Her First Step into Adulthood

This is the biography of a 21-year-old young woman, Victoria Carlson. To her, her stepfather's massive manhood is her best coming-of-age present.

"Vicky, Daddy just wants to give you a surprise," my stepfather, Charlie Kramer, says as he rips my dress off me roughly.

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared.

Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old.

"It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

His hands wouldn't stop caressing my thighs, making me want to open my legs for him instinctively.

"Alright. I'll wait till Christmas Eve, and then, I'll fully satisfy you right here."

Damon's lips left kiss marks all over my neck, marking my skin like it was his territory.

Although I could tell that he was burning with desire, he still respected my wishes and didn't go any further.

I suppressed my own desire and went home. It seemed like my physical desires had become a lot stronger ever since I started college.

Each time I got intimate with Damon and never reached my orgasm, I would feel deeply unsatisfied, and I really wanted to find someone, anyone, to satisfy me.

Luckily, Charlie's warnings kept reminding me to stay awake and alert. However, just a few days later, I was going to be able to let Damon pamper and indulge me to his heart's content.

I lay in bed, my mind filled with our intimate interaction, and a surge of desire welled up inside me.

I slowly took off my clothes and felt the touch of every expanse of skin under my bare hands until I was completely naked.

I bit my lips, parted my legs slightly, and let my bodily instincts dictate my actions.

Just then, the door to my bedroom was pushed open.

"Vicky! Look what I brought back for you!"

Charlie's voice came from the doorway. He was holding a paper bag in his hand and had a satisfied smile on his face.

I looked up in shock and horror. Charlie was staring intently at my naked body, his eyes filled with surprise and desire.

"C-Charlie… Y-You…"

I stammered and hurriedly got up in a kneeling position in bed, hastily grabbing the covers and pulling it over myself, my cheeks flushing a deep red color.

"I was just thinking of giving you a surprise, Vicky," Charlie said with a chuckle, seemingly not noticing my awkwardness or embarrassment as he entered my room.

"But I… I'm not wearing anything," I said in a low voice, feeling my heart hammering away in my heart and feeling uneasy.

"It's okay. That just means you can try on the new Christmas outfit I bought for you instead!"

Charlie then retrieved a bright red Christmas dress. It was very short, very revealing, and somewhat alluring.

"Come on, don't be shy," he urged.

His eyes were full of expectation. I bit my lip slowly and lowered the pillow before my chest, revealing my huge bust to him.

His eyes were burning with desire and almost bloodshot.

"You've really grown up, Vicky. I think this dress might be a little too small for you."

Charlie gestured his hands in front of me as he came closer to my face. I could hear his deep, ragged breathing, and it only further aroused my already tense emotions.

"I… I'll try it later," I stammered, shying away from him. However, my body was too weak to support myself and I nearly fell from the bed. Luckily, Charlie caught me in time.

He pressed his chest close to me and circled his arm around my waist. His left hand casually covered the mounds on my chest, kneading them twice and making me tremble involuntarily.

"Let me help you into the dress," he said, sounding like he was straining to withhold himself as he pulled the dress over my head.

My chest and hips were very shapely, and the dress clung tightly to them, making me look like a sausage that was bursting apart at its seams.