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DADDY’S COCK HITS THE SPOT (1)

CONTENT: Seduction, bigger cock, Stepdad, orgasm, pussy fucking, hardcore. 

CHAPTER 1

Christy rolled her eyes as the boy on top of her struggled to figure out what to do next. Her legs were opened wide beneath him, but he just couldn’t seem to make things work. She reached down and moved his cock until it was just in front of her pussy.

“Now, just slide it in!” she said with a frustrated sigh.

For all the wonderful things she heard about sex, so far, her experience with it had been less than stellar. At first, she had thought it was her lack of practice, but that problem had an easy solution.

 She had been ready and willing with quite a few of the guys from school but so far every sexual encounter had gone about as well as this one.

“Oh Christy,” he moaned loudly snapping her out of her musings. “That was great.” “Really?” she asked, looking up at the stupid grin on his face. “Really, Jason? That was it?”

His proud grin changed to an embarrassed wince as he looked down at her. “I can try again,” he offered sheepishly. She looked up at him, and considered. On the one hand, she was still aroused but on the other she even more annoyed. She wanted more but she was getting tired of just playing around with young guys that didn’t know what they were doing.

Before she could answer, the front door slammed shut and the sound echoed through her hall to her room. Jason started to speak, but she cut him off.

“Quiet” she whispered sharply. She froze as listened to the heavy footsteps as they marched up the stairs. Instantly she was filled with a sense of panic.

“You have to get dressed -- NOW,” she whispered to Jason.

Taking her own advice, she slipped out of bed and grabbed for her panties, pulling them on quickly. “That’s probably my stepdad,” she added softly, “He’s home early and he’s going to be furious if he finds you here.”

Jason started pulling on his pants as the footsteps got closer. Christy knew what was going to happen next. Her closet was full of clothes and there wasn’t room under her bed, so as soon as her stepfather opened the door, she was going to be caught. The worst part was that this wasn’t the first time he had caught her with a boy in her room. The last time he had been so furious that

he had taken her car away for a month and that was back before he had started being such a grouch. Now, with the mood he was in, she would probably lose her car for good. Not that she blamed him. Even though he was only her stepdad, she knew he was a good guy. It was her mom that usually caused the trouble and this relationship wasn’t an exception. 

Her mom had a long history of cheating and Christy had hoped that this time she would stay faithful. Her stepfather was the best guy her mom had ever found.

 He was kind and gentle with a body that kept Christy’s mind spinning late at night.

But of course, her mom didn’t appreciate any of it. A couple months ago her mom had cheated on him and he tried to throw her out. Unfortunately for him, Christy’s mom had been divorced enough times to know that she didn’t have to leave.

 The awkward part was that her stepfather refused to move too, since he had bought the house years before he had even met her mother. So now, Christy was caught in the middle, her mom and stepdad not speaking yet living together. 

Sometimes her mom would bring guys back the house, other times she would just come home long after midnight and last night she hadn’t come home at all.

Christy felt bad for him, but she knew it was going to translate into trouble for her. He was going to be in a rotten mood and catching her half-naked with a boy wasn’t going to make things any better.

She grabbed a thin pink tank top that hung over her chair and pulled it over her head, wishing she had more than just a light little top nearby. As it was, she barely got it on just before the door flew open.

Her stepfather stood there, the most serious expression she had ever seen on his face as he looked at the shirtless, shoeless boy standing in her room and her in nothing more than a small thong and a nearly sheer tank top.

He turned away from Christy and focused his full attention on Jason. “Get out,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious.

Without speaking, Jason grabbed for his shoes and shirt and dashed out of the room, sliding past her stepfather cautiously as he left. She shook her head, realizing that he had just left without saying a word or trying to defend her.