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Dark Coercion #2:Raping My Stepmom
By Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
***
I guess I'm a pretty normal guy. I'm 5ft 10 in, 167 lbs.
I work out, but am not a muscle freak. I'm a freshman in
college, but I have this baby-smooth, innocent face that
makes me look a lot younger than I really am. My dad is a
Heart Surgeon, and a pretty good one at that. We are not
really close.
When I was 16 he left my mom and married Susan the Slut.
Mom really loved him, and she never recovered. She
started drinking--a lot. Mix that with pills, and chronic
depression, and she was a real mess. I don't know how, or
why but about a year ago she lost control of her car and
went off the side of the highway. There were no skid
marks. I want to be honest; it's hard to love a pill
popping, depressed drunk.
So I am not going to pretend I was completely devastated.
Financially I was set. I got the house, cars, bank
accounts, and jewelry. The large insurance policy paid
double, if mom died in an accident, and double that if
she was dismembered. Drive a mustang convertible off a
cliff at 70 mph, with no seatbelt...trust me, you're
gonna be dismembered.
Here's the thing. As bad as my mom was at the end, with
all of her faults, I still loved her. I can still
remember the woman who baked me cookies, cheered like a
loon for me at my little league games and asked me how
was my day--and then really listened to the answer. I
still remember the kind lady who volunteered for
charities and loved my dad. We used to be a family, and
it hurts that we aren't anymore.
Of course I moved in with my dad and Susan. We all knew
it was temporary, but for a while I was stuck. My dad is
in his mid forties. He first met Susan a few years after
she graduated with Honors from NYU. He hired her as an
executive office assistant. She was a tall, leggy blonde,
with big, fat tits. Susan was the kind of woman that
stupid men called bimbos. It was easy to think of her as
just a fuckable slut, a dumb whore. But she wasn't. Susan
was the kind of woman who used her looks and her brains
to get ahead. She was manipulative, charming, funny, and
incredibly beautiful.
She had my dad's dick wrapped around her little finger.
She had him fooled, but she couldn't fool me. Probably
because I saw her as the women who ruined my life, and
indirectly caused my mother's death. That tends to dilute
the lust spell. Oh I still thought she was hot, I still
wanted to suck her tits. I did wonder how her pussy
tasted, and imagined making her choke on my cock. I
dreamed of putting her in her place, of making her pay. I
mean I was still a horny, virgin teenager.
Sometimes I'd imagine she was my woman that I was allowed
to fuck her pretty little mouth. Susan was a big girl.
5ft 9inches, all curves and tits and ass. She had this
soft, sexy, sultry voice that did something to me. I know
it was wrong, and I did not like her. I just wanted to
wipe that superior look off her face. To hear her
whimper, and moan and cum for me, on my command. I knew
how I'd do it. I'd strip her slow and make her watch as I
sucked her tits. God I love tits.
When I get my own woman, I'm gonna suck on her tits all
day. Sniff em, and suck em, and lick em, and fuck em. I'm
gonna learn how to make my girl cum, and drip and scream
my name. I want Susan panting, wild with lust. Then I'll
spread her open, hold her down, and slo-wl-y fuck her.
Fuck, thrust, bang, slam, repeat, repeat, repeat. I could
see it now, I could just taste her arousal, smell her
lust for me.
"John, please, please, I need you, I need your fat cock.
FUCK MEEeeee! Ahgahd, Ahgahd, you own me, I'll do
anything, let me cum, please let your little girl cum. H,
h, how can you do it? How can you fuck me so long, you're
the best. Do anything you want to me, Rape me daddy, fuck
my pussy as hard as you like, rip my ass open. You're the
best, the best, nobody has ever fucked me harder, longer,
better, John I love you!!" she'd scream as she came, as
she begged me for more.
She'd get it too. I'd fuck her tight pussy all night. I
could control myself. I'd bring myself right to the edge
of orgasm and then delay it, control it, master it. In
reality, I could barely stand her. In my dreams, in my
fantasies I fucked Susan any time I wanted to, and loved
it.
Somehow though, slowly it stopped being a fantasy, and
became a plan. I know exactly when it started to change.
I came home one day and could hear my dad's voice on the
answering machine. Susan had picked up a little too late.
"Hang on a minute Beth, Dr. Littledick will stop talking
in a second, " Susan joked to her sister on the phone.
It came to me in a flash, she doesn't know! Obviously
Susan did not know how the new machine worked. She
thought it would turn off, stop recording. But she was
wrong. Once it starts, it records for 3 minutes. Long
enough to leave a message, long enough for Susan to
incriminate herself. After the "Were not home, leave a
message" finished, Susan assumed the machine was off, and
resumed her conversation.
She was wrong.
"Hey Beth, I'm glad you called...no nothing much really.
Same ol shit. It's just hard. Letting that fat old fart
fuck me. Having to smile at him while I suck his dick,"
she complained bitterly to her sister and best friend.
The machine was still taping.
"Why don't you leave him, I mean you obviously can't
stand him, you've only been married for a little over a
year. Cut your losses honey and move on I say."
Oh god, would she do it? Would she really admit to not
loving my dad, on tape?
"I am miserable. Beth, I hate my life right now. I have
no career, I'm married to a man I don't love, fucking a
horny old goat. He makes me feel so cheap. Then you throw
in that creepy kid of his, I mean shit he's 18, has
plenty of money, and his own home. Why the fuck does he
have to stay with us?! There's something about him that
freaks me out, like he's just a little too smooth, too
icy-Norman Bates- calm. I can't put my finger on it but,
I don't like the little twerp."
"I'm going to tell you a secret, nobody can ever know. I
can't leave Beth, not yet. I've only been married 14
months. Our Prenuptial agreement says I don't get a penny
for 3 years. Then I'm free, a full partner, a straight
50/50 split. I'll be a multi millionaire before I'm 30. I
want that money Beth, I'll do anything to get it. If I
have to suck his cock, let him touch me with his filthy
hands, I'll do it. I'll smile, and think of my money."
Perfect, I had her. Susan was in the kitchen. I snuck
into the Den and turned the answering machine off. Then I
popped a new tape in, and took her confession with me.
That tape gave me leverage, I could probably ruin her
marriage with it, pay the bitch back for what she had
done to my family. But...the thing is, Susan was sneaky,
smart, and so damn sexy. I vowed to myself that I would
not underestimate her. I had to factor in our respective
relationships with my dad.
He loved her, he was almost obsessed with her body. I
could hear my dad fucking her, wheezing and puffing, and
groaning as he slammed into her. He'd get this sheepish,
smug, shit-eating grin afterwards. My dad would want to
believe her. Compare that to my lukewarm relationship
with him. If my story was true then he was just a fat old
fool, who had been played. She could claim the tape was
just a joke, or taken out of context. That she had been
mad that day and was blowing off steam.
Finally, if he divorced her I would get some
satisfaction, some righteous pleasure... but I felt I
deserved more.
It was a damn good start, but I needed more. I'm pretty
good with computers, but I'm no super geek like some of
my friends. I don't have the expertise or equipment to be
a hacker. Thing is, if you have a few basic pieces of
information you don't need any equipment, you can ruin
somebody's life very easily. Trust me, I know.
One night, Susan left her wallet out, when she went to
bed. I got her credit cards, Social Security number,
Driver's License, and made copies on the scanner. I
replaced everything. About a week later I engaged her in
conversation, asked about her family. We were talking
about funny last names and I asked what her mother's
maiden name was. She told me.
Some of you see where this is going. If you know a
person's Social Security, Credit Card # and Mother's
maiden name, for all intents and purposes you ARE that
person online. But I wanted one other thing. One day
while Susan was on the computer upstairs, I used my cell
phone to dial our house. I had already hidden all the
cordless phones that were upstairs. Susan ran downstairs
mumbling under her breath to answer the phone.
She left the computer active.
She was already on AOL, so I went in under her profile
and changed her password. I did not need to enter her
current password since it was already signed on. Susan
only used the computer a couple of times a week so I
would have a few days. The next time she used AOL she
would not be able to get in. So what, she would call
Customer Service, prove who she was, and they would reset
her.
For the next three days I was Susan. I could compose and
send e-mails in her name. I could access her online
banking account, and transfer funds. I could save the
nastiest, filthiest porn sites in her favorites, on the
computer she shared with my father.
Over the next 3 days I sent dozens of fake e-mails to
bogus addresses. Nobody received them, but they looked
legit. I then printed them out and saved them in a
password-protected file.
Here's one I sent to Beth@hotmail
Dear Sis,
I hate my life, Ronald is such a bad lover, I dream of
fucking John. God I'm horny. I can't wait to leave him
and take all his money. At least I have my lovers on the
side to keep me happy. God I hope Ronald dies so I can
have it all. Hmmm maybe I should help him a little...ha,
ha, just kidding. I'll earn my money the old fashioned
way, I'll fuck the fat bastard for it.
Love,
Susan."
I created and printed several e-mails just like that.
Then I transferred, $8,000 a few CDs and some stock from
their joint account, to her personal savings account. It
seems she had already been doing this, but on a much
smaller scale. $300 here, maybe a thousand there, my dad
never even missed it. Before I HELPED her, she had
$15,000 socked away. But he would definitely notice
$8,000.
So that was my plan. Susan might be able to explain the
answering machine tape, or the bank transfers, or even
the incriminating e-mails, but even she could not explain
it ALL.
I decide to rub her face in it, to savor her defeat. My
dad was going out of town to a medical conference on
Thursday and would not be back until Tuesday.
I was watching TV when they came downstairs. Dad was
about to leave for the airport. Susan had a freshly
fucked look on her face, and a thin sneer of disgust. My
dad looked relaxed and happy. He shook my hand and said
goodbye and then led her to the front door.
"Mmm baby I'm going to miss you so much, I'll be thinking
of you. Give papa bear a kiss goodbye, he said as he
began licking and kissing his wife. Slowly the kiss
intensified and he was pressing her hard against the
door. He was pawing at her round tits and sucking her
neck sloppily. Susan appeared to be trying to endure it,
but seemed impatient. From where I was peeking, I could
see them, but they could not see me.
"Damn woman, you've gotten me all worked up again. Suck
me off Susan, I need a quickie," dad said as he squeezed
her meaty ass hard, cupping and massaging her lewdly. She
seemed surprised. They were standing at the front door,
and my dad wanted a blowjob, while I was in the next
room.
(Not sure what her problem was...)
"Ron, we can't, that's gross, your son will hear us.
He'll know what we are doing, you are so loud. Please, we
can't. "
"Shhh baby, do as I say. Get on your knees and suck my
aching cock. Do a good job and I'll cum quick, I'll be
quiet I promise. As far as John...fuck him, I need you
baby, Papa bear needs his little mama's moist, mouth," he
said as he grinded his cock into her crotch, grabbed that
delicious ass again, and sucked on her tongue.
Susan seemed quite frustrated as she reluctantly dropped
to her knees in our hallway and unzipped my dad. He was
completely erect. My dad is not really small, he's a
little over six inches. The problem was his dick was on
the thin side, and his gut kind of hung over and got in
the way. It made him look smaller than he really was.
"Oh shit you gorgeous slut, suck me, suck my big dick
down. Thas, it, Thas nice. Lick the tip baby, lick the
tip!" he hissed and moaned and groaned, while pulling
Susan's face against his stomach.
I could hear her gagging as she struggled to swallow him,
dad was in her throat now, and she clearly did not like
it...and he clearly did not notice or care. It lasted for
about 4 minutes. I felt myself getting hard as I watched
my dad slam, thrust, fuck Susan's pretty face. The best
part was that after listening to her tape I knew that she
hated it. What woman wouldn't be humiliated, for all she
knew I would walk by and catch them, for all she knew
"The little Twerp" could be watching "Littledick" fuck
her into gagging, humiliating submission.
"I'm gonna cum Susan, oh shit daddy is cumming now!" Dad
bellowed as he rammed it in and held her head tight
against his crotch.
It was a good, slow cum and Susan kept trying to spit it
out. Dad just ignored her muffled complaints. Finally she
swallowed. Dad patted her on the head, zipped up and said
"Thanks honey that was great, I'm late. I'll see you
Tuesday, Luv ya! " he said as he rushed off to catch his
plane.
Susan sat in the hallway, tears of anger and frustration
streaming down her pretty face. It was perfect, it was
time. I quickly got the e-mails I had printed and the
micro cassette recorder. I laid them on the couch and
then I walked into the hallway and stood over Susan.
"Are you ok, I saw the whole thing. Jesus...is it always
like that? How do you stand it? C'mere let's go sit down
and talk for a bit," I said as I helped her to her feet,
gave her a quick hug and led her to the couch. Susan was
ashamed, that I had seen her show, and shocked that I was
being so nice to her. I took a finger and wiped a thick
clump of the my father's cum off her pouty lips. She
blushed a lovely shade of pink.
I traced my finger over her top and bottom lips,
caressing them to make sure they were spunk free. I
looked down in her eyes and asked if she was really ok.
She instinctively licked her lips, and softly said she
was. It was clear though that she needed a little comfort
and I got a kick out of consoling her. She stiffened when
I put my arm around her shoulder, but did not say
anything.
"Susan, my dad was wrong to treat you that way. You are
his wife and he acted like you were a $10 crack whore!
Forcing you to swallow like some dirty slut, fucking your
face by the front door and then patting your head like
you were a dog! I am shocked, he does not respect you at
all, does he? You are just a wet mouth, a pair of juicy
tits, a tight pussy, and a sweet, round ass, to him. How
do you stand it? What could ever make you stay with a man
like that? He's fat, old, and cruel. You must really love
him to let him make a fool out of you, to let him
disrespect and completely humiliate you like that. Oh no,
c'mon, it's ok let it all out, I'm here...I'm here," I
shushed her and hugged her tighter, as she cried and blew
mucus on my chest.
I held my stepmother in my arms for about a minute, until
she could compose herself. She felt so soft and warm and
helpless, snuggle against me. Finally she became
embarrassed and pulled away a little.
"John, I'm sorry about that...I don't know why I got so
upset. I guess I'm pretty ashamed that you saw me like
that. Did you really watch the WHOLE thing, ALL of it?
(Sigh) I'd really appreciate it if we just forgot all
about it. I don't want to talk about what happened
anymore."
"Sure Susie, I can understand, let's talk about something
else. Hmm...I know, let's listen to this cassette I came
across, " I said as I pushed play.
Soon the sound of Susan's voice filled the room. She
listened in fear and anger as her disgust and contempt of
my father and me was revealed. Her face went pale as she
outlined her plan to become a millionaire.
"Why how did you get that you little shit! Give me that
tape!" she sputtered.
I held the recorder out of her reach and fended her off.
"Settle down and shut the fuck up bitch. I got you now, I
finally got your ass. I knew! Somehow I always knew that
a woman like you couldn't really love a man like my
father. You're just in it for the money. Well guess what
slut, it's over. When my dad hears this tape, you are out
on the street. Just like any other whore. I got you
Susan. That's what you get for breaking up a marriage.
It's your fault, everything that happened to my mom and
me is your fault. Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!!" I
roared.
I could feel the blood pounding in my head, I was losing
it, I wanted to hit her, to smash that arrogant mouth, to
cause her a fraction of the pain I felt. Oh god, it would
feel so good to hear her scream,, shriek, beg, cry.
I guess I stared to scare myself a little, something bad
was happening to me. I did not like it. If started, I
don't think I could have stopped. I really believe I
might have hurt her bad. I needed a minute to catch my
breath, and regain my composure. So I stood up, moved
away from her and cleared my head. Susan used that time
to try and figure a way out.
"John, listen to me. No matter how I feel about your
father, he loves me. That tape proves nothing. I'll tell
him you and your computer geek friends faked it, or that
I was kidding around. He's going to believe me. That one
tape does not erase the fact that I am his wife and he
loves me."
That made me smile, even chuckle a little, and helped to
calm me down.
"I don't know Susan, you might be right. Thing is, the
tape is not ALL I have. I have e-mails sent from your
account that back up the tape. I also have proof of you
transferring/stealing money from his bank account to your
own. I did not even need my geek friends to help me. Why
don't you save yourself some embarrassment. Pack your
bags and get out of my father's house, before he gets
home," I sneered in triumph.
Susan was stunned. She could not believe that an 18 yr
old twerp could beat her. Then she said something I did
not expect. It changed my life, both of our lives
forever.
"Ok John, you win. What do I have to do to stop you from
playing that tape. I'll do anything. I'll give you some
of the money, a million dollars...2 million? Please
anything!"
I want to be clear: it was never my plan to Rape Susan. I
wanted to hurt her. Mentally, physically, emotionally,
but NOT sexually. I'm not that kind of person. I wanted
to end her marriage, ruin her plans, and pay her back for
my mother's death. But when a beautiful woman tells a
virgin Teenager that she'll "do ANYTHING"--how could I
not think of sex, it was her own fault really.
Add in the fact that we were home alone, and that I have
had rape fantasies about this woman for years...I think
you can see that I did not have a choice. Any man would
have done the same thing. The only thing I felt a little
weird about was fucking my dad's wife. Then I remembered
his final words about me. "Fuck him, I want a blow job."
I realized my dad would understand. Especially if I saved
him a few million dollars. I had no intention of playing
fair with Susan, she had to pay.
In short, I planned to have my slut and fuck her too.
"Susan I went through a lot of trouble setting you up.
You say you'll do anything... let's talk about that. It's
true I don't have millions but with my mom's insurance
money, bank accounts cars and stock, etc I really am
pretty well set for money. Still I would not mind some
more. Let's say 50/50, whatever cash you get in the
divorce settlement I get half. You can keep the property,
cars, jewels, furs for yourself. You will have earned it.
Do we have a deal?"
Susan was livid, to have to share that much money was
hard for a greedy, money hungry slut to take. But she had
no choice.
"Fine, you asshole. It's not fair but FINE!"
That got me to laughing again. I could barely keep a
straight face as I let the other shoe drop.
"BTW, Susie, there's one other thing. You don't like it
but fucking my dad gets you your money. If you weren't
his fuck toy, you would not get paid. It occurs to me
that I deserve the same deal. After all I could stop you
from getting paid by showing him the tape, letters and
bank statements. You said you'd do anything? Fine then I
want you to be my woman until my dad gets back. I want
you to be my obedient, submissive, fantasy fuck-slut for
the next 5 days. Your body belongs to me. Do that, and
you get your money. I'm not going to force you, the
choice is yours."
She sat there quietly seething for a few minutes. Susan
was a bright woman, and I guess she figured this was what
I was leading up to all along. Oh she was upset, angry,
and a little scared but, she was also a vicious, cornered
animal. I don't know what she would do, what lengths she
would go to get her fortune.
"John, I can't believe you are doing this to me. It is
sick and cruel. You'd really do this, make me your rape
slut, steal half of my money? I, I, need some time to
think it over," she said as she rose to leave the room.
Fu-uh-ck that, no way I let you out of my sight.
"Sure Susan, I understand you can have a few minutes, but
if you leave the room the deal is off. I want the money,
I want your luscious body, but I don't trust you. Sit
back down and tell me what/when you decide."
That really shook her up. She realized I had her in a
box. She might be able to turn the tables on me later,
but not now. She took it like a slut, like a real pro.
"I'll do it, I'll let you have me. I won't like it, you
are worse than your father, at least he loves me in his
warped way. You are just a rapist. How can you do this,
we're supposed to be family. I am your father's wife!"
She hissed in outrage.
To be honest I barely heard her. All I could think about
was that I was finally quitting the club. Me and a few of
my buds had admitted to each other that we were all
(still) virgins at 18. We aren't nerds (um, well at least
I'M not), we just never found the right girl, or she was
dating somebody else.
Take me for instance, I had been friends with this
attractive girl name Rebecca for years. I was halfway in
love with her. She was an honorary member of our club,
she was still a virgin. Bright, funny, sexy, and one of
my best friends. Perfect right? I waited for her fresh,
young pussy for 2 years in High School. I'm still
waiting. Rebecca was not out of the closet yet...but it
was clear that she liked girls better than guys. I loved
her, and kept hoping that maybe she'd give me a chance.
But it did not look good. Well I was done waiting, I'm 18
and I wanted to fuck. Bad, really, really bad.
"Susan take you clothes off, I want to see you naked
now." She was embarrassed and tried to stall, but finally
she pulled her t-shirt off, and then her jeans. Susan had
on pink panties and a lacey cotton candy colored bra.
"C'mere, let me help you."
She reluctantly walked over and stood in front of me.
Then she turned around humbly so I could undo her bra.
She was trembling slightly and so was I. I ran my hands
down her arms and then hugged her hard, pulling her ass
tight against my crotch. My hands cupped her fat 38C tits
through her bra and squeezed. Susan let out this little
gasp, and a startled "Ohh!" as I began rolling her
nipples.
I took the bra off and threw it aside. Then I peeled the
panties off her plump bottom. it was jiggling, and I
could not help grabbing each cheek and massaging them
hard. Pulling them far apart, and then smashing, rubbing,
smushing them back together. I played with my stepmom's
tits and ass for several minutes before leading her to my
father's bed.
"I want you wet for me, play with your pussy Susie, get
it nice and wet.. I want to hear it, I want to smell it."
She actually blushed at that, and muttered, "You sick
bastard." But she obeyed me. Susan closed her eyes and
started rolling her nipples. They were hard and long and
tasty looking.
"Keep your eyes open, look at me, always look at me.
Good, now spread your legs wide so I can see." Susan
dipped two fingers inside her cunt and was moving it
around, and then thrusting it in and out. She started
brushing her clit and breathing faster. Her eyes had this
unfocused look as she stared up at me.
"That's it, keep it up slut. Cum for me, cum for your
master. You know you want to. Right here in my father's
bed, I want to see you spill your juices," I taunted my
stepmom as she slipped into her orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh, no shit, Ahgad, you fucker!" she wailed as
her pussy gushed.
"Put your hands under it, don't let it spill, cup it,
catch it, catch your cum. That's a good girl." I cooed.
Then I got on the bed between her wide-open legs and
dripping pussy.
"Feed it to me Susan, let me taste your cum. Susan's
hands were shaking as she held her dainty cum slicked
hand up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at
her sticky palms for several seconds before greedily,
licking and sucking each of her fingers. She was simply
delicious. I'd never tasted anything like her. Sweet and
salty, creamy yet sticky. I wanted more.
"Sit on my face Susan, put that steaming cunt on my
mouth. Grind it, hump me you beautiful slut. Don't be
shy, don't be gentle, FUCK ME. I'm gonna eat you dry.
Give that fucking pussy to me now!" Susan straddled my
face and began bouncing hard on top of it. I grabbed her
ass and shoved her even harder, while bringing my mouth
up to vacuum suck her wet cunt. I kept licking and
slurping and breathing her aroma, until she came a second
time with a pitiful groan. Then I sat up and began
tracing my name on her pussy. "J-o-h-n", I wrote with my
finger, sending shivers through her each time I tickled
her clit. By now I was ready to burst. I wanted her so
bad, but I knew I had to go slow or I would embarrass
myself. She looked so hot, naked and wet, completely
spent.
"Susan sit up baby. Take my clothes off. Get me ready for
you, get me naked."
Woodenly she obeyed. Susan unbuttoned my shirt and pulled
my slacks off. She seemed surprised at the thick bulge in
my boxer briefs. My cock is not the longest I'm just a
little over 7 inches, but it is very thick, with a fat
doorknob head. Susan had not fucked anyone but my dad for
the past few years. A horny, thick-dicked teenager was
quite different.
She pulled my briefs down and just stared at my twitching
meat. I pushed her back down and rested on top of her
naked body and slowly kissed her. My dick was bumping
around outside the entrance to her sopping wet vagina,
playfully trying to slip inside where it was warm. But
right now I wanted to taste her sweet little mouth. Have
you ever just wanted to kiss a woman? To lick and suck,
and just inhale her? To utterly posses her mouth, to
claim it for yourself. That's how I felt. At first she
just stayed still underneath me, her tits pressing into
my chest, her arms flat at her side.
But the more I kissed her, the more times my dick rubbed
her pussy and clit, she seemed to thaw out a bit. Finally
she opened her mouth just a little. I sucked her pink
tongue and she let me. She did not completely give in,
but she accepted my mouth on hers. Her breasts were so
soft and warm against my chest that I decided to taste
them too. I took my time with her.
I wanted my first time to be special, tender. I wanted
her to enjoy it, to teach me how to be a good lover.
There would be plenty of time for some of my nastier
fantasies later. I scooched down and buried my face
between her beautiful breasts and blew raspberries on her
tits. That made her laugh. Her left breast felt warmer
than her right so I started sucking it. She was breathing
heavy now and these tiny gasps and moans were slipping
out of her mouth. I gently flicked her right nipple,
before licking it, and nipping it between my teeth. Susan
started thrashing about wildly, running her hands through
my hair, squealing with pleasure.
"I'm going to fuck you now baby, open your legs, get
ready." She did not move.
"John I don't want you cumming inside of me, do you have
a condom? I'm on the pill, but still I'd prefer it if you
wore one. I don't want there to be any chance of you
getting me pregnant. I'm your stepmother."
Who the fuck did she think she was? The stuck up bitch
thought she was too good for my cock, and my cum. Fuck
her, I'd teach her a lesson.
"Susan, let's get something straight I'm gong to fuck
you. I'm NOT wearing a condom. Furthermore you will NOT
take your pill for the next 5 days. I don't know if I can
get you pregnant, but that is just a chance you will have
to take. This weekend is about ME, about MY wants and
needs. Your job is to be my woman, to make me happy. I
just want your pussy, I just want to rent it for a little
while, I'll give it back. Now be a good girl, shut the
fuck up and let me fuck you."
With that I forced her legs apart and lined my dick up.
It was a little awkward at first, figuring how to get in
the right position, the proper angle. Finally I had to
stick a finger inside her pussy and feel my way around,
then it made sense. She did not help me, but she didn't
say no either. She was pretty wet after the orgasms and
tit sucking, and after a good, hard push I popped inside.
Fucking a thin dicked man, for so long left her pussy
nice and tight for me (Thanks dad!). I could feel my cock
scraping and dragging along the walls of her pussy.
Finally I was balls deep and bottomed out.
"Mmm do you like that Susie, does it feel good having
your stepson inside of you? Oh shit, I love it, I love
your pussy! I'm not a virgin anymore! Oh god, do you know
how many times, how long I'm gonna fuck you?! Uh, how,
uh, does, mmm, that, ahhh feel, groannn. Take it, take
it, take my cock. What, oh shit not already, not so
soon...aieeeee, ow, ow, owe fuck I'm cummingggg!"
I think I lasted about 45 seconds.
I rolled off Susan, a little disappointed in myself, I
knew I could do better than that (I swear I can!). I
looked over at her and could not believe it. She was
laughing at me!
"Hee, heee, haa, snicker. What the fuck was that! Even
your fat father lasts longer than that. Giggle, snort,
snicker."
At first I was mad, but then I got the giggles too, her
laughter was infectious. I started thinking about all the
things I would do to my stepmom over the next 5 days. The
humiliation, how many times I would fuck her. I thought
about her sucking my cock, drinking my cum. Heh, heh, oh
shit I was going to enjoy fucking my beautiful, stepmom
against her will. Best of all, after fucking her silly,
trusting slutty ass, for 5 days, I might still play the
tape for my dad when he got home. I might still ruin her
life. Then again maybe I won't. Heh, heh, chuckle.
We lay there snuggled up tight, content, and spent. I
dipped a finger in her cunt and rubbed her gently . My
half limp dick was resting on her ass, and my arm was
hugging her close. I might be quick to fire, but I was
also quick to reload.
"Soon baby, I'll be ready to rape you again real soon," I
playfully whispered to my stepmom as my dick got hard in
her ass. I chuckled again as I felt her stiffen in
surprise.
We were going to have a lot of fun n the next 5 days.
Well...at least I was. Heh.
END
Author's Note:
This one was a long time in the making. I realized that I
had never written a step-story. Which is kind of odd. I
mean my dad is a true, honest to goodness American hound
dog. He's been married 4 times and I have no idea how
many live in lover/sluts I got to meet growing up. It's
kind of a strange dynamic. I mean here is this woman who
typically was at least 10 to 15 years younger than my
dad, and about the same range older than me.. Figure mid
twenties to early 30's.
As a group they were attractive, intelligent women who
worked with my dad. All college graduates, one had a PHD
fer cryin out loud. They all were upward climbers,
opportunists. At the time I was quite critical of that
trait, but as I get a little older I'm not sure that is
as evil a thing as I used to. I'd spend about six weeks a
year with these women (Weekends, Summer, Holidays)
Picture a horny teenager in a house with a woman he
barely knows.
My dad traveled a lot on business. I remember the first
time it hit me. Stepmom #1 thought I was outside. She got
out of the shower and walked down the hallway in a towel
that barely covered her ass and did next to nothing for
her ample tits. I came up the stairs and almost bumped
into her. We both stood there, she was blushing, trying
to cover up. I was 15, and just stared.
At that moment I did not care that she was my father's
wife. I did not care that she was the woman who split my
parents up. Nothing happened of course, but I still
remember it, 15+ years later So Susan, wherever you are
this one is for you.
(I also had a fairly embarrassing answering machine mix-
up, but I'm just too shy to share it here. Blush-blush.)
There now I can rest easy.
Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net
Jaz
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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