Insatiable Stepdaughter(10)

“Oh, God, Bill, UGGHHHH!” I grunt as I cum. A huge orgasm shoots through me. I whimper as another orgasm rips through me.

“Uh!… Uh!… UGGHHH!” Bill grunts loudly as he cums inside me again.

We are both sweaty and panting as he holds me tight.

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I ask weakly.

“Of course,” he says with a laugh, still out of breath. He pulls out of me, then scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the head of the bed. He lays me down under the covers and crawls in with me. He gathers me in his arms and holds me close. I put one leg over his legs as we face each other. I rest my hand on his chest, close my eyes, and fall asleep.





The next day my boyfriend Blake comes over. He is tall and handsome, with dark hair. He’s in college. Bill has gone to the college where he works as a professor, to grade papers or something. He likes to leave me alone with Blake to see if we can still make it work. Even though I’m sure I don’t want Blake.

As usual Blake and I have gone up to my bedroom. That’s what we do whenever we have the house to ourselves. I am too lazy to teach Blake any new sexual positions today, so I am letting him fuck me in our usual missionary position on the bed. I can feel his cock moving in and out of me, and that should be sexy, but today it’s not doing it for me.

Blake is panting and thrusting hard, totally into it. I am wet and slippery. I’m turned on, but I don’t know if I can orgasm with him anymore. Though, I suddenly realize how I can. I close my eyes and pretend he’s Bill. Suddenly what we are doing seems incredibly hot.

“Oh, God, yes…” I say as Blake fucks me. I grip his back in my hands. I run my hands down his back to grab his butt cheeks. I start shoving him deeper into me. I imagine Bill shoving his cock deep into me. I start to pant and moan.

“Oh, Erica…” Blake says. It pulls me out of my fantasy a little bit. But then he just keeps grunting and groaning and I can pretend it’s my stepdad instead of him. I feel the pleasure build up again. I moan. An orgasm starts to rush up to a climax and I arch my back as Blake pounds harder into me.

“Yes!” I yell. “Oh, God! Oh, Bill! UGGHHHH!” I cum hard as an orgasm rips through my body, clenching my pussy with pleasure, and spreading ecstasy all through me.

Blake grunts loudly and shoots cum into my pussy. He is out of breath as he stops thrusting. I can feel him looking at me. I open my eyes, still panting.

“Bill?” Blake asks angrily. “Who’s Bill?”

Crap. I realize I just shouted Bill’s name. Thank God Blake hasn’t realized I meant my stepdad.

“Is there another guy?” Blake asks as he climbs off of me and stands up.

“No… no…” I say, thinking. “It’s just… a character on a TV show. I’m sorry. Just someone I have a crush on. I can’t believe I said that out loud. I’m so embarrassed.” I sit up and put my face in my hands. I really don’t want anyone finding out about me and Bill. I know what a taboo that is. I peek through my fingers at Blake. He looks confused.

“Are you sure that’s all it is?” he asks seriously. “’Cause if you’re cheating on me with some other dude…”

“I’m not,” I say quickly. “It’s just the TV star thing. Sorry.” I stand up to hug him. I lean up to kiss him and he lets me.

“Okay,” he says. “I should go.”

“Okay,” I say. I watch him gather up his clothes soberly and put them on. I get dressed too.

Then he kisses me on the lips quickly. “I’ll see you later maybe,” he says.

“Okay,” I say as I watch him leave. I hear him go down the stairs and out the door. I breathe a sigh of relief when he is gone.





Blake had said we might see each other later, but he called a little while ago and said he’s visiting one of his friends who’s in town for the weekend. So, it’s Saturday night and I’m alone.

Bill has really stayed away a long time today. It’s almost 9 o’clock. I made myself a microwave meal for dinner earlier. Now I’m watching TV in jeans and a tank top. Suddenly the front door opens and Bill steps inside the house quietly.

“How did things go with Blake today?” Bill asks. He sounds a little too falsely cheerful.

“Bad,” I say, staring at the TV, flipping through channels. “I accidentally called out your name in bed with him.” I look over at Bill. His eyes are wide.

“And what happened after that?” he asks cautiously.

“I told him I had a crush on a TV star and was calling out his name accidentally. He sort of bought it. He thinks there’s another guy. I don’t think he knows it’s you.”