Getting to Know My New Step-Father

Ever since my parents got divorced, I've been very bitter towards any of my mom's new boyfriends. I know it sounds childish but I just kept dreaming that my parents would fall back in love again so I kept acting like a complete bitch towards any guy my mother brought home. At first my mom was understanding of my feelings but then she started telling me to "wake up and grow up".

When she started dating Chris, I was instantly concerned that she might keep him around for good. The first time I saw him I couldn't believe that it was possible for a 42 year old man to be so good looking. He had a smile that made my heart throb so I knew getting my mom to get rid of him would be difficult.

Whenever Chris came over, I would hide out in my bedroom. Any talking we did was brief. Our most typical conversation was him asking, "Hey, Sadie, how are you?" and me grumbling back some sort of "fine" or "whatever" under my breath.

Avoiding Chris became a whole lot harder after my mother announced that he would be moving in and that they were engaged. Apparently they had been engaged for a few weeks but they didn't know how to tell me. I was pissed. I made every effort to make Chris want to leave but shortly after my eighteenth birthday, my mother informed me that if my attitude towards Chris didn't change then it would be me who would be leaving, not Chris. This made me stop being a total bitch but I still made no effort to get to know Chris or even talk to him.

A few nights before their wedding, I had a dream about screwing Chris. He was on top of me pushing his cock deep into me while licking my nipples. I was just about to climax when Chris woke me up telling me that my alarm clock had been going off for ten minutes. "Must've been a good dream you were having if you could sleep through ten minutes of that obnoxious thing." He had no idea.

As planned, my mom and Chris got married a few days later and went to Hawaii for a week long honeymoon. Within the week they were gone I had two more wet dreams about Chris.

A week after returning home from Hawaii, my mom had to go out of town for two days for work. She said that with her out of town and Chris off of work for the next two days, it would be a perfect chance for Chris and I to bond and that she didn't want to hear anything about me going out with my friends or hiding in my room. I was to spend the next two days doing nothing but getting to know Chris and trying to change my attitude about him.

My mom got on a flight out of town at 8 a.m. and by 9 a.m. I already wanted to kill myself. I could tell that Chris was really trying but I couldn't stand much more of "So, what are your hobbies?" and "What's your favorite sport?"

Finally as we were eating lunch Chris cracked. "Look, Sadie, I know you don't like me and you've made it your mission to be a complete bitch to me but your mother really wants us to get along and I'd really like it if you could stop being such a bitch and meet me in the middle here. Do you think I really want to spend two days hanging out with someone who wants me to drop dead? No! So let's cut the bull shit and act like the adults that we both are."

My jaw dropped. Chris had never spoken to me like that before and my clit pulsed at the sound of his stern voice. "Okay, I'm sorry, you're right. Obviously you're not going anywhere so I might as well get used to you and make an effort." I finally broke too.

"Good," he started, "now let's see, there's got to be something we have in common."

I laughed. What could Chris and I really have in common? Suddenly, I noticed him staring at my breasts as they were practically hanging out of the tank top I was wearing and I didn't even know it. "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize," I said as I fixed my top.

"No, no, I'm sorry I didn't even realize I was staring. But since you caught me, tell me what size are you anyway?"

My clit pulsed again. He was actually interested in my tits. "36 C," I replied with a sexy smile. I watched him shift in his chair uncomfortably. "Is there something wrong?" I asked.

He stared at me unsure. "Well, uh, don't get all weird but the other night I had a sex dream about you and in my dream you were a size 36 C and I was just wondering if I was right."

I laughed out loud. "You had a sex dream about me? Well I just found something we have in common." His eyes lit up and I could practically see his cock stand up straight through his jeans. "Well, was I any good?" I asked breaking the awkward silence.

He moaned. "You were great! It was like nothing before. It's silly, though, it was only a dream."

I smiled. "Hell, I bet I'd be better in real life." I could tell he was unsure of what I was implying so I got up and straddled him on the kitchen chair. "Want to find out?" I asked in the sexiest voice possible.

He nodded his head and we both practically ran upstairs to my bedroom. He pushed me down onto my bed and began to kiss my neck as he was unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down below my ass. I took all my clothes off while he continued to kiss every newly exposed part of my body. "Wow, Sadie, you have an even better ass than I imagined."

I took all of his clothes off so that we were both completely nude. His cock was bigger than I imagined. I instantly wanted to taste his cock so I began to lick the head of it slowly as I listened to Chris let out a few sexy moans. I licked up and down his cock and sucked on his balls stopping just before he enjoyed it to much. I didn't want him to finish yet. I was having way too much fun.

"You fucking little tease!" he cried. "You're not even gonna suck me off? I want to explode all over you!" I smiled and kept teasing his cock with my tongue. After a moment he pulled me up from his cock. "That's enough you little slut. It's my turn."

With that he threw me on the bed and began to lick my clit. He licked my pussy better than anyone ever has before. He slowly slid one finger into my pussy then two. He was pounding his fingers into my pussy while licking my clit, I thought I was gonna explode. Just before I could, Chris stopped and told me to roll over. I quickly did as he said. He slapped my ass and I felt my pussy get even wetter. "You ever been fucked in the ass, Sadie?" I shook my head no. I hadn't ever had anal before but basically because I just never got with a guy who asked. "Good, I'm gonna have me some nice, tight, virgin, asshole." He slapped my ass again as he pounded his cock into my ass.

At first it hurt but soon the pain turned into pure pleasure. As he pounded his cock into my asshole, he rubbed my clit and periodically slid a finger or two into my pussy. Each time he did it I thought I was going to climax but he would pull out just before I could. "I'm not done with you yet," he'd say.

After a few minutes of fucking my asshole, he told me to lay on my back again. He quickly rammed his cock into my pussy, thrusting and moaning. Hearing both of us moan together made my pussy even more wet!

"Fuck me harder!" I moaned.

He smiled and rammed his cock into me even harder. "You're just a perfect little slut aren't you?"

I nodded my head in agreement. While thrusting into me he began licking my nipples and biting them gently. I began moaning even louder.

"You like that slut?" Chris asked.

I nodded. The harder he pounded into me the more I wanted to cum all over his cock but at the same time I never wanted this to end.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he asked about to blow his load. I licked my lips and opened my mouth. He brought his cock to my mouth and as soon as my lips touched his hard cock, he shot his load into my mouth and down my throat.

After swallowing every last drop, I licked my lips, then licked any remaining cum off his cock. He looked at me amazed. "What?" I asked. "Haven't you ever seen a girl swallow your cum?"

He smiled. "Not as well as you just did. You really are a slut. I always suspected it." I smiled. He kissed my tit and said, "Maybe now that we know each other a little, we can start to get to know each other even better and more often." I smiled at the idea of feeling his cock inside me again.

Two days later, my mom came home and was pleasantly surprised to see Chris and I not only talking but laughing and having a great time.

"Well, well," she started, "I guess my plan worked. All I had to do was leave you two alone and you got along!"

Looking at each other then back at my mom, Chris and I smiled and agreed, knowing that my mother would never know just how well Chris and I had gotten along.

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