“Oh my god! I’m going to cum!” she whispered urgently. “Just like that!”
Bob continued to lick her clit, until he felt her go rigid underneath him. Isle had her hand clapped over her mouth to stifle the noises, so all he heard was the sound of her breath, gasping in hisses between her fingers.
She came for what seemed like a couple of minutes before finally pulling his head away from her clit. She gasped for air, struggling to regain her breath after her extended orgasm. Bob kissed his way up her athletic body.
When he came face to face with her, he was on top of her, with the head of his engorged cock between her legs. He kissed her fiercely as he probed his cock against her a few times. After a couple of gentle probes, he felt her slippery wet lips give way to the very tip of his cock.
“Are you sure you want this?” Bob asked her in a whisper.
“Yes! I want you inside me!”
Bob applied pressure and his cock slipped partway inside her. She let out a gasp as he entered her. He withdrew and slid in again, his way eased by her lubricating juices. He slid in even further. She moaned as his cock filled her more and more with each stroke, stretching her tender tissues to accommodate him. After a few strokes, he felt his balls delicately touch against her wet labia, their moisture spreading across his scrotum.
Bob looked down at the angel below him. He was in awe of her beauty, and couldn’t believe that he was here, inside of this amazing young, forbidden woman. The sight of her squirming below him was too much. Months of duty in isolated Afghanistan, after months of training with all-male units had left him deprived sexually for months. He knew that he wasn’t going to last any time at all.
The thought went through his head that he should have used a condom. But he didn’t even have any, much less have a chance to put one on. Ilse was squirming under him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her ankles to pull on his ass, causing him to drive deeper into her.
Propped on his elbows, he leaned his head down near her ear.
“I’m gonna cum!” he whispered in her ear.
She used her hands to grab his ass and pull him deeper into her. Bob felt a massive orgasm welling up inside him, and knew that the inevitable release was about to occur. He gave one more titanic thrust, burying himself deep in her pussy.
He groaned as his orgasm hit him, releasing months of pent up frustration in one huge flow of semen. He looked at Ilse’s face, and saw her mouth form into a surprised “O” as the first gush of cum fired into her. Bob felt the massive torrent flow down the center of his cock and shoot forcefully into Ilse’s young pussy.
His balls heaved, his cock pulsated, and every pulse shot more of his hot, sticky cum into her tight, teenaged pussy. Ilse tightly held Bob inside of her as he ejaculated over and over. Bob shook and quivered, struggling mightily to keep from screaming at the top of his lungs as his orgasm consumed him.
Finally, he lay on top of her, propped on his elbows to keep from crushing her. He struggled to catch the breath that his orgasm had robbed from him. He looked Ilse in the eyes.
“Ich liebe dich, Bobby,” she whispered in German.
“I love you too.”
Bob withdrew his cock from her, and realized to his surprise that he was still hard as a rock. He rolled onto his back next to Ilse. She rolled over to face him, looked down and saw his still aroused cock. Without a word, she lifted her leg and slid it over him, and then moved into position straddling him. Reaching between them, she guided his cock into her dripping, cum-filled pussy. She slid down on him in one stroke.
Then she sat up on Bobby, and began to ride his cock up and down. Over and over, she raised herself on her toned and muscular legs and dropped herself back down on his hard cock. After several minutes of fucking herself hard on him, she began to cum hard. Her back arched and her head threw back. She stifled her cries and screams, letting only small whimpers out as she came over and over. Her rigid body tensed, and her pussy convulsed on Bobby’s cock, nearly driving him to orgasm as well.
As her orgasm spent itself, Bobby reached down and took her hips in his hands and began to slam his cock into her from below. She started cumming again as he slammed himself home into her over and over. Thrusting quickly and forcefully from below, he heard the sound of their wet flesh slapping together repeatedly. She whimpered and moaned as she orgasmed from his fucking.
Finally, he felt his own merciful release coming, and once again felt the familiar sensation of his orgasm hitting him as his cock sprayed her insides with his hot jism. Pulsing repeatedly, his cock fired burst after burst of hot, sticky cum into her womb. She gasped as she felt his seed spilling into her. Spent, he stopped thrusting. She collapsed down on top of him, gasping for air, her breath coming in ragged heaves.
Her mouth was near his ear. She nibbled playfully at his ear lobe. He could hear her breath roaring in his ear as she struggled to regain her wind.
“You’re still hard,” she whispered.
“Yeah.”
“Good!” she whispered again as she began sliding up and down on his still-rigid pole.
Section Nine
Bob stepped off of the chopper, which had just touched down on the landing zone of his platoon’s position. Platoon Sergeant Mills was waiting for him at the edge of the landing zone. He saluted as Bob approached.
“Welcome back to paradise, sir!” Mill said sarcastically.
“Good to be back,” Bob said.
“Sir, you’re one hell of an officer, but you can’t lie worth a shit,” Mill said, laughing.
“OK, ya got me!” Bob retorted, sharing the laugh with his sergeant.
“So what’s the situation?” Bob asked.
“Same old shit, sir. Except we haven’t even seen a bad guy since you left. You must have taken all the fun with you,” Mills was grinning.
“So how was leave, sir?” Mills asked.
“Pretty cool, actually. My dad bought a Shelby Cobra, and I got to drive it on Texas Motor Speedway’s track at 155 miles an hour,” Bob told Mills excitedly.
“No shit! That would be fucking incredible!” Mills was clearly impressed. Bob knew Mills was a die-hard NASCAR fan.
“Well, come home with me sometime. I’ll talk the old man into letting you take it for a spin.”
“You know, Sir.” Mills said. “You’re all right, considering that you’re an officer, a West Pointer, and a snot-nosed Second Lieutenant to boot.”
“Thanks, Sergeant Mills!” Bob told his sergeant. “Coming from you, that’s high praise indeed.
Both men laughed.
“Now sir, tell me you at least managed to get laid while you had leave,” Mill jibed. “I don’t like men in this platoon wasting a perfectly good vacation.”
Bob just smiled. He said nothing, thinking instead of his last two weeks with Ilse.
“That’s what I figured,” Mills said, laughing as he turned around and left.
They had shared every night together. She snuck into his room every night, or he went to hers. They went out openly a few times, Bob’s dad raising a suspicious eyebrow at his open friendship with Ilse. Bob felt horrible for betraying his dad’s trust, but he lost all reason as soon as Ilse looked at him with those blue eyes.
A couple of times, he had rented hotel rooms where they had the luxury of having sex without having to maintain the near-military like noise discipline. Out of his parent’s house, they had wild, raucous sex that he thought might blow the roof off. Ilse was not only gorgeous, but was the most dynamic and exciting lover he had ever been with.
When he left for Afghanistan, he knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt he was head over heels in loving with the tantalizing German exchange student.
As his tour continued, he corresponded with Ilse and his parents, mainly by email. Every time he got near a computer he checked for messages from home, but especially from Ilse. She always addressed him as Meine Schotze, which is a German endearment meaning “My Treasure.” She always ended her lette
rs with the obligatory “Ich Leibe Dich.” It was clear that his feelings were reciprocated.
Two months after his return, he got a note from Ilse. He noticed that the address was different, and from a “de” domain. Ilse had gone back home to Germany. The note told of her graduation with Missy, and her return home. She also spoke of how much she missed his family, and especially him.
A few weeks later, Bob returned from a long patrol. Footsore and feeling like he had been beaten with a bat, he headed to the first available computer to see if he had a message from Ilse. He opened the email program, and sure enough, found an email from her. He opened the message and began reading it. His heart skipped a beat when he read the message, but he knew exactly what he had to do.
Chapter Ten
Nervous and shaking like a leaf. Bob knocked on the front door of his parent’s house. He peered through the translucent glass of the front door, looking to see if anyone was coming. After a few seconds, he saw motion inside the house, and saw a figure coming toward the door. He gulped nervously in anticipation.
The door opened, and he saw the face of his mother come into view.
“Bobby! Oh my god!” His mother’s voice was shrill with excitement. “Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home?”
Bob’s voice choked with emotion. He was glad to be out of the day-to-day danger of Afghanistan, but he feared the reaction he would get at home even more than an IED attack by the Taliban.
“Mom, I had something I had to take care before I got home,” Bob told his mother, his voice struggling to remain calm. “Is Dad here?”
“He’s up in his office, I think. Hang on.” She screamed for his father over her shoulder.
“Bobby, come in. Don’t just stand there outside.”
Bob stepped into the foyer of the house and waited. His dad came down the stairs casually, and when he saw Bob, accelerated his step, came to him and took him by the shoulders. His eyes were misty with tears.
“This is a surprise! A very pleasant surprise!” his dad exclaimed.
“God, it’s good to be home!” Bob told them sincerely. “But I’m not done with my surprises.”
His parents looked at him dumbfounded.
Bob took the Army-issue walkie-talkie from his back pocket, pressed the push-to-talk switch and raised it to his lips.
“Sergeant Mills, we’re ready.” Bob smiled at his parents. They looked quizzically at him.
Bob looked back through the translucent glass of the front door. He saw Mills’ hulking form and knew it was time.
He reached out, grabbed the door handle and turned it. He pulled the door open.
Standing in the door was a noticeably pregnant Ilse. Sergeant Mills stood behind, looming over her.
“I believe you’re acquainted, but I want you to meet my wife, Ilse.”
His parents both stared at him in slack-jawed amazement.
Ilse’s message to him in the desert had told him of her pregnancy. While not stating any expectations, Bob knew that his responsibility was to Ilse and their unborn child. He made arrangements to get to Germany at the end of his tour. He asked Platoon Sergeant Mills to go with him.
Once in Germany, Bob had married Ilse in a simple civil ceremony. Sergeant Mills had served as his best man.
Then they caught the first flight to DFW to face the music.
His parents quickly recovered from their shock.
“Oh my god! Ilse!” His mother grabbed up the German girl and scooped her into her arms. “I’ve missed you so much!”
Bob’s dad looked him, glowering. Then his face broke into a smile. He looped an arm around Ilse’s shoulder and embraced her.
“A daughter-in-law, huh?” Bob’s dad said. “Well, you couldn’t have picked a better one!”
Ilse wept in his parent’s arms, almost undone by the nervousness of the encounter. Sergeant Mills still hovered behind, watching the scene unfold.
“Son, your manners suck. Should you introduce me to this gentleman?” His dad asked, motioned toward Mills.
“Dad, trust me. He’s no gentleman,” Bob told him. “But he’s the best goddamn platoon sergeant in the Army, and he was the best man at my wedding.”
“Mom, Dad, this is Platoon Sergeant Mills.” Bob made the introduction.
“Sergeant Mills, I’ve heard a lot about you,” his dad said sincerely.
“Hopefully, it was the good stuff.” Mills’ laughed, but his voice betrayed his nervousness.
“It was, Sergeant Mills. Nothing but the good stuff.”
“Thanks for looking after our son,” Bob’s mom chimed in, her voice was husky with emotion.
“It was my pleasure, ma’am.” Mills said. “Your son’s a good officer. And a good man.”
Ilse hovered nervously at his side, almost bouncing in her excitement.
Finally, his dad spoke.
“Welcome home, Bob.” He turned his gaze to Ilse. “And welcome to our family, Ilse. You can’t believe how happy this makes us,” Bob’s dad said.
His mother beamed in agreement.
Epilogue
Bob stood with his dad and listened to the roar of the Shelby Cobra as it shot past them on the track at the Texas Motor Speedway.
“148!” the man with the radar gun shouted.
“Ya think he’s having a good time?” Bob’s dad asked laconically.
Bob snorted, making it clear that he thought his dad had asked a dumbass question.
“Well, I’ve never seen my platoon sergeant shit his pants, but if he does, it’ll be right now.” Bob said.
His dad laughed.
“Dad, do me a favor.” Bob asked.
“Son, you’re just about out of favors.” His dad winked at him knowingly.
“Just forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven. You do realize that you just delivered the greatest daughter-in-law we could ever imagine?”
Bob said nothing.
“And your mother has swung into grandma mode.” His dad continued. “She’s ecstatic. She’s making sure your little surprise is well-equipped,” He was right. Bob’s mom had gone crazy, preparing the mansion for their first grandchild, and was busy taking Ilse on shopping sprees at every baby store in the DFW area.
“So will Mills get to 155 on the next lap?” His dad deftly changed the subject.
“Bet you ten he does!” Bob told his dad.
“It’s a bet,” Bob’s dad said after a pause.
The Cobra roared by the press stand again.
“155!” the man with the radar gun shouted.
“Shit!” Bob’s dad groaned and then pulled a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and paid up.
Bob laughed and stuck the bill in his pocket.
His dad looked at him, and broke into a broad smile.
The End
Breeding My Stepmom
By Natalia Darque
Chapter 1
Call me Preston. When I look back on my senior year of high school, I remember a very fond time. I got out of school with a high class standing, got into the college I that I had wanted to go to for years, met a girl, had a great relationship, and got my heart broken for the first time.
But my fondest memory is that in that year, I became both a father and a brother for the first time. This is the part of the story that gets real complicated, and I hope to hell my father never figures out my pseudonym and reads this. I became a brother when my stepmom, Clarissa, gave birth for the first time shortly after the end of my senior year. My dad was delighted to have another child, this one a little girl that they named Riley.
But I wonder what my dad would think if he ever found out that I was more than likely Riley's father, and not really her brother? I shudder to think of that, because my dad has an explosive temper and an impressive collection of guns. I know I'll never say a word, and if he happens to find out, I will deny, deny, and deny some more.
I figure I'll get away with it, because fortunately I am the spitting image of my dad. Our seni
or pictures look almost as if we're the same person, it's that close of a resemblance. Clarissa isn't likely to say anything because she's got a pretty good deal with my dad. Let me explain.
When I was six, my real mom died of ovarian cancer. She was only 33. I really just barely remember her. She was a kind woman, and a great mother, but my memories of her are prompted more by going through picture albums than anything else. My actual memories of her are fleeting and pleasant. Her illness was mercifully quick as it was quite advanced when detected, and I have no memories at all of her being sick.
My dad stayed single for five years. He did what I call "playing the field." He dated quite a bit, but really just went from woman to woman. I found out much later that most of these girlfriends were picked up at local clubs that he frequented or were women from his work, which was a large company with over 1,000 employees.
But when I was 12, he brought home Clarissa to meet me for the first time. She was 24 at the time, and had just recently graduated from college. I thought then, and still do, that she was one of the most gorgeous women in the world. She had a perfect young body, capped by a set of tits that sent my prepubescent hormones raging. She had long, blonde hair, blue eyes and a gorgeous smile. My dad met her at work, and she took sympathy on my 39-year old widower father.
From day one, I loved Clarissa. She was a natural-born mother. I was an awe-struck, hormonal teenage boy, and she fell into a maternal role with ease. She was kind and gentle, and had an easy-going way about her. She also had a bright personality and a fantastic sense of humor. She told stories that always had me and my dad laughing.
I wasn't the only one smitten. My dad married Clarissa in a simple ceremony at the Justice of the Peace's office. I was the best man. I was thrilled to have her as my step-mom, and life was good for me. My teenage friends were jealous when they met Clarissa.
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