Sex Stories

Stepdad's first blowjob

As soon as I became an adult, my stepfather came up and said that he had a real gift for me that I

couldn't refuse and that I would remember for the rest of my life.

The next night, when Mom went to work the night shift, it all started...

I feel a soft touch. Light as a butterfly's wing. To be honest, I wasn't ready for such cuteness. I internally

prepared myself for something stronger, like slaps and punches. But no. The beginning is very smooth.

It's amazing how this stepdad manages to slide his finger over the second pair of my lips so carefully.

He is doing much better than me. But I am already a grown girl, I even passed my driver's license in a

driving school.

Every little and almost invisible hair on my lips explodes into a small fountain of pleasure in response to

the touch of a gently gliding finger. At such times, it becomes clear why nature gives people pubic hair.

During my last visit to a beauty salon, the esthetician strongly recommended that I have a complete

laser hair removal of the intimate area. They had some kind of discount there, and she held onto my

pubic hair so much that I felt amused and scared. "Nobody uses such bushes anymore!" The

beautician insisted. “Let's get rid of all these bushes once and for all! Now we have a 50% discount on

the procedure!" She apparently thought I was a stupid and greedy bitch who, upon learning of a 50%

discount, immediately set her vulva on fire with a laser. "Let's remove these bushes." “Take your head

off, you stupid chicken. You, I suppose, have never experienced a sensitive orgasm in your life, sitting

in your office and sniffing at other people's crotches. "

No. I prefer to play with a razor and wax, and all to peck at the fine hairs to enhance these sensations

that my stepfather is giving me now. It is divine! As a good aperitif before a big festive dinner.

My stepfather's fingers continue to flutter over my lips. In response to his touch, all the hairs on my

body stand on end. Give me chills. The clitoris begins to swell strongly, as if ordering: “Attack! Ram

ready! Break down the door!"

But my stepfather hesitates and continues to stroke my lips with his fingers. My vagina eagerly

tightens, clicks gently, and dispenses a deliciously slippery dose of lube.

The throbbing of the clitoris becomes even more demanding. But my stepfather is in no hurry. And

where should you rush? After all, his cock is in my mouth.

To calm my own arousal a bit, I begin to quickly squeeze and loosen my buttocks, while trying to tense

my perineum muscles as much as possible. The buttocks flutter and flap against each other like the

wings of a dove at takeoff. It's not for nothing that I work up to the seventh sweat in the gym. My

buttocks are what I need: round, big, with no signs of sagging.

My stepfather tickles my lips again and I squeeze my buttocks even more. The vagina makes a barely

audible click again, so quiet that no one hears it except me, and dispenses the next dollop of lube. I

can feel his slippery ball rolling. Oh oh oh! Men probably experience something similar during

ejaculation.

I wince and clench my teeth slightly. The stepfather is sorry. He too shudders and says:

"You are doing it! You can whenever you want!"

I look at him. I completely look like a puppy: my mouth is full with a penis, my eyes are raised towards

the mountain.

My stepfather smiles approvingly.

“Just don't rush. Move carefully. And look at me! Do not bite!" He laughs and gives me his free hand.

The fingers of my other hand, meanwhile, continue to caress my lower lips.

But, in principle, he might not have warned me. I already felt the rhythm myself. What at first scared or

embarrassed me, now I started to like it. I enjoy feeling the most important part of a man's body in mynovelbin

mouth. This creates an amazing experience.

On the one hand, I seem to be completely helpless and everything is in the power of my stepfather. But

on the other hand, he is in my absolute power. His cock throbs in my mouth, responding to the

movements of my tongue and teeth. It's so good that I have perfectly healthy teeth!

The vigorous movements of the tongue and the throbbing penis cause an unsettling salivation.

Swallowing is hard, but I don't care. I just let it out of my mouth. Let it flow. Who does it bother?

Transparent jets run down my chin, and my stepfather, judging by his approving look, likes it. I also. In

this we are in complete solidarity.

Meanwhile, a very strong revival started in my anus as well. My stepfather's friend, a young boy,

decided to join in on our fun. My kind father didn't care. I didn't care either. I was very curious. Judging

by my feelings, his friend, despite his youth, had a lot of experience in these matters. Or maybe he was

just a natural talent? Never mind. He pleased me. Even more than nice.

My stepfather's friend carefully pulled a fine thread out of my lace panties and stuck a finger up my

anus. He joked there, he twisted it. I'm certainly not a man and I don't have a prostate. But the rotation

of the assistant's finger on my anus gave me amazing pleasure. This is something I have never

experienced before.

My ex-boyfriends, of whom I had quite a few after I graduated and entered true adulthood, also

fingered my panties. They used to play with my buttocks. But further with a kiss on the ass or light

whipping, they did not leave. The stepfather's friend was clearly a connoisseur of anal pleasures.

My stepfather's friend continued to move his finger in my anus. And suddenly the pleasure he gave me

mixed with a wave of burning shame. A man is itching my ass! How is this possible?

For the fear and shame that increased, I squeezed my anus tightly. But my stepfather's friend

whispered encouragingly:

“Everything is perfect! Enjoy! There is nothing to fear."

I relaxed a bit, but still felt very uncomfortable. The heart began to beat frantically. A Victorian virgin

before her wedding night.

To calm the excitement, I tried to focus on the pleasant sensations of the finger in my anus. My

stepfather's friend, meanwhile, expanded his field of activity and inserted another finger into my vagina,

which was dripping lubricant. He took me by the nose, so to speak.

Apparently, during this maneuver, my stepfather's friend came across some magic spot hidden

somewhere deep in my gut. The pleasure was so sharp that tears spilled from my eyes. The air flowed

into the lungs in a cold avalanche and all the colors became brighter and juicier. This is probably how a

person's third eye opens.

I moaned with joy, my mouth was occupied with a cock. I continued to burn with shame, but at the

same time I was on the verge of exploding with happiness. You can only know this if someone very

experienced (or sexually talented?) sticks their dexterous fingers in all your holes at once.

(continuation of the story in the next chapter)