His hand moved from the back of my head and down to my neck and shoulders. His fingers gripped the straps of my dress and he pulled them down, revealing my big tits at the same time. He broke away from the kiss and looked down at my bountiful breasts. “They're perfect,” he whispered in amazement. Both of his hands felt them up, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. I quietly moaned. I'd never been touched by a man before.
My stepdad took my hand and slowly placed it on his raging boner. “I'm sorry, I don't know what to do,” I confessed.
“Don't worry, I'll show you.” He guided my hand up and down his shaft. As I stroked him, I could could feel it throbbing within my grasp. My stepdad was receiving a lot of pleasure from it which in turn was turning me on even more. I could feel a wetness between my legs that was growing.
He kissed me again which drove me crazy. I wanted him so badly. I was a little afraid that it would hurt but I didn't care. There was a void and it needed to be filled. My stepdad's hand traced up my thigh and under my dress. It tickled at first until he hit my fleshly wetness. I had touched myself before but this was entirely different. I didn't know what he was going to do next.
My step stepdad pulled his hand away. “You're ready,” he announced.
“Oh, I want you!” He helped me pull off my dress and then he gently laid me down on the bed. He got on top of me and then spread my legs with his knees. His large penis looked like a spear ready to pierce me.
The tip of his manliness teased me as it rubbed me all over. I just wanted him inside me. My stepdad buried his face in my tits, running his tongue over every inch of them. He bit down on my nipples and I cried out in pain. Then with one big thrust, he penetrated me with all his meat. My cries of pain quickly turned into moans of pleasure.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he said, pushing his way deeper and deeper.
“Oh, you're so big.” I could barely contain him inside me. I wrapped my hands around his back as he went in and out of me. His thrusts became harder and faster. The headboard pounded against the wall. My nails dug into his back as the pleasure increased. I'd never felt something so good in my whole life.
“I'm so close!” I moaned at the top of my lungs. My womanhood was being brutally pummeled and the pain and pleasure was mixing into a deadly cocktail. My climax hit me like a freight train and I screamed, “UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” This was one thousand times better than anything I could ever do to myself. My whole body convulsed and my pussy quivered.
“I'm going to put my seed inside you!” my stepdad yelled. I felt him burst inside me. It was the craziest feeling ever. It was like a fire hose was turned on and blasting off inside me. My own orgasm was going full steam and it had no signs of stopping. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and gallons of his seed were pumped deep inside me.
Then as quick as it came, it was over. My body relaxed and my stepdad pulled out of me. I could feel sticky seed running out of me and drying on my thighs.
“Oh, that was so amazing!” I exclaimed. I didn't want it to be over. There was an emptiness that only he could fill.
“Congratulations! You've completed the ritual. You will now hopefully be with child,” he said, completely out of breath. “You are fully a woman now. You may go out into the world and find a mate of your own.”
“What happens if I do not become with child? Will I get in trouble?”
“Of course not,” he smiled. “We'll just have to do it again.” Oh how I wished we could. That was the most remarkable thing I'd ever done. I wanted to do it all day, everyday.
My mom entered the room and pulled the sheets back. I quickly covered my naked body up. She looked down to see a red stain on the bed. Her eyes stared right at me and smiled. “Good girl,” she said, kissing me on the forehead.
“I want more mommy,” I begged.
She looked back at me and grinned. “Maybe we could so something with all three of us.”
Stuffed Hard
Being a nerdy girl didn't help much in the romance department. I'd always been shy and introverted, preferring to read books rather than go out with my friends. There was just something about crawling up with a good romance story on a rainy day and delving into the characters. My mom always told me that they were unhealthy for someone in high school. She said I needed to put myself out there. I agreed, I needed a change; I had to find “Mr. Right”...
“Hey Sophia,” Megan said, running down the hallway, carrying a load of books.
“Hi,” I replied, closing my locker door. “How was Mrs. Gringish's class?”