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Subject: Stepdad Becomes Real Dad – Part 3 Stepdad Becomes Real Dad � Part 3 of 6 By Jim Selfie � 2019. All Rights Reserved. ****** Donate to Nifty! It’s easy all the while I silently adjusted myself lower on the ladder, gently taking his jeans with me. Slowly, the waistband of Sal’s white BVD briefs began to peek out between the worn denim and swarthy skin above his rump. I inhaled deeply, my face inches from the cleft of his ass. I smelled laundry detergent, garage grease, and a hint of Sal’s intoxicating musk. I needed more. “Ha… careful there, bud. Watch the ladder.” “Oh, right,” I mumbled as I readjusted myself on the rickety ladder. I stepped up again and adjusted my arms around the waist of his jeans, this time placing my open palms on the exposed skin of his belly. He was warm and furry, beefy and sexy as fuck. My hard-on pressed into my own jeans as I started my subtle descent again. This time Sal’s jeans slid down a little easier, over the crest of his buttocks and down his impressive bubble ass. “Damn pants, always falling down,” Sal muttered, his voice strained by his work. “Hang on bud, almost done. Remind me to get a belt one of these days, huh?” “K. I’m just gonna let them fall,” I said softly as the jeans slipped from beneath my dragging arms and slid down his meaty thighs. I was now holding onto his exposed belly, my face just an inch from his brief-clad ass. His underwear had slid down a bit too, exposing the top inch and a half of his hairy asscrack. I dipped my nose into the dark cleft and inhaled deeply. There it was: that nutty, testosterone-laden scent I had sampled at our previous encounter. A low rumble crept into my throat as I gripped him tighter and breathed in a second hit. “Fucking… stupid… how did this… arrgh!” Sal grunted above me. He jerked the wrench free of the opening mechanism and the sudden movement made the ladder lurch violently. We quickly adjusted our weight, shuffling our feet on the rungs. But the brief moment of imbalance jostled my face directly into Sal’s crack, my nose pressed into the white cotton fabric over his furry hole. I kept my face there even as our balance restored. Sal tensed up in my arms, keenly aware of my face in his ass. He cleared his throat, suddenly still. I huffed his aroma again, noting that this time it was mixed with the earthy smell from his asshole. I sighed into the fabric, my hot breath exhaling through the cotton and into his hairy crack. Sal grunted. “Uh, bud?” I sniffed sharply, as if awaking from a doze. The heady scent of his ass filled my nose one more time before I reluctantly pulled away and gazed up his back. “Sorry, I was holding on tight! Thought we were both gonna fall.” I readjusted my arms as Sal continued his work. He was starting to get a little sweaty, his swarthy skin now moist in the cramped heat of the garage. I continued a subtle downward pull at his waist, dragging the stretched elastic waistband of his underwear over the furry mounds of his ass cheeks. Now the top half of his crack was exposed, forested with curly black hairs that grew thicker near his obscured asshole. My cock was spewing pre-cum as I let my nose dip down into the space between his underwear and his opening. The scent was stronger here, with no fabric in the way, and I couldn’t help but bump my nose into his impressive ass mounds as I tried to get a closer whiff. Sal shifted uncomfortably and redoubled his efforts on the garage opener. “Almost there, bud,” he said with a strained voice… and so was I. Sal’s exertion had coated him in a sheen of manly sweat� I watched as a trickle formed on the small of his back and cascaded down into his crack, disappearing into the thatch of dark hair. The tangy scent of ball sweat wafted up from his crack and hit my nostrils like a drug. My hands began to caress his exposed belly, tracing their way up under his white t-shirt. I loved the feel of his fur, slightly damp with sweat, running between my spread fingers. Sal coughed above me and I knew it was now or never. I stretched my right leg off to the side, purposefully throwing us and the ladder off balance. Sal yelped in surprise as the ladder jerked violently to the side. I took the opportunity to bury my face in his sweaty ass, diving nose first right into his exposed crack. Ass hair tickled my cheeks as I pressed my face in further, skin-on-skin with his beautiful butt. Sal jolted forward to balance our weight and his powerful glutes squeezed the sides of my face, drawing me in even further. My nose connected with his asshole and I inhaled deeply. The aroma was so strong, so manly, so forbidden. I nudged my face in further and my lips connected with the tight pucker of his asslips� our first kiss. I was drunk on his scent, high from lack of oxygen, and devoid of all reason. My tongue darted out without warning and slid over his hole, slathering him with my saliva. The taste of salty sweat, earthy ass, and tangy funk made my raging hard cock spew instantly. I cried out into Sal’s hole as I came, hands-free, my tongue darting around his puckered flesh. A sudden shift in Sal’s position made his cheeks spread and his tight virgin hole blossomed open for one beautiful moment. My tongue entered him instantly, connecting with the velvety walls of his inner anus. Sal grunted and his hole clamped down, asslips squeezed around my invading tongue. It was the best French kiss I had ever experienced and the whole thing lasted maybe two, three seconds. “Holy shit!” Sal breathed. “Bud, is that your… are you…?” I speared my tongue into him one last time as my crushing orgasm subsided. I savored the flavor inside him, that manly hormonal tang with a hint of salty sweetness. I hadn’t even realized that in our `accidental’ moment, my hands had darted up under Sal’s shirt and connected with his hairy nipples. My fingers were clamped around both of his dark nubs, squeezing them to erection without even knowing it. It took all the restraint I had to finally pull my face out of Sal’s orifice and release his erect nipples with a self-conscious chuckle. “Oh my God… I’m so sorry Sal!” I lied between shallow breaths. “I thought we were gonna fall and I just… just grabbed on for dear life, I guess!” “Uh… s’okay,” he said hesitantly. “I could tell you were freaked, you screamed right into my ass!” He laughed, and I joined him. But there was nothing funny about the way I felt. I was overwhelmed with lust, hungry for more of Sal’s delicious ass. I swallowed a mouthful of drool (spiced with stepdad hole) and took one last, longing look at Sal’s damp, hairy asscrack. “Here, sorry man.” I took the waistband of Sal’s briefs and snapped it up over the top of his rump. Sal cleared his throat in answer. A second later the garage door buzzed to life and started to open. “Bingo!” said Sal. We descended the rickety ladder (especially difficult for Sal, with his jeans pooled around his ankles) and surveyed our handiwork. I covered my crotch with both hands, hoping he wouldn’t notice the dark wet spot of spent load in my jeans. But as Sal bent to pull up his pants, I gazed longingly at his bubble ass� and could have sworn I saw his semi-hard cock tenting his white briefs before he re-buttoned his baggy jeans. “Thanks for the help, bud.” “My pleasure,” I said lightly as I sauntered off. And that was only part one of Operation: Help Out. (Okay so the name was lame but the plan was pretty clever.) Next up was the upstairs bathroom sink. One day it just stopped working (all part of the plan) and Sal determined to fix it after work. I was there, prepped and ready, when his truck roared into the garage that afternoon. He was just off a messy demolition job and was coated head to toe in soot, dust, and dried man-sweat. I met him in the alcove near the garage, noting the weariness on his handsome mustached face. “Hey, Sal!” “Hey Chase. How was school?” “Kinda kocaeli escort bayan boring. How was work?” “Messy as fuck!” he swore. Sal only cursed like that when he knew Mom was not around� her new shift at the hospital had her working late most evenings so we both knew we were alone. “Well, hate to bug you right after work but uh… could you fix my sink? I have a thing tonight and I really need to get ready.” “What’s the thing?” I blinked. “What’s the thing?” he repeated. “The thing you have tonight?” My cheeks flushed. I hadn’t expected him to ask! “Uh… well, if you must know,” I stalled, “Uh… I… have a date.” Sal cut a lascivious grin. I never went on dates, with anyone, a topic of constant conversation with him and Mom. “Ohhh shit look at you, bud! Special girl?” He winked, then as a concerned afterthought: “Or uh… Special… special, uh…” I watched him squirm a moment before I spared him. “No one special. But I gotta look good. And I need that sink.” Sal sighed and ran a dirty hand through his dark curls, flecked with sawdust. “Can I shower first?” I shuffled uneasily. “Well, I’m sort of in a rush…” My face brightened. “Unless I can get ready in your bathroom while you shower.” I watched the memory flicker behind his eyes: the night I stepped into the shower with him and first experienced Sal’s naked body. He shook the idea off. “Nah, I’ll fix it. Let me get my tools.” “Can I help?” I asked sweetly. Sal’s expression darkened. This was less than a week after I’d `helped’ in the garage and the memory of my spontaneous rimjob was still fresh for both of us. “Nah, I’ll… take care of it. It’s a pretty simple job. But thanks, bud.” I bit my lip. The truth is, it wasn’t going to be a simple job… I had made sure of that. Using every tool at my disposal (i.e. Sal’s tools) I had royally screwed up the pipes under the bathroom sink. He was going to need my help whether he wanted it or not. Besides, Operation: Help Out was all about being helpful. “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” I said brightly. “It’ll go faster if we both work on it, right? Let’s head up now, you’ll be on the couch with a beer in five minutes.” I paused and looked him up and down. “Okay, fifteen minutes. If you sit on the couch before you shower Mom will chop your balls off.” He laughed as he removed his muddy work boots and sweaty socks. I lingered close by to enjoy the whiff of sour, daylong sock-sweat that rose from his sore feet. We trudged up the stairs together, chatting amiably about our respective days. When we arrived in the upstairs bathroom he saw that I had already cleared my stuff out of the cabinet under the sink. Sal was just about to slide under to take a look when I stopped him. “Wait… are you gonna lay on the floor to get under there?” Sal nodded. “Yeah that pipe is pretty far back, I gotta get under it and as close to the wall as I can.” I scrunched up my nose, eyes flicking over his grungy work clothes. “Hey, uh… I sort of just cleaned in here and could you maybe not, um… sorry dude but your clothes are a mess!” Sal peered down at himself and we both chuckled. “Just take ’em off. Throw ’em in my hamper,” I offered. Sal hesitated. “Uh…” “It’s fine,” I reassured as I grabbed the hamper and brought it to him. “I’ll put them in the laundry later.” I opened the empty hamper and looked at him expectantly. Sal considered for a moment. My objection to his nasty apparel came as no surprise� my picky cleanliness was legendary around our house. He was grateful enough for my weekly housecleaning binges, so I figured he’d be willing to follow my example and keep the place spotless… and I was right. Sal slowly reached for the hem of his t-shirt. I followed its trajectory over his belly (manly paunch, dark treasure trail, deep belly button) and his chest (thickly furred, quarter-sized dark areola, pencil eraser nips). When it was fully removed and tossed in the hamper, the outline of the shirt still remained: it was the only clean part of him, in deep contrast to his dirt-streaked arms and neck. “Pants, too? Sorry to be such a pest, but…” Rather than argue, he simply let out a tired sigh and reached for his fly. Callused, filthy fingers unfastened the button and dragged down the zipper with an audible zzzzzip. His baggy jeans fell away as soon as he let them go, the dirty denim pooling around his muscular calves. Sal stepped out of them clumsily. I took the liberty of bending to pick them up (making sure to grab by the inner crotch, savoring his warmth still inside them, dipping my head to subtly sniff their sweaty innards) and added the jeans to the hamper. Sal now stood before me clad only in sweat-stained tighty whities; a picture of blue collar perfection. He brushed his thumb and forefinger over his bushy black mustache, adorably self-conscious. “Thanks,” I uttered, my mouth suddenly dry. Sal wasted no time. He crouched down with a pen light and inspected the area, then sat on the white tile floor and laid back. His head ducked under the sink and he let out a breathy sigh as his back hit cold floor. With the top half of his torso in shadow under the sink, I was free to take in the parts of him I so rarely saw: his meaty thighs matted with dark hair, the generous bulge in his stretched and yellowed undies. He drew his knees up to place his smelly feet on the floor, legs spread wide. I had a prime view of his beefy asscheeks smashed into the tile, stretching the worn cotton to its limit. His egg-sized balls lolled down low in their sack, bulging out over his exposed taint. “Hey bud! Did ya hear me?” I shook out of my reverie. “Huh?” “Hand me the pipe wrench, will ya?” I did as I was asked and listened to him work for a while. He swore intermittently, confounded by first the water valve and then the drainage issues. I was now at full mast, loving every second of his beefy body squirming on the bathroom floor. I snapped two surreptitious pics on my phone and then enacted phase two. “Hey bud can you hand me the� whoa, are you naked?” Not exactly… but my shirt and pants were now folded on top of the hamper. “I don’t want to get my clothes dirty. Date, remember?” I said casually. “I have socks and underwear on,” I added, as if this was the most normal thing in the world. Sal peered at me from under the sink, face shrouded in shadow. He cleared his throat. “Got it. Hand me the light, will you?” I did, and then knelt beside him to watch. Our naked legs were an inch apart� as I leaned in to look closer, I rested my thigh against his. “What’s the damage, boss?” “Not sure how,” Sal grunted, “but this sink is totally fucked. Must have been installed wrong.” “Hmm.” I reached over his prone body and placed a hand on the cold tile to prop myself up. I was now sort of draped over Sal, my side pressed against his warm, furry belly. “Damn… thing…” Sal growled, his voice strained with exertion. There was a clang of metal on metal and Sal cursed violently. “What is it?” I asked. “Fucking bolt is tight as hell. I’m having trouble getting this off.” I bit my lip, loving his dirty talk. “Can I help?” Without waiting for a response, I half-stood and readjusted my position. I held onto the sink as I lowered myself directly onto Sal’s body, my thighs resting on either side of his torso. “Chase, wha� uh, what are you�” “Here, I’ll grab it from this end and pull with you. Ready?” I reached under the sink and grabbed onto Sal’s hands, firmly wrapped around the pipe wrench. We sat there in silence for a brief moment, me straddling my stepfather, both of us only in underwear, in a very nearly sexual position. Jackpot. Sal grunted his assent. “K. On three?” We counted down and pulled on the wrench together. He pushed his weight into the handle while I pulled, both of us trying to wedge it toward me. We strained together, with just a hint of give on the wrench that showed our efforts kocaeli sınırsız escort were working (and me personally pleased at how well my amateur pipe soldering held up). Sal grunted and redoubled his efforts. He planted his feet firmly on the floor for leverage and pushed up, thrusting his weight (and crotch) toward me. At the same time, I pulled back at about half strength, not in a rush to get this job done, and let my body rest against his. The result was me sitting back on him, my ass spread open right over his crotch. Though two layers of fabric prevented our genitals from making contact, I was thrilled to feel his bulge right against my ass, both of us grinding together as we pushed and pulled. After nearly a minute we stopped in unison and breathed heavily, both of us starting to sweat. “Almost got it,” I encouraged. “Let me adjust my grip.” I let go of his hands and sat up, reluctantly removing my ass from his crotch, and shuffled forward a bit. As I did, I reached back with one hand and found the tiny hole in the seat of my undies� the one I had cut, with scissors, for this very occasion. Sal continued to push on the wrench, none the wiser as I stuck two fingers in the hole and stretched it out further. His grunts and groans covered the soft rip of cotton as I expanded the hole in my briefs to a gaping tear centered right over my pink virgin asshole. When I grabbed onto Sal’s hands again my cock was painfully hard and straining against my briefs. “One… two… three!” As we strained together a second time, I sat down fully on Sal’s upraised crotch with my newly-naked butt� and was surprised to feel a fullness beneath Sal’s briefs that had not been there before. Now only one layer of cotton stood between my puckered hole and the thickening tube of Sal’s cock. I mashed my butt into him, humping him, raking my bare, quivering hole over the piss-stained cotton covering my prize. My efforts were working; I felt Sal’s cock gradually fill up, rising to meet my ass higher with each thrust. “Almost… got it…!” I said through clenched teeth. Sal pushed against the wrench with all his might, anxious to get out of this compromising position. Now we were both covered in sweat, our naked flesh sliding against each other more easily. I gripped my stepdad with my thighs, enveloping his beefy body with my strong legs. The odor rising from him egged me on further: the rank smell of his pits, dappled with drops of acrid sweat, his unwashed crotch and taint still reeking from a hard day’s work. His natural scent got stronger with every strain, every push and pull on that stubborn wrench. It drove me wild and went right to my head. As Sal redoubled his efforts on the wrench, I redoubled my efforts on him. My thighs slapped against his sweaty belly as I slammed my bare ass down onto him repeatedly. His cock was fully hard now, an obscene tent in his sweaty cotton briefs. It jabbed into my ass with every downward thrust, making contact with my hungry hole again and again. The wetness I felt in my butt crack was a mixture of sweat (his and mine) and the generous flow of pre-cum I just knew was soaking through his briefs. Our manly grunts of exertion became something else as, for all intents and purposes, we fucked without fucking. I think it was pure sexual fervor that caused me to make my next move� which I had prepared for, but reserved only as a last resort. I let go of the wrench with one hand and reached over to the designated pipe, previously rigged. With one good yank, it pulled away from its coupling and a torrent of cold water shot out full blast under the sink. “Gaaah!” Sal cried, instantly drenched. “Aw shit, the water main! Water’s still on!” His words were garbled by the uncontrolled spray that drenched us both in an instant. Though the water was cold, I was still on fire, lost in a sexual haze as I rode my stepdad for all I was worth. “Oh shit!” I cried over the roar, even as I continued to hump him. “What do we do?!” Sal choked and struggled as he reached for the valve. “Gotta� ack! Fucking valve is stuck!” His body wriggled beneath me, giving me a chance to grind lewdly against his cock. Sal was so distracted by the overwhelming spray of water that he barely noticed. I was free to fully perv out on him… but I knew my time was short. Sal sputtered beneath me, cursing as he struggled. I abandoned all attempts to help. I didn’t care that a growing puddle was spreading out over the clean bathroom floor. I didn’t care that Sal threw a now-muddy arm over my thigh in an attempt to gain leverage, leaving a streak of sooty muck on my torn underwear. I was drunk on lust, horny for my near-naked stepdad as he writhed beneath me. We were practically fucking already… I just took it one step further. I reached behind me and, in one swift motion, pulled down the waistband of Sal’s underwear. It was a bold move, but totally lost on Sal in his distracted state. He didn’t even notice as the stretched elastic waistband came to rest beneath his hefty balls, now pulled up tight to his body thanks to the frigid water. He did notice, however, when I squatted down onto him again. Now there was no layer of pesky wet cotton between us. It was skin on skin, his flared cockhead drooling pre-cum directly onto my exposed asshole. I felt him jolt beneath me as we connected, man to man. Sal’s face shot up, streaked with mud, beads of dirty water in his bushy mustache. Our eyes met, both of us pumped with adrenaline. He glimpsed down to see I was now fully drenched by the back spray, my white undies completely translucent, my hard teen cock pressing lewd and pink against the soaked fabric. He could see that I was wearing underwear and yet he knew that his cock had just connected, somehow, with my warm ass flesh. “Fuck, the water’s everywhere!” I yelled, pretending to care. “Can’t you shut it off?!” Sal tore his gaze away from me and returned his focus to the (soldered) water valve. It was now or never. I placed my hands on Sal’s meaty pecs, resting my weight on his powerful chest. My thumb and forefingers naturally found their way to his dark nipples, hard as pebbles. I tweaked them as I relaxed my thighs and sat back. I’ll never forget that feeling… the feeling of the first time. I hadn’t really planned for it, although somewhere in the back of my mind I suppose I hoped it would happen. I had certainly left a thick layer of Vaseline in my hole after my afterschool jerk-off, which came in handy as my asshole lowered onto Sal’s cock. This was no gentle nudge like the first time our private parts connected: this was me resting my full weight on my stepdad’s boner, giving his hard and mighty cock nowhere to go but up. One moment I felt his dewy cockhead against my virgin hole, and the next moment my hole was no longer virgin. Sal’s rigid boner stood still as my pert teen ass did all the work, lowering onto him and swallowing his cock inside my lubed and velvety hole. My ass opened up to him naturally, hungry and inviting. I felt no pain, only euphoria, as my well-prepped ass took its very first cock, enveloping half of Sal’s thick uncut seven and a half inches in one thrust. “Uuuh!” Sal groaned as he slid up into me. “Wha…?” Our eyes connected again. He had a perplexed look on his handsome face, his wet mustache twitching atop his quivering lip. He had just slid into the tightest hole he’d ever experienced and we both knew it. But Sal was in shock, distracted by the catastrophic pipe burst, utterly disbelieving that his erection was now lodged inside his stepson’s anus. I don’t think he fully registered it even as I sank down, my eyes never leaving his, and took the remaining half of his hard-on deep inside my hole. “Hurry Sal!” I urged. “The room is flooding!” Sal sputtered, completely conflicted. One hand reached for the water valve, the other grasped my izmit anal yapan escort ass cheek with sudden force. His thick digits dug into the tender milky flesh of my rump; for a moment I thought he might try to throw me off. Since I figured this may be my last chance, I ground my pelvis into him even more. His wiry bush massaged my taint as I took him fully, stuffed with every inch of my sexy stepdad’s raw cock. I had never felt happier in my entire life. I flexed my ass tight, wordlessly thanking him for giving me his dick. If he had yanked me off of him in that instant and that was all I ever got, I’d still die a happy man. But Sal did not throw me off of him. Instead he roared, his eyes rolling back in his head as I worked my anal cavity around his cock. His head lolled backward and splashed into an accumulated inch of water. For a moment all the tension left his body and he surrendered to the taboo pleasure of my hole. He lay there beneath me, fully relaxed except for his throbbing cock. Then he shot up, like a man possessed, and gripped the stubborn water valve with both hands and a manly scream. “Fuck… this… uhhh… fuck!” Sal cursed and grunted, groaned and strained. His mission was to shut off the water but there was no doubt where his real exertion lie. And as I started to ride him� truly ride him� we both knew exactly what was happening. This was a point-of-no-return moment. This wasn’t some accident, some casual slip of a face into an ass during a home improvement project… which, to be fair, was clearly no accident in the first place. This was real now. I was fucking my stepdad. My stepdad was fucking me. To be more specific, my stepfather had just popped my cherry. He was taking my anal virginity and I was offering it to him gladly. To be even more specific, my handsome stepfather Salvatore Hernandez had his raw uncut cock� the same cock that had been fucking my Mom for years� buried as deep in my ass as it could go. “Oh… fuck this… fuck this thing… fuck!” Sal’s curses grew more strained as I bounced on him. The water was still spraying and so was Sal’s pre-cum� I could feel it coat my insides, providing extra lubrication for us both. I was opening up to his invading cock, able to ride more easily and faster with each thrust. I pictured his foreskin dragging along my velvety inner walls, sheathing and unsheathing his fat swollen cockhead… his piss slit wide open inside me, dumping pulse after pulse of Sal’s copious natural lube into my anus. The thought of his sperm swimming around inside me made me throw back my head and cry out in pleasure. I twisted Sal’s nipples viciously as I gyrated on his cock. His animal cries rose over the spray of water. “Fuck! Almost… fuck! Almost… almost fucking… there!” I didn’t know if he meant the water valve or his orgasm and I didn’t care. His voice had taken on a low bass rumble; I could feel it in his diaphragm as my thighs squeezed his manly beef. I flexed my glutes together on the up thrust and pinched Sal’s nipples on the down stroke, producing a low moan and another shot of pre-cum from Sal. His engorged cockhead dragged along my prostate, ten times better than my amateur three-finger masturbation. This was the real deal, a powerful man’s cock, bare and raw and rock hard inside my ass. And I knew I wanted it everyday for the rest of my life. It all lasted less than a minute but it was the greatest minute of my life. Every detail is etched into my memory. The water surged, the floor now completely covered. Our legs writhed in the puddle. My wet buttocks slapped into his thrusting thighs, again and again and again. His manly groans, the way he barked out the word “fuck” over and over. The feeling of fullness inside me; the satisfaction of a perfect fit. The warmth and hardness of his tool buried to the hilt. The waves of pleasure emanating from deep within my ass, where Sal’s now eight inch thick cock awakened a part of me I had never known� but would never forget again. I was a teenage cock slut and I was about to make my stepdad cum. “Here goes!” Sal roared. His cock hardened to its full, impressive girth just before it began to spew. But in the instant it took for Sal’s load to leave his oversized pulsing nuts and travel through his cock, he did something surprising. He wrenched the water valve closed, cutting off the torrent of cold water with a sudden metallic squeal. From there his hands shot down to either side of my ass, grabbing onto my spread haunches in a double white-knuckled grip. With one powerful heave, he lifted me off his expanding cock just at the moment of climax. The bathroom walls reverberated with his inhuman cry, vicious and guttural, as his greasy cock dragged out of my pre-cum soaked chute. Sal’s fat cockhead slid out of me with an audible `pop!’ I had about half a second to register the sudden emptiness inside me before I felt (and heard) Sal’s hot blast of sperm smack against my gaping hole. He had lifted me off of him just in time to spray me with his first and most powerful jets of clotted cum. He held me there, in his firm grip, as another and another volley of cream bathed my sweaty ass crack. “Uhhn! Uhhn! God! Fuck! Unnh!” Sal’s every exclamation was accompanied by a shot of cum. Each was as powerful as a stream of piss, expelled from his cock with a force I had never experienced before. Sal held me still above him, his powerful arms shaking, veins popped out all over his bulging muscles as he drained his balls all over my backside. I squatted over him in stunned silence, two of my own loads already soaking into the front of my torn undies. I had been orgasming pretty much continuously throughout our minute of hot raw fucking, even though my cock remained untouched. To feel Sal’s powerful ejaculation now, to watch his pained face as he expelled a hot load all over his stepson’s freshly fucked ass, was so sexy I almost spontaneously came again. Of course, I wished more than anything that he had just left his cock inside me while he shot. I was still in disbelief that he pulled out, baffled and jealous of the load I almost took in my ass. The thought of Sal’s creamy cum inside me, of his virile swimmers exploring my anal depths, absorbing into me and becoming part of me… it drove me absolutely insane with lust. I suddenly fought against Sal’s powerful two-handed grip in an attempt to sit back on his cock. He held me tight, his strength far superior to mine even in his post-coital stupor. I was only able to kiss his cockhead with my asslips for a brief moment before he yanked me up again� but in that moment of connection, I pushed out and opened my hole as wide as I could. His gaping piss slit, still belching cum, was enveloped in my widened hole and sent a half-strength jet of Sal’s potent cum straight into me. It was nowhere near enough, but it was better than nothing. When it was all over, Sal had sprayed me with eleven shots of impossibly thick semen. It dripped off my ass in a web of long, interconnected strings, so packed with sperm it almost looked like melted cheese. His swearing and cum noises subsided, replaced by shallow breaths and a steady drip beneath the sink… and beneath my ass. Drip. Drip. Drip. The near-silence was deafening. Sal’s arms finally relaxed and my wet ass smacked against his softening cock, his load squishing between us. “I think you better go,” he said softly. “I’ll clean up the mess.” Sal’s head was turned to the side, cheek half-submerged in water, utterly spent. He couldn’t look at me… but I could sure look at him. I savored the sight of him beneath me one last time� his cheeks flushed from exertion, his heaving chest covered in dark fur and water droplets, the swarthy skin soaked and streaked with mud. Then I stood and turned away without a word. My no-longer-virgin ass swayed as I sauntered out. Clumpy ropes of cum clung to my nether regions and torn briefs. A long rope of stepdad jizz rolled down my thigh and plopped into the inch of water coating the bathroom floor. I felt no guilt. For the first time in my life, I felt like a man. And I knew it was going to happen again. Only next time, I was going to make him want it.
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