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Knees either side of his thighs you drop your cunt over his swollen head and gasp. He hisses and digs his hands into your waist, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to hold you steady. You keep going, slowly sinking onto him and you push your face into his shoulder as a distraction from the stretch he gives you. He curses as you keep sliding down his shaft, slick dripping onto his balls. 

“Jack!" You whine into his neck and cease any further movements. "You're a lot to take. Feels so good-ah-but fuck.”

“It's alright darlin’, you're doing amazing.” He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, gripping your face to make you look at him. “God, you're already making me feel so good. Let me take control, ease you through it, um?” 

Your heavy eyes show how utterly wrecked you are and it spurs him on even more. Knowing his dick can make you look so fucked out and he's not even bottomed out yet, it nearly breaks his composure. Nearly. 

“We can stop if you wa-”

“No, no, I can take it, just -” you steady out a breath and continue “fuck, need you to fill me up daddy. I want you.” 

“Mm, you're so greedy.” He wants to snap his hips and rut into you until you scream his name but he knows that's not what you need right now. "Okay baby girl, let me talk you through it. Listen to me, yeah?” 

You nod and grip onto his shoulders even tighter, briefly capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

“Well, first things first can't have you so tense sweetheart. You gotta relax around me.” You feel his hands climb your spine as he begins rubbing little circles into your skin with his heavenly, thick fingers.

The hands that are performing miracles into your deltoids are the same hands that save hundreds of lives everyday. Perform surgeries and help the injured. These hefty, calloused, working hands that are calibrated so precisely into you right now. You might as well be literal putty. 

He graces you with a peck on the lips. On your cheek. Both hands now massaging the muscle above your clavicle. His lips rest on your forehead. “Re-” He punctuates the syllables, kisses your temple. “-lax.” You groan into his ear when he deftly rubs into a sweet spot, his breath fanning over you.

You feel yourself unknot, you unclasp your grip on his frame to a loose hold and toy with the nape of his hair, unconsciously moving closer to him. 

“That's a good girl.” He coos into your ear. “Lettin’ me take care of you.” 

Your head feels fuzzy. He's so intoxicating, the drawl of his voice coating you like warm caramel. You kiss him again, a bit harder this time, you feel more desperate but he slowly pulls back.

“Hey, let's keep this nice and slow, yeah?” He grunts trying to keep his cock where you left it, still halfway inside you. “Wanna feel every bit of you when I sink into this tight hole, umm.”

You nod again, so cock drunk, you'd do anything he says right now.

“Gonna start movin’ now darlin’, you gonna be a good girl?” His hands are still soothing you and another nod is all you can give him. 

“Talk t'me baby, lemme hear you.” 

“Yea-” you whimper out, fixated in his stare, his hands still working wonders. There is a pause as he searches your eyes and then- 

“Three...” He says drawing the word out as his hips lift into you, slowly giving you more of him. Your eyes roll back and he doesn't stop rubbing your neck, applying just the right amount of pressure in just the right spots, relaxing you further.

“So good baby-ah-fuck.” You're mewl into him in such a blissed out state, you almost don't feel the burn of him inside you. 

“Two…” he's still sinking further, getting ever so close to his hilt, nearly fully taking him in. “That's it, pretty girl, take this dick.” His hands slide to the tip of your spine now, still kneading your flushed skin. 

He feels amazing. His hands, drawing on you like they are, his cock filling you with a delicious burn that's turning mellow and his little grunts as he fills you deeper making your clit twitch. You feel like you're floating. 

“One…” he lets his cock sit in you, finally bottomed out. He weaves one of his hands into your hair and pulls you down to a lazy kiss, his other hand still concentrating on the knots in your trapezius. 

“Good girl.” He praises against your mouth. “Listened t’me so well.” 

The feeling of him in your tummy is so delicious and full that you can't do anything other than stare blankly into his soft, green irises. Truth be told, he's just as fucked as you are with your taught walls squeezing him like they are.

he’s sat watching tv, wearing some boxers and a t-shirt, one hand resting over his thigh and the other resting on the arm of the couch. you walk into the room and sit on the other couch, tucking your legs under you as you turn your head to the tv, watching whatever robby’s decided to put on—which you figure out soon enough is an old police drama re-run.

you try and focus on it, rather than robby. but your eyes keep drifting over to him, your hand subconsciously finding its way between your legs. robby notices but doesn’t acknowledge it, instead keeps his eyes on the tv show and just adjusts himself through the material of his boxers. you sink down into the couch, hand still between your legs, closing your eyes and sighing out. robby looks over at you now, smirking and tugging at his length, looking away quickly when he notices you open your eyes. but he notices out his peripheral vision, that you’re staring. at him, at the bulge in his boxers and you’re almost salivating at it.

“want a taste?”

robby’s words shook you from your thoughts, making you realise just how much you’d been staring at him, or rather at the slight bulge in his boxers, his hand now stroking at his length through the material.

“uhm.. what? uhh..”

“i said.. want a taste? you’ve been staring at my cock for a while, honey.. seems like you’re a little desperate..”

you swallowed thickly and just nodded, getting up off the couch and sinking to your knees, before crawling over to him and situating yourself between his legs. he just smiled at you, tugging at his length while he tilted his head at you, reaching to cup your chin with his other hand. you went to lean forward, opening your mouth slightly and trying to suck on his length through the material, but he stopped you.

“ah ah, only good girls get to suck dad’s cock.. have you been a good girl?”

“i have.. i promise!”

“alright, baby.. go on then, i’ll let you have a little taste..”

robby took his hand away from your chin, reaching down into his boxers and pulling his cock out, pushing it down until the tip hit your tongue. he didn’t even have to help you, you just eagerly bobbed your head forward, spluttering out when the blunt head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“s’only halfway in baby, fuck.. you like having dad’s cock in your mouth huh?”

you just nodded, closing your eyes and happily taking more of him deeper down your throat, his hand coming up to grab at the back of your head. he gently encouraged you to keep taking more of him, occasionally pulling you off him to let you breathe, cooing soft praises at you when he did.

“doin’ so good for dad.. so proud of you, baby.. takin’ my cock so well.. bet that little pussy of yours is tight, d’you think i could fit my cock in there too? would stretch you out so only my cock would fit.. only dad’s cock would feel good in that warm hole.. isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“mmfmhm!” your words were gargled and muffled from the way his cock was almost halfway down your throat, eyes squeezed shut and saliva dribbling out the corners of your mouth. he slowly threaded his fingers through your hair, trying to relax you as he pulled you forward, making sure that your nose was bumping against his stomach. your mouth and throat was now full with every inch of his cock. your stepdad’s cock. the man your mom left in charge of you this weekend, the man who was supposed to be looking after you. he pulled you off him then, wiping the saliva from your mouth and chin, cooing and kissing your cheek and telling you what a good job you’re doing.

you just whined, leaning forward again, taking him in your mouth once more. he just chuckled as you bobbed your head forward, flicking your eyes to look up at him.

“you just keep sucking dad’s cock while he watches tv, okay?”

you nodded, placing your hands on his knees as you bobbed your head back and forth, not caring about how much saliva you’re dripping onto the wooden floor as you keep bumping your nose onto his stomach. robby just rests his hand on the top of your head, stroking your hair. you sigh in contentment, tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, humming as he hisses through his teeth.

“such a good girl, honey.. always such a good girl f’me..”

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but then he thinks about how serious this relationship with your mom is, and if it keeps happening, then by summer you’ll be back in the house. in skimpy bikinis lounging in the backyard, looking so pretty and soft, skin all sun-kissed and he’s supposed to not touch you? oh he’s so fucked.

the last night before you leave, he sneaks into your room again, but refuses to kiss you. you pout and watch him sit down on your bed, following him and sitting next to him. he just sighs, eyes glassy as he looks at you.

“if i’m still here when you come over during the summer.. we can’t keep doing this, okay?”

“but—”

“i’m serious.. i’m your stepdad, okay? it’s just.. not right..”

the conversation didn’t last long after that, you rolled your eyes and pushed him back onto the bed, swinging your leg over him and straddling his hips. you pulled off your pajama top, before placing your hands on his warm, bare chest and tilting your head at him. it didn’t take long for him to give in, his hands on your waist as you grinned and started grinding slowly against him. he lifted you up slightly, pulling his cock out and letting your slide your underwear to the side, before he pulled you back down, sinking onto him with a gasp.

“feels s’good, dad..”

“don’t call me that, jesus fuck..” robby groaned, squeezing your hips tightly, his eyes screwed shut as he held you close to him, hips lifting up slightly to fuck himself more into you.

“feels like.. like you like being called dad while i ride your cock.. don’t you, dad?”

“go back to calling me robby, okay?”

“but dad..”

robby grunted, pulling you off him and letting you sit atop his stomach as he came, spilling himself down his cock and over your ass. you just whined and pouted, before going to the bathroom and cleaning yourself up this time, leaving robby in your bed, still contemplating what the fuck just happened. when you came back, his cock was back in his pants and he was sat up at the edge of your bed, head in his hands. you tiptoed over and sat next to him, placing one hand on his thigh.

“you can say you don’t but we both know you like being called dad while you fuck me..”

“don’t start this..” robby speaks lowly, standing up and walking to your door, but stops before he turns the handle, turning to face you for a second, before continuing to talk, “that was the last time, okay? we’re never doing this again.. do you understand me?”

“okay, dad.. whatever..” you rolled your eyes, voice laced with sarcasm as you get back into bed, laying on your stomach and stretching one knee upwards, knowing full well that robby can see up your sleep shorts. he gripped the handle of your door as he turned it, opening it and leaving, cursing quietly as he goes back to his room.

“hi coach! is everything okay?”

“jesus fuck.. go and put your shirt back on..” robby choked on his words, watching as you bounded towards him, skirt pulled slightly higher up on your waist and upper body clad only in your tiny sports bra.

“it stinks, i had to throw it in the wash bag.. sorry..”

“s’fine.. just need a quick chat, okay?”

“did i do something wrong?”

robby just huffed out a laugh and shook his head, dropping his head to face the ground for a second, before looking back at you, a soft smile on his face. it’s the first time you’d ever seen him genuinely smile properly.

“well for starters you’re parading around looking like that.. and don’t even get me started on that sweet little voice you clearly put on just to rile me up..” robby spoke sternly, and all you could do was pout, lip trembling as you looked up at him, letting him continue talking, “also, are you purposefully showing yourself off in front of me because you think it’ll get you special treatment? or do you just like acting like a whore?”

“i.. uhm.. n-no..”

“so it’s just a special little show for me then?” his voice deepened as he pushed off the umpires stand, moving to stand directly in front of you. his hands dropped to push inside his pockets as you suddenly felt even smaller in front of him—and maybe a little turned on but you can’t help yourself. he’s right, everything you do, every little bounce and skip around the courts, is all for him.

“maybe.. do you.. d-do you like it?”

“i’ll have to think about it.. how about you practice your grip and then i’ll let you know..”

you nodded, moving to step back and grab a racquet but he stopped you, hand grabbing your wrist as he slowly tried pushing you to get on your knees in front of him. you obeyed, looking up at him all doe-eyed, his hand still grabbing your wrist as you watched him pull his shorts down slightly, letting his cock spring free. he moved your hand to wrap around his length and groaned when your fingers couldn’t touch when you gripped him.

“s’good.. s’good, sweetheart.. now c’mon, show me what you know..”

he had one hand braced on the umpires stand as you moved your head forward, licking a stripe up the underside of his length, shifting your legs together when you heard him groan. the hand that was on your wrist was now on your head, gripping your hair and pulling you even more forward so the blunt head of his cock was now in your mouth.

“think you can take it all, hmm?” robby tilted his head, pulling you off him and admiring the dripping saliva at the corners of your mouth.

“yeah.. yeah i can..”

“go on then sweetheart..”

you leaned forward, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out, letting him slap his cock on your tongue a few times, eyes darkening as you grinned up at him. he then pulled your head forward until the tip of his cock was gagging you at the back of your throat, saliva spilling out of your mouth as you spluttered and choked out. he pulled you off him for only a second, before shoving his cock back in your mouth and down your throat. your eyes were all glossy, dazed out and rolled back into your head every time you felt him hit the back of your throat, and it hurt just a little—but god, you were loving it.

“god, you’re filthy aren’t you.. letting me do this to you in public.. such a good girl f’me.. would y’let me fuck you right here, hmm?” robby spoke softly, eyes darkened and pupils dilated as he pulled you off him, wiping your saliva all over your mouth, and cleaning up any that dripped down your chin.

“please?” you whined out, shifting to kneel up, hoping he’d make you stand up and push you against the umpires chair. he tilted his head slightly, cupping your chin and rubbing his thumb over your lips, which were wet and glistening from the saliva coating them.

“yeah? anyone could come in and see us.. y’want that? want everyone to see how much you love being fucked by your old coach, hmm?”

“mmhm.. i do, please..”

robby then pulled you up, pushing you into the umpires stand, your hands braced against the cool metal as he flipped up your skirt and pulled your underwear to the side. he let out a long and raspy fuckkkk as he saw your juices dripping out of you.

“fuck, baby.. you all wet like this just for me? oh, i’m gonna have fun with you aren’t i.. lucky me gets to have this tight little pussy all to himself.. shit..”

he moved forward, his feet either side of yours as you bent over slightly, giving him easier access as he sinks his cock inside you. he throws his head back, groaning as his hands grip your waist, hard enough to almost leave bruises—and some sick part of you almost wished he had. he bottomed out inside you, letting you feel his heavy cock fill you up, veins burning deliciously against your gummy walls and the blunt head of his cock poking at your cervix. it was enough to make you cry, choking back tears as he pushed your cheek into the cold metal of the stand in front of you.

“like being manhandled, baby? like being roughed up and stretched out on my thick cock, hmm?”

“yes, daddy..”

“yeah? say thank you then..”

“t-thank you daddy.. thank you for filling up my little pussy.. feels so.. s-so good.. s’big.. want to do this again.. wan’you to keep fucking me until my little pussy is all loose.. please..”

“yeah? god, you really are fuckin’ filthy..” robby grunted out, hands still on your waist as he kept pulling out and plunging his cock back inside you, spurred on by every little pathetic whimper and whine that left your lips. it’s not long before your legs are shaking and he’s gripping your hips tighter to hold you up, letting your orgasm wash over you, dripping yourself all over his cock, tip still pushing against your cervix.

“where d’you want it, baby?”

“m-mouth.. please..”

robby quickly pulled out, letting you sink back down to your knees as he shoved his cock back in your mouth—thankfully, just in time as he grunts and places one hand on the umpire stand behind you, ropes of his hot white cum dribbling down your throat. you eagerly swallowed before standing up, letting him adjust your underwear and skirt before he took your chin between his fingers and opened up. he smirked and leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

“you need a ride home?”

“i was just gonna walk, it’s not far..”

“your legs are all wobbly, let me drive you home..”

and so he did, one hand on your thigh the whole ride back to your parents’ house, which you didn’t really want to still be living in while attending college—but it saves money on dorms so you can afford a nice apartment once you graduate. you made sure your parents weren’t looking through the window as you leaned over to press a soft kiss to robby’s lips.

“i uhm.. my parents are going out tomorrow night.. if you want to come over? maybe around 8?”

“for practice or practice?”

“hmm.. definitely practice..”

which, honestly, wasn’t helped by the fact that you had to now share a hotel room with him. you just silently thanked the gods above that there were two beds. you set your suitcase down on the bed, opening it up and taking out your clothes to hang them in the closet, keeping them to one side so robby can have the other side. once you had finished, the door opened and robby came in, lugging a suitcase behind him. smiling at him, you set your suitcase on the floor and lay down on your bed, scrolling through your phone as he hung up his clothes and proceeded to lay on his bed, exhaling slightly. you just laughed softly before trying to make light small talk with him, chatting about the vacation and how he got roped into coming—which he tells you is that he’s going through a divorce and your dad suggested he tag along to get a break from everything.

from that moment on, you decided to make sure he had the best vacation possible, completely forgetting about the divorce and the problems back home. over the course of the two weeks, you grew a lot closer to him, asking him oh so nicely to put sunscreen on your back whenever you were at the beach, knowing his eyes were lingering on your skin as he rubbed the lotion on. and every night when you got back to the hotel room, you’d pretend to be asleep when he came out the bathroom but slowly open your eyes as he walked out the door, towel hanging low on his waist as he grabbed his clothes, before returning to the bathroom to get dressed and ready for bed. it was just getting increasingly frustrating that you wanted him so badly but couldn’t do anything about it. or so you thought.

one night you couldn’t sleep and got up, tiptoeing over to robby laying in bed and tapped his shoulder. then again and again until he woke up, groaning and rubbing his eyes until he was awake.

“i uhm.. i can’t sleep.. can i lay in here?”

“i uhm.. don’t think that’s appropriate.. just go back to bed and try to sleep, okay?”

“uncle robby, please.. makes me feel safer if i’m in here..”

“just.. okay, fine.. but face away from me, okay?”

you nodded, letting him slide across the bed, letting you get in. you smiled and settled down, watching him turn away from you and you closed your eyes. you soon fell asleep a lot easier and woke up before robby did, eyes open watching his chest rise and fall slowly as he breathed in his sleep. your eyes drifted away from him and that’s when you saw it. you didn’t mean to look, honest, but how could you not notice the bulge in his boxers, twitching slightly as he slept. you also didn’t mean to touch it, but you just wanted to help—what you didn’t expect, however, is when you did touch it, that your name would fall from his lips, breathy and almost needy.

“mmmf.. fuck.. shit.. jesus, kid, what are you doing?” robby blurted out as he stirred awake, his eyes looking down at your hand over his crotch, trying to grab around the girth of his cock through his boxers. you pulled your hand away and looked at him, eyes wide and glossy, as if trying to blink back tears.

“was just tryin’ to help you.. m’sorry..”

“it’s inappropriate.. i told you to keep to your side, fuck, you shouldn’t even be in my bed.. your dad would fuckin’ kill me..”

“he doesn’t have to know.. please let me help you, uncle robby..”

he groans quietly when you say that, like he knows it shouldn’t be turning him on, getting his dick hard in the morning after thinking of you in his dreams—and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“i heard that.. you like when i call you uncle robby, don’t you?”

“don’t go there.. don’t.”

you got up and walked to stand at the end of the bed, before getting back on and straddling one of his legs, then leaned down and mouthed at his girth through his boxers.

“please let me help you.. please..”

“fuck.. jesus, kid.. okay, fine.. shit..”

you grinned, eagerly pulling his boxers over his cock, mouth agape when it sprung free, landing heavy on his stomach. whining, you leaned down to kiss along his length, hand trying to curl around his girth but your fingers barely touched.

“might not fit, uncle robby.. s’too big..”

“i’m not fucking you.. just.. just jerk me off..” robby groaned, his hand reaching down to grab your wrist, guiding you to pump your hand up and down his length.

“just like that, okay? fuck.. m’supposed to be looking after you.. not.. doing this, shit..”

you didn’t jerk him off for long, he was getting close and despite his earlier protest of not fucking you, he couldn’t help but think about how warm and tight you’d be. so he growled at you to stop and you mumbled something about if you’d done something wrong but then robby ordered you to lay on the bed, face down and you gleefully followed his orders. he got up and straddled the backs of your thighs, pulling your underwear to the side, hissing through his teeth when he saw how wet and glistening your pussy was.

“you this wet from helping out your old uncle robby, hmm? get your hand around my cock and you start dripping in your underwear, hmm?”

“mhmm.. please, uncle robby.. please..”

“alright, sweetheart, alright.. gonna hurt a bit but just be good f’me, okay?”

the burn and the stretch did hurt, but god, it felt so good. one of his hands grabbed at your waist, while the other held your head in place, pushing you further into the mattress. you practically went limp, letting him manhandle you and toss you around however he wanted to—and it only made you wetter and wetter, the squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of your pussy echoing around the room.

he considered coming inside you, but ultimately ended up pulling out, spilling himself across your ass, his fingers smoothing over your pussy as you came down from your own orgasm. he grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and cleaned you up before flipping you over and letting you lay down on the mattress. he situated himself between your legs and one hand reached down to stroke your cheek, smiling at you as you grabbed his hand and pressed a soft kiss to his palm.

“can.. we, uhm.. can w-we do this again, uncle robby?” you stuttered over your words, still recovering from earlier. robby sighed and lay down beside you, hand still on your cheek as he turned you to face him. in his head he was saying no, no never again, no this shouldn’t even have happened in the first place, no, no, no, no, no. and he started to say it out loud but you interrupted him.

“i don’t—”

“it can be our little secret, uncle robby.. promise i won’t tell anyone..”

“okay..”

the rest of the vacation went exactly as you planned. every night you’d sneak over to robby’s bed, kissing him softly while he hooked your leg over him, letting you straddle him. the more you kissed him, the more desperate you got, even going so far as to rut against his belly and the smattering of hair leading down below the waistband of his pajama shorts.

“so fuckin’ needy.. gettin’ all worked up over your old uncle robby, hmm? what d’you need, kid.. tell me..”

“need you, uncle robby.. want you to stretch me out again.. please..”

“yeah? she miss me huh? can’t go one fuckin’ day without wanting your uncle robby’s cock in her, can she?”

he’d always fuck you to sleep, kissing you gently as he cleaned you up, smiling as you lay in his bed, legs tangled in his sheets. he’d throw the washcloth in the shower, before returning back to you, getting into bed and letting you nestle into his side as you both slowly fell asleep, warm skin on warm skin, which was soon cooled down by the salty breeze from outside, blowing in through the open window.

you’d always wake up before him, leaning up to kiss his cheek mumbling out morning uncle robby, to be greeted with a groan and then a yawn and him kissing your cheek, followed by a mornin’ kid. you would just giggle, hooking your leg over his thigh and letting him lazily kiss you until you’d whine into his mouth and he’d have to stop you.

“gotta get up for breakfast, sweetheart.. c’mon we can sneak off later, okay?”

“okay..”

later on you’d pretend to yawn, robby obviously offering to take you back to your room for a nap—which included you laying down on his bed, and his head between your legs, mouth sloppily and lazily eating you out for ages, followed by him sitting on the edge of the bed and you on your knees in front of him, mouth stuffed full with his cock as he cooed and praised at you from above, then culminating with missionary on his bed, his hand gently stroking your cheek as he lazily thrust in and out of you, letting you feel every inch of his length from tip to base.

afterwards, when you’d be laying in bed together, you think back to day one, when he mentioned the whole reason why he’s here. you think about it more and more, comparing it to the time you’ve spent with him—all the stolen kisses, the jokes, the way he cares about you, the sex, the everything. and you just can’t comprehend someone throwing it all away.

“just doesn’t make sense to me, uncle robby..”

“what doesn’t?”

“your wife.. or ex-wife now.. falling out of love with you? when the sex is that mind blowing?”

robby just laughs, pulling you in closer to him and kissing your forehead, unaware of you rolling your eyes and nuzzling your face into his neck. you could live like this forever, by his side, skin to skin, draping yourself over him and trying to be as close as humanly possible. you just know your dad would kill him if he ever found it. so it stayed your little secret, for the rest of the vacation and beyond.