Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  Oh no, I thought. What if he was mad I told Ashley? “Uh,” I said, trying to stall. Finally, I admitted, “Yeah, sorry. I told Ash. She kind of suspected. Plus, she thinks you're hot too.”

  He raised both his eyebrows at that. “Oh, does she?”

  Crap. Now I didn't have a chance. “She does.”

  “Very interesting,” he mused. “Well, I'm excited for our afternoon. I hope your stomach doesn't hurt too much,” he teased. All I could do was smile and look away, embarrassed.

  Soon enough both Ashley and mom were ready to go. “We'll be back soon, guys!” my mother called.

  I could hear Ashley say, “I hope not too soon, I want to see everything!” as they shut the door behind them. Oh, how I loved my best friend.

  Suddenly and unexpectedly confident, I stood and walked toward my stepfather. His eyes were warm and inviting, and something else...something a little more wicked. He leaned against the countertop and I smiled at him. All at once, he rushed toward me, covering my mouth with his in the most passionate kiss I'd ever had. He explored my mouth, massaging my tongue with his, and I let out a little moan. It made him groan, almost a growl.

  “Let's get you upstairs,” he whispered.

  I didn't need any more invitation. Walking upstairs, I could feel Paul's eyes on me. Then his hands. We walked into my room and he immediately pulled the straps down from my bathing suit, exposing my breasts to the cool air and making my nipples pucker. He looked at them hungrily. “So fucking huge,” he marveled, grabbing my breasts and beginning to massage them. I could feel myself getting wet.

  “How could you possibly want me when you have mom?” I asked him, genuinely curious as to why he would want a fat girl like me when he had a statuesque blonde for a wife.

  He looked at me pointedly and asked “Are you kidding me?” He dipped his head lower, taking one of my nipples in his mouth for just a moment. “I've wanted to plow you ever since I was allowed to want it. These huge tits, that round ass. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?” he questioned.

  I didn't. “You like that I'm bigger?”

  He groaned. “I love all your curves.”

  He continued sucking and licking my nipples, making sure to pay equal attention to each one as he slowly began pushing me toward the bed. I landed on my mattress with a bounce as he started to pull down the rest of my suit, leaving little trails of kisses down my belly. I knew what was coming, and I couldn't wait. I helped him pull off the suit, now completely naked.

  He looked at my pussy, already wet, and growled hungrily. He got down on his knees and separated my thighs, throwing both of my legs over his shoulders. I was impressed he was strong enough to support them, but he was, after all, a marathon runner.

  He buried his face in my pussy, not bothering to even tease. He licked me from bottom to top. He even licked my asshole, which made me squirm. His eyes locked on mine and he grabbed my belly, squeezing and moaning. The vibrations of his moan on my pussy made me throw my head back in pleasure. “Oh my God, Paul...” I half-whispered. He continued to lick my pussy, sucking on my clit and making my legs shake. I could feel I was about to cum and I began twisting and writhing on the bed.

  “That's it baby,” he said. “Cum for daddy.”

  For some reason, Paul calling himself “daddy” pushed me over the edge and I came hard, covering his face in my juices. He moaned loudly. A satisfied, “Yes...” escaped his lips.

  He stood and motioned for me to lie fully on the bed, and I did as I was told. He climbed over me, covering me with his muscular body, and once again grabbed my tits, massaging and kneading them. He took one hand away and began to stroke his already impressively hard erection, fire in his eyes. “You want daddy's cock, baby?” he purred.

  Wordlessly, I nodded.

  He wasted no time. He got up and stood before me, his magnificent cock standing hard and proud. I have never seen anything so huge, even in the porn I had watched on the net. I couldn't wait to get it in my mouth. But it was so big; all I could do was to take in the head and lick him up and down his long shaft. After a few minutes of sucking his big cock, Paul lifted my legs again, my calves on his shoulders, and plunged his manhood deeply into me, my pussy already soaking wet and ready for him. He groaned at the sensation. “You're so fucking tight,” he growled, reaching down to rub my clit. “How are you so fucking tight?”

  I didn't think right now was the time to tell my stepfather that he was only the second person I'd ever had sex with, so I just smiled coyly. And I really didn't think it was cause I was so tight but because he was so frigging huge. With every thrust I felt my pussy being stretched wide. This seemed to turn him on even more and his thrusts became harder, faster. His head reeled back in what looked like pure ecstasy as he pounded into me. “Fuck...” he moaned. And I met each of his thrusts. My pussy felt filled and I couldn't help but feel another orgasm building.

  He looked me square in the eye, a wicked smile on his face. “You gonna cum again for daddy?”

  He stroked my clit as we continued to screw, and through moans of pleasure I managed to breathe out a “Yes!” This urged him on even more, and he continued his fast, hard movements. He was so big, it kinda hurt. But in a good way I can't explain. Soon I was convulsing on the bed, once again covering him in my cum. I could not believe this was happening.

  Paul was clearly at the point of cumming, based on his heavy breathing. He pumped in and out, body beginning to shake, and at the last moment pulled out, cumming all over my stomach and pussy. He moaned with pleasure then sat back on his heels, lowering my legs.

  “You look good like that,” he breathed. “Covered in my cum.”

  I smiled and reached my hand down, lifting a bit of his cum onto my finger. I raised it to my mouth, tasting him.

  He drew in a breath. “Fuck, Claire. You're gonna be the death of me.”

  I just giggled and said, “We better clean up before mom and Ash get back.”

  He smiled devilishly. “You know,” he began, “we could conserve some water and just shower together.” He winked.

  Chapter 9

  After our shower, Paul and I both got dressed, unable to stop staring at each other; unable to stop smiling. We both heard the door open and my mother shout, “We're home!”

  Paul kept his eyes on me as he called back, “Okay!”

  We headed downstairs. Ashley and mom were in the kitchen, talking about all they'd seen. I could tell Ash was completely uninterested in what mom was saying, but she managed to keep that charming smile plastered on her face while my mother prattled on about this store and that store, etc. I felt for Ashley, I really did.

  They noticed the both of us as we came downstairs. Paul had put on what he was wearing before so nothing looked suspicious. I also noticed he blow-dried his hair. Mine was still wet, so that was a nice touch.

  Ashley turned to me with raised eyebrows I hoped weren't too obvious and asked, “Hey, feeling any better?”

  Paul answered for me. “Oh, don't worry, I took good care of her.” He stared pointedly at Ashley, letting her know he was aware she knew what had happened. My mom was clearly not picking up on anything, which was excellent. I don't know what would happen if she found out.

  “Good,” my mother said. “Good, good, good...” she sighed. “Ashley and I had a wonderful time, didn't we?”

  Ashley painted on that fake smile again and said, “The best!”

  Mom smiled graciously. “We would love to have had you guys with us!” she told Paul and me.

  “Oh, I know,” I told her. “I just was feeling so crappy. Hope you don't mind, Ash.”

  She flashed me a conspiratorial grin. “No, don't worry about it,” she said, assuring me for my mom's sake that she didn't mind my absence.

  Mom slapped her hands down on the countertop suddenly, making all of us jump. “Well, I think I'm going to go for a nice long run then head to the beach to watch the sunset. Paul, babe, do you want to come with me?”


  Paul looked around, stalling for time and deciding. I knew he didn't want to go. “Ah, no babe. I'm gonna stick around here. I just got totally bushed being at the beach earlier.”

  Mom looked at him strangely for a moment. He always wanted to go for runs. Finally, she let it go and kissed his cheek, “All right, I'm going to change my clothes then I'll be out!”

  “Okay, hon,” Paul smiled as mom walked up the staircase. He looked at both of us. In a hushed tone, he spoke to Ashley directly. “You know you can't say anything about this to anyone, right?”

  Ashley looked innocent when she said, “Wouldn't dream of it!” Her smile then turned naughty and I knew she was up to something. “But I think I have a really good idea,” she said.

  I looked at her, genuinely puzzled and a little concerned. Her ideas were usually unbelievably devious. “What is it?” I asked her dubiously.

  Her smile turned to a pout and she turned to Paul. She tugged at her bra strap which just slightly showed under her shirt and let it snap back down. “Do you wanna fuck both of us?”

  Paul's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. So did mine. Was she talking about a threesome? Paul sputtered for a moment before he regained control of himself. “Keep your voice down,” he warned. “She's right upstairs, and she'll be down here any second.” He looked around then fixed his eyes back on Ashley, darting his gaze between her and me. “Hell, yes! But we can talk about this when she's gone.

  Ashley smirked and sat back in her chair, feeling victorious. “Deal,” she stated simply.

  I shot her a look letting her know I was not okay with her bringing that up without consulting me. I knew she had a thing for him, but I didn't know she would actually suggest what she suggested. And if we did have a threesome, how would I be able to compete with her hotness? It was impossible. I would feel so self-conscious.

  We all heard mom's footsteps and turned to wave her goodbye. She left through the front door and as soon as we were sure she was gone, Paul looked at us.

  “Get upstairs. The both of you. Now,” he commanded. I'd never seen him like this before. It was incredibly hot.

  Ash and I both wordlessly climbed the stairs and sat on my bed. We weren't really sure what we were in for, but Paul sounded almost...mad. I heard him pacing in the kitchen directly below my room and Ashley and I shared a look. Then we heard him coming upstairs. Both of our bodies tensed.

  He came into the room, face like a stone, and ordered, “Stand up.”

  We stood quickly. This dominant side of Paul wasn't something I was used to. He looked from Ashley to me and back again. “Now strip down.”

  Ash had a happy smirk on her face, but my eyes widened like saucers. Still, we both took all of our clothes off as instructed. Standing naked in front of him, I wasn't sure what to expect next.

  He looked at us hungrily. “Claire, lie down on the bed.” I did what he said. He turned to Ashley next, who was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning. “Ashley, eat her pussy.”

  Shocked, I blurted out, “What?” Before I could protest, though, Ash climbed on the bed and separated my pussy lips with her fingers before she lightly licked my clit. She kissed and licked and sucked slowly, taking brief breaks to rub my pussy, which made me tingle. Meanwhile, she was wiggling her perfect ass in Paul's direction.

  Paul had been standing near the doorway watching us and stroking his cock, but Ash's unspoken invitation sent him into action. He knelt behind her and began to eat her out from behind. Her breaths became hotter and hotter on my pussy and I found myself loving the feel of her mouth on me. Watching Paul lick her pussy and ass was also unbelievably arousing.

  She giggled and moaned at what must have been a particularly well-placed lick and based on her movements, Paul pushed himself into her slowly. His huge size made her squeal with pleasure and pain.

  "What the hell?" Ashley screamed as she turned around to look at his immense cock. I guess it was the biggest she had seen as well. After spending a few minutes on his cock, she returned to licking my pussy, letting out the occasional screech as Paul stretched her wide. He was pounding her so well her movements became erratic and inconsistent. Feeling brave, I grabbed the back of her head and shoved it into me, which made her squeal again. That, in turn, made Paul grunt in pleasure and smack her on the ass, leaving a red mark.

  “Switch,” he growled, wiping sweat from his brow. We immediately obeyed. Ash laid down on the bed like some kind of goddess and I positioned myself like she had been. “Claire, eat her now.”

  I didn't hesitate, even though I'd never gone down on a girl before. I figured if anyone was the right person for it, it was my best friend. I lowered my head and mimicked the motions she'd been doing before, hoping I was getting it right. Clearly I was, because her head lolled back and she let out a moan, grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face into her. “Yes,” she ground out.

  My ability to turn her on and the knowledge that Paul was watching made me a little more brazen. I licked my index and middle fingers and slowly pushed them inside. She squealed, which made me giggle. I sucked her clit while I moved slowly in and out of her pussy with my fingers, tracing small circles on her g-spot. Her long legs started to shake and I could tell she was about to cum, but I didn't stop. I was unbelievably proud of myself. Her breathing became heavy and her pussy tightened around my fingers.

  I could hear Paul groaning behind me as he thrust into me. I was getting used to his huge girth...in fact I was loving it. Still, I didn't stop trying to make Ashley cum. She was so close I could feel it building, and finally she completely erupted, actually squirting in my face. I licked it up and in a moment of uncharacteristic confidence, lifted my fingers to her mouth so she could taste herself. Paul lost it. I could tell he was trying not to cum, to make this last as long as he could before mom got home.

  This time, he had a different idea. “Claire, lie on the bed face down and spread your legs. Ashley, get on top of her and do the same.” We listened.

  He crawled onto my bed behind us and I could feel him thrust into me again, but this time when he pulled out, he pumped once into Ashley. He continued this switching game until both of us were ready to cum again. And we did. I screamed out in pleasure as I could feel Ash's hot juices spread down my crack and pool near my pussy. Paul leaned down to lap it up.

  He pumped into me again and this time kept going. I could tell he was fingering Ash's asshole while he was fucking me and it turned me on. His breath became heavy and ragged and by now I could tell he was going to cum. He pulled out of me and came all over Ashley's ass, which made her moan.

  All three of us collapsed on the bed (which I'm sure was about to break) basking in the afterglow of what was easily the best sex of my life – so far. Now that I'd established this dynamic with my stepfather of all people, I had the feeling my sex life was about to get a lot more interesting.

  Epilogue

  Our week at the beach came to an end. Ashley had left the day after our amazing evening, assuring me that absolutely nothing about our relationship had changed. I was glad about that. Even though the events of the night before last were incredibly intimate and way more than we'd ever come close to doing, I still wanted her to be my best friend.

  As we were packing up the car once again, my mother said, “I think Ashley should come home with us for Fall Break.” My eyes widened and I locked eyes with Paul. “Wouldn't that be nice, honey? She's such a lovely girl.”

  “Yeah!” I answered too quickly. “She is. That would be awesome. Good idea, mom.”

  Paul looked at me while we piled our bags in the trunk and winked. I just hope mom didn't notice my smile.

  Getting Under My Skin

  By: Kylie James

  Getting Under My Skin

  © Kylie James, 2016 – All rights reserved

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  Chapter One

  “You’re getting old dad,” I said laughing as I saw my stepfather struggling to carry all of his and my bags on the porch of our beach home. It was summer time and normally me, my mother April, and my stepfather Joseph, came to the beach house for our vacation, but this year a slight change of plans occurred. Unfortunately, my mother was home sick with the flu and instead of calling our vacation off, my mom was kind enough to tell us that we could still go. Being the twenty-three-year-old woman that I am, naturally I had to bring my best friend Theresa in my mother’s place.

  “That’s because you’re too lazy to carry your bags,” Joseph said dropping the heavy bags on the porch. His beach house was the only one in the area so he knew that if he left the bags out there for a little while that they wouldn’t get stolen. Laughing again, I walked over to the mad man and kissed him on the cheek.