9 comments/ 233357 views/ 59 favorites A Stepdaughter's Sex Lesson By: Trimpostinger "So, Julie, can I come over to study tonight?" Julie rolled her eyes and looked at her friend. "Steph, we have nothing to study for school. We graduate next week. Our finals are done." Both girls looked back at their small high school as they stood in the parking lot. "Who said anything about school?" Stephanie replied. "There is something else at your house I wouldn't mind studying." Julie frowned at her friend's sly grin. "Tom?" she asked sarcastically. "Ewe," Stephanie replied, reacting predictably to the mention of Julie's annoying 15-year-old brother. "I was thinking of Charles." Julie sighed and rolled her eyes again. When her mother had remarried a younger man, her new step-dad had said the kids could call him Charles or Chuck, and Tom had taken to it quickly. Julie couldn't get the hang of it though. He was still 14 years older than she was at 32, and she had been calling him "Dad" for the past 4 years. Julie didn't want to know what Steph called him in her daydreams. "What?" the friend scoffed. "Don't get mad at me if your mom has good taste. I hope I look as good as she does when I'm 40 so when my husband dies I can snag a young hottie like Chuck." As soon as she said it, Steph cringed at the casual reference to Julie's father's death. It had been five years, and Julie had gotten over it a while ago. Her mom and she had fought for a while when she had started dating again, but when Julie saw how happy it made her, she felt differently about it. There had been the same age difference (8 years) between Julie's mom and her natural father. And at 43, he had looked more like 63. He had been over weight and bald with tufts of gray hair over his ears and much more on his back. Julie knew that her mom had still loved her husband, but figured the spark had gone out of their marriage a long time ago. Plus, they ended up hanging around all of her father's friends, who were all also much older than her mom. She was 35 when her husband had died, but she felt much older. When she stared dating Chuck, who at the time was 28, she felt like she was in her 20's too, and Julie couldn't help but feel happy for her mom. "It's okay," Julie said, assuring her friend she wasn't mad. "You can come over." "You know, it's okay to think he's hot," Stephanie said. "He's only your step-dad." "It feels weird, though," Julie replied. "You know he checks you out." "When?" "Last summer when you invited me along with your family to go to the beach for a weekend. He couldn't keep his eyes off you." Julie laughed. "You would know, once he took his shirt off, you couldn't look at anything else. And he was more likely checking you out. That was the skimpiest bikini I've ever seen you wear." "You weren't exactly wearing a parka," Stephanie jabbed back. "He was checking us both out. And don't blame me if your dad has a great six-pack." Julie was going to continue to argue but Stephanie caught her eye and looked over her shoulder. Julie turned to see her brother running from the school over to her car. "I'll see you tonight at 7:30," Stephanie said and jogged away to find her own vehicle. Julie tried to think of a response, but her mind was filled with the idea of her step-dad checking her out. In a few moments Tom was yelling at her to snap out of it and drive them home. Julie shook her head and obeyed. *** Charles Miner walked up behind his wife as she was preparing dinner. She didn't hear him over the sturdy floors and jumped a bit as his arms snaked around her slim waist. "Chuck!" she cried, nearly flinging spaghetti sauce all over the stove. "Hello to you too beautiful," he said as he kissed her neck. His hands snaked up to cup her breasts through the apron. "Down boy," she scolded. "The kids are home." His hands retreated reluctantly. "And don't think you can flatter your way out of the talk you're going to have tonight." Charles hadn't even thought of that. He was just charged up. Elizabeth had been so busy at work lately that they hadn't had much time to themselves. He had promised himself when he married this beautiful woman that he wouldn't jerk off anymore. He shouldn't have to, but it had been almost a week now, and nothing looked sexier to him than his wife in a kitchen apron making dinner. "What talk, Beth?" His hands had moved down, but he still nibbled at her neck. Elizabeth turned around with a spaghetti fork in her hand to wave at her husband. "You're going to talk to Julie about boys." "You don't think you should be the one to have that conversation with her? You are her mother." Hadn't they been over this already? "I taught her how to insert a tampon, buy a bra, put on make-up, and half dozen other things you don't know about. You were in college 10 years ago and know exactly what a girl as pretty as Julie will be faced with. She's got 20 guys in her graduating class, and they are all typical Wisconsin farm boys. All they care about is football and heifers. Julie is neither, and they haven't paid her any attention yet. That will change, and I want her to be ready for it." Charles frowned, but also knew she was right. Julie was extremely good looking, with the same great curves as her mother but much perkier. Charles had to remind himself on numerous occasions that he was this girl's father now and he shouldn't constantly try to stare down her shirt. "It's also a good chance for the two of you to bond. She calls you "Dad," and I think she would respect you even more if you had this talk with her. I'm taking Tom to hockey practice tonight, and we won't be back until after ten. I've got some stuff to do at the office while he skates." "Yes, ma'am," Charles said, defeated. *** As promised, Beth and Tom left right after dinner, leaving Charles and Julie a chance to clean up. They stood at the sink together, and as Julie washed and he dried, he had to keep dragging his eyes away from the scoop neck sweater she wore. She was very attractive with her blonde hair pulled up into a messy ponytail so that a few strands fell lightly on her smooth neck and shoulders. College boys would eat her alive, he thought, and he agreed they should have this talk. As Julie brought the towels downstairs to the laundry, he went to the fridge for a beer. He needed to calm his nerves down first. Julie ran up the stairs and stopped in the kitchen. "I forgot to tell you, Steph is coming over at 7:30." Charles glanced at his watch. They had an hour. "Good, I'd like to talk to you about something first if you don't mind." Julie cocked her head at that. They never really talked. Their relationship had always been: You make my mom happy, and I won't get mad at you for trying to replace my real father. So far, that arrangement had worked out just fine. They sat back down at the dinner table, but instead of sitting at right angles like half an hour before, Charles rotated his chair so he was looking right at her. She did the same. He set his half finished beer on the table to his left and tried to think of what to say. The pause lasted almost ten full seconds, and he took another large swig before finally trying something. "Have you dated before?" he finally asked. Julie was shocked at the question. She had been paying attention to him for the past hour and recognized, as had Stephanie, that he spent a lot of time looking at her chest and ass. Was he now asking if she was available? "Billy Kent took me to Prom this year, but I wouldn't call it a date. He picked me up in his muddy pick-up and had me home by 11." "And how did that go?" "It was fun, I basically hung out with Steph and a few other girls most of the night. I danced with him once." "Did he try to kiss you?" She laughed at the idea. From his breath that night, Julie was willing to bet he had chewed tobacco before picking her up. "No, he didn't." Charles downed the rest of his beer before venturing forward. "You are a beautiful young woman," he started, his eyes instinctively going to the areas of her body that made her beautiful. Julie noticed and felt flushed. "The boys in your class grew up on a farm and don't understand a lot of things yet. The boys at college won't be the same." His eyes finally made it up to her face. "Do you know what I am trying to say?" He was nervous about this conversation, Julie could tell. She liked seeing him vulnerable like this. It was a soft side that her muscular dad didn't show often. She tried to imagine that she was actually Stephanie right now and that the man she had a crush on was about to explain the birds and the bees. "No, what are you trying to say?" "Most guys, well, all guys eventually, only have one thing on their mind when they are around a beautiful girl." He paused, figuring that she had to know where he was going now. "What's that?" Charles sighed as he wiped a drip of sweat from his forehead. She was going to make him go through with it, wasn't she? "Guys only want to know what a girl looks like naked. They will say anything or do anything to get under your shirt, and they usually aren't the same afterward." "All guys aren't like that," she argued. "Yes, they are all like that," he stated, chuckling as he did. "Are you like that?" What? Had she just asked him that? His eyes again went where they shouldn't as he tried to lie. "Well, not right now, I mean, I don't . . ." "I mean with mom," Julie was quick to say, though that hadn't been what she meant. The more she looked at him, the more she was beginning to see what Stephanie had talked about. "Well, I guess, but that is kind of what I wanted to talk about. A true gentleman will still have those thoughts and desires, but he will allow other feelings of affection and love override them until the correct time to release those desires." "You mean once you are married," Julie clarified. "Right," Charles breathed a sigh. "A true gentleman will wait until you are married or at least until you are ready too. If a man tries to force himself on you or pressures you to have sex with him, then he doesn't really love you, he is just letting his desires get the best of him." "So you don't have those problems anymore because you are with mom?" "Right," Charles couldn't believe it was almost over. "So you don't desire to see any other women naked?" "Well . . . I . . ." the hesitation killed him. "I mean I've seen you look at Stephanie before, and I've noticed how you've looked at me recently. I don't know how to think about it though. I mean if all guys are like that, then I guess I will live with it, but how will I know which guys like me and which ones just like my body. And when I find the right one, what do I do about it. I mean I've never seen a guy's penis before, I mean not really, and I don't know what to do and . . ." "Whoa," Charles said, holding his hand out, fearing she might start crying soon. But at the same time, he didn't know where to jump into her rant to comment. "Are there guys who don't look at other women once they find the one they want?" "I . . . don't . . . know . . ." "Meaning you still look at girls sometimes?" "I love your mother very much." "I know that, Dad, but like you said, all guys are like that, and just because you love someone, doesn't mean you think all the other women are now ugly." "You are very right," Charles stumbled, wondering how this conversation had gotten derailed so badly. "So if every guy wants to see girls naked, but there are only a couple guys that truly like the girl, why not give the guys what they want, but only go all the way with the right one." "What do you mean?" "Take you for example," Julie started, gaining courage by the minute. "You aren't that much older than me or my friends, and when we parade in front of you in bikinis it must be tough not to look. It's not like you want to have sex with us, but you look because of that desire all guys have. So what if you did see us naked. It would satisfy your desire, and you wouldn't have to keep looking. It must be torturous for you." "I don't think that is what I am talking about," he said, but his eyes betrayed him as he stared at her chest through her sweater. "I'm glad we are having this talk," Julie said, "but I want us to be honest with each other. Do you want to see me naked?" "This isn't appropriate." "My real father changed my diaper and gave me baths. Yes I was young, but it created a familiarity between us that allowed him to occasionally see me in my underwear later and it was okay. We don't have that kind of familiarity. Do you want to see me naked?" "Julie, we shouldn't be talking like this." "That's not an answer," Julie said, and without warning, she reached down to the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion. Charles did nothing other than stare. She was wearing a bra, of course, which showed no more than a bikini would, but Charles stared none-the-less. Still, according to her earlier comment that he wanted to see her naked, this only got him a little closer. When it looked like he might begin to protest, Julie reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She shrugged it off her shoulders so it fell in her lap. Charles' eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was a full C, if not more, and her breasts were just as upright as when they had been in her bra. This must have been what Beth had looked like when she was 18, but after breast-feeding two kids, hers were more elongated, and the nipples and areolas were stretched out. Julie had perfect tiny nipples that stood proud in the cool air. "See," she replied, barely containing a giggle at Charles' reaction. "That isn't so hard." As her eyes moved down his body she saw that IT actually was very hard. "Julie, put your sweater back on!" Charles finally found his voice, but he could see she was distracted. He looked down and saw that his slacks were doing a poor job of restraining him. He dropped his arms suddenly and tried to cross his legs. "What does it look like when it is hard?" Julie asked innocently. "This has gone too far," Charles said and started to get up. Julie slipped from her chair quickly and knelt before her step-dad, her tiny erect nipples nearly touching his knees as she held him down gently with her hands on his thighs. "This is not what I intended." "You wanted to talk to me about sex. You wanted to teach me what I should expect in college. Well, I expect that eventually I will have opportunity to handle someone's erection, whether on my wedding night or before. I would at least like to know what one look's like. All I've seen have been cartoon drawings in a textbook." Charles fought his inner turmoil, but melted as he looked down at his pleading daughter, her ample breasts showing clearly at his knees. He thought back to when his father had this discussion with him. It ended with Charles getting a couple Playboy magazines. While he had videos in the master bedroom under the bed that showed cocks and how they worked, he didn't feel comfortable admitting to his daughter that he had them. "I will show you," he finally said, "but you have to sit back in your chair." She did so with a smile on her face, her bare breasts bouncing as she moved. Charles' eyes glanced down at the low-rise jeans that hugged her slender hips, wondering if he would get a chance to see more. He blinked away that fantasy as it came into his mind, knowing he was going too far already. Slowly, he reached down to his fly and undid the front of his pants. He easily worked his erection through the fly of his boxers until about half of it poked through. He heard Julie breath in sharply and looked up at her. Her right hand was at her mouth, pressing her breast together and against her body. The great view sent a shudder through him and his cock peaked out a bit more. "How long is it?" she asked. Charles sighed, but figured he had already gone this far. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. "Oh, my," Julie replied to the full 8 inches. She had both arms up now, her fingers splayed against her cheek as her forearms pressed against her breasts. Charles felt another shudder go through him, but this time felt moisture on his dick. He looked down in horror to see a drop of pre-cum oozing out. He quickly reached to the center of the table for a napkin and covered his crotch. "No, no, what was that?" Julie cried. "What did it do?" Didn't they teach these kids anything in school anymore? But as Charles thought about it, he figured there probably weren't too many high school lectures on pre-cum. "It is pre-cum. It lubricates the passage before sex." "It produces a lot more during sex, though, right?" "Yes, it does." Charles pulled the napkin back so she could see it again. "Can you show me?" Charles knew he had already crossed the line, but the real first hand knowledge of the male body he was giving Julie couldn't be denied either. Truth be known, he wanted desperately to jerk off right now. It had been far too long. Without answering verbally, he began to stroke himself as he sat in the chair. With his left hand he splayed the napkin out on his thighs. Julie watched intently, and the almost clinical way in which she examined the process, helped to take a bit of the eroticism out of it. That soon had a negative impact, though, as Charles felt his libido begin to fall. "Play with your breasts," he heard himself say before he could check it. Julie complied, squeezing each breast in her hands and rolling her small nipples between her fingers. Charles stiffened right back up, and felt the orgasm building. She smashed her tits against her body and rolled them around. Finally she lifted one breast up to lick her nipple and Charles lost it. "Uh, uh, ungh!" His white fountain arched nearly two feet straight up in the air and then landed on the napkin in front of him. He angled his cock forward after the initial burst and then soaked the napkin with two more thick streams before it was over. "Oh, my," Julie gasped. She maintained the hold on her breasts, as if she were on a ride and gripping to stay on. Charles couldn't help but smirk at the several ounces he had deposited on the napkin. It usually wasn't that much, but it had been a week. "That was a lot." Charles didn't tell her the truth and just spent a couple seconds squeezing the last of it out. He lifted the suddenly heavy napkin up and waddled back into the kitchen to throw it away. Before he went back to the dining room table, he pulled his pants up and zipped them. "I think that is enough of a lesson for today," he said when he walked back in front of his topless daughter. She was still clutching at her breasts, rubbing and playing with them as her eyes stared absently ahead. "What is it?" "What does it feel like? I mean an orgasm. What does it feel like?" "It's hard to explain, but I know it is different for men and women. I think you should ask your mother." Julie seemed to wake up from her trance, her hands falling to her lap and her eyes riveted back on her step-dad. "Never. I don't think I could talk about these things with her. I'd be too embarrassed. I feel more comfortable talking about it with you. You are as much my friend as my father." "Well, I can't tell you what it feels like for a woman to have an orgasm, because I am not a woman. Haven't you masturbated before?" Julie shrugged. "I don't know how?" "Have you played with yourself at all?" "Not really. Is that normal?" Charles didn't know the stats for how often girls masturbated, but he didn't want her to feel like a freak or anything. It was probably going to be a topic of conversation among the girls at college, and he would be surprised if her roommates didn't bring vibrators or dildos into the room. A Stepdaughter's Sex Lesson "You want me to show you how to masturbate?" he asked, not sure what he wanted the answer to be. Julie just nodded her head. Charles sat back down and swallowed hard. This would be interesting. He looked up and down at his innocent daughter, her perfect skin and curves ending at her tight jeans, beneath which they were about to explore. He obviously wanted to see her naked. Any warm-blooded male who was not her biological father would. And he knew that he was not going to take advantage of her. If she was going to learn this from anyone, it might as well be him. "You need to take your jeans off." Julie didn't hesitate. She stood up from her chair, undid the button at her waist and shimmied the jeans down to the floor. Charles looked intently at her small white panties. She was a natural blonde, but her hair was still dark enough to show through. She didn't need to be told to take them off as well, and was soon standing naked in front of her step-dad. Charles took a moment to really look at her, not just as a sexual person, but as a young woman about to enter the world. She was beautiful. If anything, she was too thin. Her hips hadn't filled out as much as her chest, and her butt was flat, but she was still stunning. Beth had more curves below, but she had also given birth twice. It was still a month or so until swimsuit season, and her shaving had been neglected over the winter, but he doubted she trimmed her bush very short anyway. She didn't strike him as the type that would. Now her friend Stephanie . . . "What next?" she asked, pulling Charles from his thoughts. "Sit down," he said, trying hard not to make his voice crack. She obeyed. "Reach down with your right hand and find your clitoris. That's good . . . find the nub and move it around in circles with your middle finger." He watched as she explored her sex for what she said was the first time. She bit her lip, but it looked like it was more out of nervousness than pleasure. "Slide your fingers further down to your vagina." "It's very wet," she explained. "It should be. Dip a few fingers inside yourself and stroke back and forth. Good . . . now pull that moisture back up to your clit and continue to roll it around." With the lubricant, the sensation from playing with herself increased tenfold, and now Charles could see her arch her back slightly and her upper lip peeled back as she bit harder on her lower lip, turning it white. Charles watched for the next 30 seconds as her fingers moved clumsily trying to capture the engorged nub between her legs, but it slipped away each time she applied pressure. "Use your left hand to spread the skin around your clit," he instructed. She sent her other hand down, squeezing her breasts together with her arms so that her proud nipples nearly touched. Below, with the loose skin above her pussy pulled taut by her other hand, her clit stood still in the center. She flipped it with her fingers like plucking a string, and it produced beautiful music as she started to moan. She didn't need to be told to dip back to her honey pot every minute or so, and soon her hips were rolling and her breathing getting heavy. Each time she put her fingers inside her she spent more and more time thrusting in and out, stretching herself with all four fingers. Her thumb angled back up to her clit, and she found that it brushed against her with each down stroke. Charles felt himself getting hard again despite his own orgasm, and was intrigued to see the orgasm build on Julie's face in the same manner that it did in her mother. Her breathing became very staccato in rhythm with the activity below her legs. Her eyes began to roll back in her head as her shoulders arched back against the chair. Without warning, her breathing suddenly stopped, and she seemed frozen in time for a couple seconds before her hips leaped from the chair and she let go her breath. A loud moan escaped her lips, and she thrust her hand deep inside her to ride out the orgasm. Charles was fully hard again by the time it was done, and his eyes roamed the young body before him as she slumped in her chair, exhausted. Eventually she smiled, and looked back at her teacher. "That was incredible." Her eyes had difficulty focusing on anything, but when she saw that the bulge had returned she sat up a little straighter. "Are you hard again?" Charles smiled at her. "You put on quite a show." "I didn't get to touch it before," she lamented. Charles froze. They hadn't touched each other at all so far, and he swore to himself for his wife's sake, that he would not touch her daughter. She saw his hesitation and put on a pleading face. "I just want to touch it. It looks soft, but I know it must be hard." "You can only touch it with your hands," Charles said and stood up to undo his pants again. He took the short step over to the seated teenager, and offered his stiff penis to her. Julie reached up slowly, touching the head, and pushing on the spongy tissue until she felt the stiff inner core. Her fingers stretched to encircle it and she gently rubbed it up and down. "Weird," she said under her breath. Charles' whole body began to tremble. He wanted desperately to shove his cock into her gaping mouth only a few inches away, but he fought the urge by thinking of his wife. Despite his earlier ejaculation, he still had a ton of pent up sexual frustration, and he would be begging his wife for sex tonight. Julie had been feeling him for about a minute when Charles very slowly pulled away. Julie reluctantly lowered her hand and looked up at him. "I would have never imagined that it would feel like that, thank you." Charles struggled to stuff his throbbing dick back in his pants, and eventually was able to zip back up. He glanced at his watch and was shocked by how much time had passed. "Your friend will be here soon," he said. Julie stopped staring at the tent in his pants long enough to look at the clock on the wall and agreed. "I need to take a shower," she said, getting up from the chair and crouching to gather her clothes. "Can you answer the door when she gets her and tell her to go up to my room?" "I can do that," he said, checking out her ass as she bent over to get her shoes. "Julie," his voice was suddenly serious. "I'm glad we had this talk and that you have learned some things, but you should not tell anyone what we did." She laughed at him with her clothes bundled in her arms. "I'm not stupid, Dad." With that she bounded passed him and headed to the stairs. He watched her small butt jiggle as she ran and sighed. This little "talk" had done little to quell his sexual frustration. He felt like going to his room and digging through the videos under his bed to find something in his teen collection that would remind him of Julie. Or even better, Stephanie. Beth knew about the videos, and they had watched a few together. She tolerated their existence and occasionally asked for some, but she didn't know how many of them were girl-on-girl or teen related. Many were copies and unlabeled, but Charles knew them all. The water for the shower went on upstairs a few minutes later, and Charles sat down to watch TV in the living room for ten minutes before the door rang. Julie was predictably still in the shower, and Charles got up to get the door. Stephanie smiled as her friend's dad opened the door. "Hi, Mr. Miner." "Hello, Stephanie." Charles' boner had finally calmed down as he had watched TV, but the sight of Stephanie in her minimal tank-top that was a few inches short of touching the tops of her jeans and the barely visible red straps over her hips that indicated a thong, made his groin begin to stir again. He tried to keep his eyes up, but failed miserably. Stephanie was a full woman. It was hard to think of her as only 18. She was several inches taller than Julie, almost as tall as Charles, with brown hair and blue eyes. She had only slightly smaller breasts, but they were more in proportion with her wider hips, bubble butt, and extremely long and shapely legs. "Julie's in the shower. She said you could wait in her room." "Thanks," she said, noticing him checking her out and returning the favor. She stepped past him, making sure her breast rubbed against his arm and then scurried up the stairs. Charles turned to watch her ass sway as she climbed and then retreated to the master bedroom. Upstairs, Stephanie waited another five minutes before Julie turned off the shower. Another five minutes later and the young woman came into her bedroom with pink pajama pants and white t-shirt. She ran into the room and jumped on her bed. Julie could see the glow in her friend's eyes and knew there was a story behind them. "You will never guess what happened before you showed up!" she exclaimed. *** Charles had waited for his daughter to get out of the shower, and then took one himself. He realized he probably didn't have to wait, because they wouldn't be competing for hot water. He needed a cold shower to bring him back to his senses. All he could think about were the girls upstairs, and wondered if they ever fooled around with each other. It was hard for him to think about Stephanie being as naïve as Julie was. That girl carried herself with a certain air of confidence that let everyone know she knew what was what. Despite the cold shower, Charles was still sporting a stiffy when he got out. He put on a pair of boxers to sleep in, and laughed at how silly they looked with his dick pitched inside. He realized it wasn't going away without another jerk session. It wouldn't satisfy his desire to stick his dick in a young pussy, but it would at least calm him down until Beth got home. And she had a good enough body that he could imagine her to be anyone he wanted, and often did. The well-worn cardboard box under the bed was hidden beneath the dust ruffle and behind some luggage. The disk he wanted was a blank looking CD with the letters "T G ON G," which stood for "Teen Girl on Girl." At least that is what he thought he remembered it to mean. After putting it in the DVD and flipping on the TV that hung on the wall opposite the foot of their bed, he confirmed that his memory was good. There were several scenes with different girls, and he started watching the first one, sitting on the end of his bed, with one hand in his lap and the other on the remote. *** Stephanie was flushed when Julie finished her story. They were both sitting on her bed cross-legged. Julie had used her hands to tell the story while Stephanie's remained in her lap. The brunette could see the excitement of her friend as she detailed her sexual experience as her nipples woke up beneath her t-shirt. "How I would have loved to be you!" Stephanie said. "You even got to touch it." Julie laughed. "Actually, I got the courage to go through with it all by imagining that I was you." Stephanie was too aroused to laugh. She felt her body come alive with arousal as well. It wasn't as obvious as Julie, as the taller girl was wearing a bra, but by the action of her fists rolling around in her lap, anyone could see what was on her mind. "He didn't touch you, though, right?" "He didn't lay a finger," Julie said. "I don't think he ever will. He respects our relationship too much." "He must be crawling up the wall right now, then," Stephanie said. "You gave that kind of show and he never got to touch you. And from as busy as you've told me your mom is, he must not be getting a whole lot of action. But you are right, he'd never touch you." Both girls were thinking it, but neither wanted to say it: He would touch Stephanie. "When is your mom getting home?" Stephanie asked. Julie glanced at the clock by her bed. "Not for another two hours." Stephanie grinned. "Do you want to go down stairs to see what he's up to?" Julie answered by getting off the bed and moving to the door. The two girls crept quietly down the stairs and around the hall to the master bedroom. In Charles' current state, his mind was a mess, and he hadn't closed his door all the way. The girls could hear the female moaning from inside and wondered for a second if he had gotten so desperate that he had called someone over. Stephanie was the bold one, and she slowly pushed the door open to look inside. Charles' back was to the door and she could see the flat screen TV easily. She smiled at the girl on girl porn on the screen, not missing the ages or hair colors of the girls (blonde like Julie and brown like her). He was definitely thinking about them. The door opened quietly, and even if there had been a squeak, the sound from the TV would have masked it. Julie hadn't seen a video like this before and would have never guessed that her father had anything like it. Stephanie knew better and her eyes were focused on the man at the end of the bed. She saw a hand was in his lap, but there was very little arm movement. She knew that if she moved far enough in to see what he was doing, she would be seen as well. So unless she and Julie were just going to turn around and go back upstairs, she might as well announce herself. "Need any help?" Charles leaped off the end of the bed, nearly hit his head on the ceiling. "What the . . ." He turned to see the two girls. Julie was still by the door, her eyes fixed on the screen. Stephanie was barely ten feet way from him. He had dropped the remote and his dick. His erection was sticking out of the fly of his boxers pointing right at Stephanie. Her eyes fixated on it, but also took time to roam up his naked torso and shocked expression. A million thoughts went through his mind, but the only one that mattered was that his fantasy was about to come true. Stephanie knew her job and she walked up to the nearly naked man and knelt before him. Charles didn't move or say anything. He just stood there as the sexy 18-year-old reached her hands to his cock and began to stroke it. She knew what she was doing, which didn't surprise Charles, but he hadn't thought she would be as good as she was. She didn't waste too much time with her fingers and soon had her lips around his swollen head. She looked up at him, her smile obvious even though her mouth was full. He still wore his boxers and she took him deep enough for her nose brush against his waistband. It felt incredible, and Charles found it difficult to keep his balance. He grabbed onto her bobbing head for balance as much as anything else, but soon found himself guiding her mouth back and forth over his throbbing dick. His eyes rolled back in his head, but not before he saw his daughter sitting in a reading chair along the wall. She had one hand in her pajama pants with the other up under her shirt. Her eyes went from Stephanie to the screen above her, trying hard not to meet the eyes of her dad. Charles felt like he should be able to last a long time, since he had recently orgasmed, but Stephanie was good, and when he thought he might be a minute away, his hands moved to her shoulders and held her at bay. Stephanie was worried he might be calling it quits, but the grip on her shoulders pulled up slightly, and she obeyed by getting to her feet. The tall brunette found her mouth only an inch offset from the strong man before her, and they met in a fierce mutual kiss. Their tongues fenced while his hands slid down her shoulders and along her hourglass figure until they dropped to her hips and then moved to grab her ass. She squeaked from the hard squeeze, but kept her mouth engaged with his. His hands slid up this time but didn't stay on top of her clothes. Charles' fingers pried beneath the white tank top, and his palms were flat against her ribcage as he pulled the top up. He palmed her breasts though her bra briefly before pulling the top completely off, their kissing interrupted for only a second. He tossed the top aside and moved his hands back to her waist, this time undoing the buttons on her jeans. Their lips parted again, this time for several seconds, as he pulled down her pants to reveal the red thong he had guessed at earlier. He trailed kisses down her body and then back up till he was at her mouth again. There was a hunger and a passion there that Charles couldn't remember with his wife. It was a hunger that had been gnawing at him secretly since last summer when he had watched this girl prance around the beach. His hands were on her ass again, not to squeeze, but to pick her up. Stephanie wrapped her legs around him, her hands clinging to his muscled torso. The pair moved over to the edge of the bed, and Charles sat down with the girl on his lap. She was higher now, and their lips parted as his face nestled between her breasts. With one skilled hand, he reached around to undo the clasp in the back. Her bra fell to the floor and soon Charles was feasting on her perfectly round tits. His hands were on her bare ass, while she ground her barely covered pussy into the steel pipe he kept in his lap. Julie watched her friend ride her step-dad in awe. She no longer glanced up at the screen, which had changed scenes to two bleached blondes with fake breasts. Her hand was busy between her legs, and she felt it cramping from having to push against her tight panties. A few seconds later, she was naked from the waist down, rubbing her clit and wet pussy while she watched Charles work Stephanie over. The older man sucked hard at each breast, as she arched her back for him, trying in vain to pull them out of shape, while knowing that the young flesh was still tight. His hands reached down underneath her, fingering her asshole as she ground her pussy into his dick. She was moaning loudly now, and he knew she wanted desperately to fuck him. He wanted it too; he just needed to be sure. He pushed her back so she sat near his knees, giving them an angle to bring their faces back together. "I need you inside me," she said gasping. That answered that. "I have condoms in the nightstand next to the bed," he replied. She wasn't happy about that, but understood the rules. She slid back, reaching her feet to the floor and then standing briefly before him in only a thong to give him a full view of her. Stephanie noticed Julie for the first time rubbing herself off on the side of the room and smiled at her. Charles just collapsed backwards on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the moans from both his daughter and the women on the TV were interrupted by the sliding open of his nightstand. He remembered only when he heard Stephanie chuckled what else was in that drawer, but didn't feel like doing anything about it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Stephanie toss something to his daughter, and a second later when a buzzing sound filled the room, he knew Julie was trying out her mother's vibrator. Charles sat back up as Julie walked to the edge of the bed holding a square piece of foil in her hand. She put it on the bed and leaned her breasts into his face as she reached for the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips for her, and she pulled them off. Charles leaned back on his elbows as he watched the girl expertly rip the package open and the roll the latex onto his vertical cock. He stayed in that position as Stephanie stood back and gave him a sly grin. She swayed her body to the music from the TV and let her hands roam up her stomach, to her breasts, and then back down. She hooked a thumb under each strap of her thong and teasingly rolled the panties down in the front until he saw her neatly trimmed bush. She held it there for a few seconds and then turned around to pull the vertical strip of fabric out of her ass and to the floor. She bent completely over at the waist with her legs spread to give him a great view of her bare pussy lips and then got up and turned around. Her hips swayed, complimenting the rest of the motion of her naked body as she walked the few steps toward him. Charles scooted back on the bed, as the naked brunette climbed on top of him. She didn't waste any time, positioning her hips over his pole and then lowering herself on. It took a bit of work up and down, but soon her body had completely swallowed his cock and she was riding it hard. A Stepdaughter's Sex Lesson She exhaled sharply to punctuate each thrust, staying vertical so Charles got to see her breasts and hair bounce around. His hands went to her slim waist, helping to guide her motions. After a minute, she fell forward, her hands bracing on the bed on either side of him. Charles picked up the action, hefting up on her hips and lifting his own to slam her from below. "Oh, fuck yes!" she cried. "You're hitting the spot!" Charles appreciated the cheers and slammed even harder, the sound of their slapping flesh filling the room. Stephanie kept crying out, and it was apparently too much for Julie. She was buzzing away on the side of the room, having quickly figured out what the phallic shaped instrument was for. As she listened to her friend fucking her dad, she reached the peak of her own slowly building orgasm. Her body shook and she cried out loudly, her body flopping in the chair for nearly 30 seconds. Charles drove right through the sound of his daughter coming, as Stephanie continued her own vocal prelude to the eventual main event. Charles felt he could last another minute or so, but as Stephanie's cries started to become more urgent, ("Oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . OH FUCK ME!!!") he felt his own orgasm building too. Stephanie suddenly pushed herself back vertical again, reaching down with her hand to rub her clit. Charles' strong hips continued to toss her up and down on his cock, and he watched her mouth open and freeze in position as her body tried to cope with the sudden rush of hormones. Her whole body trembled as the orgasm coursed up and down her spine, her tight breasts looking suddenly fluid as they jiggled on her chest. Eventually breath made it from her lungs to her mouth and she cried out in an inaudible shriek. Her hands found the center of his chest in front of her as she braced her body against the spasms that continued in her hips. Charles gritted hard against his own impending orgasm as he rode out the storm, and as Stephanie began to regain her motor skills, she saw the strain on his face. "No, you fucker, don't fight it. Cum hard inside me!" Charles had no defense against that, and his body convulsed heavily, filling the condom he wore. Stephanie seemed to suddenly remember that he was wearing protection, and pulled herself off him. He only had a few spurts this soon after his previous orgasm, so he was done by the time she pulled the condom off him, but there was still cum left in the pipe as she worked it up with her hands and leaned in to suck it off his tip. She brought him down gently, licking and rubbing until he started to soften. Charles tried to watch her work, but his body was suddenly weak, and he couldn't hold his head up. He stared at the ceiling as Stephanie continued to play with his dick for the next few minutes. Julie eventually walked to the side of the bed. She had put her panties back on, but was too warm for the pants. She watched Stephanie play, in awe at how soft it now was. She had also watched in awe at Stephanie's intense orgasm. She imagined it felt different with a cock inside. She suddenly couldn't wait to go to college. "You girls should go back upstairs," Charles said finally. Stephanie was alternating sucking on his dick and his balls and looked up from between his legs. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I think we are done for now." "For now?" Julie said. "Yes," he said, turning his head to look at his daughter. "For now. I think you have learned enough for one night." He pushed himself up and looked hard at Stephanie. She gave him a scolded puppy dog look, as if she could go on playing with him all night. He raised his eyebrows at her and she obeyed by pulling away. He kept his eyes on her as she slowly stood up. She knew it, and swayed her hips for him. Eventually she gathered her clothes, but only put her thong back on. "Good bye . . . Chuck," Stephanie said as she led Julie out of the room. Charles let out a sigh once they were gone, his mind trying not to think about what they might continue to do upstairs. All he knew was he needed another cold shower. The END