by Hunt, Lexi
I wasn’t entirely sure how to act or what to say, especially because my stepdad had been the one who finally ended it. I mentally prepared myself for how I would greet him as I walked down the platform, dragging my little pink suitcase behind me. I also felt a little bit guilty, because I was visiting my stepdad before going over to visit my mom at her new apartment. She had told me when I spoke with her on the telephone that she was fine, but I got the feeling that she might be a little bit jealous. She didn't understand it was more important to me to try and maintain a relationship with my stepdad. He wasn't my biological father, therefore I had visions of him just gradually slipping away and disappearing out of my life. So I decided to make an effort from the offset, and suggested that I come stay with him for a night or two, now that my first year at college was over.
From the moment, I suggested it, I felt like something had changed between my stepdad and I. It was like this whole weekend had been built up into something... different. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I felt like there was a strange, almost awkward enthusiasm coming from both sides. Maybe I was just over thinking things, I did have a habit of doing that.
I shook my head as I strolled down the platform, trying to free my mind of these strange thoughts and concentrate on looking from my stepdad. Sure enough, he was stood on the far side and his face brightened up as he noticed me walking towards him. I held up my hand and waved, a broad smile spreading across my face. Now that I saw him, all the feelings of apprehension and nervous anxiety began to melt away. I really had missed him, so rushed forward and gave him a huge hug.
"Hi Daddy" I said, my face crushed against his chest as he embraced me “I’ve missed you”.
He squeezed me even more tightly in response, obviously reciprocating what I was feeling. Then we walked in a comfortable silence back to his car and he drove us back to our family home.
The evening that we spent together was just like any other. We chatted and ate dinner together, and then later on we settled down to watch a movie. Although my stepdad was incredibly strict, and kind of uptight, I felt like now that my mum wasn't around anymore. He was a little more relaxed. It saddened me to think that they weren't together any more, but also maybe feel happy that he'd now somehow found some sort of peace with himself. But he was still as strict, snapping at me that moment I walked through the door for keeping my shoes on (something that I actually found funny rather than annoying) so I didn't really feel like he’d changed too drastically.
But later in the evening I realized that my assumptions about his new attitude might have been wrong. The movie we were watching together was just about over, and all of a sudden my mobile phone started ringing. I saw that it was my boyfriend Jason who was calling me, so I snatched up the phone in excitement and rushed out of the room. It didn't occur to me that what I had done might have been classed as rude.
When I returned to the room after what must have only been a fifteen minute conversation with Jason, my stepdad was stood in the center of the living room, with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked stern and domineering, and I had to stifle a sigh of exasperation. It looked as though some things would never change.
"Who was that?" He demanded in a clipped tone.
"Jason" I said, abruptly. I was an adult now and I wasn't prepared to take this kind of crap from him.
"And who is Jason?" My dad retorted, his face visibly flushing. I'd never had a boyfriend while I was living at home, and any guy that I was ever interested in was generally scared off by the fact that had such a scary and stern stepfather. I never would've even dreamt of bringing a boy home, or indicating that even had a crush on one. I knew that he was so overprotective that he would have just gone crazy. But now that I was in college, I couldn't see what the big deal was. I was no longer his little girl. I was a grown woman, and as far as I was concerned I could do whatever the hell I wanted!
"My boyfriend." I said, defiantly. "Do you have a problem with that or something?"
My stepdad’s flushed face visibly paled, and his nostrils flared. I felt exasperation take over as I realized that we were about to have an argument. I couldn't believe it. I came all this way to spend some quality time with him, and already he was deciding to pick a fight. Everything I had thought about him being and more relaxed and laid back immediately seemed irrelevant and counterfeit.
He opened his mouth to speak, but in a moment of strange confidence and unexpected defiance I held up my hand.
"Just save it okay?" I said, keeping my voice stern but also controlled. "I don't need to listen to this. I came here with the intention that we'd spend some quality time together, and I don't wish to spend it being lectured by you about something which, quite frankly, doesn't concern you. I'm not a child anymore, Dad. I make my own decisions, and I'm afraid you're going to have to respect that. I'm going upstairs for a shower, and then I'm going to bed. We'll talk more in the morning if you really feel like it's necessary."
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I managed to keep my voice steady, but inside I have to say that I was really nervous. It was the first time I'd ever stood at my stepdad like this, and the way that I had done it meant he didn't have a leg to stand on. I was completely reasonable in what I was saying and the way I said it. A victorious smile spread across my face as I climbed the stairs and walked into the bathroom, then began to climb out of my clothes. I seriously had to stifle a giggle as I stepped into the shower, recalling the shocked and almost horrified look on my stepdad's face as I turned and walked away from him, without giving him the chance to even respond. If only I'd been more like this when I was living at home? Then perhaps we wouldn't have spent so many years at each other's throats.
I sighed a deep sigh and allowed the hot streams of water to massage my neck and back. Although I was still glowing from my mini-victory, I was ever so slightly nervous about whether or not my stepdad would be waiting for me when I got out of the shower, determined to continue the argument. He was that kind of man; always needing to be the one in control.
And, sure enough, as I emerged from the steamy room, a skimpy white towel wrapped around me and wet tendrils of hair plastered against my shoulders and chest, I found that he was waiting for me. I open my mouth to say something defiant, but then had to stop myself. There was something different about his expression. It had moved from the general annoyance and dissatisfaction that he displayed downstairs, and now looked something far more primal. He was angry. Very angry. But why?
"Would you like to explain this?" He said, holding up my mobile phone in his hand. I gasped and recoiled in horror, as I saw what was on the screen. It was a thread of messages that me and Jason had been sending to each other, and contained a lot of dirty pictures and equally filthy words. I couldn't believe that he'd gone through my phone! What's more, I couldn't believe that he'd seen the pictures; the pictures that were only meant for my boyfriend. My face turned a deep shade of crimson, and I felt my stomach turn over as he fixed me with a steely gaze. At that moment, I didn't feel like a strong independent woman anymore. I was blasted back to being a naughty child, visibly shrinking under the disappointed gaze of my stepdad.
"You shouldn't have looked through my phone!” I squeaked, feeling ashamed but also noticing that anger was rising up inside me. It was true, he shouldn't have been looking through my phone. He should have respected my privacy.
"And do you think this ‘Jason’ respects your privacy?" He spat, his fingers curling around the phone and squeezing as if he wanted to crush it. "Do you think he respects your privacy when he's obviously flaunting these pictures around, showing all of his friends and God knows who else?”
"He wouldn't do that!" I said, my voice rising in volume. "You don't even know him. You know nothing about him!"
I'd lost control; rage, anger and shame building up inside me until I just couldn't take any more. I stepped forwards and tried to snatch the phone out of my stepdad’s hand. He moved away quickly, still holding t
he phone in his hand as I reached out and swiped at him again. Yet again, he moved --frustrating and angering me to the point where I just lunged forwards, flailing my arms in a desperate attempt to take the thing out of his hands and regain some control of the situation. But as I move forward I stumbled, tripping forwards and crashing into his chest. As this happened, the skimpy white towel that was wrapped around me fell away. So before I even had chance to cry out in shock, I found that I was naked in his arms.
At that moment, he dropped the phone. I looked up at him, seeing the rage and disappointment in his eyes melting away, and becoming something else. Something far more intense, and equally terrifying.
Without a word of warning, he cupped my chin with his hand, leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I went visibly weak in his arms, and didn't respond to the kiss right away. I was in complete and utter shock! This was my dad! The man I'd call Daddy, since I was a young girl. The man who'd raised me. And yet here he was, squeezing me tight, with his tongue massaging my own. I felt like an explosion went off in the pit of my stomach, and gradually started responding to the kiss.
Before I knew it we were stumbling our way into my old bedroom, our hands all over each other. His huge rough hands slid up my torso and cupped my perky tits, while my trembling fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Losing patience, I ripped the garment open -- sending buttons flying all around the room. My stepdad pulled away from the kiss, panting and gasping, with a look of primal lust and desire in his eyes.
"You're a very bad girl, Millie” he whispered, and grabbed me by the wrists. It was all happening so fast, and I felt like my head was going to explode as he sat himself down on the side of my bed and bend me over his knee in one swift movement. I squealed and kick my legs, ashamed and delighted by what was happening to me. Then I yelped in pain as Daddy began to spank my naughty little ass!
It was an unbelievable sensation, and although I felt shame and confusion with every slap, I didn't want it to end. I felt a rush of heat traveling down between my legs, and knew that my pussy was getting incredibly wet, incredibly quickly. Why was I responding like this? Why was I getting so turned on by my daddy?
I didn't have much chance to question myself further, because Daddy parted my ass cheeks, with one hand, and then slipped to an expert finger up inside me. I groaned and squirmed in his lap, allowing him to slide up inside me even further, all the while panting and squeaking with delight.
I could feel his erection bulging in his lap, straining against the fabric of his trousers. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to undo his zipper and take out his huge, hard cock. I wanted to feel it inside my mouth, taste his salty pre-cum and allow him to tip his load down my throat. I had barely even seen a cock before, let alone tasted one -- but for some reason I wanted it more than anything I had ever wanted before.
"Naughty girl" Daddy whispered, and then plunged another finger up my tight cunt. I squealed and writhed, unable to take the shame and exhilaration of it all. Why wasn't I stopping him? Why was I allowing this to continue? It all just didn't make any sense, but the fact that my pussy quivered and contracted around his fingers told me that I must be enjoying it. My entire body was screaming that I was enjoying it. So I decided to ignore my head, and allow my daddy to go to town on my pussy.
"You’re so tight." Daddy whispered, thrusting another finger up inside. He was right, I was tight. I was tight because I was a virgin. No fingers had ever been up inside me before except my own, never mind a cock. And now he was pumping me vigorously, teasing and caressing the folds of my labia and tickling my clit. It was absolutely unbelievable, and I felt my juices flowing freely, making his hands slick and wet.
Then, suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and rolled me off is lap onto the bed. He undid his belt and reached into his pants. I buried my face in the mattress, too ashamed to look at him, but all the while hoping and praying that he wouldn't stop this. I needed this. I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me.
“You like the way Jason fucks you, huh?” My daddy said, straddling me on the bed and pressing his chest down against my back so that I was pinned wear a laid. I didn't have the energy to answer, but instead squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my hands into fists.
"You like the feel of Jason's cock in that tight little cunt of yours?” My daddy continued, grinding against my ass with his huge erection. I could feel wet pre-cum against my ass cheeks, and I gasped. It was clear that my daddy didn't know that I was a virgin. Jesus Christ! I was a virgin!
I couldn't let him take my virginity. It wasn't right. He was my daddy for God’s sake. I knew that I'd never be able to forgive myself if I let him, so I finally found my voice and forced myself to speak.
"I'm a virgin" I whispered, barely audible over the gasps and groans were both letting out. But my daddy didn't get off me. He stayed where he was, crushing me down with his weight.
"And you want to keep it that way, I bet?" He whispered, his mouth just inches from the back of my ear. I nodded in response, and shivered as a felt him reaching behind and sliding his rough hand up the back of my leg. Why wasn't he getting off me?
"Good girl" he whispered. "It's okay, because I have no interest in your virgin pussy. I'm more interested in you tight, virgin ass."
I barely had time to register, what he said, before I felt the hard tip of his bulbous prick pressing against my tight rosebud. I squealed as I realized what he was about to do, but he just didn't listen. He thrust forwards and buried his stiff prick deep inside my virgin ass hole. I cried out in pain, biting my lip and thrashing on the bed while he forced his way up inside me.
“It hurts!” I wailed “Daddy, it hurts!”
I was all too aware that my wailing cries would spur him on even further. And I knew at that moment that was the reason why I was saying them. There was a deep part of me that wanted to feel him up inside me like that. I felt so dirty and degraded, and couldn't believe the pain that I was in, but somehow it just felt right.
He drew out slowly, and then slammed back up inside me so that I cried out again. My ass was being stretched out unbearably around his shaft, and I actually felt like I might pass out with pain. But beneath the pain there was something else. It was a kind of pleasure that I'd never experienced before in my life, and the more my daddy stuffed his prick up inside my ass, the more I felt my pussy begin to throb.
Daddy quickened his pace, sliding out of me and then slamming back up inside with brutal force. I squealed and cried, but made no indication I wanted him to stop. I didn't want him to stop! I felt an orgasm building up inside me, and instinctively began to grind my hips against the mattress beneath me. I desperately wanted some friction against my clit.
Noticing what I was doing, my daddy responded. He thrust his hand beneath me, seeking out the fleshy mound of my clit and pinching it between his finger and thumb. I gasped with shock and pleasure, and then moaned like a little whore as he began to roll it between his skilled digits. It sent wave after wave of intense and unexpected pleasure through my body, and I felt my cunt getting warmer and wetter by the second.
"Fuck me harder." I found myself screaming, on the verge of climax "come on Daddy, fuck my virgin ass."
I felt my daddy's cock twitch inside my ass as he quickened his pace, slamming into me over and over with such force that I felt the bed moving beneath us. It was clear that he was about to cum, and for that matter so was I. My stepdad let out a final yelp and groan of pleasure as he stuffed his cock up into me as far as it would go. The moment that I felt the hard spurts of my daddy's cum blasting up inside my ass my own orgasm came squirting outwards. My pussy quivered in clenched, squirting my juices all over my daddy's hand and soaking the bed sheets beneath me. It was the most unbelievably pleasurable experience of my life, and I didn't want it to end!
I still felt mild waves of pleasure tingling through my body as my daddy gently pulled out of my ass, and flopped down onto the bed beside me. He threw his arm over me, drawing me i
nto his chest and squeezing me tight. We lay like this together for a few moments, panting and gasping as we gathered our thoughts. I knew at that moment that my visits to my stepdad’s house were about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Taken By My Daddy And My Boyfriend
“A Rough and Reluctant Double-Penetration Short”
SYNOPSIS:
Amy has a very strict mother and stepfather, who forbid her from seeing boys. Her mother is away for the weekend and her stepdad goes out for dinner one night, so Amy invited her boyfriend, Gary, around for some steamy fun. But things get even more heated when Amy’s stepdad returns early to find his daughter on all her knees, sucking her boyfriend’s dick. Rather than risk allowing him to tell her strict and religious mother, Amy tells him she will do absolutely anything to buy his silence – even if it means giving up every hole she has to offer.