Lana Gets Screwed Pt. 01

Lana hustled through the quad, eager to surprise her boyfriend for his birthday. She and Chad had been dating for a little over a year, but lived on opposite sides of the campus. Sadly, this suddenly seemed to be a bigger rift than in the past, with Lana sensing the two drifting apart a bit these past few weeks. Determined to get things back on the right track before going home for semester break, Lana picked up some celebratory snacks and treats for his birthday, eager for some alone time as Chad's roommate Ben was due to move out that morning. Chad had been spending more time with his roommate Ben lately, and Lana had started to grow a bit jealous.

Everything had seemed so perfect when the two first started dating. Lana and Chad had met at the end of the previous summer, a keg party on campus marking the meet cute. Chad was showing his stepsister Chelsea around campus with Ben, and they all found themselves in the same place at the same time. Several rounds of party games later, the four had become quite friendly. Finally, after a day of partying, Ben and Chelsea went one way while Lana took Chad back to her place.

The sex was pretty good, despite Chad not having the largest tool to utilize. Lana always thought something always seemed a little off about him, but she just wrote it off as a lack of confidence. They were hot and heavy for weeks, experimenting with each other while making the most of their time away at college. She always viewed his lack of confidence like it was something that she could fix, becoming a goal to achieve as much as it was a relationship.

Which is why the sudden pivot in their relationship was a bit frustrating. Thinking that everything was normal, she started to worry that maybe she had become a bit overbearing. Unfortunately, Lana's concern turned into a bit of an infatuation, which is how she found herself in her current situation.

She was determined to show that she was an amazing girlfriend, even if she didn't really feel like doing it. So there she was, with a six pack of beer tucked away with snacks in a paper bag, carrying a bouquet of flowers and several balloons as well. All in all, she imagined that she looked quite the spectacle once her outfit was factored in.

Her fire engine red hair was tied back in a pony tail, curly strands escaping and framing her face, accentuating the thick rimmed glasses she had worn the past few weeks after running out of contacts. The glasses continuously slid down her nose as she marched across campus, her tilting her head back repeatedly as her hands were full with the party supplies.

With her hands full, other parts of clothing began to lack adjustment as well. Moving quickly across this part of campus, amongst the families and parents helping people move, she could feel her pants start to slide down in the back. Swinging her hips, an attempt to adjust her pants without her hands, she felt the back shimmy down slightly further, her lack of underwear most likely available to anyone who chose to look at her as she passed.

Stopping at a bench, she placed the bag and bouquet down, attempting to adjust herself but incredibly wary of losing her balloons. Smiling back at some of the fathers as she continued adjusting, she pushed her glasses back up her nose before picking up the bulky bag and flowers again, carrying on her way.

Arriving at Chad's building, she was bummed to find that there was a wait for the elevator. With all of the people coming and going, Lana opted to use the stairs. Still in good shape after years of volleyball, the four flights were physically easy, even after the trek from her car parked in the furthest lot from Chad's building. All for love, she thought to herself.

Climbing the stairs, once again arms full, Lana quickly felt her pants slide down in the back, exposing the top of her ass once again like it was part of the tour. Giving up on adjusting, she dealt with the glances and offers for assistance, picking up the pace as she attempted to climb the stairs quicker. About half way up the third flight, she came to the realization that one of her breasts was popping out. Trying to press the flowers against her chest, she realized the clear plastic of the bag was probably doing little to prevent people from sneaking peeks.

As she finally made it the fourth floor, she heard the first comment escape one of the lusty men that she had passed on the stairs.

"They didn't make them like that when I went here," the voiced stated in a deep tone, eliciting a bit of warmth between Lana's legs. Confident in her appearance, despite her less than stellar fitting outfit, she enjoyed the occasional compliment here or there, as long as it didn't cross any lines.

"Thank you," she responded, pushing her way onto the fourth floor and making her way down the hall towards Chad's room.

Pushing past the groups of people in the hallway, a maze of moving boxes and trash bags, she finally made it down to the corner where Chad and his roommate Ben had been living that semester.

Approaching the door, she tested the handle and found that it was unlocked, pushing it down and using her ass to push the door open.

"Hey hey, happy birthday," she yelled as she turned into the room, excited to surprise Chad but in the end, caught off guard at what awaited her.

Dropping the bag, it was the shattering of one of the bottles of beer that finally alerted the others to her intrusion.

With Chelsea on her hands and knees, Ben was sliding his long, thin cock, in and out of her mouth. At the same time, Chad was pounding his meaty member into her pussy from the other side. The sight was a mixing of emotions for Lana, with a heat flushing through her body and finding a home between her legs.

First to respond, Chelsea turned her head, pivoting like she was on an actual spit roast, she grabbed Ben's cock by the base and pulled him from her mouth, looking over towards Lana and shooting her a devilish smile. Chelsea quickly shifted her focus back to the men without so much as verbally acknowledging Lana's presence.

"What the fuck?" Lana interjected, finally pulling the threesome back down from their blissful ignorance. Chad seemingly hadn't heard the bottle break, but Lana wasn't so sure. Watching Chad free his cock from Chelsea, he climbed off the bed and ran over towards Lana, his cock springing to and from as he scampered across the dorm room, shiny in the light.

"Hey," Chad panted as he finally got to Lana, her putting up her hands to prevent him from hugging her. "What are... what are you doing here? I thought we were doing dinner."

"I thought Ben was leaving this morning?" Lana snapped back, incredulous that his first statement wasn't a straight up apology.

Glancing past Chad, over his shoulder, Lana was surprised to watch as Ben spun Chelsea around, burying himself balls deep inside of her pussy. Slamming into her, the two looked over and watched the argument as they continued the session without Chad.

"Chad. What the fuck?" she responded, giving him another chance to explain himself for some god forsaken reason.

"It's not that big of a deal," he exhaled in a huff, still trying to catch his breath. "We're not really related. And I mean, you like to call me daddy."

"What?" Lana responded, irritated that Chad was being so ignorant. "I don't give a fuck that you're banging your stepsister, I'm just pissed you're cheating on me."

"Oh," Chad responded, seeming almost disappointed that she wasn't going to humiliate him regarding his sexual choices. His mood suddenly pivoting at the realization, turned immature quickly and irritated Lana with its pettiness. "Well, Ben and I have been doing this to girls all semester, frequently Chelsea."

"Ew," Lana stepped back, now pissed that he was trying to embarrass her while admitting to being a piece of shit. "You can be proud of being an asshole, but fuck yourself."

Walking away from Lana without as much as a second thought, Chad walked back towards the couple on the bed, an eager Chelsea welcoming him back with an eager and waiting mouth. Taking him deep, she made eye contact with Lana once again, this time shooting her a wink.

Throwing the flowers to the floor and then attempting to throw the balloons, Lana found herself wrapped in the strings as she pulled the door open, storming out. As the door closed behind her, one of the balloons got caught, causing Lana to twist and flail briefly before freeing herself. Looking down the hall, she noticed a few pairs of eyes staring at her. Suddenly feeling a brief breeze on her nipples, she looked down to see that she had ripped the zipper on her sports bra during the escape.

With her breasts exposed, she attempted to pull the cloth back together in the front, prompting the material to let out a rip in the back. Fuck, she thought to herself as her top began falling apart.

Clutching the material to her chest, she accepted the fact that her back was bare and headed back towards the stairs. Several whistles and cat calls echoed around her as her eyes began to water a bit. Fuck that, she thought to herself. She had nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. This was shit luck now, nothing more, nothing less.

Getting to the top of the stairs, she took the first step when the unthinkable occurred. As her heel broke free from her right shoe, she lost her balance, dropping the cloth from her chest as she reached for the railing to regain her balance.

Holding the rail with one hand, she used her other arm to clutch her breasts to her chest.

Finally, back to the ground floor, Lana pushed her way out the front door and back into the sunlight. Looking up, she used her free arm to continue holding her chest, while the other shaded the sun from her eyes briefly.

Quickly getting her whereabouts, she headed traced her way back through the quad, walking with a limp due to the broken heel.

Getting to a crosswalk, she had to wait to cross, finally deciding to ditch her shoes. Kicking them off to the side, she became very self-conscious as a group started gathering around her, also awaiting the light.

Standing awkwardly amongst the crowd of students and parents, she grew impatient and decided to run across the street.

The first step into the road was uneventful, the second however seemed to bring the world to a halt. Accidentally stepping in front of a car, it screeched to a halt, drawing the crowd's attention to the source.

Putting up both of her arms, in an attempt to help stop the car, she finally slipped and let her guard down, exposing her breasts completely before falling down on her ass.

Sitting in the middle of a busy street, barefoot and topless, Lana began to hang her head before a familiar voice called out.

"Oh, my goodness Lana! Are you ok?!? Oh my," the masculine voice enveloped her, a sudden warmth overtaking her body both mentally and physically; a hooded sweatshirt immediately thrown over her shoulders.

"Coach Martin!" she responded ecstatically, thrilled by the warm embrace of a familiar soul. As he helped her to her feet, the two walked the rest of the way across the road as the signal finally flipped to walk. As the swarm of people moved towards them, several faces leering in her direction, her volleyball coach wrapped his arm around her and escorted her safely the rest of the way. After being in the wrong place so many times that morning, she was finally in the right place.

While Lana and Chad had been together for a year, her relationship with Coach Martin dated back to her original volleyball days. The older man was a true father figure to Lana, someone who was always there for her during her times of need. She wondered if he was her guardian angel.

"Oh, thank goodness Coach," she thanked him, zipping up her sweatshirt and stepping off the hot pavement and on to the soft grass. "You wouldn't believe the day I've had."

"Heh," he chuckled uncomfortably. "Quite the way to find you here Lana. How did this..."

"Oh man," she interrupted, explaining the situation as if it was as simple as going to the store. "I found out Chad was cheating and he was having a threesome. And his roommate was there with Chelsea, who is Chad's stepsister not Bens."

"Hey Lana..." the clearly apologetic man tried to interrupt her rant.

"And he thought I was mad he was having sex with Chelsea. But I don't care. I'm more upset about my shoes. AND the cheating," Lana continued.

"Lana... Lana! I'm so sorry," Coach Martin interrupted in return. "My daughter is actually here, touring the school for next semester. I have to go. Will you... will you be ok?"

"Of course, Coach," she smiled back, extra grateful that he had taken the time to help and save her day. His maturity was an inspiration to her in that moment, especially after dealing with her petty brat like Chad. Honestly, her love for Coach went beyond father figure sometimes, and in that moment she could feel her pussy begin to throb. A nasty thought ran through her mind of Coach plowing her in the back seat of her car right now, but she smiled and kept it to herself., Lana gave him a hug before he scampered off, looking embarrassed but knowing deep down that he did the right thing.

Reaching into her leggings' pocket, she pulled out her car key fob and squeezed until she heard a relieving honk. Following the sound, she trekked a little further in her new sweatshirt until she made it back to her car.

Before getting in, she took down the soft top, aiming to enjoy this weather as her convertible was meant to be enjoyed. Getting settled in her seat, she placed her head down on the steering wheel briefly, taking a deep breath before starting the car. After a few moments of quiet peace, she started the engine and made for the exit, heading away from the school and towards an unanticipated summer break.

Pulling on the highway and getting up to speed, Lana turned the radio on and started blaring some music.

Fuck Chad, she thought to herself, regretting the time invested in him and desiring a new partner. Maybe a new partner more along the lines of her coach, she thought to herself. Smart, mature, sexy, caring. Just the perfect man. And maybe someone a little older than the turds she had been dating recently.

And how dare he think that she would be so obtuse about fucking his stepsister? She wasn't a prude she argued to herself mentally, knowing she had just as many wild experiences as the typical college student. Lana had fantasized about plenty of taboo things, she had even written some of them down for a class she had taken. Her professor had taken a noted interest in her after that, letting her know that he'd keep an eye on her. Afterall, there was a reason she liked calling men daddy...

Chad was a fucking liar though, and that was unforgivable. Suddenly feeling trapped by the sweatshirt, she laughed to herself at the idea of driving the remainder of the way home topless. Feeling risqué as well as brave, she unzipped the cloth, the warmth of the air caressing the tiny hairs across her body as her hoodie fluttered due to the wind. The remainder of her ride was a mix of anger and excitement. Lana felt a pent-up aggression deep inside her, one of horniness and frustration. Pulling off the highway, she started to formulate a plan for home, a list of priorities before unpacking her car.

For starters, she was going to fuck herself with her biggest toy. AND, she was going to imagine it was anyone other than Chad; like a big dicked handsome stranger, or some big dicked guy in her dorm, or maybe even her stepfather, Lucas!

Allegedly, her stepfather had a massive cock. At least according to her mother one night, after one too many bottles of champagne. Lana would never forget it as her mother told her something crazy.

"If you ever get a chance to fuck Lucas, take it. I won't be mad. I promise."

As always, Lana laughed off the memory, pulling into the homestead's driveway and relieved to find a completely empty garage. She knew her mother wasn't going to be home, but the lack of siblings and a stepfather was a relief to her. Leaving her sweatshirt in the car, she walked to the front door topless, feeling confident despite the craziness of her day.

Opening the front door, she put her bag down and took a deep breath, extending her arms wide and opening herself to the house. Another deep breath in, followed by a slow exhale. Spinning in place, feeling free and loving it, she savored the moment of being home and away from the craziness of that day.

No Chads. No stepsisters. No "stepbrothers" like Ben. No daddy-like Coach Martin.

"Oh... hey Lana," her stepfather, Lucas, greeted her quietly. "What's up?"

"Lucas! Fuck! Where the fuck is your car?" she freaked out and snapped angrily, jumping a foot in the air while simultaneously feeling exhausted at being caught off guard yet again.

"It's at the shop," he replied, a quiet whimper of shock escaping his lips. "You look... um..."

"Dammit Lucas," she smiled a sneaky smirk, locking eyes as her tits stood proudly on her chest. She thought of her day and decided to finally take control. She could do unexpected things too.

"Lucas... I've had an awful, awful day. Let me see your dick."

"What?" he replied, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at her with a cocked neck.

"My mom says you have a big cock, is that true?"

A silence befell them both, the topless stepdaughter standing before her allegedly, jumbo sized cock owning stepfather, who she had even occasionally called daddy.

"It sure is," he grinned, a sinister smile growing across his previously suspect face.

"Show me. Fuck me."

"Come again?"

"I was told to take my chance if I ever got it with you..."

"Oh really? She told you to do that, did she?"

"She sure did. She said I'd be lucky to have that cock just a single time. That it's lifechanging. And honestly, I need that today. I need it bad."

"Well than Lana, tell me exactly what you want."

"I'm giving you the green light Luke. Fuck me. Fuck me like you've wanted for years. I need this so..."

Before she could finish pleading, Lucas, aka Luke, lunged across the room towards her, grabbing her in his arms and pressing her against the wall. The two began kissing passionately, the two embracing firmly with Lana wrapping her arms around the still fully dressed man, his attention quickly pivoting to the heaving breasts on her chest.

Squeezing away at her tits, Luke's mouth began to water, excited at the prospect of fucking his college aged stepdaughter. Breaking their locked lips, he lunged for her neck like a famished vampire, tasting her scent and kissing lightly up her neck.

"Oh, fuck Lucas," she panted, her head rocking slightly where it hung to the side, her glasses again sliding down her face before she pushed them back with her finger. "I want you in my mouth."

Dropping to her knees suddenly, she reached both hands for his belt buckle, fumbling with the latch until she was able to unclasp the hook. Pulling the leather through the brass, the belt slapped her in the face, a chuckle escaping her as she licked her lips greedily.

Reaching for the waistband, she tugged at the hem, pulling the peg through the button out of its hole as the zipper undid itself. Smiling at the man's navy-blue briefs, she slid her hands up his legs, grabbing hold of the denim and sliding it down as she watched the bulge in his underwear grow. There she was, eye to eye with a man's bulge, not someone like Chad or Ben, a man.

As Luke's cock grew harder in its package, Lana leaned forward and started licking the tip through the cloth. Maintaining a circle shape with her mouth, Lana imitated sucking his tip through the cloth, licking away at the piece in her mouth as Luke's cock grew firmer and firmer. With it finally beginning to push the elastic material away from his body, Lana grabbed for the space and tugged it down, his manhood finally freed from its captivity.

With his massive 8-in cock bouncing gingerly before her face, Lana's mouth began to water as she imagined what that beast could do to her. Taking hold of the base with one hand, she pulled his balls free with the other, cupping everything in her hands as Luke shimmied free from his final article of clothing. As a trickle of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, Lana licked her lips greedily and lunged forward.

Spinning Lucas so that he was leaning against the wall now, Lana engulfed his shaft and began pushing it deeper and deeper into her throat. Gagging slightly, she could feel saliva building around the monster's head as she continued to work the somehow still hardening rod, as well as the quickly shrinking sac of balls. Tasting the first hints of precum, Lana savored the saltiness of the older man, licking the underside of his dick as she continued stroking away.

Feeling like his release may be imminent, Lucas tried to push Lana away a little, in a muted attempt to slow her down a bit. Not getting the message, she continued bobbing her head faster and faster on the tip, constantly attempting to fit more of his cock further down her throat. Reaching down, Lucas grabbed onto her ponytail and gave it a little tug, only to be surprised at the moan escaping his stepdaughter's body. Pulling a bit more firmly now, he was able to free his cock from her face, a disappointing sigh escaping her empty mouth as Lucas helped her to her feet.

Taking her by the hand, the two walked into the kitchen, the tiled counter glowing in the warmth of the sun from the south facing windows. Putting his hands under her armpits, Lana twerked at the sudden tickling motion, her breasts bouncing a bit as she clutched her arms to her body briefly. Giving Lucas a side eye glance, she quickly realized what his plan was and decided to assist by dropping her pants and hopping up on the counter herself.

"Where are your underpants?" he asked the now naked college student on his kitchen counter as she leaned back as flat as she could, her legs hanging over the edge at the knee.

She ignored his question completely, done with the events of the day outside of that moment. Spreading her legs wide, she traced the inside of her thighs lightly with her fingertips before tilting up her head and looking directly at Lucas.

"Eat my pussy," she commanded, reaching for the man's hair as his head quickly found its new place between her legs.

The man really did know what he was doing, she thought to herself.

Lucas started by wrapping his arms around her legs and pulling her hips up to meet his face. Starting above her freshly trimmed patch of hair, he slowly kissed his way down, occasionally adding a kiss to the inside of her legs as well. As Lana continued her attempt to push him into her awaiting snatch, he playfully resisted, sticking out his tongue until it was mere atoms away, but pulling it back before it could ignite that spark.

"Please stop teasing me daddy," she accidentally let slip, using the nickname that Chad and she shared, unsure how Lucas might react.

Acting like any man might when a woman begs him to stop teasing her though, he finally introduced his tongue to her pussy and began to make her squirm in pleasure. Lashing her outer lips with a frenzied pace, he began to focus his tongue on her opening, creating a concoction of spit and pussy juice that would easily be enough for a cock of his size.

But that wasn't what he wanted in the moment. Lucas wanted to eat that pussy until she came on his face, flooding his tongue with the taboo juices of the events playing out here in the family kitchen. Knowing the odds of it happening again were slim to none, Lucas needed, and wanted, it all.

As Lana's slit began to froth over, Lucas inserted the index finger of his left hand into Lana's desperate snatch. With a single finger embedded inside of her, he began to curl his finger in a come-hither motion, the hot walls of her inside sliding across his finger tip. Continuing this motion with his finger, he moved his attention from her saturated lips to the peak of her mountain, flicking his tongue along her most sensitive organ. Continuing to finger her pussy at an increased rate of pace, Lucas felt her inner muscles start pulsing against his finger, a slow groan beginning to escape Lana's lips.

"Yes! Yes! YES!!" she screamed louder and louder, her hands finally releasing the back of his head and latching on firmly to her breasts. She pinched her nipples between her fingers as Lucas continued finger fucking the orgasm out of her. Lana pleaded for him to keep going in whimpers, her body convulsing on the kitchen island of her childhood home.

As she began settling down from her orgasm, Lana felt Lucas lift his head from her body and let his finger leave her stilly need pussy. Unexpectedly, Lucas grabbed her by the hips and lifted her from the counter, placing her down on her feet and bending her over on to the surface she just soaked with her juices. Feeling her tits rub against the cold tile texture, covered in the mixture of their juices, pushed Lana to the brink of orgasm again.

It was Lucas burying his cock in her hole, however, that really pushed her over the edge. Feeling herself filled to the brim, Lana started bouncing her wildly, her bundled hair bouncing around in the air. Grabbing her by the ponytail, Lucas began thrusting his massive cock into the dripping snatch, her body sliding along the counter as she slammed back to meet his thrusts. Pulling out completely, Lucas drove his cock back home until their skin met, a poof of air escaping the lips of the young, tight pussy on the counter.

Letting go of her hair, Lucas reached around and started mauling her tits again. Pinching the nipples in his fingers, he felt Lana tense up and begin to groan.

"Ugh," she grunted, splaying her hands out widely and pressing her face against the tiled counter, the scent of their sex filling her nostrils as she continued getting rammed from behind. Her glasses clicking a bit as they tapped against the tile, timed to her stepfather's thrusts.

Taking hold of her hips, Lucas began thrusting with all of his might, penetrating his cock as deep into her as possible as he felt his balls get tighter and tighter again. As his impending orgasm began creeping up into his balls, he wondered where he should blow his load. Should he fill her pussy and let it drop out on to the floor? Or should he give her a facial?

Opting for the latter, Lucas surprised them both by pulling out of Lana before climbing up onto the island. Squatting by her head, he stroked his cock feverishly as loads of hot cum began to jettison across the side of Lana's face. The first stream left a trail that reached the counter, a fourth secretion joining the mixture as he realized Lana was also drooling on the tile now.

The second and third spurts landed squarely on her face, covering her glasses as Lana licked her lips for it greedily. Panting quickly, she savored the taste of the forbidden cum, wishing he had let her swallow the entire load. Still squatting above, Lucas continued milking the final drops from his cock. Groaning a bit as if finishing a big meal, Lucas sat on the flower, leaning back on the counter, below his freshly fucked stepdaughter.

It was there in the kitchen, covered in each other's juices, that both were surprised by the sound of the front door.

To be continued...