The Stepdad and His Stepdaughter’s Hardcore Fuck
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when Terry, 42, plopped down on the living room couch with a cold beer in hand. His wife Janet was out running errands, leaving him alone with her daughter from a previous marriage, 19-year-old Cindy. Terry had been married to Janet for three years now, but he still had a hard time relating to Cindy, who remained aloof and standoffish around him.
Terry sipped his beer and flipped through channels on the TV, not really paying attention. His mind drifted to thoughts of sex, which it often did lately. Living with the sexy young Cindy was a daily temptation he struggled with. The girl was a total knockout – a busty blonde with an ass that wouldn’t quit. Terry had to admit, there were times he found himself staring at her tits and ass when he thought she wasn’t looking. He knew it was wrong, but he was only a man, after all.
Just then, Cindy sauntered into the living room in a tight white tank top and tiny cutoff jean shorts that showcased her long, tanned legs. “Hey Terry,” she said nonchalantly as she plopped down on the other end of the couch. Terry tried not to stare, but it was a losing battle. Her tank top was so thin he could see the outlines of her nipples. And the way her huge tits strained against the fabric made his cock twitch in his jeans.
“Hey Cindy,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady. “How was your day?”
She shrugged. “It was alright. Just hanging out with some friends, you know how it is.”
Terry nodded, taking another swig of beer. He couldn’t help noticing how Cindy’s tits jiggled as she shifted on the couch. Fuck, she was hot. He wondered what she was like in bed. Probably a wild little thing, judging by the way she dressed.
They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes, the only sound the droning of the TV. Then Cindy spoke up. “Hey Terry, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what is it?”
She bit her lip and looked at him from beneath long lashes. “Do you ever…think about fucking me?”
Terry nearly choked on his beer. “What? No, of course not. What kind of question is that?”
Cindy shrugged again. “I don’t know, I just thought maybe you did. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes.”
Terry opened his mouth to deny it, but then closed it again. There was no use pretending. “Okay, fine,” he admitted. “You’re a sexy young girl. I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it. But I’d never do anything about it. I’m married to your mom, for Christ’s sake.”
Cindy looked disappointed. “Oh. I guess I thought maybe you wanted me.” She stood up and stretched, her tank top riding up to expose her midriff.
Terry’s eyes were glued to her taut stomach and the hint of her pussy peeking out the top of her shorts. “Cindy, don’t…” he warned.
But she was already coming towards him, her intentions clear. “Screw it,” she said. “I want you to fuck me, Terry. I want you to shove that big dick in me and make me scream.”
Terry knew he should stop her, but he was too far gone. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, his mind clouded with lust. When Cindy straddled his lap and pressed her huge tits against his chest, he was a goner.
He grabbed her ass and kneaded it roughly as he ground his erection against her hot core. “You want this, you little slut?” he growled. “You want my cock in your tight cunt?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Cindy moaned, humping against him. “I want it so bad. Please fuck me!”
Terry reached for the button on her shorts and popped it open. “Take these off,” he ordered gruffly. “I want to see that pussy.”
Cindy shimmied out of her shorts and panties, revealing her smooth, bare mound. “Look how wet you made me,” she said, opening her legs to show him. “Doesn’t that turn you on, Daddy?”
Terry groaned at the sight of her puffy, glistening lips. He yanked her tank top down to expose her massive tits. “You’re fucking amazing,” he said reverently, cupping the heavy globes in his hands. “Gonna fuck this pussy so hard…”
He guided her over his straining dick and watched in bliss as the head popped through her wet folds and sank into her hot center. “Oh fuck, Cindy,” he gasped. “So fucking tight!”
Cindy threw her head back and moaned as she sank down on him, taking more and more of his thick shaft. “Mmmm Daddy, you’re so big,” she panted. “I can feel you in my stomach!”
Terry gripped her hips and started to bounce her on his cock, slamming her down as he thrust up. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, along with Cindy’s high, breathy moans. “Take it, you little cock slut,” Terry grunted, hammering away at her sopping cunt. “Gonna fill this pussy up…”
Cindy rode him hard, her huge tits bouncing in his face. “Yes Daddy, fuck me harder,” she begged. “I wanna feel you cum in me. Cum in my pussy!”
Terry obliged, pounding into her with furious strokes. His heavy balls slapped against her ass as he drilled her, grunting and sweating. The girl was insatiable, meeting every pump of his hips with the downward slap of her ass.
He could feel his orgasm building, his cock pulsing and twitching inside her. “Gonna…fucking…cum,” he gritted out, his pace getting sloppy.
“Do it Daddy,” Cindy gasped, her pussy clenching around him. “Cum in me, fill me up…”
With a final, brutal slam, Terry buried his cock to the hilt and exploded, painting Cindy’s insides with his thick seed. “Fuuuuck!” he roared, emptying himself in long, shuddering spurts.
Cindy came with him, wailing her pleasure as her pussy rippled and squeezed his cock, milking out every last drop. They collapsed against each other, panting and twitching through the aftershocks.
Finally, Terry softened and slipped out of her with a wet sound. Cindy shakily got off his lap, his cum leaking down her thighs.
They sat there in dazed, post-orgasmic bliss for a few moments, not speaking. Then Terry sighed. “Jesus Cindy. We can never do that again, you know.”
Cindy just grinned at him, her eyes naughty. “We’ll see about that, Daddy.”
And then she sauntered out of the room, leaving Terry to wonder what the hell he’d just gotten himself into…