by Wendy Pound
“Oh, I want you inside me!” I begged. Lucas came up for air and stood up. He spun me around until I faced away from him. He forcefully bent me over, grabbing onto my hips. My hands pressed against the glass to keep myself up. My stepdad grabbed his bulging cock and slid in between the wet lips of my pussy, rubbing it up and down.
“Wait,” I said, putting my hand on his chest to stop him. “Shouldn't we use protection?”
Lucas didn't respond and his teasing was driving me crazy. I pounded my fist on the wall, “Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
His fingernails dug into my sides as he forced his meat all the way inside me. I gasped as he filled me up completely. His first thrust was slow and gentle. Each successive thrust was harder and faster. His cock explored depths that no other guy had ever reached. I had never been so wet. His grunts and moans turned me on even more. His brutal fucking was knocking me against the glass door. I thought it might shatter if he fucked me any harder.
Lucas grabbed my wet hair and gathered it into a ponytail. The pain from the hair-pulling only increased the pleasure. He used my hair as leverage as he pushed his way even deeper. A scream escaped my lips. He pulled so hard on my hair that my head whipped back. He was so big that my tight little pussy could barely contain him. I cried out, the pleasure was unimaginable. My orgasm was so close.
“Oh, right there! Right there! OHHH, I'M COMING!!!!” My whole body overflowed with ecstasy. Then like a stick of dynamite, my stepdad exploded inside me. His cock shot out streams of hot cum and his wet thrusts moved with ease. My climax's intensity increased tenfold with my stepdad coming at the same time. My legs shook like there was an earthquake and the floor was going to give way beneath us.
Lucas moaned as he pumped gallons of his seed inside me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I almost blacked out. His grip on my hips loosened as he finished. He pulled out his throbbing cock, leaving a void behind. His cum ran out of me like a waterfall, running down my thighs.
The thought of getting pregnant quickly crossed my mind but I could barely think clearly.
We both stood against the walls trying to take in more oxygen. “You... can't... tell... your mother about this,” he gasped.
All I could do was nod my head in response.
“Hey guys! I'm home!”, my mom called from downstairs. We both looked at each other with big eyes. There was no way we could get out and dry off in time. We were caught red handed.
I was ready to face the music when I thought of a great idea. “Maybe she can join us?” I asked my stepdad. I could see the excitement in his eyes. He had dreamed of this fantasy before.
“Hey mom! We're in the shower!” I called out. The night was just beginning. And Lucas's seed was growing within...
Barebacked Hard
“Fuck me now, Todd. Fuck me harder than you ever have before.” I ordered.
Todd pulled his anaconda snake out of his pants and let it slither in between my legs. My body was on fire with ecstasy. Todd slipped his meat inside me, forcing his way deeper and deeper.
My imagination ran wild as I lay in bed alone, touching myself. Todd was the star quarterback from school but he only dated cheerleaders. I didn't even have a chance. Most girls didn't. I knew I wasn't the only one in bed right now, dreaming about his hands all over me. My womanhood blossomed with pleasure as I swirled it around. My muscles flexed as I pointed my toes forward.
Todd's arms bulged with strength as he pounded in and out of me. I always pictured him having the biggest cock in school. So thick and meaty, pulsing with lust. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and taste him. I wanted to be his girl.
I imagined him softly kissing me on the lips after we'd just made love. The bed was a mess, sheets strewn about and pillows on the floor. His manly scent lifted me off the bed like a magician. His voice whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I wanted to live in that moment forever.
I rubbed my clit hard, feeling the pleasure coursing through my veins. My body jolted with every shock and sensation. I pictured myself on my knees with Todd's big fat cock being jerked off right in front of my face. I waited with my eyes closed and mouth open for his hot cum shower.
I dreamed of his dick shooting out spurts of white cum that hit my eyes and cheeks. Long strands of his seed covered my hair and face. Todd leaned back and moaned as he came all over me. It was like bathing in a tub full of milk. I licked my lips just to get a small taste of him, savoring every moment.
The pleasure was building more and more. I held back as long as I could until it was too much to handle. I let go, releasing my orgasm in full force. My body vibrated like an earthquake, shaking the entire bed. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I rode the waves of ecstasy. The pleasure was so intense that I had to bite my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn't want my parents to hear me downstairs.
The orgasm faded away, leaving me completely helpless. I couldn't move any part of my body nor did I really want to. I could tell that my wetness had soaked right through the bed sheets. It was a good thing that I wasn't going to sleep right away otherwise I would have to lay in it for the rest of the night.
“Ava,” my mom yelled from downstairs. “You better be doing your homework up there.”
Did they hear me? My door was shut and I barely made a peep. “Yes mom,” I called back.
My session with imaginary Todd was becoming a daily occurrence. I could barely keep my hands off myself when I thought about him. The worst was when it happened at school. I would be sitting in Mr. Draper's history class, day dreaming, and then I could feel my panties getting moist. I couldn't even concentrate until I masturbated. Sometimes I had to go to the women's bathroom and touch myself in the stall. Other times I went to the parking lot and did it in my car. It was getting ridiculous. How did one man have so much power over me?
My mom was right though, I really had to get my homework done. There was a huge history test on the Roman Empire that I didn't study for at all. In fact, I never even cracked the book open. I could admit that I was a big procrastinator but this was bad even for me.
I forced myself out of bed and put a pair of pajama pants on to match my over-sized summer camp t-shirt. I plopped down at my desk and turned on my lamp. I looked around for my Roman Empire book and found it at the top of my bookshelf. The book was so fat and heavy that I was surprised I had placed it so high on my shelf in the first place.
I stepped up on my chair and strained for the book, balancing myself at the same time. The textbook was a massive tome, easily a couple thousand pages. I knew I was only going to be able to skim it before the test tomorrow. I nudged the book out enough until I could get a good grip and pulled it loose. I lost my balance for a second and knocked a teddy bear that was sitting on the same shelf. It fell along with the history book and came crashing onto the floor.
I regained my footing and carefully stepped off the chair, thanking God that I didn't fall too. I picked up the brown teddy bear and noticed that it was heavier than normal. It weighed almost the same as the textbook. I remembered receiving it as a gift when I was six years old from my grandparents. They had just returned from a trip to Europe and it wasn't like any other stuffed animal that I had seen before. I carried that thing around with me where ever I went, never letting it out of my sight.
My head tilted to the side as I examined it closer. It was definitely heavier than I remembered it being. There was a slight movement in it's right eye and I could see a small camera lens inside. I froze in place, holding the teddy bear that had been spying on me. Who was watching me?
My first instinct was to rip it apart and throw it in the trash. But I had to know who put it here. I gently placed the bear back in its rightful place and sat down at my desk. I was fairly certain I was out of the camera's view and I pulled out a blank piece of paper. I started jotting down names; ex-boyfriends, guys from school, even girls that I thought might be interested in me. The last one I wrote down was my step-father,
Noah.
I circled his name.
My parents got a divorce when I was in junior high school. Something about not getting along. They reminded me over and over again that it wasn't my fault which only made it seem like it really was. A few years later, I realized that my stepdad was probably cheating on my mom. It explained everything; why my mom would get disgusted every time his name was mentioned and why they were always fighting. My real stepdad left and now he only contacts me on my birthday. I get a nice amount of money in a card but it doesn't replace the relationship we lost.
My mom met Noah during my sophomore year at business conference. It was one of those whirlwind type of romances where they met, got engaged, and married all in a couple months. At first I was shocked and then angry. Noah big, strong, and fifteen years younger than my mom. Everyone knew they were crazy, including me. I had only met the guy once before they exchanged their vows.
He moved in immediately and it was tough at first. Noah wanted to be a father figure but he was way too late. It also didn't help that he was so young. He could've been my brother. I couldn't take him seriously.
Now I had to find out if he was spying on me.
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“What's for dinner mom?” I asked as I came downstairs.
“Meat and potatoes. Maybe a salad if I can get it done in time,” she replied. The aroma of all the food cooking made my stomach groan with hunger.
“How's the homework going?” my stepdad asked.
I turned my attention towards him, studying his face for any indication that he was the spy. Nothing was out of the ordinary. His goofy smile was the same as always and his big eyes stared at me like they usually did.
I couldn't just outright ask him about the camera, especially with my mom in the room. It didn't help that I didn't have any evidence other than a gut feeling. I couldn't accuse him of something like this and not have consequences. I had to be sure.
“It's going good. I still have a lot to do before the test tomorrow.”
“You know what I used to do. I always made flashcards before a big test. It helped tremendously. If you want, I could help?”
Maybe he was using the role of a father to get close to me. Maybe he was trying to get in my pants the entire time.
“I think I can do it myself, but thanks for the offer.” I turned back to my mom. “Call me down when dinner's ready.”
I went back upstairs to study but more importantly to figure out if my stepdad was really spying on me.
I woke up with my face buried in my Roman Empire book and the sun spilling through the blinds. My eyes could barely open and I had to wipe dried drool from my cheek. I checked the clock and realized I only had twenty minutes until my history test started.
I raced to school, ignoring stop signs and street lights, weaving in and out of cars. My makeup was only half done and my socks didn't even match. But it didn't matter because I made it to Mr. Draper's test on time.
Halfway through the exam, I remembered the spy camera. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I looked around the classroom at all the boys taking the test and I didn't really know any of them. It seemed insane that someone I barely knew could steal my stuffed animal, put a camera inside, and replace it without me knowing. My best friends didn't even come over to my house. All the signs pointed to my stepdad. It had to be him.
“Okay kids, pencils down. Time's up,” Mr. Draper announced.
My mind snapped back to reality and I looked down to see a mostly blank test. I was so distracted that I didn't even finish. My classmates all turned their papers in while I waited until everyone was gone.
“Mr. Draper, I wasn't able to complete the test. I really tried but I don't feel good at all.” I coughed a couple times to make it sound authentic.
The teacher eyed me up and down, deciding if I was telling the truth. “Okay Ava, come in at lunch tomorrow and you can retake it. This test counts for forty percent of your grade and if you don't show up tomorrow, then I'll have to fail you.”
“Oh thank you thank you,” I said. “Don't worry, I'll be here tomorrow.”
Instead of going to my next class, I went straight home. Both my parents worked so I would have the house all to myself. Plenty of time to investigate my step-father.
Their cars weren't parked in the driveway but I did a thorough check of the house to make sure I was truly alone.
Once I was satisfied, I opened the door to my parent's master bedroom. I instantly got the feeling that I was doing something wrong. My parents never let me in their room when I was young and I never had the desire when I got older. It all felt sacred, like I shouldn't touch anything.
Massive floor-to-ceiling drapes blocked out most of the light except for a small sliver of sun. I didn't dare open them, fearing a neighbor would see me. I turned on the lamp on the nightstand by my stepdad's side of the bed. I looked around the room for his laptop, carefully opening and closing drawers. I got down on my knees and peeked under the bed. It was immaculate save a lone black laptop. I pulled it out with a giant grin on my face.
I sat down on the bed and opened up the computer. The screen came on and a blank white box stared right back at me.
“Shit,” I whispered aloud. Password protected.
What would he pick for the password? I typed in my mom's name and that didn't work. It could be a million different things. I hit the forgot password button and a hint popped up: “Birthday”. I typed in his birthday and then my mom's. No dice. I searched my mind for anything that could also mean birthday.
It was so simple. My stepdad was a true pervert. I typed in my own birthday and the gates opened up.
His desktop had the classic rolling meadows wallpaper and it was littered with icons. There were so many that I didn't even know where to start. His camera had to be part of a program so I needed to find that first. I went through each program in the alphabetical list and didn't see anything weird until I came to “Home Protection”.
I double clicked on it, bringing up a very sophisticated looking window. There were a set of tabs labeled: Camera 1, Camera 2, Camera 3, and Camera 4.
I clicked on the first camera that showed a real-time video of the front door. The second camera showed a view of our back door and backyard.
The third showed what I had dreaded. It was a perfect live view of my bed. “That son of a bitch,” I said aloud.
The fourth camera was even worse. Somehow he got one in my bathroom which showed the inside of the shower. This guy was a professional pervert.
I found a link to saved videos and gasped when I saw it all. There were thousands of videos of me undressing, masturbating, and showering. I closed the laptop, feeling used and disgusted. What was I supposed to do about it?
I turned off the light and closed their bedroom door, making sure everything was in its rightful place. I returned to my room and sat on my bed, facing the teddy camera. Anger flooded through my veins, enraging me. I felt violated. I had to tell my mom that her husband was spying on his step-daughter.
Images of my stepdad sitting in front of his computer invaded my mind. My imagination ran wild with him touching his big cock to videos of me. What would normally make me vomit, actually turned me on a little. A wetness pooled up between my thighs. The thought of a man wanting me so badly that he had to use cameras began to excite me. Nobody had ever done that much for me.
I looked straight at the camera when a bad idea came to me. I was going to put on a show for him that he would never forget. Before I could even think more about it, I was already stripping off my clothes in front of the camera. It felt awkward at first, taking off my clothes for nobody. But then I pictured my stepdad sitting behind his laptop and watching me right now. My legs danced across the floor like I was a working girl at a nightclub.
I bent over, shaking my ass at the teddy bear, showing off my pussy lips. I strutted over to my underwear drawer and pulled out some oil and a dildo. I always kept them around for special occasions and this was definitely on
e of those.
I squirted out some oil into my hands and put it all over my body. The oil was cold to the touch and I wished that I had heated it up. The oil poured onto my voluptuous tits, making them extremely slippery. I pushed my boobs together around the dildo and simulated a cock fucking my breasts.
The whole show turned me on so much that I wished that my stepdad was there to fuck me. I lay down on the bed with my legs spread in the air. I poured oil on the dildo for lubricant even through my pussy was already gushing with wetness.
I rubbed the fake cock around my clit, building the pleasure. The dildo eased inside me, filling me up. I moaned at the top of my lungs, even though the camera wouldn't pick up any sound. I imagined Noah's dick as I shoved the dildo in and out. Each time, I crammed it deeper and deeper, causing my body to shudder. I pictured Noah unloading his cum all over my chest, spreading his hot seed on my tits.
