Once again there was absolutely nothing on TV worth 
watching.  I can't believe that out of 60 channels that I'd 
much rather be reading a novel, cleaning house anything 
other than watching this crap on TV.  But I really wasn't 
interested in watching TV tonight.  Tonight I was hungry 
for man.

My boyfriend, Aaron, called to say that he had to work 
tonight otherwise we could have been having some fun.  We 
had been having sex for about 6 months, and I still felt as 
if I had lots more to learn.  We usually watch porn tapes 
and then try to replicate what we see.  I hadn't realized 
that he had stoked my fire and hunger for sex.

But here I am, reclining on our front room sofa.  I live 
here with my forty-year-old stepfather, Jarrett and my 
twenty-one-year-old stepbrother, Zach.  Both guys are very 
good looking.  Zach is tall and has a powerful build.  His 
dark brown hair is long and he ties it back.  I've had 
sexual fantasies about Zach but it's Jarrett that I really 
want. 

I can hardly believe that Jarrett is forty years old.  He's 
about 6'2 and whipcord lean, with strong muscular 
shoulders.  He keeps his dark hair short and he's 
developing a distinguished gray at his temples.  He keeps 
himself fit by visiting a gym three times a week.  

My mom and Jarrett married after a whirlwind courtship of 3 
months.  I was 18 when they decided to get hitched and I'm 
now 22.  My mom passed away last year after a lengthy 
illness.  I still miss my mother and think of her every 
day.

My stepfather's pretty cool but I've lately had a hard time 
thinking of him as my stepfather.  I sometimes feel his 
eyes on me when he doesn't know that I'm aware it.  Our 
house is small so we all share a bathroom and sometimes 
after he is done taking a shower I go in there just so the 
steam that had earlier enveloped him can surround me.  I 
think that this is when my hunger for him started.

I tell myself that this is my stepfather.  Nothing can come 
of my attraction to him.  Anyway I'm closer in age to Zach 
but I don't feel the same way about Zach as I do Jarrett.

Last year Zach began attending Duke University as an 
engineer.  He's a smart guy and he has always taken care to 
watch over me.  He's very protective and always vets the 
guys that I bring home.  

Well it's getting late so I've decided that it's time to go 
to bed.  I looked up at Jarrett, who'd been keeping me 
company.  We've been discussing remodeling the house and 
had been making plans to put in a new bathroom for me.  I 
told him that we seem to be doing fine with the one that we 
had and since Zach is now attending college and staying on 
campus the need isn't that great for one.

There's a knock at the door so I slowly unfold my length 
from the sofa and go to answer it.  Since it's after nine 
at night I looked over at Jarrett with a question in my 
eyes.

"Wonder who this is?"  I whispered to Jarrett.

"Well, I'm not expecting anyone." 

I slowly opened the door and suddenly it was kicked out of 
my hand.  I jumped back startled and with a yelp.  Jarrett 
jumped up to confront the intruder.

"I have a gun. Both of you move over to the sofa. MOVE!" he 
growled as he slammed the door behind him.

He was a tall black man who I vaguely remember hanging out 
with Zach.  I think his name was Kevin. He had strong 
masculine handsome features but he had always given me 
chills whenever he had looked at me.  His eyes glowed but 
for some reason I didn't seem to be as afraid as I thought 
I should be.

"What do you want?" my stepfather demanded. He moved in 
front of me in a protective stance.

"I'll ask the questions here.  Where's Zach?" he asked.  
Although he questioned Jarrett, he was looking at me.

Jarrett recognized that look in his eyes.  He knew that 
looking for Zach wasn't the only thing he was after 
tonight.

"Why do you want to know?" Jarrett was pushing him, hoping 
that he wasn't planning on using the gun.

"He's fucking my girlfriend and we're going to have a 
little discussion about it." 

I knew that Zach was dating a black girl but I didn't 
realize that she was Kevin's girl.

"Well he's not here and as long as you're looking for him 
with that gun I'm not telling you where you can find him." 
I always knew that Jarrett was brave, but I was now seeing 
him in action.  I scooted closer to him, my breasts 
pressing up against Jarrett's back.  Jarrett reached back 
with his arm and pulled me closer to him, always staying 
between the gun and me.

Kevin noticed the action and said to me, "Bitch, come over 
here."  I wordlessly shook my head but moved away from 
Jarrett.  "I'm not going to tell you again to come over 
here." He snarled at me.   I hurriedly move to stand in 
front of him.  I'm only 5'2 so I had to crane my neck to 
look him in the eyes.  Unwillingly, I felt my nipples 
respond to the look on his face.  I knew that he desired 
me.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "Strip."

"What?" I asked knowing damn well what he had said but 
hoped that I had misunderstood him.

"I said 'strip' and I mean everything".  He looked at me 
and I felt as if I was already naked.

I looked back at Jarrett, needing his courage to do this 
thing.  His eyes softened at the look on my face.

Kevin grabbed my hair and yanked my face back to him. "Get 
busy."

He looked at Jarrett and said, "Sit down and don't move".  
Kevin sat beside him, the gun trained on Jarrett, knowing 
that I was no threat to him.

I whimpered and slowly started to comply.  I reached for 
the bottom of my t-shirt and lifted it over my head.  I 
didn't want to encourage Kevin but I could help but be 
proud of my well-shaped breasts.  My bra was more 
decorative than useful because my breasts didn't need the 
lift a bra provided.

I noticed that my audience had started becoming aroused.  I 
looked at Jarrett.  His hands were clenched by his side and 
I knew that, against his will, his lust was simmering just 
below the surface.  I peeled my jeans down over my slender 
hips and I stepped out of them.

"Come on, hurry it up." Kevin ordered.

I reached around my back and unhooked my bra.  The straps 
fell down my arms and the bra caught on my elongated 
nipples and then fell to the floor.  Instinctively, I 
crossed my arms over my soft, creamy breasts.

"Move your arms.  We want to see those beautiful tits." He 
said looking over at Jarrett. "Don't we?"  Jarrett couldn't 
move his eyes from my display. Kevin nudged Jarrett and 
repeated, "Don't we?" 

"Yes."  He muttered, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Turn around." Kevin's attention was once again on me.  I 
was wearing a thong and I knew that my ass was one of my 
best feminine assets.  

"Take 'em off."  My hands were sweating and as I pulled my 
thong down I heard a masculine growl.  

"Damn girl, your ass is hot!"  Kevin got up from the sofa, 
still training the gun on Jarrett.  Kevin stood behind me 
looking over my shoulder at Jarrett.  With his free hand he 
brought it up around my soft breast.  He plucked my nipple 
between his thumb and index finger, bringing it to a lusty 
point.

I started at the harsh words he threw at Jarrett.  "Get 
over here."  

Jarrett slowly rose from the sofa and moved to where Kevin 
was pointing.  "Now you strip.  Don't say anything, just do 
it."

I looked at Jarrett.  He knew I was scared and didn't want 
to make it worse so he complied without a word.  I watched 
as he removed his shirt, undoing one button at a time.  
Although these actions figured in some of my fantasies of 
Jarrett, this is not quite what I expected.  I could feel 
my thighs moisten with the juice of my pussy.  I 
subconsciously rubbed my legs together in order to ease my 
erupting lust. 

I could feel Kevin's cock rubbing up against my ass cheeks.  
The heat that emanated from his body circulated around 
mine.  I didn't want this situation, did I?
 
My eyes took in the sexy sight that was appearing before 
me.  Jarrett moved to unbutton his levy's.  He slow rasped 
the zipper down.  I could feel the desire overtake me such 
as a wave overtakes a surfer and just as hard to fight.  He 
wasn't wearing any underpants.  His cock sprang free and he 
was bound and determined not to feel any self-
consciousness.

Thank god that Kevin still had a grasp on my breast or I 
would have ended up on the floor.  My legs turned to jelly 
and I felt that they wouldn't hold my weight.  I couldn't 
take my eyes off of Jarrett's rock-hard cock.  It seemed 
grow with the stare of my yes.  My eyes traveled up his 
torso and as we locked gazes, I could feel his desire as if 
it was a tangible thing.

Kevin grabbed me by my arm in order to turn me around.  I 
thought his grasp would be rough but it was just the 
opposite.  I lifted my head and Kevin looked down into my 
eyes.

"Turn around and put your arms around Jarrett." I moved to 
Jarrett and did as Kevin told me.  "Kiss him."  I looked at 
Jarrett.  His beautiful blue eyes had turned navy blue with 
the emotions rolling through him.  Jarrett brought me 
closer to him and I could feel his burning cock harden 
again the softness of my belly.  As his mouth took 
possession of mine, my knees once again became weak and I 
was glad that I had his muscular shoulders to hold on to.  
His mouth was brutally hot and his tongue caressed mine 
simulating the fucking that soon was to come. 

I had had kisses before but this was a male to female total 
possession kind of kiss.  In my mind Kevin and this 
situation that he had forced upon us had faded into the 
background.

Kevin came over and brought me back to reality by grabbing 
my arm.

"Get down on your hands and knees."  Lust laced his voice.  
I did as he told me, knowing the evening was just 
beginning.  The bulge in his crotch told me that he wasn't 
unmoved by seeing me in this supine position. 

"Fuck her."  Kevin barked at Jarrett.

"I can't do that. She's my daughter."

"Ha.  She's your step-daughter.  And I know you want to 
fuck her."  He looked pointedly at the boner that Jarrett 
was sporting.

"You either fuck her or you can take her to the hospital 
after I'm done shooting her in the leg."  I didn't think I 
could tremble more that I already had. "Please." I 
whimpered softly.  Could fear add another sexual dimension 
to this episode?

"Shut up, bitch." He said, as he kneed me, not painfully, 
in the head.

"Start.  And don't come until I tell you to." He said to 
Jarrett. 

I could feel Jarrett's heat.  I started as I felt his 
strong hands on my hips.  "Relax, Emma honey, I'll try not 
to hurt you."

"Don't worry, Jarrett, I'm not a virgin." I reassuringly 
told him.

"Stop talking." Kevin told us harshly. "Put your cock in 
her pussy."

Jarrett rubbed his cock in my pussy juice, coating it.  
With his prick he gently flicked it across my stimulated 
clit.   The heat was almost overwhelming.  I could feel the 
smooth glide of Jarrett's cock head breech my love hole.  
My pussy was hungry for the cock that was promised to it.

Once Jarrett had filled the emptiness of my pussy I felt 
his groan of satisfaction vibrate throughout his body.  "Oh 
god, Emma, you feel like hot velvet.  Baby, are you ready?" 

At the nod of my head, he began to fuck me in earnest. His 
hands tightened on my hips as he brought his stiff cock out 
of my vagina only to piston back to the hilt of my cunt. 
His balls viciously slapped against my clit. I couldn't 
believe that this feeling existed.  It never felt this way 
with Aaron.  Was it because we had an audience?  My moans 
filled the room and seemed to echo inside my head.  

"Ohhhh, Jarrett, fuck me.  It feels so good.  My cunt is on 
fire.  Ohhhhh, fuck….my pussy's cummming!"  I could feel 
the jerking vibrations that massaged the hot prick in my 
cunt and the juices that coated my thighs.  Shivers shook 
my body from the violence of my orgasm.  My panting sobs 
erupted from my chest.  

I could feel the superhuman strength that Jarrett used to 
keep from coming.  It seemed as if his cock length grew 
with his exertions.  I heard Jarrett's breath bellowing in 
and out of his massive chest.

"Stop!" I barely heard Kevin bark at Jarrett.  

"Bitch, suck his cock until he cums."  Kevin came over to 
me to drag me over to Jarrett.  I barely had enough 
strength to kneel at Jarrett's feet.  I reached up to place 
my hands on his hips so that I could steady myself. As I 
started to place my mouth on his cock, I looked up into 
Jarrett's eyes.  I couldn't keep my feelings for him out of 
my gaze.  He reached down to gently put his hands on head 
to trail down around my ears.

He was so sexy.  At the touch of my mouth, his head tilted 
back and he began plunging against the back of my throat.  
My tongue flickered against his glans, stroking the 
underside of his masculine meat.  I had practiced this 
treat on Aaron and he had told me that I was a natural. I 
could taste my pussy juice on his cock and that began to 
revive my lust. 

"That's it, angel.  Suck my cock with your hot mouth."  He 
groaned.  The suction that my mouth practiced on his cock 
sent him into orbit.

He pulled his cock out of mouth just in time to spurt on my 
face.  I automatically tried to catch as much cum as I 
could with my mouth and tongue. His cream was like icing on 
my taste buds and just as sweet.  His hand wrung out the 
rest of the cum located in the length of his prick.

Looking over at Kevin, I knew that he had something else in 
store for us. He handed me my shirt and told me to wipe the 
cum off of my face.  I did so and didn't take my eyes off 
of Kevin.

Pointing at Jarrett, he motioned him to lay on his stomach 
with his hands behind his back. He jerked the phone cord 
from the wall and used it to tie Jarrett's hand and legs.

"Now it's mine turn." He told me.  With Jarrett restrained, 
Kevin no longer had to hold the gun on us because he knew 
that I was no threat.

He put the gun on the sofa and pulled me to him.  I was 
still naked and could feel the imprint of his clothing.  I 
expected a vicious raping of my mouth, but was surprised 
when his lips gently covered mine.  

"Open your mouth baby." He whispered. I struggled against 
his grasp, even though I wanted to taste him.  His grip 
tightened and as I gasped, his tongue took advantage of my 
open mouth. Our tongues danced against each other, my will 
totally obliterated at his hot possession.

His lips trailed down my neck sending shivers down my 
spine.  His large hands reached around to grab my ass 
cheeks to pull my pussy up against the bulging outline in 
his jeans.  My arms went around his thick neck and my legs 
automatically went around his waist in order to keep 
contact with his erection.

His hands moved my body back and forth over his covered 
cock. He knew I was ready.  I had forgotten to be afraid. 

"Let go so I can strip down." I slowly let go and moved 
back.  He hurriedly undressed.  I couldn't believe that his 
cock would fit into my pussy.  As if he could read my mind 
he said, "Oh no, this will be going in your ass." 

Horror was etched on my face.  "It won't fit.  You'll kill 
me with that." I sobbed. "Please, please don't do this." I 
begged.

"I'll try to be gentle.  I could be rough so do as I say." 

Knowing that I had no choice, I nodded my head slightly.  

"Lay down." He ordered.  I complied and laid down on my 
back with my knees slightly bent.  The room dimmed as the 
focus of my eyes centered on his harden, well-formed chest. 
"I'm dipping my cock in your slick juices." He explained, 
almost emotionless.  

My pussy walls rippled in anticipation and hunger of the 
huge snack coming its way.  I felt the nudge of his penis 
plow its way into my tight female canal.

A groan erupted from his chest.  His eyes were tightly 
closed as he forced his way through to the hilt.  "God 
you're tight."  His massive length and breadth took my 
breath away.  I had no choice but to move my hips against 
his possession.  I needed this like I needed my next 
breath.  I looked over at Jarrett, needing his strength of 
will, not to capitulate.

"Help me, Jarrett." I pleaded to him, uselessly. The desire 
was rolling through my body.

"Angel, go with it. I'll be here for you." He told me.

Kevin pulled out of my pussy.  He dipped his finger into my 
pussy swirling it around. He then took that same finger and 
eased it up into my asshole.

"Ahhhh" I groaned and tried to twist away.  He held me down 
with his arm over my stomach. Tears leaked from my eyes as 
I felt the fullness.  "Relax baby, let me stretch you." I 
could feel the stinging ease slightly. He gently started to 
fingerfuck my asshole and I could feel the heat suffuse my 
body.

I could feel my cunt tingle as my ass jiggle up and down 
with the force of his finger rape. "Ohhh, don't stop." I 
moaned, my breathing forced.

He pulled his finger out and said "Here we go baby. Don't 
tighten up." He ordered.  As his huge cock entered my ass 
it felt like it was begin fucked with a red hot poker. He 
grabbed my legs and put them on his shoulders.  I was 
totally exposed to whatever was in his mind to do.  At the 
moment his focus was entirely centered on my bunghole.

The heat began again.  I could feel his black cock going up 
into my tight pink asshole.  Inch by inch his prick made 
its way into my virgin hole.  The sweat on Kevin's brow 
dripped on my breasts.  The concentration on his face sent 
tingles up my body and centered on my asshole.

Kevin reached down to finger my slit.  I was on the edge of 
a massive orgasm.  I could feel it bubbling up along with 
the pussy juice leaking from my cunt to my asshole.  The 
burning eased and pleasure exploded from my cunt as Kevin's 
talented hand and hot cock achieved its goal.

"OHHHHH, fuck my ass harder." I couldn't help but yell. He 
responded by fucking me senseless. His strong hips were 
pistoning back and forth. He groaned loudly and I could 
feel his hot cum cream erupt from his manmeat to splash in 
my rectum.  I didn't think my ass could get any hotter but 
I was wrong.  

Kevin collapse on my chest, my hard nipples poking his hot, 
heaving chest.  I couldn't believe that this evening was 
turning into an evening to remember.  Although it started 
out bad, I couldn't believe that Kevin meant us any harm.

My arms went around his shoulders and my fingers trailed up 
and down his spine.

"Kevin, do you think that you could forget your anger at 
Zach?"  He didn't answer but grunted softly under his 
breath.  "I'll think about it."

"Could you please untie Jarrett, too?" I urged, pushing my 
luck. Kevin rose up on his massive arms.  He strode over to 
Jarrett and untied him.  He pulled on his jeans and shirt.  
He didn't say another word to me as he grabbed his gun and 
left our house.

I went to stand but my legs wouldn't hold me up.  Jarrett 
grabbed me up in his arms and took me to the bathroom.  I 
was wiped out but Jarrett held me, washed me, toweled me 
dry.  He then picked me up and gently placed me on the bed.

I looked up at him, held out my hand, and pleaded, with 
hungry eyes, "Jarrett, please stay with me."