0 comments/ 22008 views/ 0 favorites The Step By: Girl Friend Meghan had arrived at the club, completely prepared for the next stage of the game, the step. She had practiced hanging upside down for a little while, last weekend and had enjoyed sucking Mr. Hardgrove's cock upside down, as well. Mr. Hardgrove came up behind Meghan, where she was standing, in the foyer of the club. "Come with me. It is time for the step." he whispered in her ear. Meghan followed him, eagerly, thinking happy thoughts of getting fucked, hopefully upside down. Mr. Hardgrove helped her up a step, then he assisted Meghan in lifting her feet to place them on the overhead metal bar with attachments for her feet. Once upside down, Meghan felt good, and her pussy started juicing in anticipation of getting fucked upside down. Mr. Hardgrove brought out a very large dildo that measured 21 inches in length and 9 inches in circumferential length. "I'm going to fuck your pussy good!" Mr. Hardgrove exclaimed as he shoved the entire dildo into Meghan's cunt. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!" Meghan sighed, loudly enjoying having her pussy stretched to its limits. She could feel the ridges and veins of the monster dildo in her pussy stretching it so nicely for her. "Harder please!" She implored Mr. Hardgrove. Mr. Hardgrove, in turn, did his best to pump Meghan's pussy furiously deep and hard at a very frenzied pace. "Yes. That's the ticket. I can see your pussy juices are gushing out of your pussy, even upside down." Mr Hardgrove marveled. "I want your cock in my mouth again, Mr. Hardgrove, please!" she begged of him as she reached out her hands and pulled him towards her, fumbling at his zipper until she managed to unzip it while upside down. Mr. Hardgrove placed the tip of his cock at Meghan's lips and instructed her to lick the tip slowly then faster and faster and to open up wide as he wanted Meghan to take HIS ENTIRE COCK down her throat, while she was hanging upside down. "Uh huh" Meghan managed to say with Mr. Hardgrove's cock almost gagging her as his cock swelled in her mouth and completely lodged in the back of her throat. "Unnnnnngh!" Meghan sighed as her face turned completely purple. She was having difficulty breathing. "Sorry about that. How about now?" Mr. Hardgrove asked Meghan as he readjusted his cock so that it wasn't lodged in her throat anymore and she could breathe again. "Better. Thank you. Pump my pussy harder with that dildo will you." Meghan begged him. "Okay." Mr. Hardgrove responded as he gripped the giant dildo with two hands and started, slowly at first, to pump Meghan's cunt in a rhythmic smooth motion, then he began to pump her harder and harder until at a chaotic rhythm, first slowly then harder and harder until Meghan started shaking uncontrollably. That was when Mr. Hardgrove unfastened Meghan's feet attachments and carried her, down the step and into the adjoining room. The adjoining room was Mr. Hardgrove's apartment and he was waiting to get Meghan in there for the longest time! Meghan didn't know it, but the game was really his screening process for a lover. He wanted to know the erotic potential of the candidates that he was interested in. Thus far, Meghan was the only one that showed her true slutty ways and freely expressed her orgasms while she demonstrated to him as what SHE WAS CAPABLE OF SEXUALLY. He doubted, that after "testing" her so thoroughly in the many stages of the game that SHE WOULD EVER BORE HIM SEXUALLY. And not only that, but SHE WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT KEPT COMING BACK EVERY WEEKEND, NON FAIL AND ALWAYS STOOD UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF THE GAME. Truth be told, Mr. Hardgrove had decided to make Meghan his own personal pet because SHE POSSESSED THE QUALITIES HE WAS LOOKING FOR. She was friendly, eager to please and very willing just as a good pet is and what is more is the fact that she ENJOYED HERSELF IMMENSELY! Mr. Hardgrove had planned to put a leash and collar Meghan and walk her around his apartment, while she was on all fours. He quickly went and fetched the collar and leash and put them on Meghan. "Heel!" Mr. Hardgrove commanded of Meghan and she sat back on her haunches. "Up!" Mr. Hardgrove commanded of Meghan and she got up from her haunches back onto her hands and knees. "Let's walk for a bit." Mr. Hardgrove said and he started to parade Meghan around the room. After he was satisfied that Meghan could follow simple orders. He pulled her up from her hands and knees and told her to get cleaned up and get dressed. She was ready for the apartment, the last phase of the game. "But Mr. Hardgrove. I don't want to leave. I want to stay here with you and go on to the apartment." Meghan informed him. "Well then, just follow me, Meghan. The apartment just happens to be right next door. " When Mr. Hardgrove and Meghan had entered the apartment, Mr. Hardgrove said, "Welcome to my abode Meghan." Meghan was still standing there exhausted but thrilled as she observed the modified modern day dungeon that was Mr. Hardgrove's apartment. Mr. Hardgrove rubbed his groin up against Meghan's butt and whispered in her ear, "I'd like you to get a feel for my apartment. Here, let me get the leash and collar on you again and we can take a walk around the apartment." Meghan felt her pussy juices gush down her inner thighs and run down to her ankles. The Step I was leaving St. Louis for a new life on the west coast. I'd always hated the harsh Midwestern winters and couldn't wait to be lying on a warm California beach. It was only October and already there was a chill in the Missouri air. Having done my time at the university, I'd earned a degree in accounting and had eagerly accepted the first job I was offered in Los Angeles. I'd spent so much time studying the past four years that I'd lost touch with the few friends I'd made back in high school. My mother and I were what you'd call estranged, so that left only one person I would truly miss. Five husbands. That's how many spouses my mother had gone through in my lifetime. The second marriage produced me, but it didn't last long. My birth father divorced us both when I was six months old, which means he hasn't even sent a birthday card my way in all of my twenty-two years. Rob was my mother's fourth try at marital bliss. I was eighteen by the time they wed. She'd grown older while her taste in men had grown younger. Rob was only twenty-nine when he'd assumed the role of my stepfather. Ironically, he'd proven himself to be the most mature, taking the responsibility rather seriously. He took a great interest in my education and when my mother filed for yet another divorce, he offered to let me continue to live with him so that I wouldn't have to resort to living in a dorm room. Nothing could have made my mother happier, as she'd already moved on to her next fiancee who wasn't thrilled at the idea of me moving in with him and his new bride-to-be. Not all men are quick to buy a package deal. My first year of college was daunting, to put it mildly. I'd sailed through high school while hardly having the need to crack a book, but the work load was much heavier at the university. Still hurt at being so easily disregarded by my mother, my heart wasn't in it. I barely managed a C average that first semester. Rob, who'd funded the tuition was more than a little disappointed. "What's the problem, Tess? You've always been a good student." "Well, I suppose I could try fucking one of my professors, or all of them," I said sarcastically. "That should raise my grade." "What the hell has gotten into you? I spend my hard earned money on your future and you make crude jokes?" "Maybe I need a spanking, Daddy," I quipped, not sure myself as to why I was being such a brat. He was the only one who'd ever taken an interest in me and this is how I was going to repay him. "How about I send you to your room instead," he responded. "Oh, come on, I'm nineteen." "Yes, but this is my house and I don't want to deal with you right now. Seriously, go, Tess." I left him in his office where he'd summoned me fifteen minutes earlier. As I shut the door behind me I felt banished from the only person I trusted. What he didn't know was that there was something more than trust between us and there had been for awhile. After my mother had moved out of the house, I'd begun fantasizing about him nonstop. He was a handsome man and I knew his secrets, which made him even more appealing to me. Once, when he thought I'd be out late catching a midnight movie, I'd come home early. He was with a date in the living room. They didn't hear me come in, so I got a full view of what was happening. The young blond woman was about my age. I recognized her as his secretary. Rob was sitting nude on the sofa with the woman over his knee. He was spanking her bare ass. "Who is the boss," he demanded as his hand came down on her cheeks with a loud crackle. "You are," she shrieked. "And while am I disciplining you?" "I deserve it," she whimpered. "I was late to work again. I know how you feel about that. Please forgive me." He smacked her ass again. "How will you make it up to me?" "I'll do anything you want." "You know what I want." "Do you want me to pretend to be Tess? Do you want me to call you Daddy?" "Yes." he answered. I didn't stay to watch anymore. I tiptoed out the front door and drove to a twenty-four hour café, where I spent the rest of the evening drinking coffee refills and trying to comprehend what I'd seen, what it meant. Strangely, it didn't bother me at all to know that my stepfather had feelings for me that were far from fraternal. As I've said, he was a handsome man. I had on more than one occasion felt a twinge of jealousy at how lucky my mother was to have him. I'd wondered if I'd ever find a man like him. Now that I knew he wanted me in that way, it was hard being near him without wondering what it would be like to have him run his hands over my body. I was so plagued with fantasies I was sure could never become a reality, that I rarely dated other men. I told myself if I could only have Rob once, my curiosity would be satisfied and I could move on with my life. Let me tell you, when the mind wants something badly enough, it can justify anything. Whenever I started to feel guilty about the desires some might call unnatural, I reasoned that it wasn't as if he were my real father. Really, he was more of a benefactor. The night he sent me to my room as though I were a child rather than a grown woman, I felt rejected by someone who was supposed to have an unconditional tolerance, if not love, towards me. Of course, it made me want him all the more. I could not remember him ever before having a harsh word with me and I was determined to get back into his good graces. Never go to bed on an argument, I'd always heard. Apologizing and putting an end to our disagreement was all I intended upon when I entered his room later that night. That's what I often tell myself, but if it were true, I wouldn't have waited for him to go to bed before approaching him. I know that now if I didn't know it then. He was sleeping the way he liked, with the fan blowing full blast in his face. It was a fight he'd had countless times with my mother. He simply could not sleep without the breeze. The covers were twisted just below his navel and once my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see the line where his pubic hair began. To discover him sleeping in the nude should have been enough to send me running out of the room, but urges were beginning to churn in the pit of my stomach and between my legs. Unable to ignore them, I sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. He opened his eyes instantly. "Tess, what are doing here? Are you sick?" "No, I felt bad about what happened earlier. I shouldn't have acted the way I did." "That's alright," he said, pulling the covers over his abdomen. "Go on back to bed. We'll talk tomorrow." Knowing that it was then or never, I put a hand on his bare arm and felt the muscle ripple there. "I don't want to go back to my bed. It's lonely there." He sighed, telling me my touch had an effect on him. "I really think you should get back to your room." "Don't make me go. You don't really want me to," I whispered. "What do you mean by that?" I allowed my hand to graze over his chest. "I want to stay here and lie next to you. I want you to touch me." "That's not going to happen," he said with a trembling voice. He didn't sound sure of his own words. It was not in my character to be so bold with a man, but I knew his secret. "I haven't been very good to you lately. I don't deserve everything you do for me. You should punish me." His eyes widened at my suggestive tone. He understood what I was implying. "You don't understand what you're asking for," he said. "You're my daughter." "Not really. We don't even have the same last name," I reminded him. "I'm not like the boys you're used to, Tess. You aren't ready for a man like me," he warned. He was wrong about that. None of the boys I'd dated had a clue as to what their own futures held. They drank too much and they cheated. Taking care of me was the last thing on their minds. I needed a man who would take the wheel when I felt that everything in my life was spinning so very out of control, which is how I felt the majority of the time. I was more than ready for him. "I understand what I'm getting into," I said. "I saw you with your secretary. I know what you like. Please, let me give it to you." "You saw me?" "Yes, you made her pretend to be me, but you don't have to do that anymore. I'm right here. Touch me." He put his hand over the thin material of my night gown and fondled the breasts underneath. "You saw what I did to Denise and you still want this," he asked. "Yes." "I should be angry with you for watching me, invading my privacy." "You should be," I agreed. "Punish me." He shook his head. "It's not right." "Well, it's not necessarily wrong, either. Why can't it just be what it is? We both want it and there are no blood ties between us." "It would have to be our secret." "Yes, who would I tell?" "Have you ever done anything like this before," he asked. "Like what?" "Asked a boy to punish you," he said in a stern voice. "No." "Then how do you know you want it?" "When I lie in bed at night and think of it, I can't sleep. It drives me crazy and I want to come to you." He nodded. "Alright, take off that gown." I stood and slipped the gown over my head. Underneath I wore nothing. "When you think of me, do you ever touch yourself?" "Sometimes," I confessed. "Lie on the bed and show me." "Oh, I don't think I could do that," I said, suddenly shy. Fantasies were one thing, but this was really happening and I still had my inhibitions. "You are the one who asked for this. Do you want to back out, go back to your room and pretend this never happened? "No." "Then do what I say. I want to watch you play with yourself. You did say you'd give me what I want." I got onto the bed and lied on my back, allowing a hand to fall between my legs. I was shocked to find that my pubic hair was matted with wetness. "That's it, Tess, spread your legs. I want to see all of you." I lifted my knees and spread my legs wide as my fingers began to massage my clit. At first I felt awkward with him sitting beside me, gazing at me with intent eyes. Then my body began to respond to my own manipulation and I couldn't help but moan. "You're beautiful," he said. "If you only knew how many times I imagined watching you do this to yourself." "Oh, please, put your hands on me," I begged. "Not yet, baby. I like to watch. I've waited too long for this. I won't let you take a minute of it away from me. Now slowly, put two fingers inside yourself." I did as he said and groaned. "Good girl. Do you ever pretend it's me inside you when you do that?" "Yes, always." He leaned over until our faces were nearly touching. "Just keep doing what you're doing," he said before his lips crushed down over mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth and another muffled moan escaped me. I threw my free arm around his neck while my other hand continued to play with my pussy. I felt his hard bulge press into my side, warm against my skin. I wanted to feel it between my legs, but he seemed content to let me pleasure myself. "You know, if we didn't go all the way, it wouldn't be so bad," he murmured in my ear. There are other things we can do, things that would feel just as good, if we do them right." "No, I need you inside me," I said. "We'll see," he answered. "Don't you want to fuck me?" His response was to take my hand in his and guide it to his lips. One by one he licked my wetness from each finger. Then he dipped his own hand between the folds of my slit and rubbed me there for a moment before bringing his fingers back up to smear the slick moisture onto my lips. "Taste." I licked my lips clean and then parted them so he could slide his fingers into my mouth. "Good," he asked. I answered by sucking greedily on his fingers until he pulled them away. "Look what your letting me do to you. You're not a good girl at all, are you," he teased. Now we were getting to the heart of what he wanted from me and the thought of giving it to him excited me beyond anything I'd ever felt. Instinctively, I knew the words he was waiting to hear. "I should be punished." "I think you should," he agreed. "I'm not, however, entirely convinced you fully understand what's about to happen. I'm going to give you a word. Let's say dropout. That suits you, considering your recent grades. If you say that word, I'll stop. Otherwise, you are free to scream and cry all you want. One of the things that sold me on this house is that it's isolated. No one will hear you." Somehow, just knowing that I'd be completely at his mercy made it all the more enticing. Perhaps I didn't fully understand what I was getting into, but I didn't want to stop. He swung his legs over the side of the bed so that he was sitting with his back turned to me. "Get up," he said. I got off the bed and stood before him. He had an ambivalent expression, as though he were making a last minute attempt to get himself under control. I was afraid he'd send me away, so I took his face in my hands and assured him, "It's okay. You're the only one I've ever truly wanted." "This is going to be the first and last time for us," he said. "Then don't hold back," I replied. "Lie across my knees." I did as he said, putting my hands on the floor to support myself with my head dangling down. The position was ungainly and more degrading than I had imagined, which only brought on a fresh sense of yearning as he thrust his hand between my legs and fingered my hole somewhat roughly. "Who am I, Tess?" "My daddy. Your my daddy," I sighed. He pulled out of me and grabbed a glass of water from the night table. I gasped as he poured the cool liquid onto the cheeks of my ass, explaining,"It's more effective on wet skin." I suddenly had the feeling that this was going to hurt more than I'd anticipated. "I'm going to spank you now. Then, after I'm sure I've taught you a good lesson, I'm going to make everything better by fucking you. Understand?" "Yes." I can't say I enjoyed that first stinging slap as it descended upon my ass. I'd never had a spanking in life and the force of it took my breath away and brought tears to my eyes. "Ah," I shrieked. "How does that feel, Tess?" "It hurts," I cried. He hit me again, causing me to let out another cry. "Why am I doing this, Tess?" "Because you're my daddy and it's your job to teach me." Another slap. It was just as intense as the first two, but somehow it seemed to hurt a bit less, the pain turning into an oddly soothing warmth that spread over my bottom. "Teach you what?" "How to be a good girl." "That's right," he said, massaging my sore cheeks. I wanted him to touch my pussy again, but he resumed my punishment, landing blow after blow onto my screaming flesh. "Please, stop," I begged. Of course, I didn't use the safe word he'd given me. I'd wanted this a very long time. I wanted to earn his mercy. He stopped and massaged my ass again, a gentle contrast to the harsh punishment he'd doled out thus far. "Why are you doing so poorly in school?" "I don't know," I choked through my sobs. He gave me another whack. "Don't lie to me. Do you think I don't know the truth? You don't want to graduate, do you?" "No." "Why not?" "Because then I'd have to leave. I don't want to leave you," I confessed. "You are all I've ever had. I love you." "It's about time you were honest with yourself before you self-destruct. Your punishment is over. Lie back down on the bed." I raised myself from him and collapsed onto the bed. He joined me at my side. I was stilling stifling sobs when he lips grazed my neck and traveled to my breasts. "Now I'm going to make it better, just like I promised," he said before taking a nipple into his mouth. "Oh," I murmured as I felt the nipple harden under his tongue. The stinging in my bottom had already begun to subside. He planted kisses on my belly and continued lower. I couldn't wait for the feel of his tongue on my clit, but wait is exactly what he made me do. He licked the outside of my lower lips in a soft, teasing manner, but refused to go deeper between them. The sensation was just enough to make me want more. I couldn't stop myself from writhing my hips against his tongue. He took one lip between his teeth and bit down with a slight firmness. I immediately stopped moving and was rewarded by his mouth finally finding my clit. He rolled it between his teeth, then began to suck as I cried out. He began to alternate between nibbling, sucking and licking, so that I never knew what to expect next. I could only lie there as he manipulated my most sensitive place for what seemed an eternity. When my breath became so short as to come in a pant, I placed the palm of my hand on the back of his head and began to grind myself into his face. He pulled away, grasping both of my wrists and pinning them onto the mattress. "Who's in charge here," he demanded. "You. Oh, you," I whimpered. "And who am I?" "Daddy." He fell upon me and I felt his hardness pressing against me, preparing to enter. "Say it again." "Daddy." He slid into me. It didn't feel wrong or right. It simply felt necessary, like something I'd gone too long without, but always needed. As his dick began to pump inside me I lost myself in the pleasure of the sweet friction. He placed my arms over my head and held them there. To be confined only made the sensations more maddening. I wanted to throw my arms around his neck and cling to him. "Harder, please," I pleaded. "Fuck me harder." He rammed into me as far as he could go and then ground himself against me as he twirled hips. His cock was now massaging the walls of my pussy as I was held firmly in place, unable to move. I was on the edge of a screaming orgasm when he pulled back, only to repeat the action. I moaned and whimpered, but I couldn't speak any words. My lust had rendered me speechless. It was only when he began to fuck me in earnest, slamming into me again and again, that I found my voice. "Don't stop fucking me. Please, I'll be good. I'll be so good. Don't stop." He rode me hard, but even when the soreness set in I didn't want him to stop. I continued to urge him on with my pleading words until I felt his hot cum shoot into me. I came hard, shuddering against his twitching cock. When he released my arms I slung them over his neck and kissed him. He'd said this would be the first and last time. I wasn't ready for it to end yet. "Are you alright," he asked. "I'm more than alright." He pulled out of me and rolled onto the mattress. "You should go back to your room now and we'll never speak of this. You'll get your grades back up and move on with your life. That is the natural order of things. I'll always be here for you, but this cannot happen again." "I want to sleep next to you," I said. "That wouldn't be a very good idea," he sighed. I left him and went back to my cold, lonely bed. Honoring his wishes was hard, but I never again brought up what happened between us, nor did I make any gesture to offer myself to him again until the day I packed for California. I would be setting out early in the morning. It was a three day drive, so I made sure I had everything ready to go before bed time that last evening. I was about to turn in for the night when I heard the shower in the main bathroom turn on just on the other side of the wall. It hurt too much to think of leaving him. It wasn't guilt. I surely didn't picture him being alone for long. He was a vibrant, exceptional looking man. A woman would quickly replace my mother's presence, along with mine, soon enough. The thought made me ache with envy. I knew I wasn't going anywhere without feeling his touch one last time. I crept down the hall. Feeling like a seductress, I grasped the door knob to the closed bathroom door. If it was locked I'd forget it, I told myself, but it wasn't. The knob turned and I pushed the door open, gazing at him through the glass shower doors. His body was quite amazing, muscles bulging everywhere. I stood there and waited for him to notice me. When he finally did he froze. The Step Daughter I woke up from a deep, troubled slumber, my head feeling like it had been trampled upon by an entire football team. I felt my body heaving and bile rose up to my tonsils as I clawed out of the sheets and crawled towards the bathroom. My head had scarcely gone over the toilet bowl when my futile resistant petered out and I vomited violently. I puked for a long time, my body racked in pain; my breaths were coming in wretched rasps. I smiled to myself despite my pitiable condition and I reflected that if my stepfather saw me this way he would immediately assume that I must have gone clubbing last night and had gotten myself wasted. Actually my present predicament was a result of a more domestic affair though not less wild. What I was spilling out of my guts with such reckless abandon wasn't the toxic contents of some vodka bottle but something more biological in nature though not less potent. Last night I must have swallowed a gallon of sperm from my boyfriend's unnecessarily huge penis. My jaws still ached. I cleaned myself up and decided some aspirin was in order. There wasn't any more left in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom so I decided I would have to enter my stepfather's room and get his. I smiled crookedly to myself as I decided what I should wear. Trust me this wasn't out of a sense of decency; on the contrary I was looking for what would shock him. I rummaged around till I found a pair of pink lace briefs and a male singlet that was absolutely useless in covering up my voluptuous figure. I looked at the full length mirror and grinned evilly. My perky tits seemed to wobble even while standing still and the thick, protruding nipples prodded obstinately at the soft, white cotton. My wide hips maltreated the pink undies, stretching them so thin that even the lips of my shaved vagina were clearly visible. I turned round and inspected my bum. What remained of the briefs had disappeared into the crack of my ass. I smiled and went to my stepdad's room. He was asleep, lying on his belly. He had on only a pair of shorts which seemed to be his favourite pair. I watched him for a moment while a train of dirty thoughts ran through my mind. Eventually I sauntered over to the bathroom and made a considerable din opening the door and the medicine cabinet, rummaging through various assorted bottles and eventually sloshing water in a cup and downing some pills. I vaguely heard some movement on the bed and knew I had woken him up. I bent over the sink and pretended to be inspecting my face which had bags under the eyes big enough to pack for an overnight trip. His bed directly faced the bathroom so he only had to turn his head to see what all the fuss was about and find my ass staring boldly back at him. My legs were wide apart and I could bet he could see the bulge of my pussy. I swayed my bottom about as I hummed and washed my face. My eyes darted quickly to one side of the mirror and sure enough I saw his gaze fixed on my derriere like it was the eight wonder of the world. I smiled in satisfaction but not without some guilt. Why was I such a slut? A nineteen year old black bombshell with such a thirst for the perversities of life that it was almost scary. My smile grew wider. After my little show I decided that I needed to take a shower. Having it in my stepfather's bathroom would be too much of an invitation and anyway I still enjoyed flaunting my wobbly bits in front of him without going completely nude. Let his lecherous mind feed on the image I had just generously provided him with for now. He should have a very productive masturbatory session before he got up. I turned to leave the bathroom and caught his eyes before they hurriedly dropped down. "Hello, Dad, sorry if I woke you" I chirped as I walked slowly past him. He mumbled a reply and I could feel his hungry eyes boring holes into my ass cheeks as I sashayed away. I went back to my room and grabbed forty winks. When I woke up, my headache had gone and after a long, cold shower, I was as right as rain. My face looked less puffy and after a quick makeup session my face was perfect again. I might sound very vain when I say this but despite the killer figure that God so generously blessed me with I have this sweet, oval face like that of an angel. Give me a habit and I could be easily be a nun. Except that there is no habit designed by man that can hide my figure. My mind casually replayed the events of yester night. I did this all the time: anytime I had sex I filed it away in my memory like some cheap VHS cassette tape to be played back later anytime I was masturbating. I masturbated a lot and I had an impressive assortment of toys to probe my privates with. Masturbation wasn't just pleasuring yourself till you climaxed, it was a chance to escape this world and enter into an alternative reality where everything was perfect and you could fuck anybody and anything without consequences. I could fuck movie stars (both male and female), fuck all my family members (both male and female), fuck my friends and their friends (yes... both male and female) and fuck superheroes, get raped by supervillains, trolls, serial killers, aliens, zombies and unicorns. Yes, I have a pleasant imagination! I like to refer to Andy as my beloved rapist rather than my boyfriend. He's such a sadist that he has no idea of how to treat a woman nicely. Whenever he's alone with me he would rip off my underwear after I had taken off my clothes and take me hard. He had absolutely no time for foreplay. All he did was spread my legs and brutally fuck me till he was too tired to continue. After that I would suck his cock for ages till he spilled everything down my throat. He always made sure I swallowed it all down. If I spat even a drop out I was going to get spanked very hard with his rough, unforgiving hands. Yesterday he called to say he was coming to my room. I had to wait till everyone was asleep then sneak down to open the back door. I had to lead him upstairs in the dark because I didn't want to turn on the lights and it was all I could do to stop squealing out in pain because he kept pinching and squeezing my butt. Once we were in my room, he insisted that he gag me with a pair of dirty socks he was wearing to prevent me from screaming and waking my stepdad. My mom was out of town. I reluctantly agreed. There is a thick rug on the floor and Andy said he couldn't fuck me on the bed, because the squeaking springs would make a lot of noise. He said he had to fuck me on the floor. I thought of the rug burn I would have in the morning but by then I was past caring. I was so horny that my nipples had dragged my breasts ninety degrees away from my body and a wet patch was growing in my shorts. Andy made no attempt to hide the huge bulge tenting his trousers and the way his eyes gleamed in the dark as they raked me up and down I knew I was in physical danger. I hoped he wouldn't try to throttle me as he fucked the daylights out of me. First of all he ordered me to take off my clothes and then pushed me down on the floor. He gave my tits a good squeeze and the sock in my mouth barely prevented me from squealing out loud. Soon he pulled off his pants and he didn't hesitate to make penetration. He smashed in and out of my pussy, my ass and my mouth. I stopped counting the climaxes that he ripped from my body and I had no idea when he left because I passed out. The last few minutes were a blur and it annoyed me I couldn't remember exactly what happened. He had practically destroyed me. I needed a woman's touch if I was going to remain sane. But none of my female friends were in town and unless I accosted female shoppers at the mall and asked them for sex I didn't think I would get lucky. It was so unfair! That's when I thought of my beloved step-papa. Wouldn't it be a real adventure to seduce him? Make him throw caution to the wind and take advantage of me while Mom was out of town. I dare say the idea was delicious. After all I would be doing him a service. He would get to make his ultimate fantasy come true and I'm not too humble to say that I know that his ultimate fantasy is me. For as long as I've known him he could never keep his eyes or his hands off me. He was very touchy feely and since I appeared to have no objections to being pawed he got bolder every day. I smiled as I remembered the time we had to squeeze into a packed bus and I had to end up sitting on his lap. The poor bastard's cock nearly ripped a hole in my bum shorts and I wasn't helping the situation since I kept grinding my hips in time with the movement of the bus. He eventually ejaculated and he had to pull out the tails of his shirt to hide the wet patch of cum on his trousers. What a loser. Well, I thought, as I got to my feet, it was time for me to get the old pervert out of his closet and into my bed. I knew if I waited for him to make a move, I could end up waiting forever because he was terrified of my mom. Mom would beat the shit out of him. Yeah, really. She was a violent bitch and she was even more depraved than I was. I remember when she and her sister, Aunt Hilda, had decided to punish me one day for using her vibrator and what started off as a spanking ended up with me being abused and dominated for six hours straight. But that's another story. I took off my top and strolled out of my room. I was soon knocking on his door and I heard his voice telling me with a wary tone, to come in. I walked in and stood before his bed and there are no words in the English dictionary to describe the intense pleasure and satisfaction I felt when I saw the look on his face. His mouth fell open and he forgot to close it. "Daddy" I said in my best little good girl voice, "My nipples are hurting me. I don't know what to do." The Step-Daughter My wife, Victoria, is a very beautiful Italian woman. She is about 5'8" and weighs about 135 pounds. She has some of the most amazing curves that I've seen. Her black hair is long and soft. She takes great care of it. Vicky's breasts are a full C cup and they are some of the perkiest tits I've ever laid eyes on. There is next to nothing wrong with her. If it wasn't for her nose she would be perfect. It's not huge, but it is a bit bigger than my idea of a perfect nose. I first met her in a bar at the beginning of my junior year in college. She was the tender age of 19 and in her sophomore year. I found out on our second date that she had a kid. Her daughter, Alexis, was only 10 months old. I was a little worried about the extra baggage, but thought I might get some action and then turn tail and run. I was just looking for some fun and she was hot. After several dates I found that I really liked her, and her daughter was a doll. The night after I graduated I asked her to marry me. We didn't set the date until Vicky had graduated. The wedding was in a small church in my home town. Alexis had just turned three and got to be the flower girl. After the wedding we went on a cruise for our honeymoon. Vicky's parents took care of the kid for the week. We had a ball lounging around during the day and having wild sex at night. Sex with an Italian woman is the best. Years have gone by since then and our relationship has been wonderful, but the fire has died down a bit after sixteen years of marriage. Around fourteen Alexis started to mature. She brought her first boyfriend home when she was sixteen. It didn't last very long. When she turned seventeen I really noticed a change. She began to look a lot like her mother. The only difference was she had her father's nose I guess because it wasn't Vicky's. There wasn't a thing wrong with the girl; she was breathtakingly beautiful. She had her mother's lean body and sexy curves and the voluptuous C cups. Her hair was hotter than her mother's as well as her ass. I noticed her come out to the pool in a bikini when I was tanning once. She looked me up and down. I had sunglasses on so she didn't know I was watching her check me out. My chiseled abs and chest glistened in the sun. I didn't know what she was thinking but I had an idea. Alexis's eighteenth birthday was a big deal. Her mom wanted to throw her a big party and have all her friends come over to the house. Everyone started to arrive around eight that night and didn't leave until about three the next morning. It was a pool party so I spent the evening hanging out by the pool making sure no one got hurt and checking out the young eighteen year old girls in their skimpy bikinis. Alexis was definitely the most attractive girl at the party. I overheard a few of Alex's friends talking about how hot her dad was. It made me smirk a bit. At least I still had "it" at thirty seven. One of them even said my name and something else, but all I heard her say was sex and pool shed. After everyone had left, Vicky headed up to our room to get ready for bed. I found Alex passed out asleep on the couch. I scooped her up in my arms. She threw her arms around my neck and snuggled into my chest. I walked up to her room and set her down on her bed. I looked down at her chest. Her tits looked perfect. I gently pushed one side of her top aside so I could see her little pink nipple. I touched the tip of it with my finger, and she moved a bit. I jerked away quickly. When she settled back in I put her top back. As I was reaching for her blanket I looked at her bikini bottom. It was only held on by strings tied on her hips. I gently pulled one of the bows loose. When she didn't react I undid the other. I waited a second to make sure she wasn't going to do anything, and I pulled the bottom off and found a bare pussy with a clit ring in it and a little star tattooed on the left side of her pelvis. She had to have gotten this done the day she turned eighteen because her mom would have never signed for either of them. Both the tattoo and the piercing looked quite healed. I touched her little button and she whimpered a bit. The sound got my dick hard instantly. I undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. I picked up her hand and wrapped her fingers around the shaft of my hard cock and began stroking it. I touched her clit again and this time rubbed it softly. I could feel her twat heating up. Juices began to gather on her pussy lips as I rubbed her. The sight of her wet cunt made me wild. I put her hand down and walked over to the door. I checked the hall and didn't see my wife. I closed the door and turned back to Alex still asleep on her bed. I took off my shirt on the way back to my step-daughter's bed. She looked ready for me. Her legs were spread open and her pussy was soaking wet. I looked down at my naked cock and spit on the tip. I rubbed it over the head as I crawled on my knees on top of her. I guided my dick to her pink lips and rubbed the head against them but not penetrating. I watched her face as she moaned a little. She even made faces like her mother. Her moans made me even crazier. I slid slowly into her tight cunt. I met no resistance inside her. The naughty girl had obviously done something before. As I was pulling back her eyes opened slowly. I clapped my hand over her mouth quickly. She was startled by my presence and pushed on my chest when she realized that I was still inside her. She stopped squirming, and when I thought that she wasn't going to scream I cautiously removed my hand. She looked into my eyes. After a good thirty seconds she kissed me. Alexis passionately drove her tongue into my mouth as she held onto my shoulders and back. When I got this reaction I slid back into her pumping in and out as we kissed. I could hear moans escaping her mouth until she couldn't keep kissing me. Alexis moaned so uncontrollably that I clapped my hand over her lips again. I pulled out and sat up on my knees. She sat up and took off her top. Her perfect eighteen year old tits looked amazing. She turned around and positioned herself on her hands and knees so that I could insert from behind. I fucked my step-daughter hard for a good fifteen minutes before she came. Just as I was about to come I pulled out and she quickly turned around and took the head of my cock into her mouth. A few tugs from her dainty hands and I blew my load in her mouth. I knew at this point that she had done all of this and more. I didn't know how long she had wanted to do this, but it seemed as though when she realized it was me at the beginning she was ready. I got dressed and walked out of the room. I went to my room and got in bed with Victoria. I spooned up to her and went to sleep. The next morning it was like nothing had happened. There was no weird interaction between any of us. The rest of the weekend was no different from any other weekend except for Sunday afternoon my wife went to the mall with a friend and I got a blowjob from my step-daughter. She gave head better than any woman I had ever been with. I have a continuing sexual relationship with Alexis, and we have done almost everything imaginable. Luckily her mother hasn't found out and hopefully she won't. I want to continue screwing her daughter for a long time. The Step Daughter Affair My ex-wife and I used to indulge in various sorts of fantasies during our love making. Nothing was off limits. One evening she was talking me through a fantasy where her daughter caught us having sex and joined in. Tammy, my ex, had three kids from a previous marriage, two boys and a girl with the girl being the eldest and just 18 at the time. Her name was Elizabeth but we called her Liz. So Tammy was describing what Liz was doing to me when suddenly we heard, "Mom, did you call me?" There are a few things to know about our family. We were practicing nudists so seeing each other naked was no big deal. We never denied any of the kids entry into our bedroom as long as they used good sense. This particular time is was mid-afternoon on a Friday so that Liz came bounding into the bedroom in itself was not surprising. What was surprising was the expression on her face when she saw her mother's hand wrapped around my cock. Liz was your typical 18 year old high school senior. She was active in sports so she was in good shape. Liz wasn't a beauty but she was good looking, five seven in height and 34C breasts. She had short dirty blond hair and brown eyes. "Oh shit." I said. Liz sounded more than just a little put out when she said, "I know I heard my name so what were you saying about me when you were having sex?" We had told all the kids the import of being very honest with us although in this particular incident I think both Tammy and I would have liked a little less honesty but then that wouldn't have been Liz's style. "Nothing honey," Tammy said nervously. "I was just saying that you were umm," Tammy stumbling looking for the right words and in the process digging herself a hole. "Come on mom, you said we have to be honest with you so now it's your turn." I was glad I was being left out of the discussion and decided not to add anything. "You want the truth?" "Yes!" Liz was persistent which was good in high school because it landed her on the honor roll each term and had gotten her early acceptance into Harvard. But still we would have liked a little less of it now. "Okay," Tammy said, "but I don't think you're going to like it." Tammy paused hoping Liz would change her mind about hearing it. She didn't. "Well, when Peter and I have sex we like to fantasy play. Do you know what that means?" "Yes but what that got to do with me?" Liz asked pointedly. "Well, I was just playing a fantasy for him where you came in on us having sex and joined in." Tammy said the last few words very softly and sheepishly. "Ewww!" Liz exclaimed. "That's gross!" "No it's not honey, not between consenting adults and since remember, it's only a fantasy." Now I hadn't done anything to cover myself up in part because Tammy hadn't covered herself and partly because it aroused me to be the way I was. I was an admitted dirty old man. My cock hadn't gone entirely soft and so it was still somewhat erect. Then Liz asked an unexpected question, "So what were you saying about me?" "Liz, I don't think that's appropriate." Tammy said sternly. "Why?" Liz asked sharply. "According to you it's normal so if that's so then I want to know." "Liz honey, it's none of your business." Tammy scolded. "It is too mom. It's about me you're talking so it is too my business." Tammy realized she was on the wrong side of a losing argument. As she was prone to do she bit her lip before she said something difficult. "Okay, I'll tell you but you must promise to try to understand that this is all a fantasy." Liz nodded to her mother. Tammy paused and collected her thoughts. "Well, I said that you had walking in on us having sex." "You mean like I just did." "Right, and then when you saw Peter's erection you became excited and I told you it'd be all right to touch it. You touched it tentatively and then you played with the pre-cum on the tip of his penis." "I'll bet you didn't say penis mom." Liz chided and then continued. "Oh, you mean like that drop on the end of it now?" We all looked at my cock and there it was, my guilty liquid. "Ummm, yes." Tammy replied. "Then you took off your top so Peter could see your boobies." While Tammy was relating the story Liz hadn't taken her eyes of my cock and in response to this I had become fully hard again, even more so than I was when Liz first broke in on us. "So while you were playing with the tip of his cock," Liz flinched when she heard the word, "Peter reached up and started fondling your breasts. Anyway, that gives you an idea of how it went." Liz didn't respond but instead reached out and touch the bit of pre-cum on my cock. "Liz! What do you think you're doing?" Tammy protested. Liz didn't respond at first but continued to rub the bit of cum on the tip of my cock. Tammy did nothing to remove Liz's finger from my cock. Then as suddenly as Liz had started playing with the cum she stopped and abruptly left the bedroom. "What was that all about?" I asked Tammy. I felt the need to say something but didn't really know what I should say. "I don't know but I'm glad she left." Tammy said. Just then the door to the bedroom opened and Liz came back into the room only now she was totally naked. "Liz what the hell do you think you're doing?" Tammy demanded. "Well, you've seen me naked anyway so why don't I give you this part of your fantasy and maybe I'll learn something too." "No Liz," Tammy said sternly, "Sex is a private thing between a man and a woman." "Oh you mean private like it was between you guys and Becky?" "How do you know about that?" Tammy asked, fear in her voice. "I was using the computer one day and I saw an email Becky had sent you guys." Tammy felt trapped but then said, "That's different. That wasn't incest." "I don't think so." Liz replied and lay down on the bed next to me and touched the tip of my cock again. "It's still there." She said playfully. I looked at Tammy and shrugged my shoulders. It was obvious to Tammy that I was totally turned on by this and I found out later that she rationalized in her head that since Liz was 18 and I wasn't her natural father then it wouldn't be incest. Liz started stroking my cock. I wanted to lay back and close my eyes but I also wanted to sit up and watch like a voyeur. I decided that since Tammy wasn't doing anything to stop what Liz was doing then this was my chance to return the favor. I reached up and touched Liz's nipple. As soon as I touched it Liz shuddered and closed her eyes. I continued to rub her nipple and then squeezed her breast. Then I let my hand trail down between her breasts to her belly. I looked over to Tammy to see her response. Tammy looked a little in shock. I really wanted to include her in this to fulfill my two women getting it on fantasy but that seemed unlikely. I very lightly ran my fingers down from Liz's belly to her pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as my hand first touched her pussy lips. Then as my finger gently parted the folds of her lips I could fell her wetness. It was obvious that Liz was extremely turned on by what we were doing. I slowly slipped my middle finger into her pussy and as I did Liz stopped stroking my cock, closed her eyes and for the first time moaned noticeably. I got a little bolder at that point and said to Tammy, "Show Liz how you suck my cock." I could see the word 'no!' spread across Tammy's face but she never vocalized it. Instead she very slowly lowered her face to my cock and took it in her mouth. Liz moved her hand to my chest. Tammy had only sucked my cock for about 30 seconds when I said to Liz, "Now you try it." Tammy shook her head 'no' but didn't stop Liz when she lowered her head to my cock and tentatively took it into her mouth. The sensation was extreme and I thought I was going to come almost immediately. My ploy to slow down or stop such things from happening is to think about work briefly and so I did that. Liz seemed to know what she was doing so I said, "Honey, I think Liz has done this before. She's good!" I held on to the word good for emphasis. Tammy looked at her daughter and asked, "Have you?' "Um, yeah. You remember David?" "You told us you two never did anything!" Tammy exclaimed. "We never had intercourse. I thought that's what you wanted to know." To get them away from the subject I took Liz's nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. While I was sucking on her nipple I reached over to Tammy's breasts and felt them. I moaned while my tongue ran over Liz's hard nipples. I had to put my cock in a pussy soon or I'd lose it on the bed and I didn't want to do that. So I pushed Liz down on the bed and got between her legs. As I positioned my cock at the entrance of Liz's pussy I heard Tammy say, "No, don't." I looked at her as I pushed the head of my cock into her daughter's pussy. Tammy was a pretty strong woman and I knew if she really didn't want me doing this she'd let it be known. Tammy was quiet as I slowly slid my cock the rest of the way into Liz's pussy. I had expected to run into her hymen but didn't. I knew I couldn't hold out long and I wanted Liz to have an orgasm when I did. So I took Tammy's hand and placed it on Liz's clit. "No!" Tammy said strongly. I held her hand and fingers to her daughters clit and was surprised by how little resistance she put up. I moved Tammy's hand over Liz's clit and then let go. Tammy kept going. As I watched Tammy stroke her daughter's clit I said, "Oh Liz, you're so tight, you're pussy feels so good. Do you like the feel of my cock in your pussy?" "Oh yes!" Liz replied immediately and strongly. "I can feel you getting ready to come Liz. Yes!" I banged my cock firmly into her pussy as kept repeating those words and Liz kept saying she was ready to come. Suddenly I felt the come surge from my balls and my cock seemed to swell to twice its size in Liz's pussy. "Oh I'm going to come now!" I moaned. Liz felt the difference in me and screamed that she was coming. I remember thinking that Liz was a screamer unlike her mother. I kept banging my cock into her pussy holding onto my orgasm and my hardon for as long as I could. Then to prolong things I commanded Tammy, "Kiss her!" "What?" Tammy asked in shock. I knew she'd resist this but she had a soft spot to my commanding her to do things. She was ever the submissive and loved taking orders. "She's your daughter. You say you love her so prove it and kiss her damn it all!" Tammy leaned over to give Liz a kiss on the lips which she did quickly. "Come on!" I bellowed at Tammy. "That's the kind of a kiss you give someone you've just met not someone you love. Now do it right. Give her a real kiss." Tammy leaned back down to her daughter and kissed her again this time holding the kiss. Even though the angle was a bit odd I could see first Tammy's tongue part Liz's lips and then Liz returned the favor. Tammy started getting into it and moved her hand up over Liz's breasts. Their kiss went from one which could have marginally been called a motherly kiss to an undoubtedly lover's kiss. I could fee the life that had left my cock return and I continued to slowly stroke it in and out of Liz's pussy. "Now kiss her tits!" I commanded Tammy. This time she didn't resist and moved her head over to her daughter's tits. Tammy had told me early on in our relationship that she loved women's breasts and she went for Liz's breasts with just that sort of love and lust. I slowly increased the tempo I was fucking Liz and after about 2 or 3 minutes of watching Tammy make love to her daughter's tits I could feel the come swelling in my cock again. I could also so Liz rising to the moment. Once again we came in unison. This time, however, I was feel a bit spent and rolled off Liz and to her side. Liz now lay between her mother and me. As we lay there I saw Liz leisurely put her hand between her mother's legs and seek out her pussy. I figured Liz had probably played with herself so she'd know exactly what to do for her mother and that's how it looked. As I watched I decided it was time to take things one step further and said, "Liz, kiss her pussy." Again Tammy gave me that no look but I think she realized that I'd get my way and quickly resigned herself to the fact. Liz seemed almost a little anxious to do this and quickly got between her mother's legs. Upon asking her about his later on we found out that Liz was bi-curious and had long wanted to try it. Liz kissed Tammy's pussy once and then stuck her tongue between her mother's pussy lips. After running her tongue up and down her mother's pussy a couple of times she asked, "Am I doing it right?" "Yes dear," Tammy replied, "you are." Liz continued to work on her mother's pussy and became more animated in her ministrations. Finally Liz reached up for her mother's tits and squeezed them as she continued to eat her pussy. Tammy loves to have her pussy eaten and in no time at all she began to have an orgasm. I thought Liz's inexperience would cause her to stop as soon as Tammy started coming but that's not what happened. Liz continued to suck on her mother's pussy and her to two more orgasms before finally stopping. Well, that was ten years ago and that's how it all began. I had hoped Liz would become a regular visitor to our bedroom but that didn't happen. She did come by occasionally but usually it was when I had asked to come. Liz got married four years ago and we stopped having sex with her at that point. Well, at least until a year ago when she stopped by for a visit and said she had missed us. Now we are all having sex more than ever.