PUCKED BY MY STEPFATHER

My head throbbed with pain as I suddenly woke up, realizing I was in a different place. The ceiling was dark wood with a spinning fan above. My body felt completely exhausted—aching between my legs, with a sticky mess on my skin and bruises on my neck that looked like fingerprints.

Oh no.

I quickly looked around. Next to me, a large guy was sleeping face-down, with a thick arm draped over the pillow. He had broad shoulders, messy dark hair, and a short beard. He took up the entire bed as if it were his own. Heart pounding, I gently and quietly slipped out of bed naked, searching for my clothes scattered all around—ripped black lace panties on the floor, a top on a chair, jeans in the corner. I grabbed my clothes quickly, trying to breathe steadily.

Then the memories crashed in hard and fast.

Dad’s death anniversary was yesterday. Fifteen years gone, Mom buried at the hospital like always. I felt empty as hell. After my rink shift I hit that dim bar near campus, downing cheap vodka alone in the corner.

That’s when he showed up.

A tall built stranger with stormy grey eyes and a deep voice that flipped my stomach. He bought drinks. We talked. Laughed. I think he said his name was Derek but nah i was so drunk to remember . Everything got blurry quick. Next thing, his truck, kissing wild, his big hands squeezing my ass and sliding under my shirt.

We barely reached his apartment.

He kicked the door shut, slammed me against the wall. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he growled, mouth rough on my neck. Ripped my top off, yanked my bra down, sucked my tits hard while his fingers dove into my soaked panties. I moaned like crazy, grabbing his hair.

He dropped to his knees, tore my thong clean off, and buried his face in my pussy. Tongue everywhere — licking my clit fast, sucking hard, pushing deep. I screamed loud. Legs shaking bad. He held my hips tight, two thick fingers pumping while he ate me like a starving man. I came so hard I squirted all over his beard.

But he kept going.

Picked me up easy, threw me on the bed, spread my legs wide. Pulled out his cock — huge, thick, veiny, heavy balls. I gasped. He rubbed the fat head on my wet slit, then thrust in deep. “Fuck!” I cried. It was so good.

He fucked me hard. Bed creaking like it’d break. Deep strokes that hit every spot. I came again clenching around him, screaming his name. Derek. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my ass up, and slammed back in. Fisted my hair, slapped my ass red while pounding me senseless. “You like that, baby? Take this dick.”

I took every inch. Legs gave out. Came a third time, maybe fourth, everything blurring white. He growled loud and exploded deep inside me, hot cum pulsing, filling me till it leaked down my thighs.

We went again later. Slower but still rough. His mouth on my neck, cock buried so deep I felt it in my gut. I passed out covered in sweat and his load.

Now I was sneaking out of a stranger’s bed.

I yanked on my jeans, staring at him again. That face. Those shoulders. The beard. My stomach dropped like a rock.

It was Coach Derek Finn.

My hockey coach. The guy I accidentally saw naked in the locker room weeks ago. The one I’d crushed on hard, fingering myself thinking about his body every night since. Oh my God. I let my coach fuck me raw. He came inside me. Multiple times.

Hands shaking, I buttoned my top fast. Left the ruined panties behind. Slipped out the door, down the stairs, into the cold morning. His cum still dripped warm down my thigh with every step. I whispered to myself, “Forget him. Forget his name. Forget how good his cock felt.”

But I knew I was full of shit. I’d never forget.

The walk home felt endless. My sore pussy throbbed with every move. Sun just rising when I reached the mansion. I snuck in quiet through the side door, praying Mom slept.

No luck.

Kitchen light flicked on the second the door clicked.

“Amelia?” Mom’s voice cut sharp. She stood in her robe, arms crossed, eyes scanning my messy hair, wrinkled clothes, the marks on my neck. “Where the hell have you been all night?”

I froze right there, heart slamming, his cum still leaking out of me while her eyes waited for an answer.