My Filthy Future Stepdad-2 (M/b, interr, oral, anal, ws, scat) by Coproman
Well, she finally did it: My mom finally went and married that big black pervert, so he's no longer my filthy FUTURE stepdad; now he's my filthy NEW stepdad. How do I feel about it? It's hard to say. Since I'm still not sure if I really like him--or if he married my mom for her or for me--I can't say I'm exactly thrilled about it. At the same time, I'm glad he'll now be around not just sometimes but all the time, so I won't have to wait for him to show up to satisfy those submissive urges he brought out in me.
The wedding was weird, not so much as weddings go but as far as who was and wasn't there. A bunch of my mom's and new stepdad's friends showed up, but most family and relatives didn't. Of course my biological dad, who walked out on us right after I was born, wasn't there, but neither were my grandparents, because, according to Aunt Trudy, who was there, they aren't crazy about black people, which is why my Uncle Bob had to walk my mom down the aisle instead of Grandpa.
On the other side, none of my new stepdad's siblings were there, and neither were his parents, but, oddly, all five of his kids were. All boys and all light-skinned, they ranged in complexion from nicely tanned to almost pale and in age from 15 to 11, and they were all wearing identical light-blue tuxedos. I was pretty sure their moms were white, and I was even more sure that none of their moms had had any boys with white men, like mine had, or else my new stepdad would surely have planted his seed in those boys' buttholes instead of their moms' pussies.
Anyways, like I said when I first found out that my new stepdad had kids, I had no desire to meet them, but after the ceremony, my mom told me I should go over and introduce myself to my "new brothers." I was very reluctant because I was convinced that as soon as they saw me, they would somehow know that I was their dad's bitch. But my mom insisted, so I took a deep breath and walked over to them.
"Hi, guys," I said, trying hard to control the tremor in my voice. "I'm Zacky, Naomi's son."
At first they all just stared at me, saying nothing; then the 13-year-old said, "He look like a girl," and they all started laughing.
I was totally humiliated, and I could feel my face turning red, but when I turned around and started to storm off, the oldest boy, whose name I later learned was Dontrell, grabbed my arm.
"Hey, shorty, it's alright," he said, still chuckling. "He just fuckin' with you. You can take a joke, right?"
Though I was fuming, I nodded and, for my mom's sake, forced a smile. After that they all started messing with my hair, I guess as their way of showing that they accepted me. But hearing that "girl" remark, I couldn't help thinking about the "juicy booty" comment their dad made to me when we first met, and I wondered if his sons were all perverts like him.
After the wedding there was the reception, but I didn't want to go, so I told my mom I had a headache, and she gave me the house key and told me to go home, take an aspirin, and lie down. As soon as I got there, of course, I greased up the handle of my hairbrush and fucked myself, pretending that my new stepdad had also ditched the reception, made his way here, and was having his way with me. The problem was that it was hard to fantasize because his cock is so much bigger. I mean, it worked out and all, and I had a nice cum, but I knew I needed to find something thicker and longer to get anywhere near the kind of intense orgasm I have when he fucks me.
I needed to find it fast too, because pretty soon my mom and new stepdad would be leaving for the Poconos, which meant they'd be dropping me off in "West Bumblefuck" (as my Uncle Bob always referred to it) to stay with my grandparents for a week. I didn't really mind, though, because I'd be staying in the room my mom grew up in when she was a girl, and I always liked going through her old stuff. But I doubted I'd discover a dildo stashed away in there--although, knowing my mom, there was no guarantee of that :-)--so I needed to find a suitable substitute to bring with me ASAP.
But as it turned out, I didn't need to worry about that, because I ended up going with them on their honeymoon! After the reception, when they came back to the house to finish packing, my mom took me aside and told me that my new stepdad didn't think it was fair for them to be away from me all that time, and the only way to make things right was to turn their honeymoon into a family vacation.
"Wasn't that thoughtful of him, Zacky?" she asked, smiling dreamily at me.
I wanted to tell her that what he told her was bullshit and didn't come close to the real reason why he wanted to bring me along, but I didn't want to burst her bubble. Besides, I still hadn't found anything to fill in for my new stepdad's cock, and knowing that after spending only a few days with my grandparents, my butt would be itching for some big-time banging, I smiled and agreed that it was nice of him to invite me to come along....
All that was yesterday. We're now in the Poconos. It's cool because I have my own room, and it has a double bed, a 60-inch flat-screen, and a game console. I have my own private bathroom too. It also happens to be what they call an "adjoining" or "family" room, meaning there's a door that connects my room to theirs. It's a double door, with a lock on each side, and both doors have to be unlocked for someone to go from one room into the other.
Earlier tonight, my mom unlocked her door, knocked, and I unlocked mine to let her in. Wearing a sheer red nightgown and sipping a glass of champagne, she looked sexy and happy as she sat down next to me and gently stroked my head the way she used to do when I was little. She asked me if I was okay, and I told her yes, I was fine, so she kissed me goodnight, told me she'd see me in the morning, and went back to her room. I heard her lock the door behind her, and I started to do the same on my side, but I changed my mind and decided to leave it unlocked--just in case.
Though the hotel walls are pretty thick, the connecting doors allow more sound to get through, so I clearly hear my mom and new stepdad "consummating" their marriage. Since it's such a special occasion, I'm thinking that tonight he won't be paying me a visit and that it wasn't necessary to leave my connecting door unlocked. After all, aren't a new husband and wife supposed to spend their WHOLE first night together?
Apparently my new stepdad knows nothing about that tradition, because at about 1:00 AM, I hear the connecting door on their side unlock, both doors quietly open and close, then the door on my side lock. Of course, as usual, I'm pretending to be asleep, but just hearing him slip into my room makes me excited, expectant, and apprehensive all at the same time, especially knowing that, with all the craziness connected with the wedding, the reception, driving here, and settling in, he hasn't had a chance to fuck me in over a week. But, surely, I'm thinking, he's already deposited his huge honeymoon load in my mom's pussy, so he'll only be having my butthole for dessert. Of course, I'm wrong.
"Come on, Zacky, wake up!" he says, urgently shoving his cunt-soaked cock in my face. "I ain't nutted since the day before the rehearsal, and my fuckin' balls are blue!"
I try to imagine my new stepdad's big brown balls actually turning the same bright blue as my eyes, and the image almost makes me laugh, but before I can, he shoves his cock in my mouth.
"Mmmmmm! Yeah, boy, suck that dick!" he moans. "Your mouth is so fuckin' juicy!"
Yeah, I'm thinking, just like my "juicy booty." But now I know for sure that he and my mom have NOT consummated their marriage after all, that even on the first night of their honeymoon, my new stepdad has played his same old game of fucking her but not cumming in her. So instead of her pussy, he's going to consummate their marriage in my butthole!
Naturally, I feel bad for my mom that her new husband is such a creep, but at the same time, the thought of my ass being the recipient of the shitload of cum he's been carrying around for well over a week has me horny as hell, so I work my mouth extra hard on him to get him ready, making sure his cock is covered with as much spit as possible, since it's the only lube we use nowadays.
"Okay, that's good," he finally says, snatching his cock out of my mouth and climbing in bed with me.
Since we both know what's going to happen next, I don't bother going through the ritual of pulling the covers over my head only to have him snatch them off again. I just lie with my face pressed in the pillow and wait for him to pull my pjs down, which he does right away. But he also surprises me by telling me to "lift up" and sticking the other pillow under my crotch, propping my butt up and making my heart beat even faster. After that there's nothing as, once again, I hear him breathing hard and feel him staring at me. Seconds later I feel that familiar feeling of him climbing on top of me, my butt cheek being pulled to the side, and the head of his cock pressing against my butthole.
"Ooh!" I gasp, tensing up as his cock pops into my anus and my sphincter grabs it. As I've said before, I've come to appreciate the pain of first entry, since I know the pleasure it's going to lead to. Besides, by now he's forced open my butthole so many times that it's not even all that painful anymore. Before I know it, all eight inches of his super-hard cock are stuffed inside me. But he's so pent up that I have very little time to bask in that warm feeling of constipated fullness before he starts fucking me.
"Shit, boy!" he hisses, his cock going from zero to sixty in about ten seconds. "I been missin' this sweet fuckin' booty!"
Right after saying this, he grabs a handful of my hair and yanks my head back while banging my butt even harder. I hear myself whimper every time he slams into me. He's never fucked me with this kind of desperation before, but even though it hurts more than usual, it's also more exciting. Part of it, I think, is the location. For whatever reasons, doing it in this hotel room is just SO much better than doing it at home. Another part is that this is our first official fuck as father and son. But it's mostly the idea that a big muscular black man like him is so super horny for a little blond white boy like me that he'll go so far as to hold off cumming in the woman he just married to breed my butt instead! And as he humps me harder and harder, I couldn't be happier. I'm also anxious to discover how it feels to have over a week's worth of cum pumped up my butt.
It doesn't take long to find out. After less than ten minutes of drilling my doo-doo hole like he's trying to find oil, my new stepdad suddenly yelps, stiffens like he's been shocked, and crams his cock all the way up my butt.
"Nngh! Nngh! Take it, Zacky! Take that motherfuckin' nutt right up your little faggot ass!"
I feel his body trembling on top of mine and his cock throbbing away in my butthole. He's pumping so much cum in me that I can feel it surging into my intestines, deeper than it's ever gone before, and the sensation is so overwhelming that I find myself pressing my face into my pillow and screaming as I shoot my own load on the pillow underneath me.
Afterwards, he's so wiped out that he just continues to lie on top of me breathing hard. His sweaty body is heavy, almost oppressive, but there's also something comforting about being trapped underneath him after having my butt filled with such a megaload of semen. I just hope he doesn't fall asleep. All I need is for my mom to come in here in the morning to check on me, and find us this way. It would end up being the shortest marriage/honeymoon on record. But then I remember that my stepdad locked the door on my side right after he came in here, so I stop worrying and relax a little. Right after I do, my stepdad promptly rolls off me, his cock exiting my anus with a louder-than-usual pop and my body having the usual feeling of deflation, this time accompanied by the weird new sensation of his cum not just dribbling but flowing steadily out of my butthole.
Of course the nasty aftermath follows, and as he holds on to my head, I suck the shit and cum off his cock even more enthusiastically than usual. But this time I don't feel him getting any harder. Apparently his manic fucking has drained him so much that he needs more time to recover, because after a while he pats me on the head and pulls his cock out of my mouth.
"Come in the bathroom with me," he says.
I'm both curious and cautious about whatever he has in mind, but of course I'm mostly excited, so I pull up my pjs, hop out of bed, and trot behind him. As soon as we're in there, he turns the light on, and the sudden explosion of brightness nearly blinds me. When, after a few seconds, my eyes adjust, I find myself gazing for the first time ever at my stepdad's buck naked body in all its black muscular glory! The closest I've ever come before was when we were at the beach or the pool or when I'd catch him coming out of our bathroom in nothing but his underwear. Now I'm seeing everything, and I can't help staring.
"What you lookin' at, boy?" he asks, smirking.
"Ummm--nothing," I say, quickly averting my eyes and looking down at the floor.
"It's okay," he says. "You can look. After all, we're family now."
It's sounds weird hearing him say that, but it's true, so I slowly lift my head and stare at him again, studying his body from head to toe but, naturally, focusing mainly on his crotch. I'm particularly fascinated by the nappy black curls of his pubic hair, his big loose-hanging ball sac (that looks like it's holding two extra-large eggs), and, of course, his huge semihard cock, which is sticking straight out and covered with spit and dissolved shit from my own mouth and butthole. Seeing it like this, I can hardly believe that I've managed to take that monster all the way up my butt so many times.
"Wanna see the back too, Zacky?" he asks, apparently eager to show himself off to me.
Before I can respond, he turns around, revealing his big smooth black ass, then he bends over, reaches back, and spreads his cheeks--and just like that I'm introduced to my stepdad's asshole. The pinkish pucker contrasts highly with the dark skin surrounding it, and I find myself staring at it as if I'm hypnotized. I'm so used to our usual hit-and-run sex that taking the time to examine his hole like this feels weird, almost more intimate than fucking. After holding this position for nearly a minute, he looks back at me and smiles.
"Why you standin' so far back?" he asks me. "Come closer and get a better look."
After glancing at him, I slowly move forward until his ass is almost touching my face.
"Now smell it!" he says.
I carefully press my nose against his asshole and take a sniff, getting a faint odor of shit. I am about to take another sniff when, suddenly, I get blasted right in the face by a loud, hideously reeking fart. I instinctively recoil, trying to escape the awful smell, but before I can pull back, I feel a strong hand on the back on my head that keeps me from moving.
"Yeah, smell that fuckin' fart, you little pussy!" my stepdad says, wiggling his ass in my face. "Don't it smell good?"
"Nnnnnngghh!" I complain, trying my best to pull away from him to let him know that, no, it definitely does NOT smell good. But eventually I stop fighting and breathe it in, and as his stink permeates my nostrils, my cock betrays the masochist in me by hardening up.
When he finally lets me go, I quickly pull away, coughing as I attempt to suck in some fresh air. Turning his head, he doesn't look at my face but directly at my cock, which happens to be poking through the fly of my pj bottoms.
"Well, I see you liked it," he says. "But I think you'll like this even better."
With that he gets down on all fours with his head down and his big black ass sticking up in the air. His position causes his asshole to pooch open all on its own, without any help from his hands. Then, not even turning his head to look at me again, he says:
"Now get down here and kiss my ass!"
I dutifully kneel behind him, trying my best to ignore the lingering odor of his stinky fart, and begin planting little kisses on his ass cheeks. But after only a few kisses, he thrusts his ass back, hitting me dead in the face and nearly breaking my nose.
"No, bitch, my assHOLE!"
I instantly get the message and, after taking a deep breath, start giving him soft kisses directly on his anus. I'm thinking how I've never even kissed a girl on the lips, yet here I am kissing my stepdad's asshole! But I accept it as another important lesson in my bottom training.
"Good. Now lick it. Nice and slow."
Obediently, I begin to brush my tongue over his pucker. Fortunately it doesn't have much of a taste, so I lick a little harder. But as much as my stepdad is cooing his approval of what I'm doing, saying, "Yeah, that feels good" over and over again, I know he's going to want more. It doesn't take long for that to happen.
"Now toss my fuckin' salad!" he suddenly barks out. "You know what that means, boy? It means stick your fuckin' tongue up my ass!"
He didn't have to explain. I'd already come across the term in the Urban Dictionary, so I know exactly what he wants me to do. But even though I was expecting it, I still have the same reaction that I had the first time he told me to do ass-to-mouth: I freeze. Kissing his asshole is one thing. So is tasting my own shit, since I trust what's inside my own body. On the other hand, I'm reluctant to toss my stepdad's salad because the sane part of me (which always seems to pop up at the wrong time) is telling me to avoid the source at all costs, being that there's probably all kinds of disgusting filth growing in his guts, and if I plunge my tongue into it, I'll wind up catching some horrible disease. But my hesitation pisses him off.
"What the fuck you waitin' for, bitch?!" he yells. "I said stick your fuckin' tongue up my ass! This your DADDY talkin', boy!"
"Yes, Daddy!" I hear myself reply, instantly thawing out; and before I can even think about what I'm doing, the freak in me regains control, I seal my lips over his pucker, and thrust my tongue as far up his ass as it will go.
"Fuck!!" he responds, flinching. "Yeah, eat that ass, boy! Taste my fuckin' shit!"
With my actions now driven totally by my filth-obsessed libido, I find myself pressing my palms against my new daddy's ass cheeks and using my thumbs to spread his anus open even wider, so I can get at it better, upon which I begin to alternate between fucking his asshole with my tongue and slowly worming it around inside him. There's still not much taste, but right away I detect tiny particles of shit along with an even funkier smell, more intense than the lingering odor of his fart. It doesn't take a genius to figure out it's being brought on by my spit softening and heating up the contents of his anus. Obviously my new daddy didn't do such a good job of wiping himself the last time he took a dump.
"GodDAMN, boy!" he says, once again reaching back and grabbing my head to hold it in place. "You toss salad like a fuckin' PRO!"
Knowing how much I'm turning HIM on turns ME on, even though I now know for sure that I am literally licking the shit out of my new daddy's ass; and though part of me is still fearful of catching some deadly disease, my submissive side convinces me there's nothing to worry about, that if drinking his "nigger piss" over the past several months didn't do me in, tasting a little leftover "nigger shit" won't bother me either.
After a several long minutes of doing with my tongue what my filthy new daddy should have done with toilet paper, I am finally given a reprieve, as he lets go of my head, pulls his ass away from me, and says, "Now go look in the mirror."
I do, and while seeing his shit on my tongue and all over my lips makes me cringe, it also confirms my status as a bottom feeder, which is strangely comforting.
"So how'd you like lickin' that fuckin' shit outta my black ass, boy?"
I don't answer him. I can't. Maybe if we were still in the darkness of the bedroom, I could've acknowledged how much it turned me on, but here in the bright light of the bathroom, seeing both his face and the reflection of my own so clearly, I can't bring myself to let go of my last little bit of self-respect by admitting out loud what a pussy I am. But again he doesn't have to hear me answer. All he needs to do is glance down at my cock, which is still sticking out of the fly of my pjs.
"Yeah, I thought so," he says, chuckling as he ruffles my hair. "And that's good too, 'cause your mama's not so keen on doin' it, especially right after I go."
The idea of my mom kissing and licking this black pervert's shitty asshole right after he takes a dump should disgust me, even make me angry, but it doesn't. Instead it becomes just one more way I'm competing sexually with her for his twisted affection--and one more contest I'm winning--and my nasty libido loves the victory. But then, as if he's reading my mind and wondering how true what I'm thinking really is, my filthy new daddy gives me a mocking smile and adds:
"But your freaky ass would probably like doin' it even better right BEFORE I go."
It takes a second for me to grasp what he's suggesting, and when I do, I feel goosebumps rising up all over my body in a familar but extreme combination of fear and anticipation. Right away I imagine tongue-fucking my new daddy's asshole BEFORE he takes a dump, but as I try to thrust my tongue as far up his ass as it just went, I can't, because something is making its way out! What the fuck would I do THEN?? What the fuck would he EXPECT me to do?? The possibilities make me shudder inside while, at the same time, causing my cock to get even harder as I seriously wonder just how deep my new daddy's sadism and my own masochism really go.
"Okay, Zacky, take them pajamas off and get in the tub," he says, waking me up from my perverted pondering. "I can't hold it no longer."
Hold what? I'm thinking. Then I remember that I've gotten everything from him tonight except his piss. But if, as usual, he's going to pee in my mouth, why does he want me in the bathtub? I get my answer the moment I take off my pjs and step in the tub, as my new daddy proceeds to step up onto the side of the tub, holding on to the shower curtain rod with one hand to balance himself. With his other hand he clamps down on his cock and aims the pee hole directly at my face. I find myself automatically squinching up because I can tell that he's about to give me something else I recently read about in the Urban Dictionary.
Sure enough, two seconds later, a heavy stream of hot piss hits me smack in the face, and just like that I'm experiencing my very first golden shower. Up till now, I've only gotten a hint of it when, after he's peed in my mouth, he squirts the last of it in my face and wipes himself off in my hair. This time, though, he's hosing me down in his smelly piss, drenching me from head to toe, but lingering on my face, my cock, and my balls.
"Now turn around, boy. Slow."
I do as he commands, and I feel his hot stream pouring over my back, my butt cheeks, and my butt crack. As nasty as this is, I have to admit it feels deliciously humiliating being drenched in my new daddy's piss. I'm also thinking how his bladder must be extra full tonight, because I swear it seems like he's pissing twice as long as usual, as his stream finds every inch of my body, soiling it with his waste, but I'm grateful he decided not to feed it to me, because I'm not sure I could've found room for so much in my stomach.
When my new daddy's stream starts to dry up, he clamps down on his cock again to stop the flow, steps down into the tub with me, and says, "Take it in your mouth."
Leaning forward I gently grasp the head of his cock between my lips, upon which he releases the grip on his shaft, and the last of his piss gushes into my mouth, forcing me to gulp it down quickly to keep from choking. But even though I'm struggling to swallow it, there's something very special about taking my new daddy's piss both inside and out this way, and I know I'm going to think of this night every time I jack off.
But this particular memory isn't complete yet, because the thinner his piss stream gets, the fatter his cock grows. This is the opposite of what usually happens, so it's a pleasant surprise. I'm just hoping he's not still so horny that he tries to knock my head off the way he always seemed to be trying to do before he graduated to fucking my butt. Fortunately, though he's aggressive, he's not manic, clasping his hands firmly on my head and giving me a moderately paced mouth-fuck. Only at the very end does he go a little crazy, nearly strangling me as he jams his cock down my throat and pulls hard on my head, crushing my nose into his pissy pubes.
"Yeah, take my fuckin' nutt right in that pussy mouth, boy!" he tells me, shivering as he shoots another shitload of semen straight down my throat. "Swallow that motherfucker!"
I pretty much have no choice, with the way he's feeding it to me. If I fight him, I'll only make a mess of things, so I relax as much as possible, closing my eyes and breathing through my nose as the head of his cock pulsates in my throat, spitting into it the same slimy seed that produced those five light-skinned boys who made fun of me. I imagine the baby-makers in my butthole swimming upstream while the ones in my throat swim downstream, both heading for my stomach, where they'll meet for a family reunion. Then they'll mix with his piss and what I ate for supper and, all together, they'll make that long downstream trip through my intestines, slowly transforming into a turd along the way. But before it can exit my body, it will encounter my new daddy's cock, which will be waiting for it at the end of the line, and the whole mass will be jostled around for several minutes before being drowned in a flood of the same baby-makers that helped to produce it in the first place(!)
As I visualize this semen-and-shit circle of life, my new daddy finally finishes turning my mouth into a pussy, upon which he pulls his cock out, smacks me in the face with it, and, grinning, says, "I'm really glad we brought you with us, Zacky. Our honeymoon wouldn't've been nowhere near as good if you wasn't here."
I just look up at him, smiling weakly while thinking, Yeah, asshole, I know, 'cause you would've been forced to drop that megaload of cum in my mom's pussy instead of my butthole, among other things. But, of course, I say nothing, mainly because, really, I'm just as glad as he is that I came along, since getting fucked silly, farted in the face, forced to eat a shitty ass, pissed on, pissed in, and mouth-fucked are all a lot better than being at my grandparents' place trying to satisfy my sexual urges with the handle of a hairbrush.
"Get some sleep, son," he says. "But make sure you take a shower before you go to bed. I don't want your mama comin' in here tomorrow to check on you and wonderin' why you smell like fuckin' piss."
"Yes, Daddy," I quietly reply.
With those words he's out the bathroom door, through the connecting doors, and back in his room. By the time my mom wakes up, he'll be all snuggled up with her, fast asleep and as innocent as a newborn baby. Meanwhile, after taking a shower, I'll be wide awake and horny as hell, reliving everything he did to me as I jack off, while the taste of his piss, shit, and cum linger in my mouth and his sperm continues to leak out of my butthole. In other words, we will all be as contented as ever, each in our own special way, on this first day of our family honeymoon.
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