III: Crazy Tapes

MY STEPSON’S HARD DRIVE IS FULL OF HIS XXX TAPES, EPISODE 3: CRAZY TAPES

After Kaleb left, I knew I had a long day ahead of me. I started to go through the drives.

The first ones were just normal videos of Kaleb and his friends drinking, partying, and hanging out at school.

Just random clips, some silly stuff by him, some silly stuff of him.

It was not until I got to the third drive that I truly stopped. The first video was a movie, but it was dubbed in a foreign language. My guess was Korean or Mandarin.

It was weird as Kaleb didn't watch a lot of movies, so I decided to skim through the rest of the files, and that was when I found the first tape.

At first, the screen was a plain, boring brown. But a few seconds in, the camera panned back, and I saw what I had been searching for.

The girl in the video had her back turned to whoever was holding the camera. Big, heavy hands were gripping the jeans leaning dangerously low on her hip as she whimpered and wiggled in his hold.

She was teasing him. I turned up the volume to catch her heavy breathing, and Kaleb’s voice soon filled the room.

“Mind if I take it off?” Kaleb asked. The chair beneath him was not the red comforter in his bedroom or any piece of furniture in this house, so he must have filmed it somewhere else.

His model or friend did not object. I was not even sure what to call her.

She wore a thick pair of jeans, and she had to help him pull them down, though he did most of the work. Her sparkling white panties were buried deep between her full, plump cheeks, and Kaleb’s thick finger rested right against her sensitive skin, squeezing and rubbing. She straddled his lap, and the camera shifted back.

I skipped ahead a few minutes and stopped when the girl in the video turned around and dropped to her knees. She grabbed Kaleb’s shorts, yanking them down to his ankles, and wrapped her hand around him. The moment her slick hand met his thick, hard shaft, my own fingers flew straight to my lips. I bit down on both, fingers and lips. I could feel myself melting, the cave beneath my legs was flowing like a slow stream.

I moved and the wet panties clutched my throbbing labia.

She brought out her warm tongue and licked him clean, tracing every inch. She cocked her head and closed her eyes while Kaleb barked dirty instructions like a movie director.

“Lick it like a lollipop.”

“Choke on it.”

“I want to hear you gag on it.”

“Stroke it.”

“Harder.”

“Stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

I bent my knees together, holding myself together from spilling more than I already had. The call to give in was loud in my ears, between my legs, and on the screen.

Pure curiosity made me skip forward again. When I paused the video, she was screaming right into the camera lens while he held it above his torso, ramming her hard from behind. At some point, he handed the camera to her, marking the very first time I got a good look at his face.

He pulled her body up against his chest, biting her neck just as hard as he fucked her. Thirty minutes in, she was trembling and squirting all over the couch.

My mind was spinning, and my pussy was throbbing with a violent ache. I could not believe the filthy gold mine I had just stumbled upon.

Regular p**n had stopped doing anything for me lately, and Hogan certainly was not the best sexual partner in the long run. This was the most excited I had felt in months, and I absolutely could not just sit quietly and watch.