The Stepfather’s Best Friend (part 2)

Elias didn’t let me leave the bed.

The second I tried to sit up, still shaky and leaking his cum down my thighs, his hand closed around my wrist and pulled me back down. His cock was already hardening again against my hip thick, heavy, slick with the mess we had just made.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was low and rough. “You walked over here bare and dripping for me. You’re not crawling back to that house until I’ve used this cunt the way I’ve been wanting to for weeks.”

I whimpered. The sound was pure need.

He rolled onto his back and dragged me on top of him in one strong motion. My soaked pussy slid along the length of his half-hard cock, smearing his own cum over him. Elias groaned, hands gripping my ass hard enough to bruise.

“Ride it,” he ordered. “Put Daddy’s cock back inside that greedy little hole and fuck yourself on it. I want to watch you work for every inch.”

I reached between us, wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, and guided the swollen head to my entrance. Even though he had just fucked me open, the stretch still burned as I sank down. Inch by inch I took him, moaning the whole way, until I was fully seated and he was buried so deep I could feel him against my cervix.

“Fuuuck…” I breathed, head falling back. “Daddy… you’re so big… it’s so deep…”

“That’s it. Now bounce. Show me how desperate this pussy is for me.”

I planted my hands on his chest and started to move. Slow at first—lifting until only the head stretched me, then dropping down hard so the wet slap of my ass against his hips echoed in the cabin. Every time I took him to the root a fresh trickle of his earlier cum and my own juices leaked out around his cock, making everything filthy and slick.

Elias watched me with dark, hungry eyes, one hand sliding up to squeeze my tits, pinching my nipples until I cried out.

“Look at you,” he rasped. “Riding your stepfather’s best friend’s cock like a filthy little slut. Tits bouncing, cunt dripping, moaning like you can’t live without it. You’ve been starving for this, haven’t you?”

“Yes—ahh fuck—yes Daddy—I’ve needed your cock so bad—”

“Then take it harder. Fuck yourself on it like you mean it.”

I did.  

I started slamming down harder, faster, grinding my clit against him on every downward stroke. The wet, obscene sound of my pussy swallowing his cock over and over filled the room. I was moaning constantly now—high, broken, desperate sounds I couldn’t hold back.

“Ohhh god… Daddy… it feels so good… your cock is stretching me so wide—”

“That’s because this cunt was made to take me. Made to get used and filled whenever I want it.” His hips started thrusting up to meet me, the impact making my whole body jolt. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it—I love your thick cock—I love how it fills me up—please don’t stop, please keep fucking me—”

He sat up suddenly, wrapped an arm around my waist, and started pounding up into me from below. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. I screamed into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as another orgasm built fast and violent.

“Come on it,” he growled against my ear. “Come all over Daddy’s cock. Make a mess.”

I shattered.  

My pussy clamped down hard, pulsing and gushing around him in messy spasms. I moaned his name—and then “Daddy”—over and over while my body shook. Elias kept fucking me through it, never slowing, until the aftershocks made me twitch and whimper.

But he still wasn’t done.

He lifted me off his cock like I weighed nothing. A thick rush of cum poured out of me onto his thighs. Before I could even catch my breath he spun me around, pushed me onto my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, and stepped behind me.

I felt the fat head of his cock rub up and down my dripping slit, then push back inside in one long, brutal thrust.

We both groaned.

He fucked me from behind like he was trying to brand himself into me—deep, hard, relentless strokes that made the wet slap of skin on skin filthy and loud. One hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. The other reached under to rub tight, fast circles over my swollen clit.

“Listen to that cunt,” he snarled. “Listen to how wet and used it sounds taking Daddy’s cock. You’re leaking everywhere. My cum is running down your thighs and you still can’t get enough.”

“I can’t—ahh fuck—I need it—I need your cock so bad it hurts—”

“I know you do. That’s why you’re going to take every inch. That’s why you’re going to come again with my cock buried in this greedy hole.”

He leaned over my back, chest pressed to me, and bit the side of my neck as he slammed deeper. The new angle made me cry out. My arms gave out and I dropped to my elbows, ass still high, taking every punishing thrust.

The desperation was overwhelming now.  

I was moaning nonstop, pushing back to meet him, chasing another orgasm like I was starving for it. The cabin smelled like sex—sweat and cum and my own arousal. Outside, the main house was dark and quiet. My mother and Richard were sleeping just twenty yards away while their best friend fucked me senseless.

“I’m close again,” Elias warned, voice strained. “I’m gonna fill this pussy one more time. You want it?”

“Yes—please Daddy—fill me—breed my cunt—I want every drop—”

He buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan and came hard. Thick, hot pulses flooded me so deep I could feel them. He kept grinding, locked inside, making sure nothing spilled until he was finished. The feeling of him throbbing and pumping inside me pushed me over the edge again—my third orgasm of the night ripping through me in violent waves while I moaned brokenly into the sheets.

We stayed like that for a long time, both panting, his cock still buried in my cum-filled pussy. His hand stroked down my spine almost gently, but the possession in his voice was pure filth when he finally spoke.

“You’re not going back to that house tonight,” he said. “You’re staying right here. I’m going to keep this cunt full until the sun comes up. And every time you think you can’t take any more… I’m going to remind you exactly how desperate you are for Daddy’s cock.”

He slowly pulled out.  

A heavy rush of cum followed, pouring out of me and dripping onto the sheets in thick strands. Elias watched it with dark satisfaction, then scooped some onto his fingers and pushed them into my mouth from behind.

“Swallow. Taste how thoroughly I’ve claimed what’s mine.”

I sucked his fingers clean, moaning around them.