Angela gasped when his ass descended and the big head of his cock spread her pussy wide. "Ohhhhhhhh....ohhh yesss!" she suddenly moaned as his big cock sank deep inside her. It had been much too long since she had felt a cock inside her and never one this long and thick. Her whimpering groans and the stiffening of her body as he thrust into her left no doubt that his big cock was stretching her dripping well of lust far beyond anything she had experienced before.

His cock was so much bigger than Bob's, at first her body sent signals of pain flashing through her body, but as he slowly pumped his sword in and out of her velvety sheath the walls of her pussy relaxed to accept the big invader. As his cock moved in and out of her tight cavern, she no longer felt any discomfort. Instead she felt herself being transported to new sexual heights that were more intense and exhilarating than anything she had ever experienced. Soon the pain changed to a feeling of overriding pleasure that just got hotter and hotter each time Luke thrust inside her. In a few moments she was moaning and gasping with pleasure. Angela arched her back and her hips began to move upward to meet his cock as her body blazed with a burning passion that was rapidly driving her to the first orgasm she had experienced since before she met her husband.

"Oh God I'm so full." She moaned with a satisfied sigh as he fucked her with a steady rhythm. Then seconds later it was "Oh, it hurts so good."

He smiled. "You like my cock?"

"Yesss..." came her simple but revealing reply.

"Be careful or you'll be hooked," he told her while maintaining his steady, deep thrusting.

"I already am," she responded in a barely audible whisper.

Low grunts and moans emanated from deep inside her as she squirmed beneath him while his thick cock gave her pleasure greater than she had ever expected. He pulled her lips to his and pushed his tongue into her willing mouth. He kissed her hard while she eagerly sucked on his tongue and her passion flared like the sun.

For Angela, the feeling was overwhelming! At long last, she had a cock inside her again. She couldn't believe how good it felt as she pumped her hips up to meet his descending thrusts. She moaned as she felt the tensing heat of her pleasure coiling with her. Suddenly it erupted inside her and she screamed as her first climax in years washed over her. "Oh, fuck, yes!" she cried out as the surging heat of her passion seized her in its heated talons.

Luke began to thrust his big cock in and out of her spasming pussy with even greater force to enhance the power of her release. He loved to watch passion contort a woman's face when she came, and Angela was no exception. The way her eyes rolled back and the veins in her neck popped out as she steadily screamed and convulsed beneath him turned him on so much he had to focus to keep from cumming.

Luke's steady strokes did not ease as he stroked in and out of her throbbing pussy. As Angela's orgasm began to ease, her legs lifted up in the air on each side of his waist as she opened herself completely to his conquering stabs. Her feet bounced and swayed in rhythm with his grunts as he pounded his cock into her.

His ass started a rolling motion as he moved his cock in and out while at the same time her nails clawed his shoulders. Squeals of pleasure escaped her mouth as her body writhed beneath him. Angela felt as if her insides were melting as her entire existence centered on the decadent meshing of their bodies.

"Oh yes, oh yes...oh please fuck me," she begged as her heels dug into his ass and she tried to pull him deeper.

Angela's normal verbal interactions during her infrequent lovemaking with her husband were soft moans and expressions of love. She had never been naughty or provocative, but now, stuffed with a fat cock, she was a hot slut, a quivering mass of sexual flesh taken to a base level. In fact, she didn't in any way resemble the quiet, conservative woman she had always been.

"Oh, yes, don't stop," Angela begged. Suddenly her legs stiffened and her hands clawed at his shoulders. "OHHH YES! OH MY GOD YES! FUCK ME! DON'T STOP! FUCK ME GOOD!" she wailed, as her body was consumed by another powerful orgasm. Her legs kicked in the air and her pelvis slammed against Luke's, her body meeting his with a resounding wet slap as she rose to welcome each thrust. Angela almost threw him off her when her body convulsed and she exploded into climax again. "OHHH, OHHH YESSS!" She screamed until he leaned forward and covered her mouth with his, taking the sounds of her pleasure into his mouth as she writhed with ecstasy.

Luke was afraid he was going to cum, so he froze in place with his cock buried inside her as she shuddered with pleasure. Angela's pussy was flowing like a river, her juices running down the crack of her ass to soak the cushions of the couch. She had never squirted before and didn't realize what had happened. All she knew was that the pleasure she was feeling far surpassed anything she had ever imagined.

As her shuddering gasps slowly calmed, Luke began to move his cock inside her again. Angela moaned, "Oh my God yes." as his strokes reignited

the fires within her. She locked her heels behind his ass and began to undulate her body, thrusting her pussy up to meet his cock as she begged, "Harder, fuck me harder."

Luke responded to her plea and started moving faster as she moaned and shook with rising pleasure. The squeaking of the couch and the wet sounds of her pussy filled the room as their bodies moved together in primal passion. Suddenly, Angela let out a sharp squeal of joy and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her body writhed with pleasure as she fucked him as hard as he was fucking her.

He suddenly pulled his huge dick out of her and turned her over onto her knees. This was Angela's favorite position and she eagerly scrambled to position herself to receive his cock again. She gasped and pushed back to meet him when his giant cock plunged into her doggie style. Even though she was up on her knees and elbows, Angela's big breasts were dragging back and forth against the cushions of the sofa as they swayed in response to Luke's pounding thrusts. She moaned as the rough fabric rubbed against her stiff nipples with a tantalizing friction that was driving her wild. She tilted her ass up and rocked back to meet him. Her moans of pleasure were punctuated by cries of ecstasy as he slammed his cock its full length inside her with each thrust of his hips.

She reached down and put two fingers on her clit. As Angela fingered her throbbing knob, she let her fingers slide back until she felt his steely shaft moving in and out of her pussy. As he thrust forward, his wet balls bumped into her fingers, a constant swaying slap that felt so erotic it was driving her even higher up her mountain of ecstasy. Angela went to work jiggling her clit between her fingertips and soon felt herself tittering on the brink of yet another orgasm.

"Oh Baby, I'm going to cum again," she announced when she felt the heat of her renewed arousal rising within her. Angela couldn't believe it. Orgasms with her first husband were rare and they never happened with Bob. Even with her first husband she had never had more than one. She had lost count of how many she had enjoyed with Luke and didn't care. Her body started to move as she worked to match the rhythm of his strokes. He groaned when she started working her hips faster as she thrust back to meet his cock. "Fuck yeah baby. You need it bad," he gasped.

"Umm...yes...oh yessss," she whimpered in reply.

He flipped her back over and immediately plunged back inside her. Luke pulled her legs up so that they were wrapped high around his waist and her back was arched. This made his cock sink even deeper and brought squeals and groans of pleasure from Angela. His head was next to hers and he was nibbling her ear. She tilted her head and offered him her neck, moaning as his mouth pulled on her skin. She would have a big hickey for everyone to see tomorrow, but right now she didn't care.

She felt his cock swelling inside her and knew he was going to cum soon. "Oh it's so good, so good." She whimpered as his thrusting cock drove the fires of her passion to new heights.

She started trembling when he asked, "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"Yes, yes...I want it," she cried out, and a few seconds later she continued, "Yes, give it to me. I want to feel it inside me."

Her words seemed to excite them both because he began slamming into her with a ferocious intensity that quickly pushed her toward the edge and then she was there.

"OHHH...OHHH YESSS! Fuck me...it's so good...so good..." she called out loudly as her body began to spasm and thrash as ecstasy flooded her.

For several, long moments a litany of grunts, whines and moans came from her as her orgasm lingered, helped no doubt by the fact that he continued to pummel her pussy with slamming thrusts of his big cock. Finally, his back stiffened and just as she was calming down his release arrived. With a final strong push that drew a loud moan from Angela, his body became rigid with his back arched and he held that position for long, lingering moments while his cock pulsed inside her. Finally with a satisfied sigh, he collapsed onto her limp body. As they floated in the afterglow of shared passion, her hand began to stroke the back of his head in an intimate gesture while her other hand caressed his ass while she welcomed the final drops of his cream inside her.

They snuggled together on the couch as their breath and the thudding of their hearts returned to normal. Her voice was soft as she whispered, "Luke, what we did is so wrong, but I don't want you to feel bad about it. I made this happen, it wasn't your fault. I can only hope and pray that you won't think I've ever done this with anyone before. I have never had sex with anyone but my two husbands in my life, and I can tell you this much, no one has EVER made me come like you just did."

With a tender kiss, Angela rose from the couch and started to get dressed. Luke watched her. He had never thought that a woman twice his age would be able to fuck like she did. Angela had just made all of the younger women he had fucked seem insignificant.

When she was dressed, she looked at him for a moment and then leaned down to kiss his again. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down beside him.

He kissed her eyes and then each cheek before his lips found hers again. When the soft, gentle kiss had ended, he asked, "When do I get to see you again?"

She whispered, "I don't know if we should." She stood and walked across the room. She paused at the door and looked back at Luke. Her eyes drifted down to his cock. Even limp it was bigger than her husband's and now she knew how well he could use it. "Soon. I'll be back soon." Without another word she turned and walked out the door.

The next morning there was a quarter size hickey at the base of Angela's neck and several more on her breasts. Her pussy was still red and swollen, but she was surprised by how happy and contented she felt. She knew she should feel ashamed of what she had done, but instead for the first time in her life she felt like a real woman.

As she used makeup to cover the hickey on her neck she knew she shouldn't see Luke again, but her memories of the night before and the pleasing soreness between her legs told her that she would see him again....and very soon.

I rub the sleep from my eyes as I pad down the hall to the kitchen for some coffee, but I stop dead when I hear my stepdad’s voice.

“Then when will you be in the mood? We haven’t had sex in almost two months.”

“I haven’t been into it. Not that I’ve ever been super horny,” Mom says. “You were plenty into it before we got married.”

“That’s not fair. It was new and exciting then. I’d only ever been with three other guys and they’d all been so tightly wound. I never had anyone tell me what to do like you did.”

“Like I still want to.”

I hear the huff of a sighed breath. “I thought it would keep my interest, but... Maybe I’m less sexual than I thought.”

“So this is just how it’s going to be?”

Guilt swirls inside me at eavesdropping on such a private conversation. I take a few steps back, missing any reply mom gives, and close the bedroom door I’d left ajar when I came into the hall.

I enter the kitchen and shuffle past my parents, pretending to be oblivious to the tension that fills the room like a suffocating smoke. When I reach up to grab a mug from the cupboard, I turn and notice my stepdad’s gaze on my ass.

After overhearing their conversation, I realize that he’s probably horny. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying his attention. Garrett is... well let’s just say if you have a thing for big Lumberjacks, he’s your ultimate fantasy Tall, gruff, wide-shouldered, chiseled, bearded, dark-haired, gray-eyed perfection.

He was even an honest-to-god lumberjack when he was younger. He used the scrap wood and taught himself how to make beautiful carvings and custom furniture. Now, people pay tens of thousands of dollars for each of his pieces. But he still lugs around huge chunks of wood and that keeps him in excellent shape.

When his gaze traces up my body to meet mine, his nostrils flare. He doesn’t seem to care that I caught him staring, though my cheeks heat as if I’ve been caught doing something wrong.

“Morning,” I say with a shy smile.

“Morning, Allie.”

His voice is deeper than usual, gravely. It vibrates along my spine and

makes me shiver. My hand shakes a little as I pour coffee into my mug. I’ve never been nervous around Garrett. Then again, I was sure he never saw me as anything more than a kid. Technically, I was jail bait until a few days ago.

“Are your friends still coming over this weekend?” Mom asks.

“Yes.” My voice squeaks a little.

When I look over at Garrett, he’s smirking at me like he knows exactly

why I’m suddenly on edge.

“I’m sorry I missed your eighteenth,” he says.

“It’s fine. I didn’t expect you to cancel your trip.”

“Still, I’ll have to get you a present. I was thinking I’d let you pick

something out.”

“You better put a price limit on that or she’ll max out your credit card,”

Mom says.

“Maybe I could take you with me the next time I have to deliver a piece

to LA.”

“I’m a little old for Disneyland.”

“I was thinking more about going to a beach where you can actually

swim in the water.”

I nod. I’m not going to turn down Garrett in a swimsuit. The weather in

Seattle doesn’t often call for swim wear.

“Talk about maxing out your credit card.” Mom rolls her eyes.

“The trip is tax deductible for me. Allie’s present will be the cost of her airfare.”

“No missing school, though,” Mom says.

Before I can answer, her phone rings and she picks it up. It’s barely seven and her work is already calling her about an emergency. I slump down and rest my elbows on the counter as I bring my mug to my mouth.

“Maybe when you have a holiday,” Garrett says.

“A holiday?”

“From school.”

When I look up, his eyes aren’t on me, or rather not on my face. Me

leaning onto the counter allows him to see straight down my shirt. And I’m in a low cut pajama top with no bra. My breasts dangle from my chest. And because my hands are on my mug, my arms press them together, making some stellar cleavage.

Garrett clears his throat. He leans a little closer. “You shouldn’t dress like that around me, Allie.”

I bite my lower lip. His voice and his words have my nipples contracting. And when I press my thighs together, they glide easily with the wetness between them.

“Why not?” I whisper.

“Because if you do, especially if you bed over like that, I might not be responsible for my actions.”

“What,” I clear my throat. “What would you do?”

His eyes burn with the heat of a thousand suns. His beard shifts as half his mouth tips up in a dirty, knowing smirk.

Garrett looks over at Mom, who’s bending over her tablet, tapping away as she talks on the phone. I’m still watching mom when I feel his callused fingertips on the bare skin of my thigh.

M y breath hitches as his hand draws a lazy line up and down the back of my leg. He moves a few inches closer to me so that both of our lower

halves are hidden behind the counter.

“If you keep prancing around the house like this, I might take as a sign that you want me to touch you.”

I swallow as his fingers get a tiny bit higher with each pass.

“Is that what you want, Allie?”

I can’t even form words to answer.

“If you show me your tits again, I’m going to pinch them. Is that what you want?”

“Is... is that what you want?” I ask.

“Are you asking because you want to please me?”

Do I? Yes. I do, so I nod.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

I moan and shift my hips at his words.

“You like praise, Allie?”

“I... don’t know.”

“Then let me ask you this, do you want to be daddy’s good girl?”

A drip of wetness overflows from inside me. It cascades down my inner thigh. I close my eyes, praying he doesn’t feel it. But then he groans and whispers a curse.

His hand trails higher, slipping into the loose leg of my pajama shorts. When his fingers glide through the wetness on my thighs, his hand tightens around my leg.

“Fuck,” he whispers.

We both look over at Mom, but she’s still talking on the phone, looking down at her tablet.

“You want it, don’t you, Allie?”

I nod.

“Give me words. Tell me you want it.”

“I... I want it.”

He leans even closer, whispering into my ear. “Say ‘I want it, Daddy,’

like a good girl.”

I shudder. “I want it, Daddy,” I whisper.

“Good girl.”

His finger traces over my entrance, then glides higher. I’m already close to coming. If he touches my clit, I know I’ll combust, but I want it. I need it. I grip the edge of the counter and tilt my hips back to give him better access.

Mom groans, taps at her phone to end the call, starts stuffing all her things into her bag and says, “I need to go in early.”

Daddy and I break apart as she walks around the counter to fill an insulated travel mug with coffee. I pant as I grit my teeth.

My hands still grip the counter, but now in frustration because I was so close. When I look over at Daddy, he’s watching me. Our eyes lock and hold as he lifts his finger to his mouth and licks them clean. My mouth drops open.

I may technically be a virgin, but I thought I knew a lot about sex and what turned me on. Turns out, I have no clue, because watching my stepdad lick my flavor from his fingers is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Garrett,” Mom says. “I need you to move your truck. You’re blocking me in.”

He looks at his watch. “I have to get going, anyway. I’m supposed to pick up a load of reclaimed wood at eight and it’ll take me a while to get there.”

“Let’s go, then,” Mom says before turning to me and adding, “Don’t be late for school.”

“That’s right,” Daddy says. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I say it in a bratty voice that has Mom rolling her eyes and turning for the garage. But Daddy stays there for a minute, watching me. His gaze trails down my body, then back up. Then he presses the heel of his hand to the tent in his jeans and lets out a deep groan as he shifts his hips.

“We’ll finish this later,” he says before turning and following mom out to the garage.