I complied, slowly spreading myself, trying not to let my ego get in the way of pleasure.
“Now, why don’t you show me how you like to be fingered?”
I licked my fingers and slowly traced my body from my nipples down to my clit. I started there, rubbing soft circles into the swollen pink flesh. I let my head fall back a bit and as my body responded to the touch I began to explore. My tiny middle finger traced my slit as my index and ring split the delicate petals. I let my hips rock as I slowly began to finger myself.
Closing my eyes made it easier to forget I had an audience, and my body came to life as I slowly forgot to be ashamed.
I bit hard on my lips as my fingers dove deeply into my velvet and let out a whimper. Just then Cole’s finger slid inside with mine.
“Oh baby.” I whispered, not having heard him get up.
He used his strong arms to guide his fingers deeply into my wetness. And once he was there it was like fireworks as he twisted and tugged the needy flesh within me.
“Fuck my fingers baby, show me how you want to ride my cock.”
I couldn’t help myself, I could hardly sit still with the intense pleasure he’d been giving me. I wanted to fuck him now and wished he’d give me what I needed already. I worked my hips hard on his finger and our lips met and tongues tangled. I sucked on his bottom lip and whimpered desperately.
A strong arm wrapped my waist and he lifted me, carrying me back to the bed and lying down with me on his lap.
“Here baby,” he grinned, throwing a condom my way from the nightstand.
I fumbled with the wrapper as I slid my slickness up and down his cock. I didn’t want to bother with the damned condom and suddenly regretted not getting on the birth control pill like we’d talked about. I was afraid of the side effects; but now as I felt the frantic urge to have his flesh on mine, the last thing I wanted to do to have to fiddle with a condom.
“FUCK IT!” I thought to myself, guiding him inside of me as I fiddled with the wrapper some more.
I lost concentration as he slid deeply into my pussy, opening me up wide. I bucked up and down on him a few times. Having already had so much foreplay, it wasn’t but a few seconds before my body told me it was ready to go. I tried to keep focus, but my body overruled my concentration and I rode him hard as my body gave in to desire. My muscles contracted hard and fast and I let out a moan as I felt myself cumming on his bare cock.
“I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t stop myself,” I explained through desperate breaths.
“It’s alright baby… Put the condom on now and let me finish inside of you.”
I followed his orders, my own body weak with spent pleasure. I took my time, rolling the condom down his thick cock and taking my place over him. This time my body could handle the intensity, and having just spent my energy on my own orgasm, I focused on him.
We’d planned to break the new the next week after we’d met up with mom and dad. But today, I had something much more pressing to do. I held the tiny applicator stick between my thighs and peed onto the opening. In five minutes, we’d know.
Cole paced anxiously about the room as the clock slowly ticked. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but his nervous behavior only made me afraid. My gut told me that I was pregnant, but I prayed that it was just a fluke. My period had always been on time, but who knows… I had been stressed about explaining to mom and dad, maybe that had something to do with it.
At three minutes Cole picked up the stick and looked at it. I clenched my eyes tightly and prayed. The lines still hadn’t developed.
“Look Cindy,” Cole began, his voice wavering and unsure.
It wasn’t like him to sound this way, and I feared what he was about to say. It seemed clear enough, he wasn’t ready for this, for any of it. I knew he was going to tell me that we’d made a mistake. My heart was heavy with grief as the options flew through my head in a millisecond. I couldn’t get an abortion, that was just wrong. I’d have the baby, and have to find a way to take care of it on a waitressing salary. I’d barely been able to scrape by myself, I couldn’t dream of what it would take to care for a baby.
“This isn’t how I imagined any of this going…”
“Oh no! Here it comes, don’t make a fool of yourself, don’t shed a tear for him.” I told myself firmly.
“It doesn’t matter what this test comes out with, positive, negative, it’s all the same to me. The truth is, what we’re doing is wrong. It’s wrong in the eyes of the Lord and it’s wrong for everyone who loves us.”
My vision blurred as the tears formed in their wells.
“I’m going to do the right thing Cindy, and I am sorry that it’s not going to be the way you deserve to hear it.”
Cole dropped to a knee in front of me and he pulled a gold ring from his pinky finger.
“I’d rather do this right, somewhere romantic, after a beautiful weekend but I realize that if I waited now, you’d always wonder if the results of this test had something to do with my asking you. I feel nothing but love for you Cindy-Lee Bladon, and I want you to be my wife.”
I stared down at him in utter and complete shock. It was as if I’d dreamt it all. Had he really just gotten on one knee and proposed to me? I choked back tears and threw myself into his arms.
“Yes!” I cried. I will marry you baby, I will!”
Five months later nothing between us had changed other than my sex drive, the support of our family, and well, my body. I was horny as hell and Cole never seemed to mind my swelling belly. He said I was more beautiful every day and he proved it by fucking me at my every whim. I’d always heard that women had interesting cravings when they were pregnant, but mine seemed to focus wholly on Cole’s cock.
“Do you think it’s bad for the baby?” I asked him as he lifted me onto the wall in the kitchen.
“Not in the least. When we went to your appointment two weeks ago I asked the doctor, he said it was fine as long as you weren’t resting your weight on your belly.”
“You did not!” I exclaimed in disbelief and embarrassment, suddenly realizing why the doc and Cole had exchanged a wink and a grin.
“What can I say, I am a concerned father.” Cole winked at me, a sly grin on his face.
“Some father, you’re just a horny little shit.”
“I’ll show you little.” Cole warned as he pressed his hard cock against my wetness.
I bit my lip, spreading my legs further.
“Fuck me Cole.” I begged him.
Cole pressed his cock up to my eager pussy and with one swift thrust he filled me completely. His cock was so fucking thick and I loved every inch of it. I bucked my hips against him, panting and moaning as his rhythm became a steady beat.
“You like it when daddy fucks your tight little hole don’t you sissy.”
My body responded, for whatever reason I still found it sexy when he called me his sister. It was such a taboo, such a naughty thing to be doing.
“I like it daddy, fuck me harder.”
Cole let loose, his body thrusting as hard as he could against me, abs and biceps flexed hard. I could feel him beginning to sweat and I tightened my insides around his cock. Cole let out a deep moan. I’d been training my muscles since I found out I was pregnant. The doctor told me it would help me deliver, and help me to recover. When I’d started them Cole couldn’t tell if I was flexing them or not, but now he said it felt like I was milking his cock with my pussy.
Suspended in the air I let him take me as I looked down at the baby that was growing inside of me. If you’d have asked me six months ago where I’d be now, this would be the last place on earth I would have expected. But as our bodies shuddered and released, I knew that this was exactly where we were both meant to be. Together, forever.
My Step-Daddy’s Secret
I closed the door slowly behind me, cursing the creak of the old hinges. On tiptoes I made my way through the foyer and into the hall. I was nineteen, and felt like a child having to sn
eak around this way, but my stepdad Luke hadn’t really given me a choice. Ever since my mom died, he had been hard on me. Considering that he had caught me high as a kite, half naked with two boys in my room two months after her funeral, I didn’t really blame him.
Though I might have needed his strict hand back then, I was older now, had a year of college under my belt, and was much more mature. I hadn’t wanted to move back in to his place, but the job I had working at Mocha Joe’s wasn’t going to pay the summer rent. Besides, living here would mean I could actually save up a little for next year.
Luke had been reluctant to let me come home. He said the last thing he needed was a nineteen-year-old running around like some sort of wild child. By the time we were done discussing his rules, I was sort of expecting to have to sign a contract. Home by 9PM. No boys in the house. No drinking, or drugs. No cigarettes. On and on and on he went until coming home sounded more like a summer in lockup. Nevertheless, I agreed to his rules.
I started as the old grandfather clock rang to life. ‘Jesus,’ I thought, holding my chest as if my heart would jump right out of it. Three loud dongs and the room filled with silence again. I hadn’t meant to stay out as late as I did, but my best friend Sara had begged me to stay out with her. She had met Blake last week and ‘was falling in love.’ Unfortunately for me, her falling in love, involved me keeping company with her boyfriend’s best friend Tyrell.
I crept further down the hall, where my eyes picked up the dim light in the study. ‘Shit.’ I thought stepping closer to the room, as silent as a mouse. If he was up, it might mean he was waiting for me—though, I doubted he would have checked in on me. All I wanted to do was get to my own room unnoticed and get some sleep.
A low sound struck my ears curiously. It was something like a low soft clapping. Passing the little crack in the door, I slowed, tracing my eye through the room. Luke was sitting at the computer, headphones in his ears. Owning his own business, I was used to seeing him working in his study, but the monitor flickered and flashed, and my eyes drew up towards the screen.
I gasped, covering my mouth in shock and an attempt to silence the sound that had escaped me. I flew down the hall towards my room, trying to shake the image of the curvy little blonde and the thick cock she was sucking. If there was one thing I hadn’t been expecting, it was to catch my stepdad jacking off. I thought only teenage boys did those sorts of thing, not men, and definitely not Luke…
Just as I opened my door, light from the study poured into the hallway, halting me in my tracks like a doe in the headlights. My stomach knotted into a tight, nervous ball.
“Do you have any idea what time it is Luliana?” His voice boomed.
I shrank. He never called me Luliana unless I was in trouble, and somehow it still gave me the same nervous jitters that it had when I was fifteen.
“I know, it’s too late. Sara begged me to stay out with her and her new boyfriend. Honestly, I wanted to come home but she didn’t give me much of an option.” I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I answered him. My eyes had twice dipped to his jeans where the button was still unfastened, evidence of his late night private life.
Luke’s eyes narrowed and followed mine, his stern demeanor morphing into something less intimidating as he clasped the button on his jeans. Maybe he hadn’t realized that I’d seen what he’d been up to…but my own red cheeks and wandering eyes had given me away.
Luke wasn’t wearing a shirt, and for whatever reason my mind seemed to be processing him in a way it hadn’t previously considered. My eyes raked over his strong shoulders and the muscles that dove down over his chest. He was built very differently than the boys I was used to dating. He had definition that only came with a long dedication to exercise, good eating, and a gym. His ribs tapered down in a V until thick straps of muscles arced over his hipbones and disappeared below the hem of his jeans. Shadows outlined the space between those thick straps, and light trail of hair traced down the mid-line from his belly button to his…my eyes dipped once more to his jeans.
Though his jeans weighed heavily against him, and the change in situation had drained much of the blood from his erection, I could still make out the thick outline of his cock. I looked down at my feet in shame. I had never been interested in him that way, never even considered it. But somehow standing there in one of the most awkward interactions I’d ever experienced, my sex was pulsing as strongly as my heart. He was my stepfather for god sakes. What kind of a pervert was I to think about him that way?
“We can talk about this in the morning,” Luke asserted, turning back towards the study and closing the door behind him.
‘Oh god,’ I whispered, leaning back against the frame of my door. My heart was racing and my head was full of curious thoughts that I wasn’t even willing to admit I was having.
Lying in my bed I couldn’t seem to get the images out of my head. The blonde sucking the man’s cock, my stepdad’s bulging bicep as he pleasured himself, his masculine chest and cut abs…the look of his swollen cock beneath his jeans. It was so wrong, so naughty, and so…hot.
I slid my fingers under the covers and traced the delicate mound that hadn’t stopped aching. My body had never reacted so strongly to anyone, I needed to cum, and maybe then I could sort everything out. My body arched under the heat of my own touch. I flexed and pulsed, feeling myself growing wet at the thoughts and images still fresh in my mind. My nipples grew into tight little buds and I sank two fingers deep within my wetness, pulsing and flexing until I couldn’t take it anymore. Giving in to the release my body convulsed hard, sweet relief flooding my veins as my heart beat hard against my chest.
The deep sleep that I fell into was not silent. No, it seemed I dreamed all night. In one moment I was the girl sucking the cock on the screen, in another, I was holding Luke’s thick shaft and stroking it. The dream I woke from was the most intense, I was naked and straddling him, our lips locked in a kiss as I began to lower myself onto his cock. Just as I felt the heat of him against me, I jumped, waking myself.
Luke was out, and I knew by the time that he was on his run. Three times a week he ran for an hour and a half, you could literally set your clock on his running schedule. My mind was still caught up on the night before and though I should have known better than to snoop, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. It was as if my body was in control rather than my mind. I wanted to see exactly what daddy had been up to, and nothing was going to stop me.
I glanced at the time, twenty to eleven, he wouldn’t be back until ten after, so with haste, I headed for the study. I booted up his computer with impatience and clicked open netscape. Luke wasn’t bad with computers, but he wasn’t so savvy as to know that he should delete his history or use the private browsing features if he wanted to keep his searches private. I clicked on the tab for history and tracked my fingers down the entries. Wall Street Journal, Google Maps….bingo-Porno Hb.
I clicked on the entry and an image of an older man and a much younger woman wearing pigtails popped up. She was bent over with her bum facing the screen and a little banner that hid her private parts flashed with the words “Enter Here.” I clicked the link, and another screen populated showing an assortment of scenes from videos. At the top was a search bar and I clicked on it, my jaw dropping when I saw the personalized searches he’d entered. “Step daughter worship, naughty stepdaughters, daughter sucks her stepdad,” and on and on. Each of them sharing at least one common theme…stepdaughter.
I swallowed hard. Apparently I wasn’t the only one thinking about naughty taboos.
“Ahem.” I jumped, turning in the air and spreading my arms out to cover the screen behind me.
‘Shit.’ How long had he been watching? From the look in his eyes, he knew exactly what I was up to, and he wasn’t excited about it in the least.
“You come into my home, you disobey my rules, and now you’re snooping into my personal business?” His voice was hard and his eyes glowered at me with distaste.
I felt
suddenly small, and like a real twit for having snooped.
“I…I’m sorry Luke. I was just curi…” Luke cut me off midsentence.
“This is unacceptable, Lula” his eyes grew dark. “If you want to stay in this house you’re going to have to abide by my rules and damn it if I shouldn’t take my god damned belt to you like I did when you were sixteen.
I bit my lip. He had beat my ass when he found me drugged up with those two boys in my bedroom. Honestly I was thankful that he had been so hard on me, because it was probably the one thing that saved me from heading down a very bad path. But now as he threatened to spank me, it was only my sex that was responding.
“Why the hell are you staring at me that way?” His voice was confused and irritated.
Maybe he had expected the same frightened look I used to give him when I was sixteen. Maybe the hungry innocence that was instead laid plain on my face was confounding him. Or maybe he didn’t want to admit that the thought of slapping his belt across my thick curves gave him the same thrill as it did me.
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