Dad Crush – Stepdad Sexually Preparing His Stepdaughter Kali Roses Before She Went Off For College

Title: “Taboo Tutor – A Tentative Trip to College”

It was the eve of Kali Roses’ departure for college, and naturally, her stepfather, Jack, wanted to ensure his stepdaughter was ready for the new challenges ahead. Little did Kali know, Jack’s unconventional “pre-college preparations” went beyond packing dorm supplies and reviewing campus maps.

Kali lounged on the living room couch, her lithe body wrapped in a skimpy tank top and rolled-down sweatpants, exposing her toned midriff and the tempting curves of her glutes. Jack entered the room, his ruggedly handsome appearance accentuated by his scandalous intentions.

“Alright Kali, you’re all packed and ready to go, but let’s make sure you’re prepared for any ‘curricular challenges’ that arise,” Jack said, his voice dripping with innuendo as he sat beside her.

Kali raised an eyebrow. “What ‘curricular challenges’, Dad? I thought college was about books and classes, not…whatever you’re implying.”

“Oh, sweetheart. College is a rollercoaster of emotions, friendships, and exotic experiences that test your resilience. Knowing how to handle surprise encounters is essential. Let’s start with the basics,” Jack said, placing his large, calloused hand on Kali’s smooth thigh.

A jolt of electricity shot through Kali at his touch, a foreign sensation brewing deep within her core. She knew she should protest, but eagerly parted her thighs, welcoming his touch. “Well, seeing as you’re the big college guru, I suppose I should listen to your expert advice.”

Jack grinned, his scruffy face morphing into a lusty smile as he slid his hand higher, toying with the waistband of Kali’s sweatpants. “First rule of college – always be prepared for a surprise carnal encounter. You never know when you might find yourself in a compromising position.”

His hands ventured further, caressing Kali’s soft skin, eliciting a shuddering gasp. Her plump deep rose lips parted in a cooing sigh, milking his fingers for more. Jack took it as his cue to proceed. He leaned in close, his stubbly chin grazing the porcelain skin of her neck as his hot breath tickled her earlobe.

“Rule two,” Jack whispered, his voice gruff and alluring, like fine-aged honey poured over scorching coals. “Learn how to handle yourself in a sticky situation. Kneading tissue is a good place to start.”

Kali arched her back, pressing her supple breasts against Jack’s muscular torso. The scent of his woodsy cologne and the heat of his skin ignited a primal hunger within her. She craved more of his touch. She needed it.

Unable to resist any longer, Kali reached for the bulging tendril in Jack’s pants, stroking its length through the fabric. The musky aroma of his arousal was intoxicating. She longed to taste, explore, devour every inch of him.

Jack chuckled, low and provocative, his fingers working their magic on her core as he nuzzled her neck. “Which brings me to rule three – communication. A trusting relationship requires clear, concise communication. Example: ‘Daddy, I want you to fill me with your thickuerte until I’m dripping with spunk.’ Gets the point across, no?”

Kali moaned wantonly, her hips bucking against Jack’s touch as her tank top rode up her heaving chest. “Fuck yes, Dad. I want you to teach me everything I need to know about handling all the ‘curricular’ challenges college will throw my way.”

“In that case…” Jack grinned mischievously, sliding his sweatpants off her body with a swift yank. Kali gasped, his ardent gaze devouring the deliciously nude landscape before him.

Jack took Kali’s petite hand in his, guiding it to the impressive tent pitching in his jeans. He groaned as she gripped his thick shaft, stroking him to full, throbbing hardness through his pants. “Let’s start with an anatomy lesson. Learn every intimate nook and cranny. Hands-on is best.”

Kali shimmied toward the edge of the couch, leaning forward eager to pleasure Jack. She fumbled with his zipper until his rigid cock sprung free, slapping against her soft cheek. An exotic musk enveloped her senses, dizzying in its primacy.

Raising her curious, icy blue eyes to meet his lustful gaze, Kali licked the tip of his throbbing, angry red cock, swirling her tongue around the slit. Jack growled with pleasure, tangling his fingers in her cotton-candy blonde hair. Kali took him deeper, inch by inch, until she was choking on his glorious cock.

“Oh fuck Kali, that’s it,” Jack grunted, bucking his hips to meet her eager mouth. “Take Daddy’s fat cock down your tight little throat. Get it nice and wet for your first lesson.”

Kali obliged, drool leaking from her stretched lips as she slurped and sucked his heavy rod. She marveled at the thickness, the pulsing veins, the pungent musk of virility splattering the back of her throat.

“Fuck Daddy’s perfect, little cockslut,” Jack growled, surging forward to monopolize her mouth. “Deepthroat Daddy’s giant cock like a hungry, college cockhound.”

Guttural moans reverberated through him as Kali took him to the hilt, her velvety beer can tongue strangling his shaft. His eyes rolled back, savoring her sweet, submissive moans that reverberated on his throbbing member. He felt his balls tightening, ready to erupt like a erupting volcano.

Thick, musky ropes of cum shot down Kali’s eager throat, glazing her tonsils and splattering the back of her throat. Kali gulped and slurped, drinking in every creamy drop of his potent spunk while stroking his cock.

“Fuck, what a messy little cocksucker you are,” Jack panted, his hard cock twitching and jerking as Kali sucked out the last drop of his cum. “We’ll need to practice more if you’re going to a college filled with horny cockhounds.”

Kali pulled back with a lecherous grin. “I can’t wait, Daddy. I’m ready for anything.”

Jack’s eyes smoldered with unbridled lust as he hoisted Kali up into his tatted, muscular arms. “Then let’s get you dressed, cuckoo. Class starts in an hour and we’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

Kali grinned, her heart leaping with anticipation. Her cocktail of taboo and naivety would make this the most memorable first day anyone had ever experienced. Her intellectual curriculum may have been an enigma, but she had a sneaking suspicion her slut education would serve her far better.