“God it is just so big… and I have never done anything like this,” I explained as I slowly approached the huge cock, my eyes growing wide.

I kissed him softly, running my tongue over the head, while his hands ran along the back of my neck and into my hair.  With a gentle push he slid my lips down around him further and let out a deep groan.

“That’s right, like that baby,” he said as he gently pulled my head up and down his shaft.

I could hear his breath as it grew ragged.  I based my every move on the signals I was getting from his body.  I could feel the space between my legs, and I was wet.  I couldn’t believe what was happening, in fact, I kept imagining that I would wake up and find myself dreaming.  I had started the day as an invisible step daughter, and now I was in an expensive car giving the man-of-the-house a blowjob!   I shivered with excitement.

Before long I began to learn how he liked it.  He was moaning and I thought I was pleasing him, but I was wrong.   His strong grip pushed me down further and his thick long rod filled me.  I tried to pull back but he held me there.  He pulsed his hips, allowing his cock to slide further into the back of my throat.  Again I tried to pull back, this time worried that I might gag, or even bite down!  I held my mouth open as my eyes began to water and he forced me to remain in my place.  With one deliberate push I felt my throat expand wider than I ever thought possible.

I could hear him gasp--clearly he was enjoying his cock deep down my tight little throat.  I forced back the urge to gag and pushed myself deeper, swallowing around his huge cock.

“Ah fuck, Kirsten, you’re going to make me cum,” he said with wild frustration, pulling me up suddenly from his cock.    "You little cock tease!  You know a lot more about sucking than you let on."

“Take off your clothes,” he demanded.  With strong hands he pulled my skirt up to expose my naked bottom.

“Do you have any idea what you did to me today?” he scolded.  I didn't.  I simply stared back at him, feeling guilty.

“You are a naughty girl.  Every time I see you in your miniskirts I have to find an excuse to disappear so I can jack-off.”

I was surprised by his words.  I had no idea I had such an effect on him.  Sure, I had a vague suspicion that he was somewhat into me, but I had no idea he thought that much about me. I could feel my stomach tighten once again into a knot.  I wanted him to want me that bad.  I wanted to please him again and again, to make him fall in love with me.

“Your legs, your perfectly tanned, smooth skin." His hands slid up my calves and to my thighs as he spoke.  “And your hips.  GOD, your hips look like they came off a woman twice your size.  And this,” he gripped my ass cheeks firmly and pulled them apart, spreading me, my body responding with lustful desire for him to go further, “your mother has nothing on this.”

He then took me over his knee and gave me a hard spanking.  "And that's for sneaking into our room!  A bad, bad girl like you must be punished," he scolded.

"Oh daddy!" I pouted seductively.

I then pulled the little skirt off over my head, displaying my body for his unobstructed view. His eyes scanned over me silently, and for a moment I was scared that he had changed his mind when he got up suddenly and left the car.  I exhaled, a feeling of dread resonating through me.

But before I could have another negative thought my door flew open and Jonathan ripped me from the seat, powerfully lifting me and throwing me over the hood of the Mercedes.  His eyes were startlingly dark, as if he were possessed, and he pinned my hands to my lower back while his legs spread mine apart.

I could feel his thick tip sliding along the slick and sensitive skin between my thighs, and with a building pressure he slowly pressed forward.

“Too much!” I cried out as I felt my pussy stretching around his swollen head.  “Please, slowly!”

He slowed his progress. “Take the reins baby,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

I pushed back slowly, gasping and whimpering as every inch of his cock slowly entered me, filling me, stretching me—until suddenly, I stopped.  I could feel the thin piece of flesh that signified my virtue.

“I had no idea.  How is it that a naughty thing like you hasn’t had a cock inside of you?” he said, astonished by the fleshy hymen his cock was pressed firmly against.

“I told you, I haven’t done this before.  A girl is only a virgin once, and I wasn’t going to give myself up to just anybody.”  I turned my head and stared back at him.  His body towering over me, muscles bulging and sweat forming as he struggled to control his lust.

“I wanted a man,” I whispered, but then louder.  “I wanted a man, Jonathan.  I want you!”

Jonathan lustfully pressed the last of his thick rod deeply into my belly and I felt a pop as he tore through my innocence.  My pussy was screaming with pain as it stretched to accommodate his huge cock.  He was so big.  Too big.

“Oh god, again,” I cried out, as he withdrew and slowly slid down my tunnel once more.  I could feel the pleasure building within me.  I wanted him, deeper, harder, faster.

I let out a moan as he picked up his rhythm.  “Fuck me harder, please, please! Oh! Yeah, yeah!”

His hips were pounding into me; the residual heat of the engine warm against my chest while the warm night air flowed across my back.  I was alive, every inch of me.

“Beg me baby.  Tell me how you want it.”

“Harder.” I cried out again.  “Faster…  Deeper!”

I spread my hips wider for him and his powerful hips came crashing down onto my fleshy rump.  I was screaming, and I didn’t care if anyone heard me.  His hands spread my cheeks wide and I felt my body begin to shake and tense.  Turning my head to look back I could see his eyes locked on the secret place between my legs.  He was watching his thick cock enter my tight little hole.  He was spreading my ass, and I imagined for a moment what it would be like for him to go in there.  Just the thought of him watching me, naughty little me.  I thought I was going to cum right then and there just from the thought of it all.

“Make me cum, daddy,” I screamed, wanting him to cum with me.  Our bodies were grounded, but our souls were high above the city.  Closer and closer we came with each thrust, and suddenly I knew I was beyond any point of return.

“I'm gonna fucking blow, Kirsten.  I am going to cum in your tight little pussy.”   Jonathan kept ramping it up, pummeling harder and harder.  Pleasure overwhelmed me like nothing I had ever felt, warming my fingertips, my toes, my thighs and the sensitive place between my thighs.  My pussy tensed and convulsed around him as I felt a wave of pleasure engulf me, tumble me, and release me.  He had fucked an orgasm out of me, and I wanted to make him cum too.

“Oh god, cum inside of me, cum baby, cum!”  I cried out.

He was grunting, deep guttural sounds of ecstasy as my pussy worked around him in rhythmic pulses.  He knew I was cuming and he pulled my hair back, making my convulsions even more intense.

Oh fuck… The realization hit me suddenly and like a ton of bricks as the wave of pleasure passed…  He wasn’t wearing a condom!

“Wait!  Oh, oh, oh fuck.  Please.”  I tried to stop him, and myself, but my body was too far gone.  I was rising again, my young and needy body eager for more, threatening to cum again at every thrust.  Every bit of my flesh wanted him to keep going despite the tiny voice that warned me of the danger.  His cock slid deep, in and out, in and out, as his groans grew louder.

“Please!”  I cried once more, a futile attempt.

“What is it?  You want to cum again?  Beg for it baby, tell daddy what you want!”

“I want…”  I could hardly talk, hardly think, my entire body was vibrating at a frequency I had never experienced.