I'm Lara. I'm a medical student. I lived with my mother and my stepfather, Mike since he moved in with us. My dad left when I was very little.
Mother is Swedish, tall and blonde and pale, and Mike is from Ghana, tall and handsome with skin like mahogany. I used to have a bit of a crush on him actually.
My mother works shifts as she's a surgeon. But Mike was always home. We'd often watch a film together and have pizza. Sometimes he had a friend round, a great big buy called Nick who'd bring a DVD but I'd go to bed early, since he said they were bloke films about fishing. They must have been catching big fish -- I could always hear a lot of grunting and groaning through my bedroom floor.
When I was eighteen one of the boys in my class kissed me in a storeroom and he managed to get his hand down my shirt and played with my nipple. I fought and struggled because he was a boy I didn't like, and I told him if he touched me again I'd report him, but I secretly loved those fingers on my nipple. I started to dream about it, and that made me ashamed. I wanted a man to suck my teat. Any man. Sometimes I fell asleep playing with myself, and I discovered it was much more intense if I put little bulldog clips on my teats. I felt bad about it, but I still did it.
One night I had fallen asleep, naked on top of my covers after teasing my clit, but I hadn't been able to cum. And I had a dream. In the dream Mike was feeling my teats, hard and rough, kneading and playing with me like a little slave girl, and I woke with a start. I must have been making a noise because Mike came in to check on me.
My face was scarlet as he saw the tit clamps. I was so embarrassed, but he took them off gently, told me it was fine. I couldn't tell him about my dream, so I told him my poor tits were aching after a boy at school had tweaked one. I cried. I almost believed my own story.
My Mum was asleep and I really didn't want her to know. Mike hugged me and told me it would be fine. He stroked my pert little tits, gently and kindly, and I sighed and moaned and told him I loved it. He told me tomorrow when Mummy was at work he might be able to show me how to make them better. He had a special way with tits, special massage cream.
The next day my tits ached for more of the same, and as soon as my Mum went out for her shift I asked him if he had the cream. He handed me a pot and told me to rub it in well, but I said I really needed him to do it. I could see a strange look on his face when he told me he really shouldn't but since it was only for my tits... And he rubbed the cream in for me, stroking and kneading my breasts, playing with them beautifully for me again, playing with my soft nipples till they were hard, and I felt my clit starting to swell like a giant plum. I shuddered and shivered and hoped he wouldn't notice me cumming and he kept tweaking and pulling oh so gently till I fell asleep.
After that I always slept with him when mother was out. Sometimes when my tits really ached he suckled on them for me. I still remember the first time me licked one, gently, then as I moaned he put his mouth around the teat and the nipple, and sucked them in against his palate, and started to feast on me like a hungry animal, rhythmical and firm and strong and rough, his great mouth swallowing me, his hands stroking and pleasing, and he would suckle and rub and pleasure me till I came. One time I came really loudly, moaning and shuddering as he chewed and tweaked me and gobbled and pulled my teats -- after that there was no point pretending I hadn't any more. Anyway, he seemed to like it. It was gorgeous, as I have beautiful pert round teats and he started telling me, whispering, 'love your hot little jugs,' as he played me.
It was our secret. I always thought it was okay, Mike sucking my tits. It seemed harmless enough. He never did anything else and I wanted it SO MUCH. If I couldn't sleep he used to suckle on my tits for hours, he did it so much that I started to make milk and he would drink it, feeding pumping on them till it was all gone. I saved it up for him. It was our secret. He was my tit sucker and I was his little girl.
I thought of it as the perfect stepdaughter stepfather relationship. I kind of felt motherly, even though it was SO HOT.
That's until the time he tried to get me to stroke his cock. He was suckling one hot little tit and kneading and tweaking the other, and I was moaning his name, when he said, 'it's time to play with my cock, horny baby..., time to feel my fat dick with your hands....'
I was shocked. I felt it briefly - fat and long and hot, against my leg, and I was horrified. He was my stepfather after all.
I told him he was a disgusting old man. I told him I'd tell my mother. I told him I'd touch his cock in his wildest dreams, not for a thousand pounds, and he called me a prick-tease and a whore. He ordered me from his bed and his house. I moved out the next day. I told him he was a dirty bastard and he was lucky I didn't tell the police. He called me a stuck-up prick-teasing bitch.
I lived with my grandma for the last couple of weeks before Uni. I missed Mike's tit-sucking terribly. I persuaded one of my grandfather's friends, a man called Frank, to suckle my teats when they came to visit. He took his teeth out, which was gorgeous (any old men out there without teeth, please let me know if you're interested, I would so love you to suck my teats) and he got so excited so fast I was afraid he might have a heart attack. The trouble was he also seemed to feel I ought to suck his dick, the dirty bastards, so after Frank had sucked me so well that I came like a whore and then asked me to service his cock I told him no way. Honestly, men, you'd think tit sucking was a chore for them. They're so selfish.
Anyhow, then I moved out to go to Uni. Medical school, actually. I was away from home at last. That's when I met Danni, my room-mate. We fast became friends. People used to think we were twins as we're both blonde, with long wavy hair, we're both slim, and people say we're both good to look at. I can't speak for myself, but Danni is beautiful. She also had beautiful tits, big and round and bouncy, with plump soft nipples and really long juicy-looking teats. I secretly wanted to touch them, to suckle on them the way Mike used to suckle on me. But I was worried she might not like it.
We went everywhere together, Danni and I. Lots of boys fancied us and once or twice I let a particularly horny one have a go on my tits, but they always wanted more. One night I'd had Carl back at our flat and he was leaving with a face like thunder, seeming to think that just because I had a really loud orgasm when he'd sucked my tits he had some sort of right to rub them with his cock. I was crying on my bed when she found me.
She came in, the light from the doorway illuminating her blonde hair and showing her slim pale body through her see-through nightie. She looked like an angel.
