My first day of college and already I dislike it. Why do I have to be stuck in this small town going to a community school instead of living my dreams in a college of Journalism? The sound of my heels clicking on the sidewalk drums into my brain, each step bringing me closer to my home, my only solace. My Step-Fathers Buick parked in the driveway.
Why can't my boyfriend be like my Step-Father? So strong in mind and will.. in soul and body. My head shakes slightly, shortish tendrils falling from the clip holding the tresses off of my neck. Pushing the key in the lock I sigh in relief as my eyes scope the familiar surroundings of my living room. Tossing my book bag on an end chair I walk to the kitchen, my father sitting and reading the paper as is his hobby in the afternoon.
"Hiya hon, how was school? Glad to be in the realm of the college mistresses?". His green eyes are so piercing.. my stomach turns somersaults as I gaze at him, my mind wandering for a moment as I wonder for the thousandth time how big his cock must be.. he is easily 6'3 and 200 lbs. God he is so sexy.. the dampness in my thighs a telltale sign of my secret lust for him. I grab the orange juice from the refrigerator and take my time pouring myself a glass, flexing my thighs together to try to stop the flow of my hot juices from my pussy. I want to sit beside him but surely I will have to touch him.
What is wrong with me? I must be stressed from school...my mind isn't in the right place. My body reminds me exactly where it wants to be as warmth spreads through my stomach, and I glance once more toward my stepfather. Oh my.. is he staring at my chest? His eyes nowhere near mine I let my own stray down to his pants.. a bulge in them does he want me too? At this point I don't care.. I have never been with a man before and all I know is that I want him to take me right here. My mother wont be home for another 3 hours at least, plenty of time for me to show him just how much I appreciate him.
"Dear? Something the matter?" clearing his throat as he roams his eyes over my body, reaching up to unbutton the collar of his shirt as he leans back in his chair, trying to hold the paper in front of his waist to hide his stiffening cock. Without uttering a word I move toward him, taking the paper out of his hands. He stares up into my eyes and I trace the tip of my tongue slowly across my lips. His hands reach up to cup the swell of my breasts, his thumbs stroking across my hardening nipples. I kneel down in front of him and unbuckle his belt, nuzzling my face for a moment into his stomach. God he smells so damn good.
My pussy is on fire as my teeth gently tug at the confinements of his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. I can see his cock straining against his boxer briefs, the thick vein along the underside throbbing as it pushes against the thin material. My hands move to his hips and he lifts them for me, I pull his briefs downward until they join his pants around his ankles. All of my senses are secondary save the one which wishes for his cock to be in my mouth. I lean forward and stroke my tongue just below his bellybutton, finding some of the soft hairs trailing his stomach and tugging on them with my teeth, swirling my tongue slowly downward. My fingernails slide up his thighs, working upward and inward.
Mmm his cock is huge. I tilt my head back so that I can stare him in the eyes, his face is flushed and he is perspiring slightly. His large hands move against my face, cupping my cheeks he strokes his thumbs gently behind my ears. I can feel his love for me in his gaze and my fingers encircle his cock. I stroke slowly from the base to the tip, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his thick mushroom head. How long I have waited for this taste! My tongue leaves my lips and flickers against his tip, kissing and swirling my tongue around it slowly.
I bathe his head in my hot saliva, it dripping out of my lips as I salivate more and more in my lust for him. He lifts his hips against the hot pressure of my mouth, his fingers finding my shoulders and kneading. His cock is pulsing hotly in my mouth as I slowly push my lips down, my tongue stroking back and forth against the underside of his cock. I hear him moan and tilt my head slightly so that I can fit more of his cock in my mouth. It is so thick it stretches my lips, pulling them taut as I apply more pressure around his cock. It is so long I think that it will never end...