Blackmailing my Stepdad

My finger worked on his belt, and as I lowered his pants, I kneeled on him until I was eye level on his crotch. I gulped, nearing my face to his black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide the fullness of his cock. My lips kissed his clothed cock, and I inhaled his musk. My cock hardened until it began to ache, precum wetting the tip. I kissed his crotch, and his cock began to respond, which surprised me. I had expected him to struggle with arousal, but it turned out I was wrong.

I continued to play with his crotch, his precum and sweat staining the fabric. He grunted as I ate his cock through the fabric, making me shake in ecstasy. Then I moved to his muscular thighs that were so thick it could choke me without needing much force. I kissed his inner thigh, sending shivers to his body, and licked the part just below his ass. His grunts grew louder, and he pushed his crotch closer to me.

My fingers hooked on the garter of his boxer briefs, lowering it down. His cock slapped me in the face as I released it, precum dripping from the tip. "I'm sorry," he muttered. His cock was enormous, the girth almost the same size as my wrist. The length made me gulp and second guess my choices because while it looked delicious, it also looked like it would hurt as well if it entered me. Bulging veins covered the shaft, and his pubes were nicely trimmed.

I pressed my face to his balls, inhaling the musk even more before kissing his cock. My eyes rolled back, but before I lost myself, I stood and climbed onto the bed. The sheets were still warm, probably from what they did earlier. I positioned myself on my back, legs spread slightly with my cock raging and twitching as I stared at my stepfather naked. His cock was hard, and even with the distance between us, I could see just how massive it was.

He moved to open the drawer, pulling a nearly full bottle of silicone lubricant. I wondered when was the last time he had used it with Mom. I tried to remember the time I had heard them having sex through the walls, but I could not. Maybe that was why he started looking for other women elsewhere.

He stood at the edge of the bed, the bottle of lube in his hand.

"Come here," I said, my hand jerking my cock.

He climbed the bed, his eyes staring at my nakedness as he moved between my spread legs. I saw his Adam's apple bob, probably nervous for seeing me like this the first time. Seeing him naked, I could see the details I never noticed before. There was a small scar on his shoulder, making me wonder where he had gotten that. His hands rested on my legs, making him like a giant in comparison.

"Start with your fingers," I said. "Work me open first."

He poured the lube onto his fingers, the clear liquid glistening under the afternoon light coming through the window. Then, his hand moved between my legs as his fingers searched my asshole. I flinched when his cold finger made contact, the cold feeling surprising my skin. After that, he started to play with my hole, his thick fingertip circling around the rim. I bit my lower lip from the sensation, already preventing myself from moaning.

"Push in," I told him.

He exhaled slightly, then his finger pressed forward, breaching me slowly. My lip shivered as I unconsciously arched my back to welcome his intrusion. There was still a slight burn, but he seemed to be careful on how he touched me. He worked my hole with caution, his finger sliding in and out with his gaze going back and forth from my hole to my face. After fucking me with his finger for a while, he asked quietly, "Another?"

"Yeah." My voice was breathy.

Two fingers entered me now, stretching me wider. He worked them in a scissoring motion, opening me up, finding angles that made my breath catch. His other hand rested on my thigh, warm and steady. I could feel my own cock hardening against my stomach as he fingered me, the physical response happening despite everything.

"You're getting hard," he observed quietly.

"So are you." I looked at his erection, thick and leaking slightly. "Guess we're both fucked up."

He didn't respond to that and just added a third finger. The stretch was more intense now, riding that edge between pleasure and discomfort. He curled his fingers and found my prostate, sending a jolt through me that made me gasp.

"There," I breathed. "Do that again."

He did, massaging that spot with deliberate pressure while working his fingers in and out. Pleasure built in waves, making my thighs tremble. My cock was fully hard now, flushed and leaking. He watched my reactions carefully, adjusting his movements based on what made me groan.

After several minutes of this, he pulled his fingers out slowly. I felt empty suddenly, my hole clenching around nothing. He grabbed the lube again and slicked his cock thoroughly, coating every inch. Then, he positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head pressing against me.

"Ready?" he asked, and there was something almost gentle in his tone.

"Do it," I told him.

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