"Ohhh! Fuck!" My boyfriend, Josh, groaned as he fucked me harder, his breath hitching in my ear. This was the first time he was fucking me like this—with a hint of actual aggression and speed.
Usually, our sessions were lukewarm at best. He had always been soft and always cum in less than two minutes, leaving me staring at the ceiling while he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
"Yes, baby! Harder! Don't stop!" I moaned, arching my back to meet his rhythm as he drove deeper into my pussy. For a split second, I actually thought he might pull it off. I thought he could make it last—at least hit the five-minute mark this time. I closed my eyes, desperately trying to focus on the friction, but my hopes crashed and burned when he suddenly jerked his hips, let out a pathetic little whimper, and shot his load deep inside me.
A heavy wave of disappointment washed over me. He had promised to give me the best sex of my life once I came home for spring break. He’d hyped it up for weeks over the phone, swearing up and down about how much he missed me and how he was going to make me scream his name in ecstasy.
But as I lay there, feeling the warm, sticky liquid pool inside me, I realized nothing had changed. He hadn't improved; he’d just gotten better at lying about it.
Spent, he rolled off me with a satisfied sigh and collapsed onto the mattress, pulling the duvet up to his chin.
"That was amazing," he mumbled, smiling at me with a goofy, self-satisfied grin—as if he’d just done something spectacular and blown my mind. "Wanna watch a movie? I downloaded that new series everyone's talking about."
"It's getting late. I should head home," I replied, forcing a tight smile as I reached for my bra. Deep down, I was frustrated. Josh was a sweet, caring guy. He constantly checked in on me and never cheated—a total 180 from my cheating ex. He was a great catch, except for one glaring flaw I just couldn't ignore.
He sucked in bed. I always leaves his house completely unsatisfied, left with a nagging, hollow ache he could never quite reach. Tonight was just another drop in the bucket. I had been looking forward to this hookup all week because of the big game he talked. He claimed his buddy gave him foolproof tips on how to last longer. But reality was a far cry from the hype.
I got dressed in silence and slipped out of his apartment. When I finally made it back to my house, I unlocked the door as quietly as possible, kicking my shoes off at the entrance so I wouldn't wake anyone. It was almost 10pm; my mom and stepdad were usually dead to the world by now. I was about to tip-toe up the stairs, my hand already resting on the banister, when a strange noise coming from my stepdad's study stopped me cold.
I glanced over and saw the door slightly ajar. A sliver of blue light from a computer monitor spilled out into the pitch-black hallway. My first instinct was to just head up to bed and leave him to his late-night paperwork, but the next sound I heard made me freeze in my tracks.
"Ohhh! Yes, Daddy! Fuck me harder! Don't stop! Fuck your little stepdaughter's pussy!"
The female voice blaring from the computer speakers was high-pitched, breathy, and desperate. I couldn't believe my ears. My heart started hammering against my ribs. Curiosity got the better of me—I had to know what the hell was going on in there. Holding my breath, I crept forward on my tiptoes. I sidled up to the door and peered through the crack.
My stepdad was sitting in his high-backed leather chair, glued to his computer screen.
My throat went completely dry, and my eyes bugged out. Holy fuck. My stepdad was watching porn. And not just any random vanilla porn—a hardcore father-stepdaughter scene. The girl on the screen looked young, with long, dark hair exactly like mine, and the older man was relentlessly pounding her from behind, pulling her hair as he ruin her pussy.
My gaze drifted down, following the line of his arm, and I realized his hand was moving in a steady, rhythmic, back-and-forth motion under the desk. He was stroking his dick slowly while watching the porn video.
My jaw practically hit the floor when I got a clear view of it. Fuck! It was the thickest cock I had ever seen in real life. Josh's dick looked like a literal toy compared to the massive, pulsing weapon my stepdad was gripping. I couldn't tear my eyes away.
I knew I had absolutely no business staring at my stepdad's cock, but God... it was mesmerizing. It was incredibly thick, long, and had a slight upward curve, absolutely corded with heavy veins that stood out starkly under his tight grip. It looked powerful—like the kind of cock that could easily hit all those deep spots Josh couldn't even dream of reaching. The kind that could make me scream my lungs out.
The way his large, calloused hand wrapped around the shaft, his fingers barely touching on the other side because of its sheer girth, was the most hypnotic thing I’d ever witnessed. He stroked himself with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his fist sliding from the very base all the way up to the swollen, purple head. With every upward pull, the skin stretched taut, showing off those thick, rope-like veins that branched across the surface like a roadmap of pure heat.
I stood paralyzed in the doorway, drinking in every second of it. Every time his hand crested the top, a thick bead of clear precum squeezed out of the slit, glistening under the blue monitor light before he slicked it back down his massive length.
His cock twitched and throbbed, practically taking on a life of its own. It seemed to grow even thicker and more rigid with every pass of his palm, turning a deep, angry shade of red that made my own pussy throb in sympathy. Occasionally, he would twist his wrist right as he reached the tip—a brutal technique that made his broad shoulders shudder. The head flared even wider, the slit opening slightly like it was gasping for air.
It was exactly the kind of dick I craved to have inside me. I began to imagine how it would feel to have all that girth stretching me out, filling me up until I couldn't even breathe. I felt a rush of wetness between my legs, a warm slickness soaking my panties in seconds. I couldn't believe it—I was standing in the hallway, dripping wet, craving my stepdad's cock.
I was lost in a haze of dirty, unimaginable thoughts when he suddenly let out a groan that caught me completely off guard.
"Ohh! Fuck, Lisa! You are so fucking hot!" he rasped, his voice a deep, gravelly growl as his fist pumped faster.