He buried one of his hands in my hair and watched as I stroked him off. Every time my eyes met his, he seemed to draw his breath in sharply, his whole body tensing with pleasure.
It was tiring to work him as I did. His cock was so huge. I had seen the bulge in his pants before when he was turned on, and I had some idea of how big it was, but the idea of it actually fitting inside a pussy--my tight little pussy--was bewildering.
Our eyes never broke contact as I slowly and tentatively put it in my mouth.
"Oh God." Robert whispered, as I slowly sucked the tip. He guided my mouth slowly down his shaft, and I felt it slide against my tongue, going deeper and deeper until it bumped against the back of my throat. It was so big, I could barely get my mouth around it.
He pulled out, leaving a string of lust between my lips and the tip of his raging cock.
"It's so huge," I said, looking up at him again. Robert's hand cupped my bare breast, and then his other hand wandered down to my aching pussy, pushing aside the flimsy fabric of my bikini to plunge two thick fingers deep inside me.
I moaned involuntarily, my body buckling in the pool chair.
My stepfather fucked me with his fingers, sliding them quickly in and out of my wetness. I whined feverishly every time my body took his big fingers inside. I could feel my clit pulsing. It felt like it was about to burst, just begging to be touched.
"Let's go inside," he breathed, before pulling me up from the pool chair and gathering me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and he carried me into the house.
He pushed me down onto the couch, and a second later I felt his cock slowly slide through my wet, velvety petals. I grabbed him, trying to pull him in harder as he strained at my opening.
Then he buried his thick hot cock in me deeply.
I moaned like an animal, my hands coming up and pressing against his thighs to stop him from going further.
My breath heaved as I laid there, half-impaled on his cock. My straining flesh felt like it could barely take him.
"Let me go deeper," Robert groaned. I let my hands fall back down to my sides, then he slowly pushed all the way in.
I laid there, totally filled up, my body pulsing around his cock. I felt uncomfortably full, and at the same time, I didn't want to let him go. I loved having him inside me.
Then Robert began to fuck me. He started slowly, rocking our hips together. I felt my clit finally push against his body, and the hot release of the pleasure was too much.
"Fuck me, stepfather," I whined as our hips rolled together, the rhythm increasing in tempo and force. Several seconds later, I came, the pleasure completely and absolutely wrecking my body, like it had never been wrecked before.
I wailed like a wild animal, losing myself to the fiery throbs that consumed me. And then I felt his sweltering cum flooding my insides. The sensual feeling alone was enough to make me cum again. I shuddered under him violently, still impaled on his cock, making sounds I had never heard come out of my mouth before.
When it was over Robert collapsed on top of me, still buried deep within. I could feel his wet cum running out of me when he pulled out, slickening my skin as it ran down my crotch.
"Oh fuck yeah," Robert breathed. He laid down next to me and I squirmed against his body, nuzzling into him. His two strong arms wrapped themselves around me and pressed me close as I breathed his scent in deliriously, taking him in, all of him.
Dirty, Naughty, Sexy Steps
Jackson
Your typical Aspen, Colorado, tramp--that's what she looked like. Probably pushing 40, with a yoga-sculpted body and a pair of perky C-cups that looked like they could be fake. She wore an expensive ski jacket, a pair
of black tights that hugged her perfect ass, and fur-lined boots that were probably worth more than most peoples' life savings.
So when she smiled at me lets just say I didnt trip over myself to show her I was interested. Besides, Im used to women throwing themselves at me when they see me in my Aspen Ski School instructors jacket. Nevertheless, as our gazes met across the loud, dark, crowded barroom, I entertained the thought of walking over there and talking to her.
Actually, screw that. I'd let her come to me.
I gave her a little sideways nod with my head, the one that said, get over here . I was used to doing it, and I liked watching the way her eyes widened before looking around her, struggling to gather up the nerve to cross the room and walk over to me.
It was always my favorite part: watching a woman squirm.
Even if I didn't sleep with her--and I probably wouldn't--the game was always a fun amusement after a long day of work. And now that I was a top-tier ski instructor, giving private lessons to expert skiers on difficult, double-black-diamond terrain, I always had more than enough tip money to blow at the bar.
And maybe enough to take home a girl for the night.
From my barstool, I watched as she sinuously made her way across the crowded room, her eyes locked onto mine. Despite my cool attitude, I felt a nervous palpitation in my chest as she came closer, her face becoming ever more visible in the dim light. Stay cool, Jackson , I told myself, trying to get a grip on my nerves before she was right in front of me.