Step-Daddy’s Little Girl (Part II)

Cumming Home

I always lock the door of my room when I sleep. But that night from the party, my mind was still floating with Eddy, his mysterious ways that seemed so new to me, drawing me more to him, letting him linger in my head, that I recklessly forgot to lock my door.

There I was sleeping, a pillow in between my arms and legs, my back facing the door, and half naked. I lost track of time when I dreamed that step-dad was in my room. He went in discreetly, picked up my clothes from the floor and looked at them; investigating. He then placed them on the chair next to my bed walked towards my lamp, turned the lights out and closed the door.

Half asleep I dreamt he was standing next to my bed, looking at my back, eyes rolling from my hair down to my toes, as I heard him unzip his trousers. A slight clink buzzed in the room as his metal belt hit the wooden floor. I was not scared but I was uneasy. I pretended to move involuntarily and got the blanket I am lying on to cover my naked back.

I heard a slight moan and smelled an echoing lull of liquor, more intoxicating than beer. I crossed my legs under the blanket and squeezed my pussy tight for a second or two then let go, and tightened it once more and released again. I repeated this until I heard myself breathing deep each time. I was perspiring as I felt the fire build up in me. I hear the moan once again, this time making me almost reach my ecstasy. I bit my lip preventing myself from moaning back as mixtures of flashbacks come to my mind. I see Eddy masturbating in front of me, I see my step dad doing the same behind me, I see myself fingering in front of Lloyd, and the stranger looking at Kevin and me in the movie house. I see the strangers I met in the subway, in the bus all making me cum in a discreet but exhilarating way. Then I exploded! My juices oozed out of my panties wetting my inner legs. I catch my breath, carefully controlling my panting, closing my eyes tight and pretending to sleep.

I woke up in the morning light beaming to my face. I felt cold beneath my blanket and as I looked in, I was shocked to see that my bra is missing. Although I was wearing my panties, it still made my heart race with the thought of what happened last night. Was it all a dream? Was he really in my room? Did I really do what I did? Or worse, did we do more than what I remember? I only had one thing sure though, Eddy. Yes, Eddy…

I took a long shower thinking of all the things that happened the night before, striving, forcing myself to remember every detail as possible. I scrubbed my body so long and hard to make sure all the scent goes away. But I can still smell Eddy’s cum lingering in the bathroom. Or was it only his cum that I smell? The thought gave me the shivers.

At breakfast I didn’t saw my step-dad on his favorite chair. He was not even in the kitchen. According to Mom, he was up all night looking for me that he ended up drinking with his friends. Mom was so furious with me for sneaking up on them, especially her. The moment I heard her say that, my heart pounded. I feel I betrayed my mom. Not by sneaking to a party, but thinking of her husband masturbating behind me. But I didn’t want that! But then again, I didn’t make him stop, to the point of gratifying myself as well. I was debating in my head that I even do not know if it was true or not.

I barely touched my food as I lost appetite. I was hearing my mom speaking, but the words didn’t get to me. I saw her lips move but I didn’t understand what she was saying. I felt that I would faint. I felt dizzy and all cold inside. I was in the brink of blacking out when a cup of coffee was placed in front of me. It was him! He gave me coffee and whispered that we both should promise Mom not to do that again.

I was all pale. Do what? Did we do something? Together? And what did Mom knew? What was he talking about? Think Daisy! Think!

A knock woke me out of my senses. I was still in the shower, staring blankly to the wall as cold water slide down my body. It was Mom knocking on the door. She said she will go to work now and Dad will come along. She said she will talk to me tonight, so I better not go to any party again. She knocked on my bathroom door again. Daisy! Are you hearing me?

Yes Mom. I won’t go anywhere tonight.

Then she left. And I heard the car drive away.

After the shower, I went back to sleep. I need to sleep this all off.

Step-Daddy’s Little Girl (Part I)

Meeting Eddy

Growing up catching my step dad masturbate almost everyday made me long to run away. I found it so gross that I barely even talk to him, or look at him. When I reached college, a new world opened its doors, but I was reluctant to step out. I grew up thinking that even being a freshman college was still too young to support oneself. And maybe I was just scared. Scared, not by him, but by being alone.

College was a new way of reinventing oneself. And since I broke up with Lloyd, I was always thought of the shy girl in class, yes, I look at the boys (a lot) but when they look my way, I turn back. And blank. I pretend to not notice them; I pretend to not envy the girls surrounding them, and most of all I pretended that I was still a virgin.

No, I am not a loner. I have friends of course, but they have boyfriends and they go out and party a lot. While my parents stay strict and almost never let me out. Yes, I was living with my parents even during college. The only time that I go to any party at all is when I collaborate with my friends that we will have a sleep over, slash study group slash drinking party. Thankfully I have a friend with a very cool aunt who always backs us up and calls my mom for permission. Actually, my mom is not the problem. She even wanted me to dress up and meet boys. It was my step dad who always protests, and of course, always has the last say.

My random sneaking was going along fine. My friends set me up with their boyfriends’ pals every new party, until I find someone who I feel attracted to, and vise versa. And through these parties that I met Eddy. Eddy was a quiet one and not boastful like most of the guys I meet. That evening was a random rendezvous and we partied all night. He was not a big drinker but what he had under his sleeve blew me away. Or should I say under his pants?

In the middle of the party Eddy and I disappeared from the crowd and he bought me to his friend’s van. When he opened the van’s back door, I saw another couple making out and didn’t even give a hint if they noticed us go in. It was too dark for me to see who they were and Eddy told me to just go to the rear seat as he pushed my ass. I giggled and agreed. Soon as we sat down, he grabbed my neck and kissed my lips, licked them and sucked my tongue. He was fast then I realized he was not quiet and shy after all. I felt his tongue roam in my mouth and teeth. He licked my teeth and wet my lips in circular and slow way. This was so new to me, but I followed him as if I knew how to kiss this way.

He then pulled me closer and I felt his chest pressing my boobs. My nipples were so erect that I long for him to touch me there and remove my bra. I grabbed his hand and guided it to my huge boobs. As he was kissing me, fondling with my nipples, I heard him moan as he squeezed me and squeezed me some more. Finally, he managed to remove my bra and he complimented on how huge and smooth they both were, as I glided my legs to his, hinting that I would like to sit on his lap. In synchronized motion, he then pulled my legs and carried me to his lap. He was all fired up as me. I opened my legs as he was in between them and I glided towards his cock. We were still wearing our pants then but as I rubbed my pussy to his hardness, it was so stiff that it sticks out of his pants. He was kissing my neck as I moved my hands towards his trousers intending to unzip him and relieve his pleasure tool out in the open. He took a deep breath and tucked his stomach in as he grabbed my hand to hold him. With less effort, I inserted my hand in his trousers and held his huge hard cock. It was thin, but v e r y long. It was so long that when I rubbed him it pulled his skin down and he grumbled with pain. He whispered to take it gentler or else he will bite. We both giggled and looked into each others eyes.

In the dark, his eyes glowed like the moonlight hypnotizing me to rub him some more. He unzipped my pants but didn’t pull it off. We were staring at each other seriously as I was giving him a handjob, rubbing my palm in circular motion pulling and pushing his skin and gradually increasing the pace. A few jabs more and he tilted his head back and let me feel my own back fingers rubbing my pussy as I was rubbing him. I was feeling so moist that I almost begged him to take me and fuck me then and there. But he told me to go faster and I felt small amounts of cum oozing to my fingers. He held the back of my neck and pushed my head downwards. I knew what he wanted but I didn’t want that. Well, not yet. So I stopped my hand and his puzzled stare made me terrified. He looked straight into my eyes without emotion and it felt like the longest second of my life. I was speechless and didn’t know what to do. I had the urge to pleasure him but I didn’t feel like having my lips rammed by his extensive cock.

Well, we have to let this out, he said. And I just sat there. The fire in me was suddenly slammed by a big ball of ice as he shoved me to his side and masturbated himself. I said I was sorry but he realizing that I was sincere, started kissing my again, rubbing himself and he held my hand and whispered that I have to make up for it then. So I moved my hand to his cock. He let me finish his duty then he squirted with all might to my shirt and pants. I was wet all over and he was panting, smiling, and sealed his satisfaction with a short kiss.

After I realized how wet I was, I told him that I will definitely smell weird. He said he didn’t seem to find anything wrong with that, as he even asked me to go back in the party with him and grab some beer. I refused. Then he pulled out a bag under the seat. In it were a small black pouch and a box full of white paper cut in small sizes. He opened the pouch and put out some ash-like substance and placed it on one paper. He rolled the paper and said he wanted us to take that instead. I haven’t saw hash before that night and I was intrigued while I watched him make one like that of a cigarette.

As I was observing him, one of my girl friends knocked on the van’s window and whispered my dad was looking for me. I was jilted off my seat and immediately went out the van. My friend said she diverted him so I can have a chance to run home. I gave no second doubts and instantly ran indeed. At the corner of the street, I saw a cab and went home.

I was so tired, intoxicated and still shocked at Eddy and the whole night that I just removed my shirt and pants and dove into my bed. I hugged one pillow and fell asleep soon as my head touched the sheets.

Lloyd

Victim: Daisy, for the second time.

An affair that lasted a year. A love that lasted a month. And a lust that kept on holding on.

I can’t even remember if I ever did love him. I was a slave to him, to his desires and fantasies. I was just starting my freshman year when we first did it. And there were times he didn’t pay his school fees just so we can check in a hotel.

He was a year older than me but boy does he know a lot! Let’s just say he is the most pervert boyfriend I had. Scratch that. He is the most perverted person I knew.

Whenever we check in, he has no time for a shower. He goes straight to the bed and drags me, almost ripping my clothes off on the way and rams me as soon as we reach the bed. No time for foreplay. The whole day spent with him is the foreplay. He would fondle my boobs in a public bus. He would finger me in a cab. He would slip his hand in my blouse behind the school walls or while waiting for the subway train. He would let me feel his hard cock while in a line ordering for food in a fast food restaurant. He would slide his hand under my skirt while eating. He kisses my neck anywhere and licks me under my ear while holding my ass at any given time that he wishes. That always made me giggle. And he loved it!

Most of the time, we really didn’t care if somebody saw us. I was hypnotized by his fragrant perfume, his wet lips and big kisses. And he made me do things I never did before. He was my first blow job. And I didn’t like it. I love the smell of his cum but I refuse to let him enter my mouth. He respected that. But he didn’t respect the rest of my body.

I always end up with a sore pussy whenever I go home from a hotel. He spent each penny with more than its worth. The whole time spent in the hotel, those few hours were rounds and rounds of fucking until I say stop. Most of the time, he plays deaf and goes even faster that it seemed that saying stop means asking for more. And at some point he won’t stop until I bleed.

His most fond fantasy is making me scream the name of a guy who I fancy. His game will not start until I really think of that guy as the one fucking me and not him. He wants me to tell him what I fancy about that guy which I chose. The first time he told me to do this, I laughed and thought it was a joke. But he was dead serious. He wants me to close my eyes and think of this other guy and say his name. He wants me to moan loud and exaggerate how I feel. He wants me to say “fuck me” together with the name of the guy and talk dirty while he shoves his fat cock in my tight pussy. Sometimes I ran out of guys to imagine, I invent names just to satisfy him. He never noticed anyway.

I had the longest fuck of my life with him. He makes me cum several times in a round and once he cum, he doesn’t stop there. He takes me and thrusts his slowly weakening dick more deep and fast and goes faster until it grows hard again. He only stops when he feels like stopping, whether I cum or not.

We were together everyday and there was never a week that we didn’t spent fucking in a hotel or the backstage of our gym, or the girl’s bathroom, the football field at night, even at their house or friend’s house or mine, secretly, sometimes in all these places in one day.