My stepmother persuaded me to fuck her in doggy style and pump her full of cum!

Title: “Stepmom’s Dirty Proposition”

Reluctantly, I had moved in with my father and his new wife, Marissa, after my parents’ divorce. She was a charming and lively woman, but I couldn’t help feeling a strange tension between us. Maybe it was her lithe, petite frame that always seemed to be on display, or the flirtatious way she’d brush against me as she passed by. I tried to ignore these feelings, telling myself I was just lonely and hormonal.

One sultry summer evening, I was lounging on the couch, engrossed in a video game, when Marissa suddenly appeared in her skimpy workout gear, sweaty and out of breath. She leaned over the back of the couch, her ample cleavage practically spilling out of her sports bra as she asked, “Hey there, handsome. Whatcha up to?”

I stammered a response, hardly able to tear my eyes away from her heaving chest. She seemed to notice my lingering gaze and smirked. “You know, I’ve been thinking,” she purred, tracing a finger along my shoulder. “We could have so much fun together, you and I.”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing. Did she really mean what I thought she meant? Marissa must have interpreted my astonishment as trepidation, because she said, “Don’t worry, sweetie. I won’t tell your dad. It’ll be our little secret.”

With that, she sauntered off to the shower, leaving me in a state of high arousal and moral ambiguity. I tossed and turned all night, replaying her proposition over and over in my mind. By morning, I had made my decision. Screw consequences. I wanted Marissa, and I was going to have her.

The next day, I caught her alone in the kitchen. “Marissa,” I said, my voice wavering only slightly. “About what you said last night… I’m in.”

Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she pulled me into a searing kiss, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. “Mmm, I knew you’d come around,” she purred, grinding her hips against mine. “Now, let’s find somewhere more private to play…”

We ended up in the guest room, frantically tearing at each other’s clothes. Marissa pushed me down onto the bed and straddled me, her perfect breasts bouncing hypnotically as she gyrated on my hard cock. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she gasped, reaching down to guide me inside her.

As I entered her warm, tight pussy, Marissa moaned in ecstasy, her head thrown back in bliss. “Oh, god, yes! Your cock feels soooo good!” She rode me hard and fast, her hips slamming against mine as she chased her pleasure.

I grabbed her ass, kneading the firm flesh and helping her bounce on my throbbing shaft. “Fuck, your cunt is amazing,” I groaned, feeling the pressure build in my balls. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum inside me, baby!” Marissa cried, grinding down harder. “Fill me up with your hot, sticky load!” Her words sent me over the edge, and I erupted inside her, shooting rope after rope of thick, creamy cum deep into her hungry pussy.

Marissa gasped and shuddered as she felt my hot seed filling her up, triggering her own intense orgasm. “Oh, fuck yes!” she screamed, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice as she came hard.

We collapsed together, a sweaty, panting mess, Marissa still impaled on my slowly softening cock. “That was incredible,” she purred, nuzzling my neck. “We’re going to have to do this again… and again… and again.”

And so began our torrid affair. We fucked everywhere and anywhere we could: the kitchen, the living room, even the car. Marissa seemed insatiable, always ready to drop to her knees or bend over for me at a moment’s notice.

One particularly naughty occasion, Marissa bent over the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but a skimpy thong and high heels. “I need you to fuck me doggy style,” she begged, wiggling her perky ass at me. “Bred me like a little bitch!”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Dropping my pants, I grabbed Marissa’s hips and plunged my thick cock deep into her welcoming pussy. She howled with pleasure, arching her back to take me even deeper.

I pounded into her hard and fast, grunting with every thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the kitchen as I fucked her doggy style with wild abandon. “Yes, yes, YES!” Marissa screamed, slamming her ass back to meet my thrusts. “Fuck me nasty!”

I reached around to roughly palm her tits, pinching and tugging on her stiff nipples. Marissa moaned loudly, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my pistoning shaft. “I’m gonna cum!” she wailed. “Cum with me! Fill my pussy up again!”

With a few more powerful thrusts, I buried myself to the hilt and let loose, flooding Marissa’s hungry cunt with spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum. She shrieked in ecstasy, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop as she came on my dick.

Completely spent, we collapsed to the kitchen floor in a sweaty, panting heap, Marissa’s pussy still gushing cum. “Fuck, that was intense,” she panted, grinning up at me. “Your dad’s probably gonna wonder what all the noise was about…”

“I don’t give a damn anymore,” I said, pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss. “As long as I get to be your dirty, naughty fucktoy, I’ll take whatever punishment comes my way.”

Marissa giggled, trailing her fingers down my chest. “Oh, don’t worry, baby. If your daddy finds out, he’ll just have to get in line behind me. I’m not finished with you yet.”

And with that, we began the next round, the kitchen floor soon saturated with the juices of our forbidden love, as we fucked again and again, lost in a sea of carnal pleasures.