my freshly shaved mound against my fingertips as they slid lower and lower.
My moment of complete concentration was suddenly interrupted as I heard footsteps right outside my door. I was startled and, in a flash, pulled my hand out of my pants, the increased adrenaline causing my heart to beat rapidly.
“Ell–” A familiar voice started. I looked up at the door and saw Christian standing there, his face looking unusually pink. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t just walk in like that.” He added quietly, shame filling the cracks in his voice as he turned away from me.
I sat up on the bed awkwardly, uncertain what to respond. I was feeling incredibly aroused, even more so now that he was standing in front of me. When I looked down to my left, my eyes locked on the picture frame that was still lying on the white duvet. Before answering, I took it in my hands.
“Thanks for the picture.” I said casually, watching him slowly turn his head to look at me. “I love it.” Our eyes met for a moment, and I wondered if he could see how turned on I was. I wasn’t sure exactly what he had seen when he opened the door.
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