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Authors name: Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)
Story title : Dark Coercion #2:Raping My Stepmom

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Dark Coercion #2:Raping My Stepmom
By Jaz (jaz1701@webtv.net)

***

I guess I'm a pretty normal guy. I'm 5ft 10 in, 167 lbs. 
I work out, but am not a muscle freak. I'm a freshman in 
college, but I have this baby-smooth, innocent face that 
makes me look a lot younger than I really am. My dad is a 
Heart Surgeon, and a pretty good one at that. We are not 
really close. 

When I was 16 he left my mom and married Susan the Slut. 
Mom really loved him, and she never recovered. She 
started drinking--a lot. Mix that with pills, and chronic 
depression, and she was a real mess. I don't know how, or 
why but about a year ago she lost control of her car and 
went off the side of the highway. There were no skid 
marks. I want to be honest; it's hard to love a pill 
popping, depressed drunk. 

So I am not going to pretend I was completely devastated. 
Financially I was set. I got the house, cars, bank 
accounts, and jewelry. The large insurance policy paid 
double, if mom died in an accident, and double that if 
she was dismembered. Drive a mustang convertible off a 
cliff at 70 mph, with no seatbelt...trust me, you're 
gonna be dismembered. 

Here's the thing. As bad as my mom was at the end, with 
all of her faults, I still loved her. I can still 
remember the woman who baked me cookies, cheered like a 
loon for me at my little league games and asked me how 
was my day--and then really listened to the answer. I 
still remember the kind lady who volunteered for 
charities and loved my dad. We used to be a family, and 
it hurts that we aren't anymore. 

Of course I moved in with my dad and Susan. We all knew 
it was temporary, but for a while I was stuck. My dad is 
in his mid forties. He first met Susan a few years after 
she graduated with Honors from NYU. He hired her as an 
executive office assistant. She was a tall, leggy blonde, 
with big, fat tits. Susan was the kind of woman that 
stupid men called bimbos. It was easy to think of her as 
just a fuckable slut, a dumb whore. But she wasn't. Susan 
was the kind of woman who used her looks and her brains 
to get ahead. She was manipulative, charming, funny, and 
incredibly beautiful.

She had my dad's dick wrapped around her little finger. 
She had him fooled, but she couldn't fool me. Probably 
because I saw her as the women who ruined my life, and 
indirectly caused my mother's death. That tends to dilute 
the lust spell. Oh I still thought she was hot, I still 
wanted to suck her tits. I did wonder how her pussy 
tasted, and imagined making her choke on my cock. I 
dreamed of putting her in her place, of making her pay. I 
mean I was still a horny, virgin teenager. 

Sometimes I'd imagine she was my woman that I was allowed 
to fuck her pretty little mouth. Susan was a big girl. 
5ft 9inches, all curves and tits and ass. She had this 
soft, sexy, sultry voice that did something to me. I know 
it was wrong, and I did not like her. I just wanted to 
wipe that superior look off her face. To hear her 
whimper, and moan and cum for me, on my command. I knew 
how I'd do it. I'd strip her slow and make her watch as I 
sucked her tits. God I love tits. 

When I get my own woman, I'm gonna suck on her tits all 
day. Sniff em, and suck em, and lick em, and fuck em. I'm 
gonna learn how to make my girl cum, and drip and scream 
my name. I want Susan panting, wild with lust. Then I'll 
spread her open, hold her down, and slo-wl-y fuck her. 
Fuck, thrust, bang, slam, repeat, repeat, repeat. I could 
see it now, I could just taste her arousal, smell her 
lust for me. 

"John, please, please, I need you, I need your fat cock. 
FUCK MEEeeee! Ahgahd, Ahgahd, you own me, I'll do 
anything, let me cum, please let your little girl cum. H, 
h, how can you do it? How can you fuck me so long, you're 
the best. Do anything you want to me, Rape me daddy, fuck 
my pussy as hard as you like, rip my ass open. You're the 
best, the best, nobody has ever fucked me harder, longer, 
better, John I love you!!" she'd scream as she came, as 
she begged me for more. 

She'd get it too. I'd fuck her tight pussy all night. I 
could control myself. I'd bring myself right to the edge 
of orgasm and then delay it, control it, master it. In 
reality, I could barely stand her. In my dreams, in my 
fantasies I fucked Susan any time I wanted to, and loved 
it.

Somehow though, slowly it stopped being a fantasy, and 
became a plan. I know exactly when it started to change. 

I came home one day and could hear my dad's voice on the 
answering machine. Susan had picked up a little too late. 

"Hang on a minute Beth, Dr. Littledick will stop talking 
in a second, " Susan joked to her sister on the phone. 

It came to me in a flash, she doesn't know! Obviously 
Susan did not know how the new machine worked. She 
thought it would turn off, stop recording. But she was 
wrong. Once it starts, it records for 3 minutes. Long 
enough to leave a message, long enough for Susan to 
incriminate herself. After the "Were not home, leave a 
message" finished, Susan assumed the machine was off, and 
resumed her conversation. 

She was wrong. 

"Hey Beth, I'm glad you called...no nothing much really. 
Same ol shit. It's just hard. Letting that fat old fart 
fuck me. Having to smile at him while I suck his dick," 
she complained bitterly to her sister and best friend. 
The machine was still taping. 

"Why don't you leave him, I mean you obviously can't 
stand him, you've only been married for a little over a 
year. Cut your losses honey and move on I say." 

Oh god, would she do it? Would she really admit to not 
loving my dad, on tape?

"I am miserable. Beth, I hate my life right now. I have 
no career, I'm married to a man I don't love, fucking a 
horny old goat. He makes me feel so cheap. Then you throw 
in that creepy kid of his, I mean shit he's 18, has 
plenty of money, and his own home. Why the fuck does he 
have to stay with us?! There's something about him that 
freaks me out, like he's just a little too smooth, too 
icy-Norman Bates- calm. I can't put my finger on it but, 
I don't like the little twerp."

"I'm going to tell you a secret, nobody can ever know. I 
can't leave Beth, not yet. I've only been married 14 
months. Our Prenuptial agreement says I don't get a penny 
for 3 years. Then I'm free, a full partner, a straight 
50/50 split. I'll be a multi millionaire before I'm 30. I 
want that money Beth, I'll do anything to get it. If I 
have to suck his cock, let him touch me with his filthy 
hands, I'll do it. I'll smile, and think of my money."
 
Perfect, I had her. Susan was in the kitchen. I snuck 
into the Den and turned the answering machine off. Then I 
popped a new tape in, and took her confession with me. 

That tape gave me leverage, I could probably ruin her 
marriage with it, pay the bitch back for what she had 
done to my family. But...the thing is, Susan was sneaky, 
smart, and so damn sexy. I vowed to myself that I would 
not underestimate her. I had to factor in our respective 
relationships with my dad. 

He loved her, he was almost obsessed with her body. I 
could hear my dad fucking her, wheezing and puffing, and 
groaning as he slammed into her. He'd get this sheepish, 
smug, shit-eating grin afterwards. My dad would want to 
believe her. Compare that to my lukewarm relationship 
with him. If my story was true then he was just a fat old 
fool, who had been played. She could claim the tape was 
just a joke, or taken out of context. That she had been 
mad that day and was blowing off steam. 

Finally, if he divorced her I would get some 
satisfaction, some righteous pleasure... but I felt I 
deserved more. 

It was a damn good start, but I needed more. I'm pretty 
good with computers, but I'm no super geek like some of 
my friends. I don't have the expertise or equipment to be 
a hacker. Thing is, if you have a few basic pieces of 
information you don't need any equipment, you can ruin 
somebody's life very easily. Trust me, I know.

One night, Susan left her wallet out, when she went to 
bed. I got her credit cards, Social Security number, 
Driver's License, and made copies on the scanner. I 
replaced everything. About a week later I engaged her in 
conversation, asked about her family. We were talking 
about funny last names and I asked what her mother's 
maiden name was. She told me. 

Some of you see where this is going. If you know a 
person's Social Security, Credit Card # and Mother's 
maiden name, for all intents and purposes you ARE that 
person online. But I wanted one other thing. One day 
while Susan was on the computer upstairs, I used my cell 
phone to dial our house. I had already hidden all the 
cordless phones that were upstairs. Susan ran downstairs 
mumbling under her breath to answer the phone. 

She left the computer active. 

She was already on AOL, so I went in under her profile 
and changed her password. I did not need to enter her 
current password since it was already signed on. Susan 
only used the computer a couple of times a week so I 
would have a few days. The next time she used AOL she 
would not be able to get in. So what, she would call 
Customer Service, prove who she was, and they would reset 
her. 

For the next three days I was Susan. I could compose and 
send e-mails in her name. I could access her online 
banking account, and transfer funds. I could save the 
nastiest, filthiest porn sites in her favorites, on the 
computer she shared with my father. 

Over the next 3 days I sent dozens of fake e-mails to 
bogus addresses. Nobody received them, but they looked 
legit. I then printed them out and saved them in a 
password-protected file. 

Here's one I sent to Beth@hotmail

Dear Sis,

I hate my life, Ronald is such a bad lover, I dream of 
fucking John. God I'm horny. I can't wait to leave him 
and take all his money. At least I have my lovers on the 
side to keep me happy. God I hope Ronald dies so I can 
have it all. Hmmm maybe I should help him a little...ha, 
ha, just kidding. I'll earn my money the old fashioned 
way, I'll fuck the fat bastard for it. 

Love,

Susan." 

I created and printed several e-mails just like that. 
Then I transferred, $8,000 a few CDs and some stock from 
their joint account, to her personal savings account. It 
seems she had already been doing this, but on a much 
smaller scale. $300 here, maybe a thousand there, my dad 
never even missed it. Before I HELPED her, she had 
$15,000 socked away. But he would definitely notice 
$8,000. 

So that was my plan. Susan might be able to explain the 
answering machine tape, or the bank transfers, or even 
the incriminating e-mails, but even she could not explain 
it ALL. 

I decide to rub her face in it, to savor her defeat. My 
dad was going out of town to a medical conference on 
Thursday and would not be back until Tuesday. 

I was watching TV when they came downstairs. Dad was 
about to leave for the airport. Susan had a freshly 
fucked look on her face, and a thin sneer of disgust. My 
dad looked relaxed and happy. He shook my hand and said 
goodbye and then led her to the front door. 

"Mmm baby I'm going to miss you so much, I'll be thinking 
of you. Give papa bear a kiss goodbye, he said as he 
began licking and kissing his wife. Slowly the kiss 
intensified and he was pressing her hard against the 
door. He was pawing at her round tits and sucking her 
neck sloppily. Susan appeared to be trying to endure it, 
but seemed impatient. From where I was peeking, I could 
see them, but they could not see me.

"Damn woman, you've gotten me all worked up again. Suck 
me off Susan, I need a quickie," dad said as he squeezed 
her meaty ass hard, cupping and massaging her lewdly. She 
seemed surprised. They were standing at the front door, 
and my dad wanted a blowjob, while I was in the next 
room. 

(Not sure what her problem was...)

"Ron, we can't, that's gross, your son will hear us. 
He'll know what we are doing, you are so loud. Please, we 
can't. " 

"Shhh baby, do as I say. Get on your knees and suck my 
aching cock. Do a good job and I'll cum quick, I'll be 
quiet I promise. As far as John...fuck him, I need you 
baby, Papa bear needs his little mama's moist, mouth," he 
said as he grinded his cock into her crotch, grabbed that 
delicious ass again, and sucked on her tongue. 

Susan seemed quite frustrated as she reluctantly dropped 
to her knees in our hallway and unzipped my dad. He was 
completely erect. My dad is not really small, he's a 
little over six inches. The problem was his dick was on 
the thin side, and his gut kind of hung over and got in 
the way. It made him look smaller than he really was. 

"Oh shit you gorgeous slut, suck me, suck my big dick 
down. Thas, it, Thas nice. Lick the tip baby, lick the 
tip!" he hissed and moaned and groaned, while pulling 
Susan's face against his stomach. 

I could hear her gagging as she struggled to swallow him, 
dad was in her throat now, and she clearly did not like 
it...and he clearly did not notice or care. It lasted for 
about 4 minutes. I felt myself getting hard as I watched 
my dad slam, thrust, fuck Susan's pretty face. The best 
part was that after listening to her tape I knew that she 
hated it. What woman wouldn't be humiliated, for all she 
knew I would walk by and catch them, for all she knew 
"The little Twerp" could be watching "Littledick" fuck 
her into gagging, humiliating submission. 

"I'm gonna cum Susan, oh shit daddy is cumming now!" Dad 
bellowed as he rammed it in and held her head tight 
against his crotch. 

It was a good, slow cum and Susan kept trying to spit it 
out. Dad just ignored her muffled complaints. Finally she 
swallowed. Dad patted her on the head, zipped up and said 
"Thanks honey that was great, I'm late. I'll see you 
Tuesday, Luv ya! " he said as he rushed off to catch his 
plane.

Susan sat in the hallway, tears of anger and frustration 
streaming down her pretty face. It was perfect, it was 
time. I quickly got the e-mails I had printed and the 
micro cassette recorder. I laid them on the couch and 
then I walked into the hallway and stood over Susan. 
"Are you ok, I saw the whole thing. Jesus...is it always 
like that? How do you stand it? C'mere let's go sit down 
and talk for a bit," I said as I helped her to her feet, 
gave her a quick hug and led her to the couch. Susan was 
ashamed, that I had seen her show, and shocked that I was 
being so nice to her. I took a finger and wiped a thick 
clump of the my father's cum off her pouty lips. She 
blushed a lovely shade of pink.

I traced my finger over her top and bottom lips, 
caressing them to make sure they were spunk free. I 
looked down in her eyes and asked if she was really ok. 
She instinctively licked her lips, and softly said she 
was. It was clear though that she needed a little comfort 
and I got a kick out of consoling her. She stiffened when 
I put my arm around her shoulder, but did not say 
anything. 

"Susan, my dad was wrong to treat you that way. You are 
his wife and he acted like you were a $10 crack whore! 
Forcing you to swallow like some dirty slut, fucking your 
face by the front door and then patting your head like 
you were a dog! I am shocked, he does not respect you at 
all, does he? You are just a wet mouth, a pair of juicy 
tits, a tight pussy, and a sweet, round ass, to him. How 
do you stand it? What could ever make you stay with a man 
like that? He's fat, old, and cruel. You must really love 
him to let him make a fool out of you, to let him 
disrespect and completely humiliate you like that. Oh no, 
c'mon, it's ok let it all out, I'm here...I'm here," I 
shushed her and hugged her tighter, as she cried and blew 
mucus on my chest. 

I held my stepmother in my arms for about a minute, until 
she could compose herself. She felt so soft and warm and 
helpless, snuggle against me. Finally she became 
embarrassed and pulled away a little.

"John, I'm sorry about that...I don't know why I got so 
upset. I guess I'm pretty ashamed that you saw me like 
that. Did you really watch the WHOLE thing, ALL of it? 
(Sigh) I'd really appreciate it if we just forgot all 
about it. I don't want to talk about what happened 
anymore."

"Sure Susie, I can understand, let's talk about something 
else. Hmm...I know, let's listen to this cassette I came 
across, " I said as I pushed play. 

Soon the sound of Susan's voice filled the room. She 
listened in fear and anger as her disgust and contempt of 
my father and me was revealed. Her face went pale as she 
outlined her plan to become a millionaire. 

"Why how did you get that you little shit! Give me that 
tape!" she sputtered. 

I held the recorder out of her reach and fended her off. 

"Settle down and shut the fuck up bitch. I got you now, I 
finally got your ass. I knew! Somehow I always knew that 
a woman like you couldn't really love a man like my 
father. You're just in it for the money. Well guess what 
slut, it's over. When my dad hears this tape, you are out 
on the street. Just like any other whore. I got you 
Susan. That's what you get for breaking up a marriage. 
It's your fault, everything that happened to my mom and 
me is your fault. Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU!!" I 
roared. 

I could feel the blood pounding in my head, I was losing 
it, I wanted to hit her, to smash that arrogant mouth, to 
cause her a fraction of the pain I felt. Oh god, it would 
feel so good to hear her scream,, shriek, beg, cry. 

I guess I stared to scare myself a little, something bad 
was happening to me. I did not like it. If started, I 
don't think I could have stopped. I really believe I 
might have hurt her bad. I needed a minute to catch my 
breath, and regain my composure. So I stood up, moved 
away from her and cleared my head. Susan used that time 
to try and figure a way out. 

"John, listen to me. No matter how I feel about your 
father, he loves me. That tape proves nothing. I'll tell 
him you and your computer geek friends faked it, or that 
I was kidding around. He's going to believe me. That one 
tape does not erase the fact that I am his wife and he 
loves me." 

That made me smile, even chuckle a little, and helped to 
calm me down. 

"I don't know Susan, you might be right. Thing is, the 
tape is not ALL I have. I have e-mails sent from your 
account that back up the tape. I also have proof of you 
transferring/stealing money from his bank account to your 
own. I did not even need my geek friends to help me. Why 
don't you save yourself some embarrassment. Pack your 
bags and get out of my father's house, before he gets 
home," I sneered in triumph.

Susan was stunned. She could not believe that an 18 yr 
old twerp could beat her. Then she said something I did 
not expect. It changed my life, both of our lives 
forever. 

"Ok John, you win. What do I have to do to stop you from 
playing that tape. I'll do anything. I'll give you some 
of the money, a million dollars...2 million? Please 
anything!"

I want to be clear: it was never my plan to Rape Susan. I 
wanted to hurt her. Mentally, physically, emotionally, 
but NOT sexually. I'm not that kind of person. I wanted 
to end her marriage, ruin her plans, and pay her back for 
my mother's death. But when a beautiful woman tells a 
virgin Teenager that she'll "do ANYTHING"--how could I 
not think of sex, it was her own fault really.

Add in the fact that we were home alone, and that I have 
had rape fantasies about this woman for years...I think 
you can see that I did not have a choice. Any man would 
have done the same thing. The only thing I felt a little 
weird about was fucking my dad's wife. Then I remembered 
his final words about me. "Fuck him, I want a blow job." 
I realized my dad would understand. Especially if I saved 
him a few million dollars. I had no intention of playing 
fair with Susan, she had to pay.

In short, I planned to have my slut and fuck her too. 

"Susan I went through a lot of trouble setting you up. 
You say you'll do anything... let's talk about that. It's 
true I don't have millions but with my mom's insurance 
money, bank accounts cars and stock, etc I really am 
pretty well set for money. Still I would not mind some 
more. Let's say 50/50, whatever cash you get in the 
divorce settlement I get half. You can keep the property, 
cars, jewels, furs for yourself. You will have earned it. 
Do we have a deal?" 

Susan was livid, to have to share that much money was 
hard for a greedy, money hungry slut to take. But she had 
no choice. 

"Fine, you asshole. It's not fair but FINE!" 

That got me to laughing again. I could barely keep a 
straight face as I let the other shoe drop. 

"BTW, Susie, there's one other thing. You don't like it 
but fucking my dad gets you your money. If you weren't 
his fuck toy, you would not get paid. It occurs to me 
that I deserve the same deal. After all I could stop you 
from getting paid by showing him the tape, letters and 
bank statements. You said you'd do anything? Fine then I 
want you to be my woman until my dad gets back. I want 
you to be my obedient, submissive, fantasy fuck-slut for 
the next 5 days. Your body belongs to me. Do that, and 
you get your money. I'm not going to force you, the 
choice is yours."

She sat there quietly seething for a few minutes. Susan 
was a bright woman, and I guess she figured this was what 
I was leading up to all along. Oh she was upset, angry, 
and a little scared but, she was also a vicious, cornered 
animal. I don't know what she would do, what lengths she 
would go to get her fortune. 

"John, I can't believe you are doing this to me. It is 
sick and cruel. You'd really do this, make me your rape 
slut, steal half of my money? I, I, need some time to 
think it over," she said as she rose to leave the room. 

Fu-uh-ck that, no way I let you out of my sight. 

"Sure Susan, I understand you can have a few minutes, but 
if you leave the room the deal is off. I want the money, 
I want your luscious body, but I don't trust you. Sit 
back down and tell me what/when you decide." 

That really shook her up. She realized I had her in a 
box. She might be able to turn the tables on me later, 
but not now. She took it like a slut, like a real pro.

"I'll do it, I'll let you have me. I won't like it, you 
are worse than your father, at least he loves me in his 
warped way. You are just a rapist. How can you do this, 
we're supposed to be family. I am your father's wife!" 
She hissed in outrage.

To be honest I barely heard her. All I could think about 
was that I was finally quitting the club. Me and a few of 
my buds had admitted to each other that we were all 
(still) virgins at 18. We aren't nerds (um, well at least 
I'M not), we just never found the right girl, or she was 
dating somebody else. 

Take me for instance, I had been friends with this 
attractive girl name Rebecca for years. I was halfway in 
love with her. She was an honorary member of our club, 
she was still a virgin. Bright, funny, sexy, and one of 
my best friends. Perfect right? I waited for her fresh, 
young pussy for 2 years in High School. I'm still 
waiting. Rebecca was not out of the closet yet...but it 
was clear that she liked girls better than guys. I loved 
her, and kept hoping that maybe she'd give me a chance. 
But it did not look good. Well I was done waiting, I'm 18 
and I wanted to fuck. Bad, really, really bad. 

"Susan take you clothes off, I want to see you naked 
now." She was embarrassed and tried to stall, but finally 
she pulled her t-shirt off, and then her jeans. Susan had 
on pink panties and a lacey cotton candy colored bra.

"C'mere, let me help you." 

She reluctantly walked over and stood in front of me. 
Then she turned around humbly so I could undo her bra. 
She was trembling slightly and so was I. I ran my hands 
down her arms and then hugged her hard, pulling her ass 
tight against my crotch. My hands cupped her fat 38C tits 
through her bra and squeezed. Susan let out this little 
gasp, and a startled "Ohh!" as I began rolling her 
nipples. 

I took the bra off and threw it aside. Then I peeled the 
panties off her plump bottom. it was jiggling, and I 
could not help grabbing each cheek and massaging them 
hard. Pulling them far apart, and then smashing, rubbing, 
smushing them back together. I played with my stepmom's 
tits and ass for several minutes before leading her to my 
father's bed. 

"I want you wet for me, play with your pussy Susie, get 
it nice and wet.. I want to hear it, I want to smell it." 

She actually blushed at that, and muttered, "You sick 
bastard." But she obeyed me. Susan closed her eyes and 
started rolling her nipples. They were hard and long and 
tasty looking. 

"Keep your eyes open, look at me, always look at me. 
Good, now spread your legs wide so I can see." Susan 
dipped two fingers inside her cunt and was moving it 
around, and then thrusting it in and out. She started 
brushing her clit and breathing faster. Her eyes had this 
unfocused look as she stared up at me. 

"That's it, keep it up slut. Cum for me, cum for your 
master. You know you want to. Right here in my father's 
bed, I want to see you spill your juices," I taunted my 
stepmom as she slipped into her orgasm. 

"Oh, oh, oh, no shit, Ahgad, you fucker!" she wailed as 
her pussy gushed.

"Put your hands under it, don't let it spill, cup it, 
catch it, catch your cum. That's a good girl." I cooed. 

Then I got on the bed between her wide-open legs and 
dripping pussy.

"Feed it to me Susan, let me taste your cum. Susan's 
hands were shaking as she held her dainty cum slicked 
hand up to my face. I stuck my tongue out and lapped at 
her sticky palms for several seconds before greedily, 
licking and sucking each of her fingers. She was simply 
delicious. I'd never tasted anything like her. Sweet and 
salty, creamy yet sticky. I wanted more. 

"Sit on my face Susan, put that steaming cunt on my 
mouth. Grind it, hump me you beautiful slut. Don't be 
shy, don't be gentle, FUCK ME. I'm gonna eat you dry. 
Give that fucking pussy to me now!" Susan straddled my 
face and began bouncing hard on top of it. I grabbed her 
ass and shoved her even harder, while bringing my mouth 
up to vacuum suck her wet cunt. I kept licking and 
slurping and breathing her aroma, until she came a second 
time with a pitiful groan. Then I sat up and began 
tracing my name on her pussy. "J-o-h-n", I wrote with my 
finger, sending shivers through her each time I tickled 
her clit. By now I was ready to burst. I wanted her so 
bad, but I knew I had to go slow or I would embarrass 
myself. She looked so hot, naked and wet, completely 
spent. 

"Susan sit up baby. Take my clothes off. Get me ready for 
you, get me naked." 

Woodenly she obeyed. Susan unbuttoned my shirt and pulled 
my slacks off. She seemed surprised at the thick bulge in 
my boxer briefs. My cock is not the longest I'm just a 
little over 7 inches, but it is very thick, with a fat 
doorknob head. Susan had not fucked anyone but my dad for 
the past few years. A horny, thick-dicked teenager was 
quite different. 

She pulled my briefs down and just stared at my twitching 
meat. I pushed her back down and rested on top of her 
naked body and slowly kissed her. My dick was bumping 
around outside the entrance to her sopping wet vagina, 
playfully trying to slip inside where it was warm. But 
right now I wanted to taste her sweet little mouth. Have 
you ever just wanted to kiss a woman? To lick and suck, 
and just inhale her? To utterly posses her mouth, to 
claim it for yourself. That's how I felt. At first she 
just stayed still underneath me, her tits pressing into 
my chest, her arms flat at her side. 

But the more I kissed her, the more times my dick rubbed 
her pussy and clit, she seemed to thaw out a bit. Finally 
she opened her mouth just a little. I sucked her pink 
tongue and she let me. She did not completely give in, 
but she accepted my mouth on hers. Her breasts were so 
soft and warm against my chest that I decided to taste 
them too. I took my time with her. 

I wanted my first time to be special, tender. I wanted 
her to enjoy it, to teach me how to be a good lover. 
There would be plenty of time for some of my nastier 
fantasies later. I scooched down and buried my face 
between her beautiful breasts and blew raspberries on her 
tits. That made her laugh. Her left breast felt warmer 
than her right so I started sucking it. She was breathing 
heavy now and these tiny gasps and moans were slipping 
out of her mouth. I gently flicked her right nipple, 
before licking it, and nipping it between my teeth. Susan 
started thrashing about wildly, running her hands through 
my hair, squealing with pleasure. 

"I'm going to fuck you now baby, open your legs, get 
ready." She did not move. 

"John I don't want you cumming inside of me, do you have 
a condom? I'm on the pill, but still I'd prefer it if you 
wore one. I don't want there to be any chance of you 
getting me pregnant. I'm your stepmother." 

Who the fuck did she think she was? The stuck up bitch 
thought she was too good for my cock, and my cum. Fuck 
her, I'd teach her a lesson.

"Susan, let's get something straight I'm gong to fuck 
you. I'm NOT wearing a condom. Furthermore you will NOT 
take your pill for the next 5 days. I don't know if I can 
get you pregnant, but that is just a chance you will have 
to take. This weekend is about ME, about MY wants and 
needs. Your job is to be my woman, to make me happy. I 
just want your pussy, I just want to rent it for a little 
while, I'll give it back. Now be a good girl, shut the 
fuck up and let me fuck you." 

With that I forced her legs apart and lined my dick up. 
It was a little awkward at first, figuring how to get in 
the right position, the proper angle. Finally I had to 
stick a finger inside her pussy and feel my way around, 
then it made sense. She did not help me, but she didn't 
say no either. She was pretty wet after the orgasms and 
tit sucking, and after a good, hard push I popped inside. 
Fucking a thin dicked man, for so long left her pussy 
nice and tight for me (Thanks dad!). I could feel my cock 
scraping and dragging along the walls of her pussy. 
Finally I was balls deep and bottomed out. 

"Mmm do you like that Susie, does it feel good having 
your stepson inside of you? Oh shit, I love it, I love 
your pussy! I'm not a virgin anymore! Oh god, do you know 
how many times, how long I'm gonna fuck you?! Uh, how, 
uh, does, mmm, that, ahhh feel, groannn. Take it, take 
it, take my cock. What, oh shit not already, not so 
soon...aieeeee, ow, ow, owe fuck I'm cummingggg!" 

I think I lasted about 45 seconds. 

I rolled off Susan, a little disappointed in myself, I 
knew I could do better than that (I swear I can!). I 
looked over at her and could not believe it. She was 
laughing at me! 

"Hee, heee, haa, snicker. What the fuck was that! Even 
your fat father lasts longer than that. Giggle, snort, 
snicker."

At first I was mad, but then I got the giggles too, her 
laughter was infectious. I started thinking about all the 
things I would do to my stepmom over the next 5 days. The 
humiliation, how many times I would fuck her. I thought 
about her sucking my cock, drinking my cum. Heh, heh, oh 
shit I was going to enjoy fucking my beautiful, stepmom 
against her will. Best of all, after fucking her silly, 
trusting slutty ass, for 5 days, I might still play the 
tape for my dad when he got home. I might still ruin her 
life. Then again maybe I won't. Heh, heh, chuckle.

We lay there snuggled up tight, content, and spent. I 
dipped a finger in her cunt and rubbed her gently . My 
half limp dick was resting on her ass, and my arm was 
hugging her close. I might be quick to fire, but I was 
also quick to reload. 

"Soon baby, I'll be ready to rape you again real soon," I 
playfully whispered to my stepmom as my dick got hard in 
her ass. I chuckled again as I felt her stiffen in 
surprise. 

We were going to have a lot of fun n the next 5 days. 
Well...at least I was. Heh.

END

Author's Note:

This one was a long time in the making. I realized that I 
had never written a step-story. Which is kind of odd. I 
mean my dad is a true, honest to goodness American hound 
dog. He's been married 4 times and I have no idea how 
many live in lover/sluts I got to meet growing up. It's 
kind of a strange dynamic. I mean here is this woman who 
typically was at least 10 to 15 years younger than my 
dad, and about the same range older than me.. Figure mid 
twenties to early 30's. 

As a group they were attractive, intelligent women who 
worked with my dad. All college graduates, one had a PHD 
fer cryin out loud. They all were upward climbers, 
opportunists. At the time I was quite critical of that 
trait, but as I get a little older I'm not sure that is 
as evil a thing as I used to. I'd spend about six weeks a 
year with these women (Weekends, Summer, Holidays) 
Picture a horny teenager in a house with a woman he 
barely knows.

My dad traveled a lot on business. I remember the first 
time it hit me. Stepmom #1 thought I was outside. She got 
out of the shower and walked down the hallway in a towel 
that barely covered her ass and did next to nothing for 
her ample tits. I came up the stairs and almost bumped 
into her. We both stood there, she was blushing, trying 
to cover up. I was 15, and just stared. 

At that moment I did not care that she was my father's 
wife. I did not care that she was the woman who split my 
parents up. Nothing happened of course, but I still 
remember it, 15+ years later So Susan, wherever you are 
this one is for you. 

(I also had a fairly embarrassing answering machine mix-
up, but I'm just too shy to share it here. Blush-blush.)

There now I can rest easy.

Drop me a line at jaz1701@webtv.net 
Jaz 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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