Comforting step dad

It's been a month since Mom died, and I can't stand watching my stepdad cry every night. His sobs echo through the house, pulling at something deep inside me. He's always been kind, but now he's broken, vulnerable in a way that makes my chest ache. I know what he needs, even if he doesn't. Tonight, I decide to give it to him.

I slip into his bedroom quietly, the door creaking just a little. He's in bed, the covers pulled up to his chest, his face turned away. I climb in beside him, pressing my body against his back. "Daddy," I whisper, my voice soft and soothing. "I hate seeing you like this. Let me comfort you. I can be your wife now. I'll take care of you."

He startles awake, rolling over to face me, his eyes wide with shock in the dim light from the hallway. "Betty? What are you doing? This isn't possible. You're young, and you're my daughter. Get back to your room." His voice is rough, laced with confusion and a hint of fear.

I nod, pretending to agree, my heart pounding. "Okay, Daddy. I'm sorry." But I don't leave. Instead, I snuggle closer, laying my head on his shoulder until his breathing evens out again, thinking I've gone to sleep.

I'm not a virgin. I know exactly what men and women do to each other—I've felt it before, learned it the hard way. The thought makes heat pool between my legs. Quietly, I slide under the blankets, my hands finding the waistband of his pajamas. I tug them down just enough, and there it is—his soft cock. It's nine inches of pure beauty and fatness. Bigger than all I've seen. I wrap my lips around it, sucking gently at first, my tongue swirling over the head.

It grows in my mouth, thickening and hardening against my tongue. It's so strange for a man who doesn't want to, the way it pulses and stretches my jaws, warm and veiny, tasting faintly of salt. The taste of precum. I bob my head, taking more of it, my cheeks hollowing as I suck harder.

Suddenly, his hand grips my hair, yanking me up. He's awake now, his face flushed and panicked. "Betty! Stop! What the hell are you doing?, He pushes me away, scrambling to pull up his pants." This is wrong. I'll take you to therapy tomorrow. You need help."

Tears well in my eyes as I sit up, the blanket falling away to reveal my naked body." I'm sorry, Daddy. I promise I won't do anything to you again." But even as I say it, I reach for his hand, guiding it between my thighs. His fingers brush my pussy, and I rub one along the slick folds, pressing it against my clit. I'm already wet, aching for him.

His breathing turns rough, ragged gasps filling the room. He tries to pull away, but his finger twitches, sliding deeper. "Betty, please don't force me to fuck you. This can't happen. You are only fifteen." His voice cracks, his body tense beside me.

"Daddy," I murmur, leaning in close, "I want to make you happy, like Mommy did. Let me." I shift, grinding my naked crotch against the bulge in his pajamas. His dick is hard now, straining against the fabric as I rock my hips, rubbing my pussy along its length through the thin material. He groans, still begging, "No, Betty, stop... we can't...it's too big and your body is too small... I will hurt you"

I pause, looking into his eyes. Yes I am 5'2 and 45 kilograms and he is seven foot tall. My dad wasn't small either. If I wasn't mixed with Asian I would probably be big. "My real dad used to do this to me, Daddy. From the first time I was very young. That's why he's in prison now. If I can handle him, I can handle you" The words hang heavy, but they make his resistance flicker.

Before he can respond, I climb over him, straddling his face. My pussy hovers above his mouth, dripping with need. "Please, Daddy." He hesitates, his breath hot against my skin, then his tongue darts out—slowly, unsure, lapping at my folds. It sends shivers through me. He licks tentatively, tasting me, his hands gripping my thighs. But soon, the uncertainty fades. He laps hungrily, his tongue plunging into my pussy, flicking my clit with desperate strokes. I grind down, smothering him, my moans filling the room as pleasure builds.

I come hard, my juices flooding his mouth, my body shaking as waves crash over me. He doesn't stop, sucking and licking until I'm spent. Gasping, I slide down his body, pulling his pajamas off completely. His cock stands rigid, throbbing. I take it in my mouth again, sucking deep, my throat relaxing to swallow him whole. He groans, hips bucking involuntarily.

Then I straddle him, positioning his cock at my entrance. I sink down, my tight pussy stretching around him, inch by inch. It feels so full, so right. I ride him slowly at first, then faster, my hips slamming down as he fills me completely. His hands finally grab my ass, pulling me harder onto him. "Fuck, Betty," he grunts, thrusting up to meet me.

He comes inside me with a roar, his cock pulsing, hot cum flooding my pussy. I collapse on his chest, both of us panting.

"How did you learn to do this?" he asks, his voice hoarse, still buried deep in me.

" Daddy taught me," I whisper, clenching around him.

He stiffens, then laughs bitterly." You're a fucking slut, Betty." But there's no anger, just raw hunger." Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes," I admit, nuzzling his neck. Rocking my waist with his dick in me. It starts twitching. He pulls me closer. His dick is hard in me now. I begin moving.

"Break up with him. You're my wife from here on." His hands squeeze my hips possessively as he bangs me to himself. He groans as I do kegels on his dick with the movement. I moan. "This tight pussy is mine now. Too sweet to share."