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“Gonna fill you up again,” he gritted out. “And this time you’re not leaving this bed until I’ve used every hole.”

He pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, and buried himself back inside in one hard stroke. One hand fisted my hair, the other gripped my hip as he fucked me deep and rough.

“Arch that back. Let me see this pussy taking every inch.”

I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning freely. He reached around and rubbed my clit until I came again, clenching hard around him. Marcus buried himself deep and followed with a long, guttural groan, cock pulsing as he pumped another thick load inside me.

We collapsed onto the bed, both breathing hard. He stayed inside me, kissing my shoulder.

After a minute he slowly pulled out, watched the mess leak out of me, then pushed two fingers back in and smeared it over my clit.

“We’re just getting started,” he said, voice dark with promise. “I told your stepdad I’d lock up when I leave… but I’m not leaving until tomorrow morning.”

He rolled me onto my back again, already growing hard against my thigh.

“And for the next twenty-four hours… this pussy is mine.”

To be continued…

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My #Stepdad’s Best #Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (#Adults Only) – Part 7

I walked downstairs twenty minutes later still wearing the same oversized T-shirt and a pair of shorts. No panties. Marcus’s cum was still slowly leaking out of me with every step.

My stepdad was already at the kitchen table with coffee. Marcus stood at the counter pouring another cup. When he turned and saw me, his eyes dropped straight between my legs for half a second before he looked away.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” my stepdad said with a smile. “You look tired. Stay up late?”

I forced a smile and sat down carefully. “Yeah… just couldn’t sleep.”

Marcus set a coffee in front of me. His fingers brushed mine longer than necessary. Under the table, his foot slid between my bare ankles and slowly pushed my knees apart.

I almost choked on my first sip.

The three of us sat there talking about nothing — flights, weather, how college was going — while Marcus’s foot kept my legs spread and his eyes kept finding mine. Every time I shifted, I felt more of him leaking out of me onto the chair.

At one point my stepdad got up to check something on his phone in the living room. The second he was out of sight, Marcus leaned across the table, voice low and rough.

“I can smell myself on you,” he murmured. “You’re still dripping, aren’t you?”

I nodded, cheeks burning.

He smirked. “Good. Keep it in. I want you sitting there full of me the whole time.”

My stepdad came back. The conversation continued like nothing was happening. Marcus’s foot stayed between my legs the entire time, occasionally brushing higher until I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay quiet.

An hour later my stepdad finally stood up and grabbed his bag.

“Alright, I’m heading to the airport. Marcus, thanks for staying over. Lock up when you leave, yeah?”

“You got it,” Marcus said calmly.

They hugged. My stepdad kissed the top of my head. “See you next break, kiddo.”

The second the front door closed and his car pulled out of the driveway, Marcus locked it.

Then he turned around, eyes dark.

“Upstairs. Now.”

I barely made it to the bedroom before he was on me. He yanked the T-shirt over my head, shoved my shorts down, and pushed me onto the bed. His mouth was between my legs instantly, licking up the thick mess he’d left inside me earlier.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my pussy. “Still so full of my cum. You sat through breakfast like this for me.”

I moaned loudly this time — no need to be quiet anymore. He sucked my clit hard while two fingers pushed back inside me, scooping out some of the cum and feeding it into my mouth.

“Taste what I did to you.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning. He stood, stripped, and climbed over me. His cock was already rock hard. He rubbed the head through my soaked folds, then slammed in to the hilt in one thrust.

We both cried out.

“Missed this tight little cunt already,” he growled, starting to fuck me hard and deep. The wet sound of his cock moving through his own cum was filthy. “All night and morning and you’re still gripping me like this.”

He hooked my legs over his shoulders and pounded into me, the bed slamming against the wall. I came fast, shaking and moaning his name. He didn’t stop — he just kept fucking me through it, chasing his own release.

TBC

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My Stepdad’s Best Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (Adults Only) – Part 6

The first real light of morning was spilling through the curtains when Marcus pushed back inside me.
I was still half-asleep, sore and sticky from the night before, but my body opened for him anyway. He slid in slow and deep from behind, one arm wrapped tight around my waist, the other hand covering my mouth.

“Quiet,” he whispered against my ear. “He’s going to wake up soon.”
I moaned into his palm as he started fucking me in long, deep strokes. The wet sound of his cock moving through last night’s cum was filthy in the quiet room. Every thrust pushed more of it out of me, coating my thighs.

“Still so fucking full of me,” he groaned under his breath. “Good girl. Taking it again like this is all you were made for.”
He reached down and rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles while he fucked me. I was already close — my body was so oversensitive from the night that it only took a minute before I came hard, shaking and moaning against his hand.

Marcus didn’t stop. He rolled me onto my stomach, pinned me down with his weight, and started pounding into me harder. The bed creaked. He bit down on my shoulder to keep himself quiet.

“You feel that?” he rasped. “Every inch. I’m going to fill this pussy again before he wakes up.”
I pushed back to meet his thrusts, moaning into the pillow. “Yes—please—cum in me again—”

He fucked me deep and rough for another minute, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low, broken groan, cock pulsing as he pumped another thick load inside me.

We stayed locked together, both breathing hard. He kissed the back of my neck.

“Not done,” he whispered.

He pulled out, flipped me over, and crawled up my body until his messy cock was in front of my mouth.

“Clean it.”
I opened and took him in, tasting both of us. He held my hair and fucked my mouth slowly, watching me with dark eyes.

“That’s it… suck it clean so I can put it back in that pretty cunt.”
When he was hard again he pulled out of my mouth, spread my legs wide, and sank back into me in one thrust. We both moaned. He started fucking me slower this time — deep, grinding strokes that rubbed against my clit with every movement.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I did. His expression was intense, almost soft.

“I’ve wanted this for years,” he said quietly. “And now that I’ve had you… I’m not letting you go back to college without feeling me every time you walk.”

He reached down and rubbed my clit again. I came a second time, quieter this time, clenching hard around him. Marcus followed right after, burying his face in my neck as he emptied another load deep inside me.

We collapsed together, sweaty and wrecked. His cock was still inside me when we heard it—

The guest room door opening.

Footsteps in the hallway.

Marcus went completely still on top of me, still buried deep.

My stepdad’s voice called out, still rough from sleep:

“Marcus? You up? Want coffee?”

Marcus’s eyes locked on mine. He slowly pulled out, a thick trickle of cum following his cock. He pressed a finger to my lips.

“Stay quiet,” he mouthed.

Then he called out in a calm voice, “Yeah… give me five minutes. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

We heard the footsteps head toward the stairs.

Marcus looked back down at me, still naked and leaking his cum, and smirked.

“Get dressed,” he whispered. “But don’t clean up. I want you sitting at that table with my cum still inside you while we drink coffee with him.”

He kissed me once — slow and filthy — then got up and started pulling his clothes on.

I was still lying there, legs shaking, when he looked back at me from the door.

“And tonight… when he leaves for the airport… I’m locking this door and keeping you in this bed until you can’t take anymore.”

He slipped out into the hallway, leaving me wrecked, full, and already aching for tonight.

TBC
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My #Stepdad’s Best #Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (#Adults Only) – Part 5

We stayed completely still.

Footsteps moved down the hallway… then past my door… then into the bathroom. The sound of the toilet flushing. Running water. A few seconds later the guest room door closed again.

Marcus let out a slow breath against the back of my neck.

“He’s back in bed,” he whispered. “We’re good.”

His hand slid down my stomach and between my legs, fingers sliding through the thick mess of cum still leaking out of me. He pushed two fingers back inside slowly, making me gasp.

“Still so full of me,” he murmured. “Good.”

He pulled his fingers out, brought them to my lips, and I sucked them clean without being told. He groaned quietly.

“Turn around.”

I rolled onto my back. Marcus moved between my legs, pushed them wide, and sank his still-hard cock back into me in one smooth thrust. We both moaned at the same time — low and deep.

He started fucking me slow and deep this time, almost gentle, but every stroke went all the way in. The wet sound of his cock moving through his own cum was filthy.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly.

I locked eyes with him. His expression was dark, possessive, almost soft at the same time.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said, voice rough. “Watching you walk around this house… knowing I couldn’t touch you. Now look at you. Legs spread, taking my cock in the middle of the night while your stepdad sleeps down the hall.”

I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“Harder,” I whispered.

He gave it to me. Deeper. Faster. The bed started to creak again. He clamped a hand over my mouth and kept pounding into me, eyes locked on mine.

“Quiet… just like that. Take it.”

I came hard, crying out against his palm, walls clenching around him. He didn’t stop. He fucked me through it, chasing his own release.

Then he pulled out suddenly, moved up my body, and pushed his cock against my lips.

“Open. Taste us.”

I opened my mouth and he slid in deep. I moaned around him as I sucked, tasting myself mixed with his cum. He held my hair and fucked my mouth in short, controlled strokes.

“Fuck… your mouth is perfect,” he groaned under his breath. “I’m gonna cum again. You want it on your tongue or down your throat?”

I looked up at him and took him deeper in answer.

Marcus’s hips jerked. He came with a quiet, broken groan, flooding my mouth with thick, hot cum. I swallowed as much as I could, some of it spilling out the corner of my lips. He watched every second, breathing hard.

When he pulled out, he wiped the mess from my chin with his thumb and made me suck it clean.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest. His hand rested possessively on my pussy, two fingers lazily sliding through the wetness.

“You’re not leaving this bed until morning,” he said against my hair. “And even then… I’m not done with you.”

I was just starting to drift off, sore and full and completely wrecked, when I felt him growing hard against my ass again.

Marcus’s voice was low and dark in my ear:

“Round four starts now… and this time I’m not pulling out until the sun comes up.”

Outside, the first faint light of dawn was starting to creep under the curtains.

To be continued…

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My Stepdad’s Best Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (Adults Only) – Part 4

We both held our breath.

The floorboard creaked again… then nothing. Just the quiet hum of the air conditioner. After thirty long seconds Marcus exhaled against the back of my neck.

“False alarm,” he murmured. “But that was too close.”

He didn’t pull out of me. Instead he rolled his hips slow and deep, still half-hard inside my cum-filled pussy, making me whimper.

“We’re not stopping,” he said. “But you’re going to be quieter this time.”

He pulled out slowly, watching his thick cock drag out of me coated in both of us. Then he flipped me onto my back, spread my legs wide, and buried his face between my thighs again.

His tongue was filthy. He licked up every drop that had leaked out, tongue fucking into me, sucking my swollen clit until my hips bucked off the bed.

“Marcus—fuck—your tongue feels so good—” I moaned, trying to keep my voice down.

He growled against my pussy. “Quiet, or I’ll have to gag you with my cock.”

I bit my lip hard as he kept eating me, two thick fingers sliding back in, curling hard against that spot that made my toes curl. The wet sounds were so loud in the quiet room. I came fast, thighs shaking around his head, moaning into a pillow.

He didn’t give me time to recover. He climbed up my body, straddled my chest, and fed his cock back into my mouth. It was still slick with me.

“Clean it,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Taste how good your pussy made me.”

I moaned around him, sucking greedily, tasting both of us. Spit ran down my chin as he fucked my mouth in slow, deep strokes, eyes locked on mine.

“That’s it. Good girl. Take it deeper.”

He pulled out before he finished, moved down, and slammed back into my pussy in one hard thrust. We both groaned. He started fucking me deep and steady, one hand wrapped lightly around my throat, the other rubbing tight circles on my clit.

“You feel that?” he rasped against my ear. “Every inch of my cock stretching this tight little cunt. And it’s still full of my cum from earlier.”

“Yes—” I moaned. “Fuck me harder—”

He did. The bed started creaking again. He covered my mouth with his hand and pounded into me harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. I came again, clenching around him, moaning against his palm.

Marcus pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, and buried himself back inside in one thrust. He gripped my hips hard and fucked me like he was trying to leave bruises.

“Arch your back. Show me how much this pussy loves getting used by your stepdad’s best friend.”

I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning into the pillow. He reached under me and rubbed my clit roughly.

“One more. Cum on this cock again and I’ll fill you up a third time.”

I shattered with a broken, muffled cry, walls pulsing around him. Marcus buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock throbbing as he pumped another thick load deep inside me, groaning low against my neck.

We collapsed onto the mattress, both sweaty and breathing hard. He stayed inside me, still twitching, kissing my shoulder.

After a long minute he slowly pulled out. I felt the warm mess start to leak out of me. He watched it for a second, then pushed some of it back in with two fingers.

“Leave it in,” he whispered. “I want you waking up tomorrow still full of me.”

He pulled the covers over us and wrapped an arm around my waist, his still-half-hard cock pressed against my ass.

“Sleep,” he said. “Because when the sun comes up… I’m going to fuck you again before he wakes up.”

I was just starting to drift off when I heard it—

The unmistakable sound of the guest room door opening down the hall.

Marcus’s arm tightened around me.

“Don’t move,” he breathed against my ear.

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He reached around and rubbed my clit again. “One more. Cum on this cock one more time and I’ll fill you up again.”

I shattered with a broken moan, walls pulsing around him. Marcus buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan, cock throbbing as he pumped another thick load deep inside me.

We collapsed onto the bed, both breathing hard. He stayed inside me, still twitching, kissing the back of my neck.

After a long minute he slowly pulled out. I felt his cum start to leak down my thighs again. He watched it for a second, then smeared it back up with his fingers and pushed some of it back inside me.

“Leave it,” he said, voice low and dark. “I want you walking around tomorrow still full of me.”

He kissed me slow and deep, then whispered against my lips:

“I’m not done with you yet… and we still have hours until morning.”

Outside in the hallway, a floorboard creaked.

We both froze.

To be continued…
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My Stepdad’s Best Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (Adults Only) – Part 3

It took almost two hours before the house finally went quiet.

I stayed in my room, legs still sticky with him, every small sound making my heart jump. Around midnight I heard the soft click of the guest room door closing. Then silence.

A minute later my own door opened without a knock.

Marcus stepped inside, already shirtless, jeans low on his hips. He locked the door behind him and just looked at me for a long second.

“He’s out,” he said quietly. “Took a sleeping pill. We have all night.”

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in only an oversized T-shirt. He walked over, pushed my knees apart, and dropped to his knees again like he couldn’t stay away from my pussy.

He dragged two fingers through the mess he’d left earlier and brought them to my mouth. “Taste us.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them. His eyes darkened.

“Good girl.”

He pulled the T-shirt over my head, tossed it aside, and spread me wider. Then his mouth was on me again—hot, hungry, relentless. He licked every drop of his own cum out of me first, tongue fucking into me deep, then focused on my clit, sucking hard until my back arched off the bed.

“Marcus—fuck—your mouth—” I moaned, already too loud.

He lifted his head just enough to growl, “Quiet. Or I’ll have to cover that pretty mouth while I eat this pussy.”

I bit my lip hard as he went back down, two fingers sliding in alongside his tongue, curling, stroking, spreading me open. The wet sounds were filthy. My thighs started shaking.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue again,” he murmured against me. “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

I came hard, grinding against his face, moaning into my own fist. He didn’t stop until I was twitching and oversensitive.

Then he stood, shoved his jeans down, and his thick cock sprang free—already hard, already leaking. He climbed onto the bed, straddled my chest, and tapped the head against my lips.

“Open.”

I did. He fed me his cock slowly, watching my lips stretch around him. “That’s it. Suck it nice and deep. Get it wet for that tight little cunt.”

I moaned around him, taking him as far as I could, spit running down my chin. He held my hair and fucked my mouth in slow, deep strokes, eyes locked on mine.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “My best friend’s stepdaughter with her throat full of my cock. You love this, don’t you?”

I nodded as much as I could, eyes watering, and he groaned.

He pulled out before he got too close, moved down my body, and pushed my legs up high. The thick head of his cock rubbed through my soaked folds, then he sank into me in one long, hard thrust.

We both moaned—loud, raw.

“Shit… still so fucking tight,” he gritted out, bottoming out and staying there for a second. “Feel how deep I am?”

“Yes—” I gasped. “So deep—”

He started fucking me hard. Deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak. Every thrust punched the air out of my lungs. He leaned down, sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other, biting just hard enough to make me cry out.

“Quiet,” he warned again, covering my mouth with his hand while he kept pounding into me. “You want him to hear how good I’m fucking his stepdaughter?”

I shook my head, but my moans still leaked out around his palm. He fucked me harder for it—rougher, deeper—rubbing my clit with his other hand until I came again, clenching around him so hard he had to slow down or finish too soon.

He pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind. One hand gripped my hip, the other wrapped around my throat, pulling me up so my back arched against his chest.

“Take it,” he growled in my ear. “Take every fucking inch. This pussy belongs to me tonight.”

I was a mess—moaning, dripping, pushing back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin was filthy and loud in the quiet house.

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He reached around and rubbed my clit again. “One more. Cum on this cock one more time and I’ll fill you up again.”

I shattered with a broken moan, walls pulsing around him. Marcus buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan, cock throbbing as he pumped another thick load deep inside me.

We collapsed onto the bed, both breathing hard. He stayed inside me, still twitching, kissing the back of my neck.

After a long minute he slowly pulled out. I felt his cum start to leak down my thighs again. He watched it for a second, then smeared it back up with his fingers and pushed some of it back inside me.

“Leave it,” he said, voice low and dark. “I want you walking around tomorrow still full of me.”

He kissed me slow and deep, then whispered against my lips:

“I’m not done with you yet… and we still have hours until morning.”

Outside in the hallway, a floorboard creaked.

We both froze.

TBC
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My Stepdad’s Best Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (Adults Only) – Part 3

It took almost two hours before the house finally went quiet.

I stayed in my room, legs still sticky with him, every small sound making my heart jump. Around midnight I heard the soft click of the guest room door closing. Then silence.

A minute later my own door opened without a knock.

Marcus stepped inside, already shirtless, jeans low on his hips. He locked the door behind him and just looked at me for a long second.

“He’s out,” he said quietly. “Took a sleeping pill. We have all night.”

I was sitting on the edge of the bed in only an oversized T-shirt. He walked over, pushed my knees apart, and dropped to his knees again like he couldn’t stay away from my pussy.

He dragged two fingers through the mess he’d left earlier and brought them to my mouth. “Taste us.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them. His eyes darkened.

“Good girl.”

He pulled the T-shirt over my head, tossed it aside, and spread me wider. Then his mouth was on me again—hot, hungry, relentless. He licked every drop of his own cum out of me first, tongue fucking into me deep, then focused on my clit, sucking hard until my back arched off the bed.

“Marcus—fuck—your mouth—” I moaned, already too loud.

He lifted his head just enough to growl, “Quiet. Or I’ll have to cover that pretty mouth while I eat this pussy.”

I bit my lip hard as he went back down, two fingers sliding in alongside his tongue, curling, stroking, spreading me open. The wet sounds were filthy. My thighs started shaking.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue again,” he murmured against me. “Then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

I came hard, grinding against his face, moaning into my own fist. He didn’t stop until I was twitching and oversensitive.

Then he stood, shoved his jeans down, and his thick cock sprang free—already hard, already leaking. He climbed onto the bed, straddled my chest, and tapped the head against my lips.

“Open.”

I did. He fed me his cock slowly, watching my lips stretch around him. “That’s it. Suck it nice and deep. Get it wet for that tight little cunt.”

I moaned around him, taking him as far as I could, spit running down my chin. He held my hair and fucked my mouth in slow, deep strokes, eyes locked on mine.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped. “My best friend’s stepdaughter with her throat full of my cock. You love this, don’t you?”

I nodded as much as I could, eyes watering, and he groaned.

He pulled out before he got too close, moved down my body, and pushed my legs up high. The thick head of his cock rubbed through my soaked folds, then he sank into me in one long, hard thrust.

We both moaned—loud, raw.

“Shit… still so fucking tight,” he gritted out, bottoming out and staying there for a second. “Feel how deep I am?”

“Yes—” I gasped. “So deep—”

He started fucking me hard. Deep, punishing strokes that made the bed creak. Every thrust punched the air out of my lungs. He leaned down, sucked one nipple into his mouth, then the other, biting just hard enough to make me cry out.

“Quiet,” he warned again, covering my mouth with his hand while he kept pounding into me. “You want him to hear how good I’m fucking his stepdaughter?”

I shook my head, but my moans still leaked out around his palm. He fucked me harder for it—rougher, deeper—rubbing my clit with his other hand until I came again, clenching around him so hard he had to slow down or finish too soon.

He pulled out, flipped me onto all fours, and slammed back in from behind. One hand gripped my hip, the other wrapped around my throat, pulling me up so my back arched against his chest.

“Take it,” he growled in my ear. “Take every fucking inch. This pussy belongs to me tonight.”

I was a mess—moaning, dripping, pushing back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin was filthy and loud in the quiet house.

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We stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.

Then we heard footsteps upstairs again.

Marcus slowly pulled out. I felt his cum start to drip down my thighs. He turned me around, looked at the mess he’d made, and smirked.

“Clean yourself up,” he whispered, voice dark with promise. “Because the second he’s asleep… I’m not finished with you.”

He kissed me once more—slow, filthy—then slipped out of the laundry room, leaving me bent over the machine, legs shaking, full of him, already aching for more.

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My Stepdad’s Best Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (Adults Only) – Part 2

Marcus yanked me up so fast my head spun. He shoved his cock back into his jeans, zipped, and wiped my spit from his mouth with the back of his hand just as the front door opened.

“Marcus?” my stepdad’s voice echoed down the hall.

I was still shaking, thighs wet, lips swollen. Marcus grabbed a dish towel, wiped between my legs roughly, then tossed my shorts and panties at me.

“Bathroom. Now,” he growled under his breath.

I barely made it around the corner before my stepdad walked into the kitchen. I listened from the hallway, heart pounding, pussy still throbbing.

“Hey, man. Flight got canceled. Figured I’d crash here tonight instead of the hotel. Hope that’s cool.”

Marcus’s voice came out steady. “Yeah. No problem. Your stepdaughter’s home for the weekend, by the way.”

There was a short pause. “Is she? I’ll say hi later. Gonna grab a beer and crash in the guest room. Long day.”

I heard footsteps heading upstairs. The guest room door closed.

Marcus appeared in the hallway two seconds later. His eyes were dark, hungry. He didn’t say a word—just grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the laundry room, shutting the door quietly behind us.

The second it clicked, his mouth was on mine. Hard. Filthy. His tongue shoved past my lips, tasting me, claiming me. One hand yanked my shorts down again while the other shoved two thick fingers straight into my still-soaked pussy.

“Fuck,” he groaned against my mouth. “You’re still dripping. You almost got us caught and you’re even wetter.”

I moaned into the kiss, hips rolling against his hand. “He could come back down—”

“Then you better be quiet,” he ordered, voice low and rough. He dropped to his knees again, yanked one of my legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue was ruthless this time. He licked and sucked my clit like he was punishing me for almost getting caught, two fingers pumping deep, curling hard. Wet, filthy sounds filled the small room.

“Marcus—oh fuck—your tongue—” I bit my own hand to keep from screaming.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny. “This pussy is mine tonight. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I whispered, voice shaky.

“Louder.”

“It’s yours,” I moaned.

He stood, spun me around, and bent me over the washing machine. I heard his zipper. The thick head of his cock rubbed up and down my dripping slit, coating himself in me.

“Been thinking about this tight little cunt for years,” he rasped, one hand gripping my hip, the other wrapping around my throat from behind. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it. Please—fuck me.”

He pushed in slow at first, stretching me open inch by thick inch until he was buried to the hilt. We both moaned at the same time—low, broken, desperate.

“Jesus Christ,” he growled. “So fucking tight.”

Then he started moving. Deep, hard strokes that made the washing machine rock. Every thrust punched a moan out of me. He reached around and rubbed my clit in tight circles while he fucked me, dirty talk pouring out of him.

“That’s it. Take every inch. Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how good your stepdad’s best friend’s cock feels stretching this pretty pussy.”

I was past caring. I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning openly now. “Harder—please—don’t stop—”

He fucked me harder. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the laundry room. His hand left my throat to grab a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back so he could kiss me messy and deep while he pounded into me.

I came first—hard, shaking, walls clamping down on him as I moaned into his mouth. He didn’t stop. He kept driving into me through it, chasing his own release.

“Gonna fill this pussy,” he gritted out. “You want it?”

“Yes—cum in me—please—”

He buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, cock pulsing as he emptied inside me. Hot, thick, endless. I could feel every spurt.

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My Stepdad’s Best Friend Wasn’t Supposed to Touch Me (Adults Only) – Part 1

I was only home for the weekend.
College break. Quiet house. My stepdad was out of town on business and his best friend, Marcus, had the keys “just in case.”

Marcus was 42. Tall, broad shoulders, that low voice that always made my stomach flip even when I pretended it didn’t. He’d known me since I was a kid, but I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was 21, and the way his eyes dragged over my bare legs when I walked into the kitchen in just a tank top and tiny shorts told me he noticed.

“Didn’t expect you back,” he said, leaning against the counter, arms crossed. His gaze dropped to my nipples pressing against the thin fabric.
I swallowed. “Just for two nights.”

He stepped closer. The air got thick. “Two nights is a long time to be alone in this big house with me.”
I should have left. I didn’t.

His hand slid up my thigh, slow, possessive. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured against my ear, “and I will.”

I didn’t say a word.
Marcus dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor. He hooked his fingers in the sides of my shorts and peeled them down along with my soaked panties. The cool air hit my pussy and I gasped.

“Fuck… you’re already dripping for me.” His voice was rough. He spread my lips with his thumbs and dragged his tongue through my wetness in one long, filthy stroke.
“Oh god—” I moaned, hands flying to his hair.

He licked me like he was starving. Slow, deliberate, flat tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit, then circling it with the tip until my hips jerked. “That’s it, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear how good this feels.”
I did. Loud, shameless moans filled the kitchen as he sucked my clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. Two thick fingers slid inside me, curling, stroking that spot that made my legs shake.

“Marcus… fuck, right there—don’t stop—”

He growled against my pussy, the vibration making me cry out. He ate me harder, louder, wet sounds filling the room. My thighs clamped around his head. He didn’t pull away. He just kept sucking and fingering me until I came hard, grinding against his mouth, moaning his name like a prayer.

He stood up slowly, lips shiny with me. His cock was a thick, hard outline straining against his jeans. He grabbed my hand and pressed it against it.
“Feel what you do to me,” he said, voice dark. “I’ve wanted this mouth for years.”

I dropped to my knees without being told. Unzipped him. His cock sprang free—heavy, veined, already leaking. I wrapped both hands around it and licked the head, tasting the salty precum.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, head falling back. “Suck it. Show me how badly you’ve wanted this too.”

I took him into my mouth, stretching my lips around the thick head, sliding down as far as I could. He was big. I gagged softly when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t pull off. I moaned around him instead, the vibration making his hips twitch.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasped, one hand fisting my hair. “Take it deeper. Look at me while you suck your stepdad’s best friend’s cock.”

I looked up, eyes watering, spit running down my chin as I bobbed faster, sucking hard, one hand stroking what I couldn’t fit. His moans got louder, rougher. “Shit… your mouth is perfect. Going to ruin you for anyone else.”

I was so wet again it was dripping down my thighs. I reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit while I sucked him, moaning around his cock every time I took him deeper.

Marcus pulled out with a wet pop just before he finished. Breathing hard, he tilted my chin up.

“Not yet,” he said, thumb brushing my swollen bottom lip. “I’m not done with you. Not even close.”

Outside, a car door slammed.
We both froze.
My stepdad’s voice called from the driveway: “Marcus? You here?”

Marcus looked down at me still on my knees, lips shiny, pussy aching, and whispered,
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