Stepdad's New Obsession (closed)

Good God was she as turned on as he was? It seemed hardly possible. The feel of Cristy's hand, his step daughter's hand, wrapped around his dick was so wrong in all the right ways. She spat, and her hand now glided effortlessly over his full length. He growled through gritted teeth.

"Do you like having me stroke your big fat dick? Your stepdaughter?" she asked. "Oh yeah." He said knotted frantically. He hissed suddenly and tensed as a wave of pleasure washed over him. "Fuck baby! Yeah, just like that!" A couple mournful groans made it clear he was thoroughly enjoying it.

He put all his concentration into not cumming. Instead focusing on giving her more of the dirty talk she seemed to crave. "You like that dick, don't you baby girl? You ever had one that big before? You think you can handle daddy's cock?"

She spat again and now the objects of his near constant obsession were wrapped around his throbbing shaft. The soft warm mounds of flesh enveloping him. Pre-cum began to ooze from the tip as he trembled, "Oh god. Yes, yes, yes. That feels so fucking good Cristy." He arched his back, struggling to speak, "Oh shit. I'm so close. Ugh! You're gonna make daddy cum!"
 
Cristy didn't relent, even when Gavin said that he was going to cum. Again and again she rubbed her breasts up and down the length of his cock, the head thrusting up til it practically hit her in the chin before disappearing down into her cleavage only to return a moment later. She was beyond just feeling guilty for getting him turned on earlier, beyond just wanting to help her stepdad out. She wanted him to cum. She wanted to make him cum with her tits, just like he'd been fantasizing about for so long.

"Do it, daddy, cum on my tits...cum for your little girl," the brunette cooed, as she squeezed her breasts tighter around Gavin's throbbing dick.

"Show me how much you love my tits, cum all over them for me," she practically begged as she looked up into his eyes.
 
When had it happened? At what point had Gavin lost control? He couldn't pinpoint the exact moment, but it was clear at this point the balance of power had completely shifted. Gone was the reluctant little girl. All semblance of apologetic guilt had disappeared. Cristy was now the aggressor and Gavin was helpless at her mercy.

Those magnificent tits smashed against his dick. The almost pleading voice saying, my God, such slutty things! There was no stopping it. He could feel the wave building and the dam ready to burst.

He was beyond the point of forming words now, simply grunting louder and louder with each stroke like a rutting animal. Cristy's relentless assault driving him to madness. His balls went tight, every muscle in his abdomen tensed, and his breath was cut off as he felt the familiar surge. The final concentration of pressure in his shaft before his breath exploded out of him with a gasp as the first massive pulse of his orgasm hit.

His body shuddered with each subsequent pulse as each hot ropey stream shot forth, covering Cristy's tits, some even splashing her chin.
 
Whether it was because of the alcohol she had imbibed earlier or the guilt she had felt before having aroused him and then sent him away, or perhaps because she was truly attracted to her stepdad, whatever hesitation or inhibition Cristy had felt before was gone as she stared up into Gavin's eyes. She had resisted his advances and flirtations, dismissed his ogling as creepy, and even denied her own growing desire, but as she rubbed her breasts against his manhood, desperate to bring him to climax, even calling him 'daddy' as she did so, there was no denying what she wanted.

She could see the desire and outright lust she felt reflected back at her from Gavin as he looked down at the sight of his cock plunging between her glistening breasts. As hard as his cock was, and based on the grunts and groans coming from him, the teen was sure that he was ready to come at any moment. Just a moment after Cristy had that thought she heard another, louder groan from her stepfather, and felt his body tense.

And then it happened. Thick white cum began to erupt from the head of his cock as it emerged from between her breasts, spraying up into the air and spilling down the sides of his cock onto her ample breasts. The cum flew into the air, most of it splattering back down onto her chest, a not insignificant amount landing on the brunette's chin and neck. Cristy couldn't help but smile as she continued to squeeze her tits around Gavin's cock, milking every last drop of his cum until she felt his erection slowly start to wane. By then her tits were coated in his thick, gooey spunk.

"Wow," was all the nineteen year old said as she slowly released her breasts, letting them spread back out to their normal position. Her eyes dropped from Gavin's face down to his cock which was still sticking straight up, the end red and dark, a small drop of cum resting on the tip. She once again wrapped a hand around her stepdad's dick and drew it towards her chest, rubbing the tip back and forth across her cum covered breasts and teasing her nipples with it.

As much as she had tried to tell herself that she was only doing this for Gavin, to help him out, Cristy was so aroused she found herself wanting to keep going. At one point she nearly leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, but stopped herself at the last moment. She wanted more, but she knew it would be wrong. What she had just done had been wrong, but anything more than that would be crossing a line she couldn't cross.

Releasing her grip on her stepdad's manhood, the teen stood up. "I hope that was alright. I guess I should go to bed now." Cristy felt stupid, but she wasn't quite sure what the best way was to excuse yourself after giving your stepdad a titjob. Awkwardly she walked away leaving him sitting in his chair.

As soon as she reached her bedroom, the teen stripped her soaked panties off and tossed them aside, then laid down on her bed, her stepdad's cum still covering her chest. A moment later, her legs were spread wide and she had two fingers buried in her pussy, while she scooped some of Gavin's cum from her tits and sucked it from her fingers. She came quickly and often before finally falling asleep, exhausted and very, very happy.
 
He could feel his pulse in his temples. Could hear the blood rushing in his ears. But as he struggled to catch his breath, he was mostly aware of the slowly ebbing waves of pleasure as Cristy continued to stroke him. More gently now. Draining him to the last.

He still shuddered as she gripped him in her hand again. Rubbing the now hypersensitive tip across her nipples. "Wow indeed!" He managed to croak from a now parched throat. He looked at her. The lust now fading from her eyes as they both came down off the adrenaline high that had consumed them. He had once thought of her as his little girl, but now she was a woman in every sense of the word.

He had long lusted after her physical body. Dreamt of an encounter just like this one. A fantasy he never seriously thought would be fulfilled. But now, as the afterglow wore off he found himself torn. Linda’s daughter. The once innocent seeming young lady, now kneeling in front of him, with his cum painted all over her. It was like he had corrupted her. Marked her. Claimed her as his own.

His rational mind, with all it’s guilt and self doubt was fighting it’s way back to the surface of his consciousness. What could come of all this? What happened when Linda returned? The next time he found himself in the same room with Linda and Cristy, carrying on a conversation, would Linda be able to sense Gavin picturing his cock between Cristy’s tits?

The thought derailed his train of thought. Fuck, he wanted her. She wanted him too. He knew it. Deep down. He had seen the way she looked at it. But she no doubt had all the same misgivings he had. His wife. Her mom. Neither of them had any desire to hurt her. It was an impossible situation.

“I hope that was alright. I guess I should go to bed now." Cristy said abruptly. Gavin stumbled for something to say but was at a loss for words. Should he thank her? How? A casual thanks would make this seem like no big deal. Any attempt at saying something sexy would likely make her feel cheap. It was all just too awkward. In the end, all he managed was a smile as she walked away.

He sat for a long moment, slutty visions racing through his head only to be chased off by pangs of self doubt and regret. He shook his head to clear it. It was time for a shower and a good night’s rest. Putting his clothes back in order he headed upstairs. Cristy’s door seemed to stand out at the end of the hall. He should at least say good night. However, once at her door he was once again torn by indecision and simply stood there a moment.

The sound was faint. Had he simply been passing he would have missed it. Quietly he put his ear to the door. There was faint rustling. Some muffled sounds from Cristy that could be nothing more than a good stretch or a fitful dream. He continued to listen. Nothing for a moment, and then a sound that sent a shiver through him.

It was unmistakable. A groan that could have only one cause. A tingle of excitement went through him. He heard it again, and his hand found his shaft kneading it through his pants. The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating. He imagined her under him. Imagined it was him drawing those sounds from her. There was no doubting it now. Just listen to her. She was as turned on by what had happened as he was.

She sounded like she was close. He lowered his fly and pulled his once again hard cock free, stroking as he listened. He could go in right now. Surely in her current state, there was no way she would turn him down. If he simply walked in and climbed in her bed, would she really not open her legs for him. He reached for the doorknob, but it didn’t move. Locked! Fuck! He had forgotten.

He could knock, but no doubt that would ruin the moment. Break the spell so to speak. He walked away in frustration, somehow hornier than when the night had begun.

Some day. He would have her. It was just a matter of time.
 
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