Chapter 4
Shortly after sleeping, her body pulled herself from the depths of her slumber. Something awoke her. She was feeling a steady thud against her inner thigh. As her mind sharpened its grasp on reality, she realized the repeating pressure against her thigh felt like the pulse from another person’s body. Her mind continued to sharpen its index of clarity on the sensation only to realize her inner thigh was still draped over Marcus’ thigh, but she could oddly feel his strong pulse against her body. She opened her eyes and looked up at Marcus who was still watching the movie. She could feel the pulse growing stronger and stronger against her leg. She slowly moved her thigh up and down the length of his leg, as she tried to determine the root of the pulse, which felt strong, but diffuse. Misha looked down at the blanket where she saw the outline of her thigh on Marcus, and it was raising slightly with each pulse. She was perplexed.
She looked back at Marcus. “What is that?”
He turned to her and smiled. “Look and see,” he said.
As she pulled back the blanket, the pulse expanded to the length of his entire thigh and grew in strength, which rhythmically lifted and lowered Misha’s whole leg. With the blanket uncovered, it was apparent Misha hadn’t wrapped her leg around Marcus’ thigh, but rather, it was wrapped around his throbbing cock. Misha gasped, as she pulled her leg off of Marcus’ member. His huge cock was the length of his entire thigh and as thick as Misha’s leg. The red, swollen tip of his gargantuan, black cock was protruding from the bottom of his basketball shorts. His swollen, semi-hard cock was curved under the weight of its own mass. There was a large vein that was outlined through the material of the shorts, and it snaked its way along the top of his large cock. His huge shaft was gently bobbing up and down.
“Oh my god!” Misha was in disbelief, and her instincts immediately drew her hands to investigate. She patted Marcus’ torso down to his pelvis where she felt his crotch and the origin of his impressive member. She slowly worked her small hands along the huge shaft sampling its girth. As she reached the middle of his cock, her hands attempted to clasp around the bucking shaft, but they barely could contain even half of its girth. She looked up at Marcus and exclaimed, “It’s giant!”
“I know! It’s amazing, isn’t it? Do you want to see all of me?” He asked frankly.
Misha nodded, and he quickly pulled off his shorts and shirt, while Misha kneeled on the couch next to him. His chest was much more muscular than Misha remembered, and his abs were so chiseled. His arms were large, thick and muscular too, but it was his huge cock that had Misha transfixed. It looked to be as long as Marcus’ thigh or longer and as thick too. It was just hovering over his thighs somewhat rhythmically throbbing in the air.
Misha’s jaw was wide with awe. “I want you to see all of me too daddy,” she said, as she came off her ass to her knees and crossed her arms while grabbing the bottom of her top—pulling it over her head. She had never referred to Marcus as her daddy before, which was odd, she thought. Her breasts caught the bottom of her material then bounced free, as she removed the garment. She slid her shorts and panties over her hips and ass and down to her knees then she sat back on her bare ass and wiggled the bottoms off her knees and legs. She pulled herself up to her knees on the couch, put her hands on her hips and exclaimed, “This is all of me daddy!”
“Wow! You are gorgeous sweetie,” Marcus said, as he looked her over. “I’m so lucky to have such a gorgeous girl as my daughter.”
Misha was ecstatic. She hopped on Marcus’ pelvis—straddling his hips—and wrapped her arms around his muscular torso. She pressed herself to him, stretching her back, as she squeezed him tight. “Oooo I love you daddy,” she gushed. Her hips naturally arched in the air, which caused her bare cheeks to spread and her sex to expose itself from between her thighs. As she hugged him, his huge bobbing member bounced against Misha’s exposed pussy. The feeling of his massive shaft making contact with her shaved, young pussy was making it hotter than it already was from seeing his throbbing cock. It didn’t take long for the hot nectar from within to work its way to the opening of her flower. As his cock bounced against her, the juices began smacking between their bodies.
Misha released her grip from around his torso and sat back against Marcus’ shaft. As she pushed her weight back against his member, her wet pussy lips spread over Marcus’ shaft. The thick vein parted her lips and pressed itself against her swollen clit, which made her buck from a painful shot of pleasure that ran up her back. She rubbed her pussy back and forth against the thick vein and closed her eyes with pleasure.
“Fun?” He asked. She opened her eyes and nodded bashfully. “I can bounce you if you want to?”
Misha nodded enthusiastically like a little girl. She crawled her hips back along the length of his giant shaft, and Marcus supported her body with his hands around her ribs. Remarkably, his hard cock supported her weight, so that when he widened his legs and Misha hung her legs, Misha was just propped on his hovering cock like she was sitting straddle on a horse.
Misha had a look of disbelief. “Hold on!” He said, as his cock began bouncing up and down, as if Misha was a toddler propped on their father’s knee. Misha grasped onto Marcus’ cock, as his member bucked and bounced Misha up and down. Her hard pierced nipples and tits bounced and jiggled about, as she road Marcus’ cock.
“Weeeeeeeee,” she laughed, as if she was a child. “This is funnnnn!” As she bounced, her wet pussy smacked against Marcus’ cock, which was getting quickly lathered in his daughter’s juices.
“Daddy stop, stop,” Misha laughed out, which he did, and she caught her breath. “Okay more!” His giant cock bounced her more, and soon she was slipping around in her juices on his cock, which made it hard to continue. “Okay daddy! Stop, stop! Look! I made a mess,” she announced, as she looked between her legs at the white cream covering his cock.
“That’s ok sweetie,” Marcus replied.
“I’ll wipe it up like a good girl. Don’t worry daddy,” Misha insisted, as she began rubbing her pelvis back and forth on Marcus’ cock, as if it was a towel that would clean up her juices. She steadied herself with her feet against his thighs, and she gripped his cock tighter, as she rubbed her pussy and ass along the length of his cock, but his cock wasn’t getting cleaner. “Daddy! It isn’t coming off!”
“It’s ok sweetie. I still love you,” Marcus replied affectionately. His cock began to swell larger—if that is even imaginable—swelling between Misha’s thighs, which caused her legs to spread. It stiffened, as it lengthened and thickened—slightly curving up in the air. “See,” Marcus said. “Isn’t it obvious how much I love you?”
“Oh my god. Yes!” Misha said astonishingly, as Marcus’ cock grew between her thighs and supported her body in the air. Misha continued to rub her wet pussy against his cock—bathing his cock in her pussy juices. She rubbed her bare ass against the large, swollen, curved end of his shaft, teasing the pink head of his cock, which was the size of basketball. “Mmmm, that feels so soft and good daddy,” she moaned. She could feel her swollen clit growing more and more sensitive. As she felt her orgasm nearing, she quickened the pace of her hips—stroking his shaft more and more with her slippery pussy. “Mmmmm, daddy, you’re making me so happy,” she announced, as she approached the brink of her orgasm. She tensed herself on his massive member, as she released her orgasm. “Ohh my goddd! I love you! I love you! I love you!” She cried out, as her pussy pulsated streams of pussy juices all over his cock. Her ass gyrated and convulsed in spasms, as she bucked and contorted in her orgasm.
As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed the grip of her fingers and legs around Marcus’ shaft. As she sat on his cock, hovering in the air, she suddenly became aware of the chill in the air against her sweaty body, and she could feel the wetness of her juices more vividly between her pussy and Marcus’ cock. The clarity of her sensations were drawing her awareness to the other sensations in her body—the sound of voices—the smell of a fire. Then her mind sharpened to the realization that she was in fact asleep, which snapped her out from the depths of her slumber.
Misha’s eyes jolted open, and she took in the world around her. The movie was still on. The fire was still crackling behind her. She felt damp and cold from heat leaving her warm, sweaty flesh. The blanket had slipped off her shoulder, and the cool night air kissed her perspiring skin. She could feel the deep rise and fall of Marcus’ chest and the rhythmic sound of his snores, as he was passed out with his wine glass still in his hand. Misha slowly lifted her head off his chest, and when she attuned herself to the rest of her body, she was shocked to find her hand wrapped around Marcus’ hard cock. Her small palm was holding the shaft of his cock through his thin shorts, while the rest of his twelve-inch cock was protruding from his waist band and exposed to the open air. Misha’s eyes grew wide at the realization that she was gripping her stepfather’s cock. She jolted her hand away from his cock immediately, but as she did, she became more aware of the damp, coldness against her own cock. She slowly pealed her torso off of Marcus, so as not to wake him. Her shirt was damp with perspiration making her skin stick to his shirt. She pushed back the blanket over her thigh and could immediately sense the perspiration there too. Her bare thigh seemed glued from perspiration to his leg, but she slowly leaned back and lifted her leg. To her horror, she looked down to see a wet circle against Marcus’ upper thigh, and her dread was confirmed when she looked down at the crotch of her white shorts where there was a large, wet patch. She lifted the waistline of her shorts and panties to find her small cock curled up in the tightness of her restrictive panties just laying in a small puddle of dampness and cum, as content as could be like a puppy laying in a pile of its ravagings.
Misha almost gasped in horror at the realization of it all. ‘I was holding my stepfather’s cock, and I had a fucking wet dream, while dry humping his leg. What the fuck is wrong with me?’ Misha was utterly confused and disgusted with herself.
She looked back at his cock, which looked less swollen, then up at her sleeping stepfather. She gently covered his exposed cock with his shirt then slowly moved off the couch like a sloth. She equally as slowly covered his thigh and torso with the blanket, and she tip-toed out of the room. As she walked to her bedroom down the hall, she shook her head with disbelief. ‘Did I really just cum on my stepfather’s leg? This didn’t really happen,’ she said to herself, as she reached her room. She stripped off her damp clothes, which wasn’t easy against her sticky skin. She picked up her panties from the floor and examined the creamy, slick residue inside. She hadn’t had a wet dream since she was a young teen. She recalled how hot and vivid the dream was, and her mind flashed back to her memories of her mother’s moans while riding Marcus’ large cock. Her thoughts dwelled on the feeling of Marcus’ cock in her hand—the feeling of his thick and long cock filling her small hand. She hadn’t ever had her hand on another man’s cock before, she realized. Misha felt her small cock begin to stiffen at thoughts of Marcus and within seconds her four inch cock was pointing to her navel. ‘What the fuck you sicko?’ She was disgusted with herself.
She scampered to her bathroom and took a hot shower to remove the sticky stink from her body. In the shower her mind raced. ‘Do I have the hots for my stepfather? He is three times my age too! What kind of stepdaughter am I to dry hump my stepdad’s leg? What’s wrong with me?’ She never really thought of him sexually before. She admired him, as a great catch for her mother—of course. She realized that she adored him like any daughter would their real dad, but this got her confused. The dream had opened a Pandora’s Box, which caused a paradigm shift in her mind. Her thoughts dwelled on images of her with her stepfather.
In the shower, she attempted to remove the sexual thoughts by jerking off. She sat there on the shower floor spread eagle with her pecker pinched between her thumb and finger, while she quickly stroked her cock. She squeezed her breast with her other hand and teased her hard nipple. She reached behind her body and slid a finger across her pursed sphincter. She slid a finger in her ass. She would close her eyes, but she found herself immediately imagining Marcus’ hands cupping her supple breasts, as he glided his cock back and forth in her ass. She couldn’t help, but dwell on him, and soon she was cumming again, and as she did, her sphincter rhythmically squeezed her finger in tight contractions.
When it was over, and the thoughts were no more diminished from her forethoughts than prior, she resigned herself to going to bed. She slid on a new pair of thong panties and put on an oversized shirt and crawled into bed. Her mind still swirled with sexual ideas, memories and recent sensations from the evening.
What she didn’t understand was that sexual dreams often are a manifestation of a recognition by the mind of a new or growing bond, love or attachment. As such is the case, often these dreams can be of friends, family, mentors or teachers, but Misha was naive to this, as most people are, so she assumed her mind was trying to reveal her hidden sexual desires for her father. As she dwelled on them and explored the depths and possibilities of her convictions, she convinced herself that her thoughts were only natural because her stepfather wasn’t actually her real father—he wasn’t blood—so she was free to have and explore thoughts of him, and even though he was older, he was fit, attractive, smart, funny and successful—a real catch for any girl. When she finally released her guilt, she quickly fell asleep with a smile on her face. She looked forward to having more dreams.