STEPDADDY AND ME B

He picks up speed, pounding into me harder. The wet sounds of my dripping cunt fill the room. I can’t focus anymore. My handwriting is gone. I’m just scribbling lines while I try not to scream. His free hand wraps around my throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. “c*m for me, princess. c*m on Stepdaddy’s c**k while you pretend to be innocent.” The chokehold, the deep thrusts, his fingers on my c**t — it’s too much. My first orgasm crashes over me hard. My p***y spasms violently around him, gushing slick down his shaft and onto the floor. I bite my arm to muffle my cry, body shaking. He doesn’t stop f*****g me through it, drawing it out until I’m whimpering. But he’s not done. He pulls out suddenly, spins me around, and lifts me onto the table. My skirt is bunched around my waist, top pushed up over my t**s. He drops to his knees, spreading my legs wide. “Stepdaddy—” His mouth is on my p***y before I can finish. He eats me like a starving man — long, hungry licks through my folds, sucking my c**t, tongue f*****g my hole. I grab the edge of the table, head falling back. “Oh f**k— Stepdaddy— your tongue—” He growls against my cunt. “Taste so f*****g sweet. Been wanting this p***y for months.” He sucks my c**t hard while two thick fingers plunge back inside me, curling perfectly. My second orgasm hits even faster, sharper. I cry out, thighs clamping around his head as I squirt a little against his tongue. He laps it all up, groaning in satisfaction. When he stands, his c**k is even harder, glistening with my c*m. He lines up again and slams back inside in one thrust. I scream this time. He chokes me lightly again, hips snapping. “Quiet, princess. Or do you want the neighbors to hear what a slut you are for your stepdad?” He f***s me harder on the table, my legs wrapped around him. Another orgasm is already building. I’m losing control. And I don’t want it back. Mom Called While My Stepdad Was Balls-Deep Inside Me CHAPTER 3 My phone rings on the table beside me. Mom’s name flashes on the screen. Marcus doesn’t stop. He’s got me bent over the table again, c**k buried deep in my dripping p***y, f*****g me with steady, powerful strokes. “Answer it,” he growls, hand tightening around my throat just enough to make me dizzy. “Stepdaddy— I can’t—” “You will. Be a good girl and talk to your mother while I f**k this tight cunt.” I grab the phone with a shaking hand, pencil still somehow in my other fingers. I swipe to answer and put it on speaker, trying to sound normal. “H-hey, Mom…” “Hi sweetie! How’s everything at home? Are you studying?” Marcus thrusts harder, his hips slapping against my ass. The wet sounds are loud. I pray she can’t hear. “Y-yes… I’m at the table right now… doing homework.” My voice wavers as he hits that perfect spot inside me. Mom keeps talking, cheerful. “Good! Make sure you eat dinner. Marcus is taking care of you, right?” He chuckles quietly behind me and reaches around to rub my c**t fast. I choke back a moan. “Y-yeah… he’s… he’s helping me a lot.” Sweat drips down my back. My legs are shaking. Marcus leans down, lips against my ear. “Tell her how helpful I’m being.” I swallow hard. “He’s… really good at explaining things, Mom. I’m learning so much tonight.” He pinches my c**t and I nearly cry out. Mom laughs. “That’s wonderful. I knew he’d be great with you. Put him on for a second, I want to say hi.” Panic flashes through me. Marcus pulls almost all the way out, then slams back in deep. I bite my lip until it bleeds. “He’s… in the shower right now,” I lie, voice breathy. “Can I… have him call you back?” “Okay, honey. Just don’t stay up too late studying. Love you!” “Love you too, Mom—” The call ends. The second it does, Marcus grips my hips and starts f*****g me brutally. “That’s my good girl. Talking to Mommy while your stepdaddy’s c**k is stretching your p***y. Such a dirty little secret.” He chokes me harder now, pounding into me. My third orgasm explodes without warning — intense, shattering. My p***y milks his c**k, squirting around him as I sob with pleasure. He keeps going, chasing his own release. But he pulls out at the last second, flips me onto my back, and shoves his c**k down my throat. I gag as he cums, thick ropes filling my mouth. “Swallow every drop, princess.” I do, tears in my eyes, p***y still twitching. He strokes my hair almost tenderly. But his eyes are dark with more hunger. “This week is just starting. And I’m nowhere near done with you.” I’m a mess. Three days into Mom’s trip and I’ve lost count of how many times Marcus has made me c*m. Tonight he has me on the couch, school skirt flipped up, legs spread wide while he eats my p***y like it’s his favorite meal. His tongue is relentless — licking, sucking, f*****g into me while two fingers pump deep. I’m already on the edge of my fourth orgasm of the night. “Stepdaddy— please— I’m gonna c*m again—” He growls and sucks my c**t harder. I shatter, back arching, moaning his name as fresh wetness floods his mouth. He doesn’t give me time to recover. He climbs over me, c**k sliding back into my soaked, sensitive cunt in one smooth thrust. I cry out, oversensitive but still greedy. He f***s me deep and slow at first, then harder, one hand wrapped around my throat. “Look at me while I f**k you, princess. Tell Stepdaddy how much you love this.” “I— I love it,” I gasp, eyes locked on his. “I love your c**k inside me. Please don’t stop—” He chokes me tighter, hips snapping faster. My fifth orgasm rips through me — longer, deeper, making my vision blur. He keeps pounding through it, then suddenly pulls out and flips me onto all fours. He enters me again from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my c**t. “Beg me to make you scream.” “Stepdaddy— please make me scream— f**k me harder— ruin me—” He does. The orgasm that hits me this time is violent. I scream loud enough that I’m sure the neighbors hear, p***y gushing around his thick c**k as I convulse. Marcus groans, f*****g me through every wave until I’m a trembling, sobbing wreck. Only then does he pull out and c*m all over my ass and back, marking me. I collapse onto the couch, spent and dripping. He strokes my hair, voice low and possessive. “You’re mine now, princess. Every time your mother leaves, this p***y belongs to Stepdaddy.” I nod weakly, too f****d out to argue. But deep down I know the truth. I don’t want him to stop. Ever. Even when Mom comes home… I’m already craving the next time he bends me over while I pretend to study. And the next time the phone rings while he’s balls-deep inside me.