My Stepdad and Me
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Ivy’s Point of View
The thunder cracked so hard the windows rattled in their frames, a white flash of lightning bleaching the bedroom bone-pale for one heartbeat before plunging it back into darkness.
Rain lashed the glass like thrown gravel, wind howling through the eaves, tearing at the old house the way it had torn at me for years.
I stood barefoot in the doorway of my stepfather’s bedroom, soaked cotton nightshirt plastered to my skin.
My nipples were stiff and aching, rasping against the thin fabric.
My teenage thighs were already slick from the cream that had been leaking out of my throbbing pussy since the first rumble of thunder two hours ago.
Thunderstorms turned me on. Something about their primal urgency gripped my womb and, in those moments, Keith, my stepdad, became my target. My pulse hammered in my throat, between my legs, everywhere.
I waved nervously at Keith, his eyes flickering, still heavy from sleep.
“I can’t sleep, Dad, and I’m too fucking scared.”
The man who raised me sat bolt upright in bed, moonlight slicing across the broad, naked expanse of his chest, silvering the dark hair that arrowed down his stomach and disappeared beneath the comforter.
The storm lit his face in strobing flashes: eyes wide, mouth open, the same stunned expression he’d worn the day Mom walked out ten years ago and never came back.
“I’m naked under this comforter, Ivy. You can’t get in my bed.”
“Yes, I can actually. This storm is terrifying, and I don’t care about your modesty. I want safety right now.”
I didn’t wait for permission. I was eighteen, he was thirty-six, and I needed a real man to comfort me.
“You’ve always comforted me, Dad.”
“But… but… I—”
“I don’t care.”
I crossed my father’s bedroom in four quick strides, shaking my head because I smelled the shame leaking from my pussy, slicking my thighs.
The floorboards felt icy against my soles, but my body overheated because the air was thick with ozone, warm male skin, and the sharper, unmistakable musk of an erection my dad couldn’t hide.
Shadows clung to the corners of the bedroom, cloaking my nakedness until the perfect moment.
Lightning flashed again. My father saw me lit up, naked and in all my glory. He gasped, and I let the soaked nightshirt drop.
It landed with a wet slap at my feet, leaving me bare and very available. Gooseflesh raced across my breasts that ached to be touched, down my belly that fluttered, over thighs already trembling and gleaming with the thick cream that had been dripping from my cunt since the first rumble of thunder.
My nipples jutted hard and dark, aching in the sudden cold, the unshaven curls between my legs plastered flat with arousal, lips swollen and glistening.
My dad stared at my pussy, and I followed his eyes, seeing droplets of my sticky arousal clinging to the tips of pubic hairs. Keith’s breath audibly caught, a raw, desperate sound swallowed by the next crash of thunder.
I lifted the comforter.
Satin sheets, still warm from his body, sighed against my shins as I slid in beside him.
The heat rolling off my father’s skin hit me like a wall.
I didn’t give him time to protest. My fingers found his cock instantly: thick, rigid, pulsing in my fist, the velvet skin scalding hot, slick with the precum already leaking in steady pulses from his slit.
My stepdad made a strangled sound and tried to roll away, but my grip tightened, possessive, unyielding.
“What are you doing, Ivy?”
“Putting this stiff cock and the potent seed inside you to better use than Mom ever did.”
As I wanked him, Dad’s hips jerked involuntarily, and he pushed his cock harder into my fist, its fat crown smearing a fresh stripe of precum across my knuckles, warm and sticky.
“Mom left us years ago, baby.”
“Yeah, ten years ago when I was jailbait—I’m not anymore. I’ve had a string of useless boyfriends, and you have no wife. I’m solving both of those problems right now.”
I swung my leg over Dad’s hips in one fluid motion, my knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him, the comforter falling away completely.
Cool air kissed my dripping cunt for one heartbeat before the blazing heat of Keith’s cock pressed against my throbbing entrance, the swollen head nudging between my slick, puffy lips, parting them, coating itself in the thick cream that had been seeping out of me for hours.
“You’re so wet, honey.”
“Thunderstorms turn me on when they happen. You turn me on all day, every day.”
“Wow… I never knew.”
“I’ve flashed you my panties all around the house for weeks—bending, stretching, wearing T-shirts too short and no bra. It was an invitation to fuck me.”
I hovered there, letting him feel my core: the scalding, wet kiss of my hole fluttered against Dad’s slick crown, sucking greedily, trying to pull him inside. My arousal dripped down his shaft in slow, viscous ropes, pooling against his balls, soaking the satin beneath us.
But it was his eyes that captured my heart.
It was the look of a man who wanted me more than air, more than he’d wanted my mother or any woman—just about as much as I wanted him.
My heart unraveled, and I fell in love deeper, harder, as a tingle rippled through my womb, a deep desire for the seed from the only man I wanted inside me.
“Can you feel that heat, Dad?”
“Your pussy hole is trying to suck me inside.”
“That’s how desperate I am to share this bedroom permanently and become the lady of the house—your woman.”
Lightning flashed again, illuminating everything: my dad’s cock, angry red, gnarly and veined, glistening with my juices, the creamy strands stretching between us.
I saw the way my thighs trembled, the dark, unshaven curls plastered flat against my mound, my pussy lips, engorged, flushed, and parted like a hungry mouth.
“I can smell your pussy juices. It’s overpowering me, Ivy.”
“I’ve been leaking cream down my thighs tonight, and for far too long now, Keith. You need to step up, fuck me senseless, and own your little girl.”
I sank my pussy down my father’s cock, groaning while he kneaded my breasts.
There was no hesitation nor excessive gentleness, just one slow, deliberate slide until every inch of my stepfather’s thick cock speared balls deep inside me, stretching my soft tissue walls wide, the broad head kissing my cervix with a dull, perfect ache.
My cunt fluttered wildly around him, muscles rippling in greedy waves, sucking him deeper, milking him until his balls pressed flush against my ass and the room filled with the wet, filthy sound of my arousal squelching around the root of him.
“That’s fucking satisfying, Keith.”
“Jesus Christ, your pussy is sucking my cock like a mouth would.”
“I do lots of pelvic floor exercises.”
I clenched deliberately, milking him from crown to base, feeling the fat vein along the underside throb against my walls.
“Fucking hell, Ivy, this is incredible. Are you milking me, baby?”
“Yep… that’s one of my goals ticked off already, Keith.”
I leaned forward, my veined breasts swaying heavily, my solid nipples brushing his chest hair. I drew an imaginary line with one finger from my navel upward, stopping just beneath my sternum.
“That’s how deep you are inside me, Dad.”
“Fuck!”
“Yeah… you feel amazing. Big and throbbing. I want you to cum inside me.”
Dad glanced down, saw his cock buried to the hilt inside me, the faint bulge beneath my skin where the head pressed deep, and his eyes went black with lust.
His hands shot around to my ass, his fingers digging hard into the soft flesh, spreading me wider as he helped lift and slam me down his shaft.
Each impact against his pubic bone drove the air from my lungs in filthy, broken moans.
My cream frothed around the base of my father’s cock, splattering his balls, lathering his pubic bush, dribbling onto the sheets, and layering the tops of my thighs in sticky strands that cooled instantly in the storm-chilled air.
“What other goals do you have, sweetheart?”
“I’m ovulating, Keith, hence it might get really creamy down there.”
His cock jerked inside me, impossibly harder.
“Are you on birth control?”
“Nope, and that’s my second goal… to miss my next period, or the one after that, courtesy of your semen.”
Thunder crashed directly overhead, rattling the bedframe, vibrating through the mattress into my knees, into the cock spearing my cunt. Keith’s face cycled through terror, delight, joy, shame in the space of one heartbeat, four seasons of taboo in ten seconds flat.
“Fucking hell, Ivy. Are you sure about this?”
“Aren’t you, Keith?”
“I… I—”
“I’ve had years to think about this during puberty. I’ll let you decide. Cum inside me or on me—it’s up to you, Daddy.”
I ground my pelvis down hard, my quivering clit smashing against his pubic bone, the coarse hair there scraping my swollen nub until sparks shot behind my eyes. My soft tissue pussy walls fluttered wildly, sucking at my father’s cock, greedy and desperate.
Dad answered by thrusting up, his cock long, thick, and stiff, his technique brutal, perfect, his hips snapping off the mattress to drive himself deeper inside me, the head of his cock battering my cervix with every stroke.
The bedframe slammed against the wall in time with the thunder, the wet slap of my cunt swallowing his cock echoing obscenely loud.
I rode my stepfather like that, my thighs burning, thick cream dripping in fat rivulets down his shaft, over his balls, soaking the sheets beneath us in a dark, spreading stain.
Dad’s fingers clawed my ass, spreading me wide open, his thumb gently brushing the tight ring of my asshole, smearing my own slick there until I shuddered and clenched my tight cunt harder around his cock.
When Dad came inside me, it was his choice and my greatest joy.
His roar was guttural, swallowed by the storm, his hips bucking wildly, cock pulsing violently inside me as the first thick rope of cum erupted against my cervix, flooding my womb in scalding waves.
My own orgasm crashed over me at the same instant, my tight cunt spasming, squirting in messy, forceful jets that soaked his belly, his chest, the sheets, my thighs, everything.
I kept rocking back and forth, grinding my clit into him, milking his shaft through our orgasm, my walls rippling in rhythmic pulses that dragged every drop of cum from his balls until he was shaking beneath me, fingers bruising my hips, eyes locked on mine, wild and undone.
“I’m sure I want this, Ivy. I think I always did.”
“Then cum inside me all night, Keith, and light up my womb with your seed.”