My Stepdad Took my Virginity

He finally stuffed me full, and it felt so good that I already want second helpings!

(Stuffed by my Stepdad, Part 5)  By Marie Young

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AMELIA:

This morning I woke up with a pounding headache, thinking Shit!

What the hell had happened last night?

How did I even get here, to my bed?

Oh, no, I thought, as my mind started pieces of last night back together– or at least, as much of the evening as it was able to piece together.

It had been the night before Thanksgiving, which was today. I remembered that I’d gone to my Aunt Marsha’s house to have Thanksgiving dinner with her and my mom, and that my mom brought her new husband… who was hot as fuck.

He and I had been heavily flirting and I’d been so tempted to let him fuck me that I’d left. My friend had invited me to her Friendsgiving dinner, and at first I hadn’t thought I’d be able to go, but then I’d realized it was the perfect excuse to leave. I was dressed a bit formally so, when I got back to my mom’s house, where I was staying while on Thanksgiving break from college, I’d changed into a more casual dress and then headed back out, to go to my friend’s.

We’d had a fun time eating desserts and drinking. I hadn’t had any more regular food since I’d already stuffed myself at my aunt’s house. But by the end of the night, I was still drinking and the effect of the meal I’d eaten earlier had worn off, making me quite the lightweight.

I’d ended up getting pretty wasted, which was something I wasn’t used to. I didn’t like drinking too much because it always made me feel like my alcoholic mother!

But last night I must have been trying to forget my many fantasies about fucking my stepdad and had drowned them out with too much alcohol. I wasn’t sure what all had happened.

I had hazy memories of calling an Uber to get back to my mom’s house, which was good, at least. The last thing I’d needed to do drink and drive, endangering myself and anyone else on the roads! So, I knew I’d had enough sense to make it home in an Uber. But then from there, things got too fuzzy and I wasn’t sure what had happened.

I did think I remembered someone carrying me to my bed last night, and kissing me once I was in it.

It wasn’t some guy from the Friendsgiving dinner, was it?

Nope, my soggy brain informed me. It was Jim.

Of course I had had to come home drunk and Jim had had to help me!

Fuck.

Jim was my stepdad!

My handsome, charming yet very off-limits stepdad.

I really was a piece of work. I began to wonder if we had hooked up. I had a vague and embarrassing memory of hands reaching down into my panties, but I was pretty sure they were my own hands…

Looking down, I saw that my panties were still on, thank goodness.

But what I had I said to my stepdad?

What had I done?

I was hoping that he might be out with my mom right now because I didn’t want to have to see him. I would just die of humiliation.

I started scheming about how I could quickly pack up my stuff and get out of here and back to campus without him noticing, so that I would never have to see him or talk to him again.

“Knock, knock,” said a semi-familiar voice from behind my bedroom door.

Speak of the handsome devil.

It was Jim.

My stepdad himself.

In the flesh and blood.

The very handsome flesh and blood.

“Come in,” I called out, fearing the worst.

Was he going to tell me that I threw myself at him last night?

That I made a fool out of myself?

No. Apparently, he wasn’t going to say anything at all. Because instead, he just silently came into my room. And as he walked through the door, I saw that he was carrying a tray with food on it.

“What the…?” I started to ask.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be hungry or if the thought of food would make you sick,” he said. “So, at this point I only brought water, a Bloody Mary, and some Advil.”

He nodded at each item on the tray before adding, “But I also made a Thanksgiving meal for us, and we can eat it with now or whenever you’re feeling better.”

I looked up at him, feeling completely confused.

“Did we… hook up last night?” I asked him, as he handed me the painkillers and I gratefully swallowed them down, making sure not to gulp too much of the water down afterwards.

He was right–the thought of any kind of food or drink churned my stomach.

“Kind of,” he said, looking a bit sheepish. “You went down on me.”

“I did?”

I felt shocked at first, but then a flashback of what we did last night hit my memory and I couldn’t help but smile. From the little I could finally remember of it, it was hot!

“Yeah. Sorry. You were begging me to let you do it, and I just couldn’t resist!”

“Oh, man,” I said, blushing. “No, I’m the one who’s sorry. How embarrassing.”

“Don’t be; it was great,” he insisted. “I loved it. You were wanting me to go all the way with you, which I would have loved to do, too, but I thought I should probably wait until you were in a better state of mine before we went all the way.”

“That would have been hot,” I said with a smile, glad that he wasn’t judging me for being such a slut. “But you didn’t do it?”

“Not yet,” he confirmed. “I want to do it the right way. With your permission and when you’re in a totally clear state of mind.”

“I guess that would be now,” I told him, excited for this to actually happen.

Suddenly I didn’t feel sick anymore. I didn’t want to wait another moment.

“But hold up,” I said, suddenly realizing we might have to wait. “What about my mom? Isn’t she around?”

“Nope.” He shrugged his tall, broad shoulders at me. “She ran off drinking with some guys last night, and hasn’t been home since.”

“That sounds about right, when it comes to her,” I mumbled, with a sympathetic nod of my head.

“Yeah, well, I made a mistake marrying her now and I see that now. Truth be told, I only want to be with you.”

His tone was gentle and I was anxious to be with him. Anxious to lose my virginity to someone as caring as him.

He put the tray on the nightstand and climbed into bed beside me.

Once we got naked, he started kissing me. My pussy was absolutely drenched. I loved seeing his muscular chest and toned abs.

This is it, I thought. I’m finally going to lose my virginity. And to my stepdad, no less!

He held me close as he gently put the tip of his cock up against the entrance of my pussy.

I loved how big and hard it looked.

But I was a little afraid it wouldn’t fit inside me!

“Does this feel okay?” he asked me, as he pushed it in a little bit.

“Yes,” I told him.

I looked into his eyes as he slid himself further in. He was stretching my pussy hole open really wide. It stung for a moment, causing me to close my eyes tight, but then as he pushed it a bit further in, I could only feel pure, raw pleasure. He wasn’t even using a condom!

“Mmmm,” I groaned. “This feels great.”

“Good. I like to make my new stepdaughter feel ‘great.’ Or, better than great, actually. I want to make you feel amazing.”

He was rubbing my clit as he slid in, and that made it so that it didn’t hurt at all anymore. I felt a thrill of euphoria washing over me as he played with my nub, which was so hard and wet for him.

“I do feel amazing!”

“Good. You told me last night you were a virgin,” he said.

“Yeah, I am.”

“That’s so hot. I can’t believe no one’s ever put their cock inside my gorgeous little stepdaughter. You must have been waiting for me to do the honors.”

“I was,” I confessed —and it was true. Or  at least subconsciously, it was.

I had only just met him last night, but it just felt right, and no other guy had felt right for me to be with like this before.

“Okay, well, this might hurt at first, so let me know, okay?” he said.

I nodded and he began to enter me more fully.

There was a little bit of pain as he pushed further in, but I just held onto his neck, trying not to scratch him with my nails, and said, “Keep going.”

Once he did, it felt amazing. I was so full of his cock that I felt like I could burst. I could feel him all the way inside me.

He was still rubbing my clit, and with his other hand, he squeezed and pinched one of my nipples. It sent shivers all throughout my body as I felt his big dick going in and out of my pussy.

“You’re so tight,” he said. “I love how warm and wet your sweet little cunt feels as I fuck it.”

“And you’re so big,” I told him. “It’s like you’re stuffing me full… just like that turkey we ate yesterday.”

We both laughed at that, and he continued thrusting in and out of me. He kissed me and his mouth felt so good on my lips.

I began to feel his cock throb as it got even bigger and full of his cum, which I could tell was ready to shoot out into my pussy. I squeezed his cock with the walls of my pussy, trying to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.

“I’m cramming your little hot cunt so tight,” he said, as he kept playing with my clit and my nipple at the same time, until I felt myself on the edge of an orgasm. “It’s my cunt now. I’ve claimed it. I can do what I want with it. Can’t I?”

“Yes,” I managed to gasp, because I was feeling the best orgasm in the world starting to take me over.

The way his cock was moving in an out of me felt absolutely divine. It was stretching out my pussy hole and filling it up all the way.

“I’m gonna cum,” I told him, and grabbed ahold of my breasts and squeezed them tightly as he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of me while it was pulsing and throbbing, and he said, “Good girl. That’s a girl. There you go.”

Then he grunted and added, “Me too. Your stepdad is going to cum inside you, and he’s not even wearing any protection.”

“Yes, Daddy, cum in me,” I begged him. “Cum in my pussy. Fill it up with your seed.”

Shit, I didn’t even know what I was talking about. My mom would kill me if he knocked me up! And yet I couldn’t help but want all of him deep inside me. I wanted to have my stepdad’s baby, as crazy as that sounded.

We both came at the same time and then I lay my head on his broad, chiseled chest. I loved that my stepdad was so hot despite being probably twice my age!

Just looking at his six pack abs and tracing my hand over his well-defined pecs with the many tattoos they were covered in made me feel turned on again.

After a while of us laying there together, breathing heavily, I could feel his cock on my thigh; it was getting a bit hard again.

“Do you feel up to second helpings?” I asked him, laughing as I grabbed hold of his now very erect cock.

“Yes,” he told me. “I was just going to say I’m wanting round two.”

He didn’t have to say that again! Because my pussy was still dripping with his cum but now my juices were joining it again, since I was still so horny for him and wanted to be stuffed by my stepdad… all day long!

I was certainly grateful for his big cock this Thanksgiving. And I was hoping he’d keep giving it to me forever.

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The end… for now.

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