Carrie's mother married Rob when Carrie was fourteen. For years, she was belligerent, rude and hated him. That was until she learned just how big her new daddy's cock was. When Carrie turned eighteen, her belligerence was replaced by horniness for her stepfather's massive cock, and Rob is all too willing to teach his sexy young stepdaughter how to behave!
WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story contains graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, spanking, oral sex, and sex between a stepfather and his stepdaughter.
EXCERPT:I lied there for a while, enjoying the muscular hardness of his back against my body, and feeling the light dusting of hair across the front of his torso with my hand. I was tingling between my legs, and I could feel wetness starting to seep through my panties.
Cautiously, I reached downward. My hand brushed against his cock, which was a huge, soft lump underneath the fabric of his pajama bottoms. He gasped and sat up in bed.
"Carrie!" he scolded me.
"What?" I asked innocently. "It was an accident!"
He stared at me for a minute before deciding I was most likely telling the truth, and then he lied back down beside me.
A few minutes later, I quickly shoved my hand down his pants and grasped it firmly in my hand. It immediately started to stiffen in my hand, and I nearly shrieked with delight.
"Carrie!" he shouted, sitting up again. "Stop this!"
"It's hard," I reminded him.
"No shit!" he yelled. "That's what happens when someone touches it!"
"You like it," I commented.
"No!" he denied. "No, I don't! This is inappropriate!"
"No, it's not," I told him. "I'm eighteen."
"Yes, but I'm married!" he shouted. "To your mother!"
"She doesn't have to know," I said, starting to stroke it.
He gasped and shuddered as my hand slid up and down the shaft. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was gaping. He looked both horrified and turned on.
"Carrie, stop," he insisted. "This is wrong."
"Okay, I'll stop," I said, and I heard him breathe a sigh of relief.
It wasn't exactly a lie. I did stop stroking it. But I bent my head and quickly took the head between my lips. He gasped again, and I felt his whole body stiffen as he tried to back away from me. But as I ran my tongue around the head slowly, licking back and forth, he slowly relaxed.
His cock was so huge, I could barely open my mouth wide enough to take it. The head alone stuffed my mouth to near capacity. My lips stretched wide, and I tried to push my head down on it. I heard him moan lightly, and I wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it again as my head bobbed up and down. I felt his hand on the back of my head, gently stroking my hair at first, and then pushing down on the back of my head.
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Published September 20, 2011
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.