Katherine Riveros My stepfather
Look, this is something I don't dare to tell even my best friend, but here, between us, I let you know everything. I'm 30 years old, I'm already a full-fledged woman, but there's a heat that has been burning inside me for months and doesn't leave me in peace. His name is Miguel, and he is my stepfather.
My mom married him when I was about 15 years old. At that time he was just the serious guy who came home, a tall, dark man, with that look that pierces you. I, in my adolescence, didn't even give a damn. But now... Now I see things with different eyes. Or rather, with my body awake in a way that drives me crazy.
Miguel is 52 years old, but I swear he's better off than many twenty-somethings. He works in construction, and it shows. He has arms that are marked under his shirt, a wide chest, and that back that looks like a wall. But what really makes me tarumba is his ass. Oh, for God's sake. She has round, firm shorts, which looks brutal on those blue jeans that she always wears on weekends. Every time he bends down to fix something or turns around, I stare at it, my mouth dry and my seed throbbing.
And it's not just the ass. It's all him. The way he laughs, that deep tone of voice that seems like a caress, and even how he stands in front of the refrigerator to get a beer, with that naturalness that makes me imagine him in other poses. I know that it is wrong, that he is my stepfather, that my mother is in the middle... but the desire is stronger than me. It goes through my head all the time: what will his cock be like? It must be big, like him. Brunette, thick, with marked veins. I imagine it hard, throbbing, and it makes me want to kneel down and taste it, to feel its weight on my tongue.
The situation became more intense a month ago. My mom went on a trip to visit my grandmother for two weeks. We were left alone in the house, him and I. The first days it was normal, even uncomfortable. We greeted each other, ate each one on our own, and locked ourselves in our rooms. But on Friday, tension exploded.
He was in the garden, pruning some bushes, shirtless. The sun shone on his back, sliding down those muscles that tensed with each movement. I looked out the kitchen window and couldn't take my eyes off. He was sweating, and the drops ran down his spine until they were lost in the edge of his pants. I got a lump in my throat.
I decided to bring them a glass of water. I came out with my hands shaking. "Miguel, here, " I said, and my voice sounded hoarse, strange.
He straightened up, picked up the glass, and looked at me. Her eyes are brown, dark, and at that moment they seemed to see everything. "Thank you, Katherine Riveros, " he said, and took a long drink. I was still there, paralyzed, watching her throat move. "Do you need anything else?" he asked, and there was something in his tone... curious? Challenge?
"No, nothing, " I muttered, and turned to go inside. But on the first step of the entrance, I slipped. It wasn't anything serious, just a stumble, but he was there in a second. His hands grabbed my waist to support me. His fingers were large, hot, and dug into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.
"Be careful, " he said, and his breath brushed the back of my neck. I felt him stuck to me, his whole body against my back. And there, against my buttocks, I felt something hard, something that could not be anything other than his cock, already erect, pressing on me.
The air was cut off. We both stood still, in that electrical contact that said more than a thousand words could. My heart beat like a war drum. I wanted to turn around and kiss him, grab that cock he felt against me and ask him to give me everything. But fear paralyzed me.
It was he who parted first, with a dry cough. "Well, be more careful, " he said, and went back to the garden as if nothing had happened. But I watched as he adjusted his pants before bending down again. He had noticed. He had felt it.
That night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his hands on my waist, I felt the warmth of his body, the hard lump against me. I put my hand under my thong and found myself soaked. I touched myself thinking about him, about what it would be like if he really grabbed me like that, that he pushed me against the wall and made me his. I came quickly, shouting his name in a stifled sigh.
The next day, things changed. The silence between us was no longer uncomfortable, it was burdened. A thick energy that filled every corner of the house. He looked at me more, his eyes swept over my body when I thought I didn't notice. I, for my part, began to dress differently. Shorter dresses, braless tops, and always no thong. I wanted him to notice it, to know what he was causing.
The straw that broke the camel's back was last night. My mom called by video call, and the three of us talked for a while. After hanging up, we stayed on the couch, watching a movie. I was at one extreme, he was at the other. But little by little, as if moved by a magnet, we got closer. First our legs brushed against each other. Then my foot fiddled with his. He did not turn away.
The film was background noise. The only real thing was the warmth between us. Suddenly, he rested his arm on the back of the couch, just behind my shoulders. He didn't touch me, but I felt his presence enveloping me.
"Katherine Riveros, " he said, and his voice was a deep purr that ran down my spine.
"Yes, Miguel?" My words came out in a breath.
"This... what's going on. It can't keep happening."
"And why not?" I dared to say, turning my head to look him in the eye. The challenge was there, shining in my eyes.
He didn't answer with words. In one swift move, he closed the distance between us and kissed me. It was a wild, urgent kiss, filled with all the years of silence and repressed desire. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I responded with the same voracity, tangling my fingers in his short hair.
His hands went down to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric, and my nipples instantly became hard. "Not here, " he gasped between kisses. "My room."
He lifted me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing and crossed the hallway to his room. The door slammed shut. He threw me on the bed he shares with my mother and climbed on top of me, unbuttoning the buttons of my dress with clumsy hands in urgency.
When I was naked, he stopped to look at me. His eyes were burning. "You're so beautiful, " she murmured, and lowered her head to my breasts. He put a nipple in his mouth and sucked it with a force that made me arch my back and moan. His other hand went down to my crotch, finding my soaked seed. "Shit, you're dripping, " he growled, and put two fingers in me at once.
I moaned, moving my hips against his hand. "I want your cock, Miguel. Please."
He got up and undressed in front of me. And there it was. My stepfather, completely naked. And his cock... My God. It was exactly as I had imagined it, but better. Large, thick, with a very pink and dripping head. Brunette like him, with her veins marked, and pointed at me like a gun ready to fire.
He put a condom off the bedside table (some sanity, at least) and placed it between my legs. But I put a hand on his chest. "No, " I said, panting. "I want to be behind."
He looked at me, surprised. "Are you sure?"
"It's what I want the most, " I confessed, and turned around, getting on all fours, offering him my ass in the air.
I heard his gasping, and then I felt his hands on my buttocks, opening them. The tip of his cock sought my other hole, the one I had never used so intensely with anyone. "It's very tight, " she said, but her voice trembled with excitement.
"Use my juice, " I begged, and he complied, smearing his cock with my own wetness before positioning himself again.
The pressure was incredible. A ring of fire that expanded millimeter by millimeter as he entered. I screamed, but not in pain, from a mixture of ecstasy and shock. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me all the way in, filling me completely.
"Damn, Katherine Riveros, how tight you are, " he growled, and began to move.
And so it was. My stepfather fucked me in the ass, in the bed he shares with my mother, and it was the best fuck of my life. Each thrust was deep, brutal, filling me in a way I never felt. I moaned like crazy, pushing my ass against him, asking for more.
"Do you like me fucking your ass, stepdaughter?" he asked, with a dirty tone that electrified me.
"Yes, daddy, yes! Give me harder!"
He picked up the pace, and the sound of his balls hitting my pussy mixed with our moans. I was on another planet, flying, feeling how my body gave itself over to a forbidden and delicious pleasure.
"I'm going to run, " he warned, his voice hoarse.
"Inside, daddy. I want to feel your milk."
"This is a mess, " he said at the end, but his hand caressed my back.
"A delicious mess, " I replied, and smiled in the darkness.
Now, as I write this, he's in the garden again. And I, from my window, look at him, knowing that tonight, when my mom calls again, we'll both have another secret to keep. And I, to be honest, am already counting the hours until it gets dark and I can have his cock inside me again, in the place where I like it the most.
Look, this is something I don't dare to tell even my best friend, but here, between us, I let you know everything. I'm 30 years old, I'm already a full-fledged woman, but there's a heat that has been burning inside me for months and doesn't leave me in peace. His name is Miguel, and he is my stepfather.
My mom married him when I was about 15 years old. At that time he was just the serious guy who came home, a tall, dark man, with that look that pierces you. I, in my adolescence, didn't even give a damn. But now... Now I see things with different eyes. Or rather, with my body awake in a way that drives me crazy.
Miguel is 52 years old, but I swear he's better off than many twenty-somethings. He works in construction, and it shows. He has arms that are marked under his shirt, a wide chest, and that back that looks like a wall. But what really makes me tarumba is his ass. Oh, for God's sake. She has round, firm shorts, which looks brutal on those blue jeans that she always wears on weekends. Every time he bends down to fix something or turns around, I stare at it, my mouth dry and my seed throbbing.
And it's not just the ass. It's all him. The way he laughs, that deep tone of voice that seems like a caress, and even how he stands in front of the refrigerator to get a beer, with that naturalness that makes me imagine him in other poses. I know that it is wrong, that he is my stepfather, that my mother is in the middle... but the desire is stronger than me. It goes through my head all the time: what will his cock be like? It must be big, like him. Brunette, thick, with marked veins. I imagine it hard, throbbing, and it makes me want to kneel down and taste it, to feel its weight on my tongue.
The situation became more intense a month ago. My mom went on a trip to visit my grandmother for two weeks. We were left alone in the house, him and I. The first days it was normal, even uncomfortable. We greeted each other, ate each one on our own, and locked ourselves in our rooms. But on Friday, tension exploded.
He was in the garden, pruning some bushes, shirtless. The sun shone on his back, sliding down those muscles that tensed with each movement. I looked out the kitchen window and couldn't take my eyes off. He was sweating, and the drops ran down his spine until they were lost in the edge of his pants. I got a lump in my throat.
I decided to bring them a glass of water. I came out with my hands shaking. "Miguel, here, " I said, and my voice sounded hoarse, strange.
He straightened up, picked up the glass, and looked at me. Her eyes are brown, dark, and at that moment they seemed to see everything. "Thank you, Katherine Riveros, " he said, and took a long drink. I was still there, paralyzed, watching her throat move. "Do you need anything else?" he asked, and there was something in his tone... curious? Challenge?
"No, nothing, " I muttered, and turned to go inside. But on the first step of the entrance, I slipped. It wasn't anything serious, just a stumble, but he was there in a second. His hands grabbed my waist to support me. His fingers were large, hot, and dug into my skin through the thin fabric of my dress.
"Be careful, " he said, and his breath brushed the back of my neck. I felt him stuck to me, his whole body against my back. And there, against my buttocks, I felt something hard, something that could not be anything other than his cock, already erect, pressing on me.
The air was cut off. We both stood still, in that electrical contact that said more than a thousand words could. My heart beat like a war drum. I wanted to turn around and kiss him, grab that cock he felt against me and ask him to give me everything. But fear paralyzed me.
It was he who parted first, with a dry cough. "Well, be more careful, " he said, and went back to the garden as if nothing had happened. But I watched as he adjusted his pants before bending down again. He had noticed. He had felt it.
That night I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his hands on my waist, I felt the warmth of his body, the hard lump against me. I put my hand under my thong and found myself soaked. I touched myself thinking about him, about what it would be like if he really grabbed me like that, that he pushed me against the wall and made me his. I came quickly, shouting his name in a stifled sigh.
The next day, things changed. The silence between us was no longer uncomfortable, it was burdened. A thick energy that filled every corner of the house. He looked at me more, his eyes swept over my body when I thought I didn't notice. I, for my part, began to dress differently. Shorter dresses, braless tops, and always no thong. I wanted him to notice it, to know what he was causing.
The straw that broke the camel's back was last night. My mom called by video call, and the three of us talked for a while. After hanging up, we stayed on the couch, watching a movie. I was at one extreme, he was at the other. But little by little, as if moved by a magnet, we got closer. First our legs brushed against each other. Then my foot fiddled with his. He did not turn away.
The film was background noise. The only real thing was the warmth between us. Suddenly, he rested his arm on the back of the couch, just behind my shoulders. He didn't touch me, but I felt his presence enveloping me.
"Katherine Riveros, " he said, and his voice was a deep purr that ran down my spine.
"Yes, Miguel?" My words came out in a breath.
"This... what's going on. It can't keep happening."
"And why not?" I dared to say, turning my head to look him in the eye. The challenge was there, shining in my eyes.
He didn't answer with words. In one swift move, he closed the distance between us and kissed me. It was a wild, urgent kiss, filled with all the years of silence and repressed desire. His tongue invaded my mouth, and I responded with the same voracity, tangling my fingers in his short hair.
His hands went down to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric, and my nipples instantly became hard. "Not here, " he gasped between kisses. "My room."
He lifted me up in his arms as if I weighed nothing and crossed the hallway to his room. The door slammed shut. He threw me on the bed he shares with my mother and climbed on top of me, unbuttoning the buttons of my dress with clumsy hands in urgency.
When I was naked, he stopped to look at me. His eyes were burning. "You're so beautiful, " she murmured, and lowered her head to my breasts. He put a nipple in his mouth and sucked it with a force that made me arch my back and moan. His other hand went down to my crotch, finding my soaked seed. "Shit, you're dripping, " he growled, and put two fingers in me at once.
I moaned, moving my hips against his hand. "I want your cock, Miguel. Please."
He got up and undressed in front of me. And there it was. My stepfather, completely naked. And his cock... My God. It was exactly as I had imagined it, but better. Large, thick, with a very pink and dripping head. Brunette like him, with her veins marked, and pointed at me like a gun ready to fire.
He put a condom off the bedside table (some sanity, at least) and placed it between my legs. But I put a hand on his chest. "No, " I said, panting. "I want to be behind."
He looked at me, surprised. "Are you sure?"
"It's what I want the most, " I confessed, and turned around, getting on all fours, offering him my ass in the air.
I heard his gasping, and then I felt his hands on my buttocks, opening them. The tip of his cock sought my other hole, the one I had never used so intensely with anyone. "It's very tight, " she said, but her voice trembled with excitement.
"Use my juice, " I begged, and he complied, smearing his cock with my own wetness before positioning himself again.
The pressure was incredible. A ring of fire that expanded millimeter by millimeter as he entered. I screamed, but not in pain, from a mixture of ecstasy and shock. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me all the way in, filling me completely.
"Damn, Katherine Riveros, how tight you are, " he growled, and began to move.
And so it was. My stepfather fucked me in the ass, in the bed he shares with my mother, and it was the best fuck of my life. Each thrust was deep, brutal, filling me in a way I never felt. I moaned like crazy, pushing my ass against him, asking for more.
"Do you like me fucking your ass, stepdaughter?" he asked, with a dirty tone that electrified me.
"Yes, daddy, yes! Give me harder!"
He picked up the pace, and the sound of his balls hitting my pussy mixed with our moans. I was on another planet, flying, feeling how my body gave itself over to a forbidden and delicious pleasure.
"I'm going to run, " he warned, his voice hoarse.
"Inside, daddy. I want to feel your milk."
"This is a mess, " he said at the end, but his hand caressed my back.
"A delicious mess, " I replied, and smiled in the darkness.
Now, as I write this, he's in the garden again. And I, from my window, look at him, knowing that tonight, when my mom calls again, we'll both have another secret to keep. And I, to be honest, am already counting the hours until it gets dark and I can have his cock inside me again, in the place where I like it the most.
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