Chapter 95 Vignette 87
The house was too quiet. Her mother’s absence left a hollow kind of silence that pressed down on her chest, making every breath feel heavier. She hated to be alone. Because the unyielding ache would return.
The one that made her pussy throb and swell up, dripping juices as if anyone touched her.
Her fingers were wet, soaked in her creams, her pussy hurting from several empty orgasms, aching for something bigger… something bigger than her fingers.
But there was no one around that could help her. Except her step father.
But she didn't think he was an option. Not yet.
She told herself to go to sleep, to clench her thighs so tight her pussy might stop dripping. To bury the restless ache under blankets, but it only grew sharper.
Her stepfather’s room was just at the end of the hall. A place she had never dared cross into at night.
She was almost completely naked on her bed… skirt rolled upward to her waist, panties shifted to the side, her singlet already tossed away on the bed.
She squeezed her nipples and moaned, her legs spread apart on the bed, pussy soaking her wet panties. She put a finger inside her pussy, wanting to try another round.
But of course, it didn't feel as good as she wanted it to be.
She had been considering a decision for a while now. Her step father.
His cock seemed to be the nearest solution to her predicament.
She thought for a while, hesitated, and then finally made up her mind.
She slapped her wet pussy and jumped out of the bed. She walked to the mirror and glanced at her vulnerable reflection. Then she breathed.
Then she stepped out of the room.
Her stepfather’s room was just at the end of the hall. A place she’d never dared cross into at night. But tonight, her pussy wouldn’t let her stay away.
Her heart pounded as she walked to his room, her desire winning over the uncertainty building in her chest.
His door was half open. She tiptoed closer and pepped through it. He was sleeping with the sheets draped over him. She inhaled and pushed the door, then stepped inside, her steps more silent than her heartbeat.
She walked to his bed and sat beside him. His legs were spread apart under the sheets, cock standing erect between his legs. She gasped.
His chest wasn't completely covered. She placed her hand on it and let it hover there, feeling his hairs.
She bit her lips as she felt his heartbeat and the warmth of his skin, her hand going downward.
She trailed her hand down until her fingers were low on his stomach, rubbing just before his cock. It twitched, and she felt it.
Then, silently, she lifted the sheet and damn. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her breath caught, eyes widened, her panties soaked, pussy pulsed even harder with just her eyes merely meeting his cock.
He was completely naked under the sheets. No shorts, no pants. His cock was hard from his relaxed nerves, his eyes closed, deep in the dream world. But now she was about to give him a sex dream.
She quietly leaned in, her hand lifting to reach his cock. The tip of her fingers grazed his tip and her breathing became unsteady. This was exactly what she needed in her pussy. Exactly what she needed to moan real moans. Not empty ones.
She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. This was supposed to be forbidden. But she didn't see herself restraining her step father's cock.
This once. Just this once and she wouldn't think about her step father's cock again.
She stood up, shifted her panties to the side and climbed on the bed. The mattress dipped under her weight. She straddled him and lowered her hips, her hand holding her panties to keep it from covering her pussy.
Her wet pussy touched the tip of his cock and she continued to sit until all her weight was on him, his cock deep inside her pussy.
He felt it and his eyes flicked open.
“Sydney!" He called sharply, “what are you doing on my cock," He asked, eyes wide open.
But Sydney just kept on riding his cock, her hands on her boobs, squeezing and pinching her nipples.
He looked down, her pussy completely covered his cock, riding, her eyes rolled to the back, mouth open, gasping. Moaning.
He moaned, but when he realized he should try to resist, he called her name, but groaned immediately after.
She pressed her hand to his chest, then started twerking on his cock, her ass slapping his thighs.
He couldn't resist anymore. His hands instinctively moved up to her waist. He held it as she continued to ride him.
He groaned, “Faster,”
She rode him faster, moaning, her breath hitting him.
In a short time, she was jerking on top of him, her legs vibrating.
She couldn't hold on anymore, she fell from his body, his cock flapped out of her and landed on his stomach, her juices forming cock prints on him.
She laid there for a while. And when she finally got herself, she jumped up from the bed, her lips stuttering.
“D- Dad, I'm really sorry." She said, arranging her clothes. "It won't happen again, I promise."
She hurried out of the room, face flushed with both embarrassment and satisfaction, pussy framed in orgasm.