Her Stepfather's Crush

It all started when I ran out of clean panties.

I was home from college for the summer, and my mom told me I was responsible for doing my own laundry. Needless to say, between my summer internship and trying to catch up with friends from high school, I neglected my laundry.

So when I started walking around a lot in my pajamas, my mom rolled her eyes and told me just to do a load of laundry. Finally, I did throw a load in. While I was waiting for it, I decided to watch a movie with my mom and stepdad, Mitch.

Mitch has been around for a while.

When I first met him, I admit I had a little crush. He's gorgeous, after all, with his messy brown hair and bright green eyes. I even took up running so I could spend more time with him.

The problem was that he ran at 5 AM all the time, so running with Mitch only lasted a few weeks. But I continued running on my own when I discovered I liked it.

"What movie do you want?" Mom asked.

"Something with a happy ending," I said.

"Does that mean a chick flick or a rom com?" Mitch wrinkled his nose.

"It can be an action movie, or whatever else. I just do not want a tearjerker," I said.

"Ah, so none of your foreign films, Sheila," he teased my mom.

She picked a movie and started playing it, then pulled out her laptop to do some work as she always does.

Mitch and I looked at each other and jointly rolled our eyes. If mom didn't get to pick the movie, she would inevitably work through it.

I was curled up in the corner of the sectional sofa, and Mitch was near my feet. My mom was in the recliner nearby.

As the movie played on, I bent one of my legs and planted my foot on the sofa. I didn't think much of it. I was just trying to get comfortable.

When I heard Mitch suck in a breath, I turned and looked at him, wondering what the matter was.

I realized that his gaze was locked between my legs.

When I noticed that with my legs spread and the loose pajama shorts, he could probably see everything I had to offer, I almost closed my legs, but then I saw the bulge in his joggers.

His gaze shot up to meet mine when my hand slid down to my thigh. Then I gave him a wicked smile and ran a fingertip up and down the seam of my pussy.

He swallowed as he watched me touch myself. My mother shifted, and his gaze darted to her to be sure her attention was not on us.

He cleared his throat, then pulled the throw off the back of the sofa and covered my legs with it.

I was about to drown in disappointment when I felt his fingers on my ankle. I thought he would close my legs just to be safe, but he lifted my foot to the back of the sofa and scooted closer.

My breath caught as he slid his hand up the inside of my leg.

He looked at me. I mouthed 'please', so he slid his hand up even further. My pulse beat between my legs as he made his way to the apex of my thighs.

When his fingertips grazed over the bare lips of my pussy, I did close my thighs as much as I could. I wanted to trap him between my legs.

Mitch smirked at me and pressed the tip of his finger further until it breached my opening. He groaned, then covered it with a cough when he found me wet and ready. Then he lifted one of my feet onto his lap and pressed it against his erection.

My only thought was that he was much bigger than anyone I had ever been with, and I needed to get that cock inside me.

I pressed my toes against him, rubbing up and down. He rewarded me by pressing two fingers inside me and pumping them in and out.

I squeezed him with my inner muscles, and he lifted his hips from the sofa, pressing hard against my foot. I couldn't believe this was happening.

I could hear the click-clack of Mom typing. The movie was just background noise to drown out our panting at this point because my eyes were locked with my stepfather's.

He reached his thumb up and brushed against my clit. I whimpered, but cleared my throat to try to cover it up. He scooted a little closer. His thumb made circles around my clit, giving me the pressure I needed.

My hips shifted restlessly from side to side. I was so wet, I could hear the squelch of his finger fucking me.

How could my Mom not hear it? Not that I wanted her to hear it. I didn't want anything to make him stop.

The adrenaline of being under her nose mixed with the friction, both inside me and on my clit, had tension coiling tight inside me.

"Please," I whispered. "Please."

"Shh," he whispered back.

Then he turned the fingers inside and rubbed the front wall of my channel. At the same time, he pressed down hard on my clit. My body exploded. My back arched, my thighs clamped down on his hand. I pulled a pillow to my mouth to muffle my scream, but it was too late.

"Daddy," burst out of me.

His eyes flared, and I felt his cock flex again and again as he shot his load in his pants.

"Is this too scary?" Mom asked.

"No," Mitch and I both said at the same time.

"Then why are you covering your face?" Mom asked.

I was panting. My body jittered and convulsed as aftershocks jolted me.

Even as he spoke to my mom, Mitch was still gently caressing my clit. That was when I knew this wouldn't be the last time.

I started calling him Daddy all the time after that day.

I had done that a little when he had first married my Mom, but mostly to tease him.

It was still to tease him now, but in a totally different way. The word had made him shoot in his pants. I smiled at the memory.

"You're in a good mood today," Mom said as I walked into the kitchen.

"I finally got some laundry done. I feel like I have accomplished something."

"If you got your laundry done, why are you still walking around in your jammies?"

"They're comfortable, Mom."

Mom rolled her eyes. "I have a book club tonight, so you and Mitch are on your own for dinner tonight."

"Okay, Mom, I can fix dinner," I said.

As Mom got ready, so did I. I made sure to cook Daddy's favorite meal and wash every nook and cranny.

I had plans and really hoped Daddy would have his mouth and nose in every place I cleaned. I acted like I didn't care that Mom was leaving, but I watched as she pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street.

"Is she gone?" he asked from behind me, as I stood at the window.

He was in athletic shorts and only athletic shorts. I smiled and smoothed my hands up his sweat-slicked chest.

"I took a shower for you, and you got all sweaty for me?"

"I can take a shower if you want, but it will waste time. Besides, I've worked out twice today and jacked off twice, and I still can't get this to go down." He motioned to the erection tenting his shorts.

"I'll take care of that for you, Daddy."

"Fuck. Why do I love it when you call me that? Makes me want to bend you over my knee."

"How about you bend me over the sofa instead? I really want you to fuck me where you made me come last night."

He whipped my tank top over my head and threw it across the room.

Then he yanked my shorts down.

"I didn't get to see much last night, you know. Now, I want to see everything."

"Sit down, Daddy," I said.

He smiled and walked around the sofa. He pushed his shorts off his hips. They fell to his ankles, where he kicked them off, then sat back on the sofa. I walked over slowly before kneeling on either side of his thighs.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap," he said as he thumbed the base of his erection so it pointed straight to the ceiling.

"I'm so wet just knowing it's going to be your cock inside me, Daddy."

"Ella," he groaned. "You'd better sit on Daddy's cock right now, or I'm going to spank that perfect little ass. Then I'm going to fuck it."

My eyes fluttered in ecstasy. I lined him up with my opening, then sank down a few inches. He was big. His girth stretched me so much, there was a little sting, but then it mellowed into a fullness.

He moaned.

"I've never had anyone in my ass, Daddy. Are you going to take my cherry?"

He punched his hips up, thrusting himself in to the hilt. I sucked in a breath. The friction was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

"I've also never had sex without protection. This is another first for me, Daddy."

"Ella," he groaned. "I've jacked off twice today, but all your little confessions are going to make me come."

"That's what I want, Daddy. I want your cum."

"This is not going to work," he said.

My stomach plummeted, first at his words, but then because he flipped us over so he was on top.

"Maybe next time I'll let you take your time, but this time, Daddy needs to fuck. Hard."

He pulled out and slammed into me. Grunts burst from my lungs as he thrust roughly into me. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock as they rubbed against my sensitive inner walls. I planted my feet on the sofa and met each of his thrusts.

Our skin slapped together. Daddy slid his arms under my legs, spreading me wide. Then he grabbed my arms for leverage so he could fuck even harder.

I jolted with each slam of his body into mine. No one has ever fucked me so savagely, and I loved it.

"Harder," I panted.

"Ella," he groaned. "It is not enough. No matter how hard I fuck, it's not enoughhhhhh."

I knew that part of that was the thrill and excitement of sneaking around. It was also the taboo aspect of it. But knowing it was my daddy who was about to shoot inside me, knowing that we had to fit in as much as we could before Mom came home, it made it even better.

"I'm close, I'm close, I'm close," he chorused.

So was I. He ground himself against me, catching my clit with each rotation. My thighs trembled. I curled my toes.

"Should I pull out?"

"Please, Daddy, please don't, just come inside me."

"Fuckkkkk," he shouted, and the flexing of his cock inside me as he shot his load sent me over as well. "Fuck!" he said again when my body clamped down on him.

We collapsed onto the sofa; his weight on me was a welcome comfort.

When our breaths evened, he kissed my shoulder, then his mouth covered mine, and he suckled my lips as if his life depended on it.

I was enjoying every bit of it. Never has any man kissed me like that.

He pulled his mouth away and found his way to my chest, taking each of my nipples one at a time.

It felt so ecstatic that I didn't want him to stop.

"You need to be really careful with your birth control. I'm going to fuck you every chance I get."

"I'm not on birth control," I told him.

The cock that had begun to soften was hard again in an instant. "Ella," he groaned.

"Fuck me again, Daddy, before Mommy comes home."

And he did, coming inside me again.

Bliss!

"Why can't I keep my fucking hands off you?" Daddy asked as he played with my nipples through my shirt.

"Because neither of us really wants that, Daddy."

"No, I don't want to leave you alone. But what if you get pregnant?" I shrugged. "You make an excellent daddy."

He chuckled and pinched my nipple, but pulled away when Mom walked into the room. We had been making out all week whenever we got the chance. We tried to wait until Mom left the house, but sometimes we just couldn't.

It was movie night again.

This time, instead of lying in the opposite direction from Daddy, I lay in front of him on the deep cushions of the sofa.

I pulled a throw over both of us, then snuggled back against him, rubbing my ass against his half-hard cock.

He wrapped his arms around me under the safety of the blanket. One of his hands slid under my shirt to cup my bare breast. The other slid down the front of my shorts to play with the lips of my pussy. I spread my legs to give him more access.

He hummed and whispered into my ear, "Are you wet already?" I smiled and swiveled my hips, pressing my clit against his fingers.

While my Mom started the movie, Daddy pulled his hand out of my shorts. I grunted in protest, but he only chuckled.

I stopped complaining when I felt him slip his hand down his own shorts. Soon, I felt the hot skin of his cock against my inner thigh. He pushed the loose crotch of my shorts aside, and his length slid between the lips of my pussy.

"Yesss," I whispered, and tilted my hips back.

My wetness lubricated him, so he easily slid back and forth, back and forth, as the movie started to play.

Daddy's other hand continued to pluck at my nipples, sending zings of electricity down to my clit as he continued the back-and-forth motion. I wasn't sure how this could end quietly.

I stuck my ass out even further, and on the next pass, the head of Daddy's cock slid inside me a few inches. His breath caught in my ear.

Then he groaned softly as he thrust all the way home.

I still had no idea how this was going to play out, so I decided to tease Daddy. I squeezed my inner muscles as tight as I could. He blew out a little 'fuck' behind me.

I smiled.

I loved tempting him. I wasn't sure I wanted to actually get caught, but the danger made it exciting.

Then again, when I thought of having Daddy all to myself. He blew out a breath when my body squeezed him again instinctively because of the direction of my thoughts.

With one hand still teasing my nipples, he slid his other hand down the front of my shorts again. His thick middle finger rubbed up and down my clit.

"Squeeze me tight," he whispered. "Can you make me shoot just like this?"

I didn't know if I could, but he would make me come if he kept rubbing my clit like that.

At this point, Mom was actually watching the movie attentively, so she would likely look back at them more often than if she were working.

As if on cue, she laughed at something on the screen, then turned to see if we were laughing. I tried to smile, but ended up biting my lip to hold back a moan. Daddy chose that very moment to grind against me.

I wondered... if she looked closely... would she be able to see the slow, steady rhythm of Daddy's hand as he rubbed my hot little button?

Mom turned back to the movie. The lights were low, so she must not have been able to see all the movement happening under the blanket.

Daddy stayed buried in me to the hilt, only rotating his hips in a very inconsistent rhythm, frustrating me. I kept trying to thrust my hips, but he used his hand to hold me against him.

"I'm going to come if you keep that up," he whispered.

"Mmmmmm. That's the idea, Daddy."

"Fuck. When you call me that, it does something to me."

That was the idea as well.

"Stop whispering, you two," Mom said.

Daddy's hand froze between my thighs for a moment until Mom turned back to the TV. He blew out a relieved breath, then started building my orgasm all over again.

I tried to watch the movie, but my vision blurred as his hand moved faster and faster, sending little bolts of pleasure through me with each pass over my clit.

His movements became fast, desperate.

I was so close, I curled my toes and let out an involuntary grunt. I clamped down on him so tight, he left my nipples alone and grabbed my hip with his free hand. He started thrusting as much as he could, but there wasn't a lot of room with us both on the sofa.

It was too much, the pleasure, the excitement, Mom sitting right there. I pulled the pillow from under my head and covered my face. Daddy gave my clit a little pinch and sent me flying.

Just as my body started to convulse, Mom paused the movie. "Do you guys want some water? You're both coughing back there."

"Yes," Daddy hissed as his cock throbbed and flexed inside me with each spurt of his cum.

With a frustrated sigh, Mom got up and went into the kitchen. Daddy quickly pulled out and shoved his dick back into his shorts.

I'd need to do a little clean-up, so I stood when Mom came back in. She handed each of us a glass of water.

"Do you want me to wait until you get back to start the movie again?" Mom asked.

"No, it's..." I gasped as Daddy ran a finger up the inside of my thigh from behind.

Mom's brows pinched together. "You okay?"

"Yes, I just drank too fast and got a brain freeze."

She gave me a doubtful look, but sat back in her chair. I turned to Daddy, who was smirking at me. He held up a finger covered in his cum. I checked to make sure Mom wasn't looking, then leaned down and licked his finger clean.

When I stood, his eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was open. I hurried to the bathroom before my mom had a chance to see anything.

I heard the bathroom door slightly open, and I looked it was Daddy.

"Are you washed"? He asked, and I nodded.

He carried me and placed me on the cabinet, and minutes later, his mouth was between my legs.

"Ummmmm", I let out a soft moan as he takes me back to cloud nine, but this time he is not fucking me with his hard cock but with his tongue.

I could not contain the sweetness, the pleasure he was causing, so I had to let out a very high moan.

Then I heard a knock on my bathroom door.

It must be Mum!