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Stepdad

By: jessy19



This is my first and every father/daughter story so please be gentle. I usually write bro/sis stuff but figured I'd give this a try. I tried to make it as different as I could from all the other father/daughter stories I'd ever wrote. Hope you enjoy

*

I hated Steve from the first day I met him. I remember it clearly, even though I was only seven years old at the time. My mom had just divorced my dad and I felt so alone. I felt that she had dumped daddy to be with Steve. I had always felt that way. 

Growing up my anger towards Steve grew stronger. I knew the only thing I was upset about was my parents splitting up. Even though Steve was the best father a girl could ask for, I always held that grudge against him. 

My mother and I would always get into huge arguments because of Steve. As I became a teenager, things got worse. To my surprise, Steve always stuck around no matter what. My mother couldn't have any more children, and Steve still stuck around. I figured he would have left, but that showed he really cared about my mother and I. When I was 13, he decided to adopt me and claim me as his real daughter. I too was shocked about that. Being the brat that I was and saying so many hateful things to him, he still wanted to adopt me.

"Why does he have to adopt me? I don't want his last name! He's not my father!" I screamed out the day after reading the adoption papers.

My mother looked at me sternly. "Young lady you better be quiet right now! Steve has been very good to you and me both. Now I don't want to hear you complain about him anymore!"

My eyes swelled with tears. "But mom! How could you take his side?"

"Because he takes care of us. He's never hit me, hit you, or been mean to either of us. I wish you would give him a chance Lindsay. He's more of a father than your biological father would ever be."

"That's not true! You never even gave daddy a chance to be my father. You just pushed him away and messed around with Steve! Besides he's like ten years younger than you!"

My mother sighed. "Lindsay that's enough. Steve's only six years younger and that has nothing to do with this conversation. I left your father because he used to beat me. You were too young to remember. Now that's the end of our conversation!"

"When I turn 18, I'm going to live with my real daddy. Steve is just a replacement! I hate him!"

SLAP!

I felt my cheek burn as my mother slapped my face. I held my hand against my face and cried more. I didn't say anything and my mother looked shocked and seemed as if she wanted to apologize but I just ran to my room. 

That day I cried so much thinking my mom didn't love me and that Steve was stealing her away from me and he was the one to have destroyed our family. I didn't understand why my mother wouldn't understand that.

* * *

When I was 15 that's when everything changed. My mother had been on her way to pick me up from school. It was cold, rainy and very wet outside. I waited for over an hour and there was no sign of my mom. I was about to go walking home, but that's when I saw Steve's car pull up. 

"Lindsay, get in. You're mother...she's been in a car accident."

I frowned. "What? What are you talking about?"

"Please get in. It's cold and we need to get to the hospital."

I didn't argue and got in. We drove in silence and I felt my heart racing hoping my mother was ok. 

Once we got to the hospital, we rushed up to see my mother. The doctor was waiting outside and his face looked so sad. Steve held on to my hand as we walked.

"Mr. Sayers?" The doctor asked.

"Yes! That's me. Is she ok? Is Pam ok?"

The doctor took a deep breath. "I'm afraid we lost Pam. She lost so much blood."

My hand trembled and Steve gasped. "No! Please no!"

"I'm very sorry," the doctor said.

"I didn't move. I couldn't. I was numb holding on to Steve's hand. He looked at me with his blue eyes full of tears. "I'm sorry Lindsay. I'm so sorry."

It took a while until finally I felt tears running down my face. I was in shock and couldn't say anything. Steve put his arms around me and I was still stiff with my eyes dazed. It felt like a nightmare and I hoped to wake up and see my mother still there with me, but it was no nightmare. It was so real! My mother! She'd died.

After a long moment of numbness, I pulled away from Steve and he looked at me with sad eyes. His eyes were red from crying and I just looked at him with shock. "My mother! She's gone! Noooo!" I finally shouted.

Steve grabbed me and held me in his arms again. For the first time in my life I hugged him back. We both cried together for a long time.

* * * 

After my mother's death, I went through a big depression. I lost a lot of weight because I wouldn't eat. Most of my afternoons were spent in my room listening to music or drawing. Steve worked afternoons since he was a restaurant manager so I had the house to myself until about ten at night. 

Steve and I didn't talk much. I still felt resentful for him being in my life. I was still convinced in my warped mind that he had been the one to destroy me and my moms relationship. The whole time I thought about my dad. My mother had never talked much about him. She just kept telling me I was too young to remember what a jerk he was. I guess I had been too young. I was only three when they ended their marriage. Ever since then, I had never seen my father. I kept thinking my mother kept me away from him. 

At school, I had become a social outcast. I had lost many friendships because of how withdrawn I had become and didn't care. I had so much hate in me, I could scream! Being with boys had never occurred to me either. I wasn't your typical high school girl that crushed on the cute boys. Instead I just concerted on school work and drawing. 

One night, on his day off, Steve had come up to my room, which had hadn't done in months. I was busy drawing and he gently tapped at my door. I looked over at the door and didn't respond. I was hoping he'd get the idea that I wanted to be alone. Instead, he opened the door. "I should have locked the door," I said to myself.

"Lindsay?"

I looked up from my sketching. "Yeah?"

"I was going to go into town to buy some groceries and was wondering you'd like to come along. Maybe you can pick out some snacks that you like?"

"No thank you," I replied dryly and continued sketching.

I felt him standing at the door for a while. "Um ok. But if there is something bothering you, please let me know. I am your...father and I'd like to help."

I looked up and narrowed my eyes at him. "No Steve, you're not my father, you're my step father."

His eyes grew sad. "Ok then, I'm your step father. I'm really the only family you have left."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "No you're not! I still have my real father, or have you forgotten?"

He sighed and nodded. "Very well then. I'll be back later."

With that, he closed the door and left. I went back to my sketching but felt hot tears running down my face. Was it always going to be like this? 

* * *

At school, things weren't any easier. Being depressed made me lose a lot of my friends. I ate lunch alone and walked from school to home alone as well. I figured it would be like this for the rest of my days in high school. 

It wasn't until my senior year, that I met Delilah. She was in my art class, not because she liked it, but because she needed to take an elective. She was wild, one could tell just by looking at her. 

Her long hair was dyed black and her eyes were covered with heavy makeup and her lips bright red. She was tall, skinny and dressed provocatively. I began to feel comfortable around her for some odd reason, maybe it's because she was an outcast too.

"So listen, we are going riding around tonight, you think you can come?" She asked one day after school.

"Oh I don't know, my step dad sorta wants me home tonight."

She laughed. "Your step dad? Didn't you say you couldn't stand him?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, but-"

"Come on Lindsay, you have to go! There'll be some hot guys!"

"I'm not interested in boys Delilah."

She looked at me with a puzzled face. "You gay or what?"

I laughed. "No, it's just that I'm not very happy right now in my life to be meeting boys."

She eyed me for a moment. "Look, you are already 18. You're not a kid you know."

"I guess I can go."

"Alright then, come on!"

I didn't bother to call or come home that day. Instead, I left with Delilah we went to her house and she let me borrow some of her clothes. I wore a short black skirt and a dark purple low cut top that showed my belly as well. 

"You need to get a naval ring. Guys love that shit," Delilah said to me.

"I've wanted one for a long time." 

"I know this guys who can do it for you. He'll only charge you twenty bucks."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah we can go Monday after school if you want."

"Sure!"

"Now hurry up we got to go pick up the rest of my friends." 

* * *

That night we went over to one of Delilah's friends house. Her name was Kara and she was just as wild as Delilah. She let us in her apartment that she lived in. She was 19 years old and lived with a 24-year-old guy. We sat around for a few minutes waiting for Kara to get ready and then took off in her car. We headed off down by the beach where a group of people waited for us.

"See that guy over there?" Delilah asked pointing towards a tall dark haired guy.

"Yeah?"

"He's the one I want to introduce you to."

I gulped. He was gorgeous but looked dangerous. His hair was jet-black and he wore a lip ring and dark eyeliner under his eyes. Delilah and I hung out until this one guy with long hair came and lured her away.

I stood there crossing my arms and hoping someone would talk to me. I looked around and realized there was plenty of pot smoking going on. The guy Delilah had mentioned stared at me and I kept trying to look away. 

"Hi," I heard the male voice say.

I turned around almost jumping up. He laughed. "H-hi," I stammered.

"What's your name?"

"Lindsay."

"Hi. I'm Chris. So you're friends with Delilah?" He asked holding a joint.

"Yes." My eyes focused on the joint.

"Would you like some?" He asked offering it to me.

"Uh...s-sure."

I took a puff and immediately choked. He eyed me curiously. "You've never smoked pot?"

"Y-yes I have. But a long time ago," I lied.

I could see by the look of his eyes that he didn't believe me. "You want to go for a quick walk?"

"Sure."

We began to walk and he handed the joint to another guy that was nearby. He was silent as so was I. The night was cool and I couldn't keep my hair from flying everywhere. 

"Here let's sit her by the dock," he said.

We sat there in silence once again. I figured he and I had nothing in common. I couldn't believe I was here instead of being at home. I knew Steve would be worried but then again I really didn't care.

"So you are a good girl huh?"

"W-what?" I asked suddenly coming back to reality.

"I asked if you are a good girl."

"Not really." 

"Yeah right. I can tell you are. Are you a virgin Lindsay?"

I was shocked. Never in my life had a guy I just met only minutes ago had ever asked me something so personal. "Excuse me?" 

"I asked if you're still a virgin."

"That's personal," I snapped.

He laughed. "Yeah you're a good girl. A bad girl wouldn't take offense to that question."

I was starting to feel more uncomfortable but I only wanted to fit in. I hadn't talked to a guy in such a long time and now this guy was actually paying attention to me. It felt pretty good.

Chris scooted next to me and I felt him put his arm around me. I didn't move and just let him continue his game. He leaned down and cupped my face making me look at him. His lips met with mine instantly and I pursed my lips at first but then let him slip his tongue in my mouth.

We kissed and then he pulled away and put his hands under my top pinching my nipples. It felt good to a point but then again everything felt so empty. I didn't love this guy, hell I didn't even know him! I knew getting intimate with someone had to have feelings involved and I knew this was not right but I continued to let him fondle me.

His lips trailed down my neck. He began tugging at my top for me to peel it off. I didn't know what to do so I just let him take my top off. Soon enough his mouth was on my nipples licking and sucking on them. I got a tingly feeling between my legs, but it was more of a lustful feeling than a loving one. 

By the time I knew it, Chris had my skirt up to my waist and my panties were off. He got between my legs and shoved a finger inside of me hard. 

"Owww!" I whimpered in pain.

"Shhh, it's going to feel good in a bit," he rasped. His finger began to violate my virgin hole. The pain was slowly going away but still hurt some. Chris took his finger out and licked it. I watched him taste my juices. He smiled wickedly. "Hmmm you taste really good. I know you're a virgin."

I didn't say anything and let him continue. I knew he was going to fuck me. I should have cared, but I didn't. His cock entered me and I screamed out loud. Chris put his hand over my mouth as he began to fuck me, taking my virginity away. 

I had heard sex could be over in 5 minutes but I never believed it, until that night. Chris began moaning and I could feel him twitching inside of me. He didn't wear a condom, but luckily I was on the pill. At that moment though, I knew I didn't want this strange guy's cum inside of me. 

"Pull it out!" I urged him. "I'm not on the pill."

Chris groaned in agony and pulled his cock out shooting his cum all over my belly. I felt the warm liquid hitting my skin and I grossed out. I wanted to leave at that moment. Chris finished and zipped his pants back up. 

"Hmm damn you were so fuckin' tight. I haven't been with a virgin in a long time."

His hands stroked my hair. I grabbed a tissue from my purse and wiped his cum off me. He laughed. "Oops sorry about that, but I though you were on the pill?"

"Well...I'm not," I lied. 

I put my top and panties back on. After fixing my skirt Chris and I headed back with the rest of the group. He went on to talk to other girls but I didn't care. I finally had experienced sex, which was something I had always wanted. Even though it hadn't been what I though it would have been, at least I had gotten sex over with.

* * *

Later that night, Delilah drove me back home. She told me about the guys she had talked to that night. I listened but my mind was somewhere else. 

"So I heard Chris got in your pants huh?" 

I nodded. 

"Well? How was he? I hear he's really good."

I shrugged. "He was OK."

"Just OK? Give me more information Lindsay!"

"It wasn't what I thought it would be."

Delilah laughed. "Of course not. You're first time always sucks. I know mine did."

I turned to her. "But shouldn't it have been a little more satisfying? I mean I didn't really feel satisfied."

"Of course you didn't. It's because you're not used to sex. Once you get used to it, you'll feel the satisfaction."

My eyes turned to look at the dark road. I didn't say anything else.

* * *

Once Delilah dropped me off, my heart sank. Steve's car was in the driveway. I had thought he'd be at work. I walked into the house slowly, hoping he'd be asleep. Instead, he was waiting up for me. He sat on the living room couch narrowing his blue eyes at me.

"And where have you been?"

"Out," I said ignoring him, walking past him.

"Lindsay, come back here. I'm not done talking to you."

I stopped and turned around slowly. Placing my hands on my waist I waited for him to give him is usual lectures. He stood up and walked towards me. I stared up at him, without any fear. He was very tall, but still I wasn't afraid of him.

"Who do you think you are staying out so late without even calling to tell me where you're at?"

I scoffed. "Uh hello? Have you forgotten that I'm 18 years old and I am an adult?"

He frowned. "I know you are but have you forgotten that you are living under my roof so that means you follow my rules?"

I felt my anger rising. "Just leave me alone! Like I say now and I've always said you are not my father! I do as I please!"

He nodded. "Oh but I am your father. Or have you forgotten that I adopted you?"

"Steve, I will never look at you as my father! I have a real father and you know what? I'm leaving tonight and I'm going to go look for him. He'll take me in."

Steve kept a stern face. "We'll see about that Lindsay. Go on. Go look for him."

"I will!" I screamed and stormed off to my room to get my things.

I quickly packed some clothes into my school backpack and ran out the house. Once I walked a few blocks, I came upon a gas station and used the payphone to call Delilah on her cellular phone. Luckily she said she would give me a ride to my father's house. 

My father lived two hours away. I knew his address because my mom had it in her phone book. She said she had tried to contact him several times but he never replied. I always thought that was a bunch of bullshit. 

* * *

The sun was rising by the time we got to where my father lived. He lived in a small house out in the middle of nowhere practically. I got off the car and Delilah waited for me. I asked her to wait until I gave her the signal for her to go ahead and leave. 

As I walked to the house, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and tried to keep my hands from trembling. It'd been years since I'd seen my father. I rang the doorbell once but there was no answer. I waited a few seconds and rang it again. Suddenly, I heard a female voice. 

"Alright quit ringing, I'm coming!" 

The door opened and a tall blonde woman stood at the door. "Yes?"

I looked puzzled. "Uh, yes is Martin Larson here?" I asked slowly.

She eyed me curiously. "Yes. Why? Who are you?"

"I-I'm his...I'm his daughter."

She raised a brow. "Oh my goodness. Hold on."

She closed the door and I turned to look at Delilah. I gave her the signal to keep waiting. A few minutes later, I heard the door open again. My jaw dropped when I saw my father. He didn't look like the man I remembered. He looked like he hadn't shaved in days and he carried a strong smell of liquor. His hair was a bit long and messy filled with gray strands.

"Dad?" I asked.

"W-who are you?" He slurred.

"It's me. Lindsay. You're daughter."

I smiled but my smile faded when I saw a blank expression in his face. "Who?"

"Lindsay!"

"Oh, yes, Lindsay. How are you?"

I stood there, my eyes filling with tears. I didn't want to even hug him anymore. "I'm fine. Dad, can I come live with you. My step father is not very good to me."

He rolled his eyes. "Lindsay, I can't take you in. I have enough problems right now."

Tears ran down my face. "You don't want me here with you?"

Then the blonde woman came to the door. "Honey, your father and I have a new life together. We can't take anyone in right now."

"Shut up! I'm asking my father not you!" I yelled at the woman.

My father frowned. "Now listen here girl, she's my wife so you don't talk to her that way."

I was shocked. My own flesh and blood did not want me! I stood for a moment, speechless and turned around. I ran back to the car with tears streaming down my face. 

Once in the car Delilah stared at me as she started the car. "What happened Lindsay? Are you OK?"

"Just take me home," I sobbed.

* * *

Once Delilah dropped me off back home, I was relieved to see Steve's car was still in the driveway. I felt shame and knew he hated me for the way I had talked to him earlier that day. I had to forget my pride and apologize to him.

I walked in the door; surprised that Steve had not locked me out. He was in the kitchen reading the newspaper and sipping on some coffee. He looked up at me then went back to reading the paper. 


Stepdad Derek and CeCe



The sun shined through my white curtains. I squinted as I stretched. I looked up to see my step dad Derek standing there. I nearly jumped out of my skin!

"Jesus! Derek you nearly gave me a heart attack." My hand was now over my heart, but Derek just stared at me. Until he cleared his voice but he sounded hoarse.

"Umm, your mom, umm, she made breakfast, and I, ummm, woke you." he nodded and quickly turned around. I don't get why he's being so weird. I looked down and saw that my basketball shorts rode up, and it looked like I was wearing nothing but underwear so all of my skinny tan legs were showing. My blank tank top was pulled down so you could see the top edges of my dark blue 36C bra. I quickly adjusted everything, now understanding why he was acting weird and stood up. I brushed out my long brown hair in the mirror that was too short for my 5' 7" height. I wiped off any extra mascara that was under eyes that I guess I missed last night and walked downstairs.

"Heyo MaMa!" I nearly sang smelling the bacon she must have made. I saw eggs on the stove and an empty biscuit can on the counter. Yummy! I can see where I get my beauty from, but she had bigger boobs than me due to 3000 thousand dollars wasted, but my height and hair color came from my dad. I lost my dad in a car crash 3 years earlier, then my mom married Derek a few months ago. Derek is tall, about 5 inches taller than me, he has jet black hair, and a good build. He has little bit of a gut but the muscle mass everywhere else makes up for it. Derek is the outdoorsy type that likes hunting and fishing and doesn't mind getting down and dirty, but my mom on the other hand is the complete opposite. Derek is a cowboy basically, because he's always outside and whenever he has extra time he's riding our horses. I am outdoorsy, like Derek, because of my dad so that's what I'm used to.

"Hey CeCe. How did you sleep?" I smiled and looked at Derek, who was already staring at me. 

"Great thanks! Breakfast smells so good!" Derek looked away once I looked at him, but when I turned away I sensed he was staring at me again. I wish he would stop doing that. 

"It will be ready in...two...seconds." she turned around and smiled at me.

I was super happy today because tomorrow is my 18th birthday! But my friends are doing something with me today because most of them are two busy tomorrow on my actual birthday, tomorrow. My mom turned around with two plates in her hands and handed one to me, the other to Derek.

"Thanks Ma!" I stood up from the stool I was sitting on and went to the table. Derek followed me and sat across the table from me. Mom joined us at the table and we started eating. I didn't want to eat too much bacon and biscuits as if I'm a teenager and need to keep my weight under control for obvious reasons. I ate half of what I was given and thanked my mom. I ran up the stairs and took a quick shower. When I got out I got dressed and started to walk downstairs when I saw Derek push my mom up against the counter and start to make out with her. His hand slid up her shirt and I turned away before I saw anything else. I had to get ready to go with my friends!

~~~~~ 

I really needed a drink. My friends took me to a nice restaurant and offered to pay, but I said I'm going to pay for any drinks. The restaurant didn't even check to see if I was 21, they just gave me the drinks. I was happy that it was busy that hour. My friends kept saying I should be drinking but I felt like I needed it for some reason. We finished our lunch and went over to my friend Jaime's house. Her mom has always liked me. We started talking about each other's families until Sara, my other friend, said she thought Mickaylas brother was cute, then we started talking about who was cute. I don't remember how, but it soon escalated to our dads till we got to my Stepdad.

"Okay CeCe, you gotta admit that your stepdad is pretty hot! I mean, have you seen his arms? Like Damn!" I didn't want to answer because I honestly have thought about him like that, but I wasn't going to admit it. And it's not like I, or him, would do anything, not like he'd want to. "CeCe? Are you listening?" I snapped my head up and nodded with a smile. They all smiled at me and we finally changed subjects.

~~~~~

I got home at about 7 and mom and Derek were watching TV. I walked into the room and the first person I saw was Derek. He was shirtless, and he was wearing sweat pants. I couldn't help but kind of check him out. He looked at me and smiled. We must be cool now that I'm wearing jeans and a jacket so no skin is showing. But I still couldn't help but look at his green eyes and perfectly perfect smile. Damn. I waved to mom and I turned around to head upstairs. I was already heated from either today, and thinking about him seeing me in pretty much nothing but my underwear and a tank top that showed off my bra, and now seeing him shirtless. I closed my door and sat down on my bed. I took off my jacket and laid down on my bed. I honestly wanted to give myself to Derek. I'm still a virgin, just because I want to wait for the right guy that won't hurt me, or fuck me then leave. You know? But I know that Derek won't hurt me and he kinda can't leave.

I slowly took my pants off and slipped my hand into my underwear and slowly started rubbing my clit. I thought about him standing over me, his weight keeping me down, slipping his cock into my pussy slowly in and out. I speed up as I imagine he would and slip a finger into me. I want him in me, but I know I shouldn't do anything about it. I heard a faint knock on the door and I couldn't help but jump. 

"I'm umm, changing hold on!" I quickly grab my sweat pants and through them on. I opened my door and tried to control my breathing sense I was so close to cumming.

"Oh. Um. Hi Derek. Whatcha need?" I smiled and almost got my breath under control. 

"Your mom needed you for something." He pointed behind him and let me walk by.

"Thanks." I walked downstairs not knowing what she needed. "Whatcha need mama?" I sat on the couch across from her. 

"Nothing bad. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to a dinner tomorrow for your birthday." she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Yea sure."

"Okay where?"

"I don't know, surprise me!" I through my hands up and stood to get some water.

"Okay, I will." she laughs and I take my glass of water upstairs. Derek walks down past me and he looks flushed, which is weird. But I don't care to ask why. I take out college applications and start to fill some out till it's almost 11 o'clock. It's better to be safe than sorry, right?

~~~~ 

I woke up to a loud air horn in my ear and Derek screaming happy birthday. 

"OH MY GOD! CAN YOU NOT!?!?" I yell at him and through a pillow randomly behind me, but he doesn't stop. "UHGGGGGG!" I stand up, my vision still blurry, and grab the air horn from him. 

"Hey! That's mine!" he groans and tries to take it back but I raise my knee and hit him in the stomach. 

"Hahaha! I said to stop but you didn't so now it's mine." I flop back down on my bed.

"Okay okay, I'll stop, just give it back. And I hate to say it, but your mom got a call late last night and there was a complication at their work in New York. They had everyone from her team fly out. So you're stuck with me today! And were not just gunna sit around so get dressed lazy ass!" He thought he pillow that I threw at him back to me, hitting me in the head. I groaned and turned back over. "Now!" he laughed and left my room.

I rolled off my bed and stood up. I quickly took a shower and dressed in a short Blue dress and put on black flats. I pinned up the bangs on the left side of my face. I put on a little make up and walked out of my room. I didn't realize it took me almost an hour to get ready. I guess my wanting to look sexy for Derek took longer than I thought. Whoops. 

I saw Derek sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee facing the TV, which made it to where his back was to the stairs. I snuck up behind him and poked his sides. 

"Derek!" I yelled his name the same time I poked him. He jumped a mile in the air and spilled his coffee.

"Jesus motherfucking Christ CeCe!" He screamed gripping his chest, which actually looked quite sexy. I was still laughing and my stomach was starting to hurt. I grabbed my stomach and bent over still laughing.

"You should have seen your face!" He just glared at me and stood up to get napkins. When he walked past me, he shoved my shoulder with his. I stepped back to catch myself but there was a dog ball there, which I slipped on. I fell right on my butt causing my dress to fly up onto my face. I realized I was flashing Derek and I quickly tried to put my dress down. I tried to quickly stand up but ended up slipping again only to be caught by Derek. I loved the feeling of his strong arms around me. 

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. "I kept mumbling and I quickly stood up. I am humiliated. So fucking embarrassed. I tried to run upstairs but he caught my hand. He pulled me to where my back was to his chest and his head was basically in the crook of my neck. I felt him move his head to my ear.

"I should be the one who is sorry. I shouldn't have shoved you..." he was now whispering in my ear. He paused for a minute, "But, I did love the view." I'm honestly shocked he just said that. I wanted to pull away but for some reason I couldn't. I love the feeling of him against me, If only he was naked.

I pulled away and I could feel my cheeks heat up. I ran upstairs and shut my door. I can't believe that just happened. At least he liked what he saw, right? I looked in the mirror, my face is flushed! Dammit. I heard a faint knock on my door, knowing its Derek.

"I'm sorry CeCe, I shouldn't have said that. Please open your door." I want him to take my in his arms right now and just hold me, kiss me, love me. I want him so bad. I walked over and slowly turned the knob, knowing what I was planning on doing is wrong but I wanted it. I swung the door open, making it slam against the wall, just to see Derek with raised eyebrows. I quickly walked up to him, through my arms around his neck, and full out kissed him. He didn't kiss back at first, hopefully surprised by my sudden attack. But I soon felt his lips move in sync with mine. Our lips starting Dancing with each other as I ran my hands down his chest. He rested his hands on my hips until my hands got to his. He locked our hands together, turned and pinned me to the wall all in one swift movement. He slowly slid our hands up the wall until they were above my head. His tongue ran across my lip asking for entrance, which was granted. His tongue tangled with mine and an electric feeling filled throughout me. I pushed my hips forward to grind against his hips. God I wanted him so bad.

"Shit." He quickly pulled away from me leaving me against the wall. "CeCe. I'm sorry. I shouldn't, no, I couldn't take advantage of you." Hess now looking me straight in the eyes. His green eyes looking deep into mine.

"It's not taking advantage of if... if I want it too." I look down at the ground realizing I just admitted that. He took a step towards me and captured my mouth again. 

He stopped kissing me just long enough to ask if I was sure and for me to nod before he captured my mouth again. I pushed my hips against him again, just to have him do the same thing. I could feel him start to get a hard on through his jeans, which really turned me on. He let go of my hands and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me down the hall to his and my mom's room. He dropped me on the bed, not breaking our kiss. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it above his head, sadly breaking our kiss. He sat up, pulling me with him, and helped me pull off my dress. His hands ran up my thighs, then my stomach, and lastly rounded around to my back. His hands rested on the link to my bra, looking at my face for approval before I nodded. I felt the straps slide down my arms and saw Derek look down. Him looking at me made me self-cautious. I started bringing my knees to my chest but he pushed them back down and smiled at me before he leaned in and started kissing me deeply again. My pussy was yearning for him.

I reached for the button on his jeans and started to pull them down. He moved his hips so I could unbutton and unzip them better. I slowly lowered them. I could see his cock making a tent in his pants. His hands made their way to the top of my underwear before he pulled them down, and I stepped out of them. I pulled his down as he pushed me back on the bed. He kissed down my neck until I whimpered at my sweet spot, that only a few people have ever found. I have gotten close to having sex, but I always stop them. He sucked on the spot making me moan until he made a trail down chest, stopping to suck and nibble on each of my breasts. After giving both the same amount attention, he continued down my stomach till he got to my pussy. Running his fingers through my public hair and kissing down as far as he could. He spit on his fingers and ran them along my pussy lips, making me jump at his cold fingers. He lowered his head and ran his tongue up in a circular motion until he found my clit. He sucked on it while he ran his finger along my lips until he pushed on inside me. 

"MMM baby, you're so tight. I've been wanting to do this for so long." He hummed against me, making me moan with all sorts of good feelings. I pushed my hips into his face and ran my fingers through his hair, wanting more. He slipped one more finger into my wet pussy moving in and out faster and sucking harder than before. If he kept this up, I'm going to cum soon.

"Mmmmm uhhhh. I'm cumming." I moaned pushing my hips into him again. He slowed his movements and didn't stop until my body stopped shaking. He licked up all my juiced and made a trail up my stomach again. He took over my mouth and I could taste myself on him. I need him, now. I want to feel his cock in me.

"Mmmm, I need you. Now." I broke our kiss only to have him connect us again.

"Beg baby. I want to hear you." He found the sweet spot on my neck again, and started sucking on it again, but this time even harder.

"MMM Please Derek. Please. I need you, I want you to fuck me please!" I raised my hips to grind against his. I felt his hard cock rub the inside of my thigh and I couldn't help but moan again. 

"What do you want me to do to you?" he switched from my neck to my breast. Sucking hard on it. He bit it making me yelp but it felt so good. 

"I want your cock in my pussy. I want you to fuck me, make love to me. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Please, now." I couldn't do it anymore. I need his cock. He switched breasts and moaned against it as I said that. He stopped sucking on my breast and looked at my face. "Please don't hurt me." I wanted to take the words back right when I said them. But I couldn't help it, I mean, he didn't have the biggest cock ever. It was about 5 or a little less than 6 inches but it was thick and even though I knew he wouldn't hurt me, I still couldn't help but say that.

He just smiled at me, "You know I wouldn't. That's why you chose me to take your cherry...isn't it?" I nodded and he leaned down and kissed me. "Just stay calm and you'll be okay, I promise. We'll take it slow." I nodded and he positioned himself at my opening. He slowly pushed into me. I could feel his fat head stretching me, and I could help but scream. 

"Son of a bitch!" Is all I could get out? He lowered his head to my neck again, to calm me, I think, but with his cock stretching me it wasn't going to be easy. After a second of just his head being in me, he slowly pushed more in. It still hurt a little bit, but the pleasure started taking over. Next thing I knew, he quickly pushed the rest of his cock into me. Taking my cherry, my innocents

"Fuck me Cowboy" He looked up at me and started kissing me again. He pulled out, just to ram his cock back into me. He continued to do this until I reached my climax for the second time. "Holy Fuck." I moaned. He started going faster during my climax. I could've died right there and been happy. I moved my hips to meet his thrusts. With him being on top of me, he could go deep into me. I could hear him grunt sometimes, which turned me on more, if that was even possible. 

"MMMM god damn. ughh harder please! " I begged him. He rammed into me over and over. His body crashing against mine, hitting my clit. I was soon cumming again and moaning over and over. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him as my orgasm passed. I want him to cum in my dripping pussy so bad. He started grunting more and more and I knew he was going to cum soon. 

With his head close to mine, I got close to his ear and whispered, "Baby, I want you to cum in my pussy. Please cum in my pussy." With that he went over the edge. I felt his cum filling me, making me orgasm once again. I gripped the sheets for what seemed like the 100th time today, and let him slowly pump in and out of me as his came over him. I want to do that every day of my life, to be honest. His cock felt so good in my pussy.

"mmmmm. That was the best love making I think I've ever had." he said as he took his head out of the crook in my neck. "CeCe, I hope you know that this wasn't just a fuck. I mean, I love you, more than just as my daughter." He looked into my eyes again. "And I defiantly want to do this again, but only if you do." I felt his cock slip out of me, and I kinda missed it. 

I smiled an exhausted smile, "I love you too, and yes, I defiantly want this to happen again." I kissed him passionately for I don't know how long before I broke it and looked at the clock. "Imma go to the bathroom." I stood up and walked to the door. I could feel him watching me, and again, I got self-cautious. So I quickly ran to the bathroom, feeling his cum run down my thigh. Once in the bathroom, I ran my finger up my leg to collect it, and after a second of debating, I put my cum covered finger in my mouth. It was salty but I liked it. I might have to ask him to cum in my mouth next time. I'm so happy I'm on the pill or I would most likely be screwed right now. I finished, and went back into his room, only to find him not there. That's kinda, shitty, right there. I was about to stamp out and go to my room when I felt something run into me and pin me against the bed. Derek was now on top of me, for the second time today, but sadly he was wearing sweats now.

"We still have dinner plans that we might be on time too, if we get ready now." He lightly kissed my forehead and got off me. "So go get ready." He slapped my butt as I got up and I couldn't help but laugh. I quickly ran to my room and picked out another dress that was even shorter than the one I was wearing before. I quickly took a shower before Derek, knowing he's going to take all the hot water. This time I through on a pair of black High heels to go with my bright green summer dress. I looked in the mirror to see my hair screwed up and a nice new Hickey on my neck. Great. I combed through my hair, fixed it, then got my makeup out to fix my face and hide my Hickey as good as I could. I looked pretty hot, and this dress really shows off my curves. I want to see when Derek is wearing because he looks good in anything he wears. 

I heard a knock on my door so I yell come in, knowing it could only be Derek. "Here. You forgot these in my room." He had my bra and panties hanging on two fingers and winked at me as he through them on my bed. He was wearing a white and gray button up shirt with dark blue jeans and his boots. Holy fuck he looked good. His smile widened as he walked towards me He joined me in the mirror and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "Damn, we look really good together. But man, look at you." His faint country accent was noticeable and I couldn't help but blush." You look adorable when you blush, did you know that?" He kissed both my cheeks, then the top of my head. "Let's go baby doll." He took my hand and almost dragged me out to the car. 




Stepdad Derek and CeCe



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We made it to the restaurant and it was really fancy. I guess he did this cause he was sorry mom couldn't make it, but that's okay now... if you know what I mean. 

"Your table is right over here, and someone will be here shortly to assist you." The waitress showed us to our table and she was so sweet that I think I have a cavity.

"So was this a good choice?" Derek choice to sit on the same side as me, but I'm not complaining. The restaurant was busy but not as busy as I thought for a Saturday night.

"Yes it's perfect." I said giving him a kiss on the cheek forgetting we were in public. "Sorry" I mumble. He just laughs at me

"No one knows us here. It's too far from our little town. We can be whoever we want here" He puts a finger on my chin and turns my head to make me look at him, the kisses me. 

The waitress soon takes our order and brings us our food. The whole time we were waiting, and even while we were eating, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. His hand is now resting a few inches away from my aching pussy and mine the same from his cock, which is starting to make a tent in his pants. The waitress walks by and I ask her if she can watch our table for a minute because I have a problem with my dress and I need help and there's only two of us. She nodded and let us go. Derek was asking what we were doing but I wanted to surprise him. I checked around the bathrooms, and the family bathroom for anyone, but it was empty. I dragged Derek into the family bathroom then locked the door.

"So what's wrong with your dress?" I rolled my eyes and walked closer to him.

"The fact that I'm still wearing it is the problem." I devilishly smile and I think he now gets what I'm getting at because he takes the last step and lifts me up onto him again. We kiss passionately and he leans against the wall. I reach between us and try to unbutton his pants. He moves his hips so I have an easy access. I push them down and he helps me. His hand travels up my thigh until he gets to my hip.

"No panties this time?" He grins against my lips.

"I didn't want anything in the way." I fish his hard cock out of his underwear and line it up with my pussy. I push down on his cock and feel my pussy stretch to him once again. "Don't hold back, because she can't watch our table forever." I moan still riding his cock. He groans in my ear and sucks on my neck. 

"I wouldn't be able to if I tried. Cause I've always wanted someone...to ride me cock...like this." He can barely talk as he and I cum at the same time. I'm surprised he was able to hold me up as he cummed. I wanted to collapse right then and there but we still had a dinner to finish. I clean myself up and he does the same. We make sure we look okay, not to red, then walk out of the bathroom. But we don't even get back to our table before he whispers in my ear.

"Am I the one that gave you that Hickey? Cause now it's noticeable." He chuckles in my ear and I quickly fix my hair to try to cover it. But I didn't let him go without hitting his arm. He just laughs again and we finish our dinner like a normal dad and daughter would, aside from some cum I missed going down my thigh.



Stepdad, Teach Me How to Masturbate



"Hey Stepdaddy," I said, walking into his room wearing only my new pink lace bra and cotton thong panties.

"Hello honey," he said, looking up at me and smiling.

Stepdad was a freelance writer and editor, so he worked at home; we'd changed the guest bedroom into his private office after he'd married my mom two years ago. It was right next door to my room, in fact, and that was convenient for me when I wanted to flirt with him.

You see, I'd been trying forever to get my stepfather to have sex with me. But he absolutely wouldn't!

It was driving me crazy!

Now that I was 18, I wanted him to be my first. He was the only man I knew that cared about my and listened to me and treated me gently and respectfully. There were lots of boys at school who wanted to fuck me, but they were impatient and crass. I wanted nothing to do with them. My stepfather, now. He was a different story entirely. I loved his broad shoulders and trim waist -- no middle-aged spread on him -- and the touch of grey in his hair. So what if he was 22 years older than me?

But he'd resisted all my advances, and all my flirtations. Since shortly after he'd married my mother, I'd been parading around in my bra and panties every time my mother left the house, especially during her frequent business trips. He smiled and often complimented me on my choice of color or style, but that was all. My breasts were really developing now; up an entire cup size in the last year. I took every chance to rub them against him, and he responded only by smiling at me. 

So far he hadn't so much as patted me on the ass! Hugs and good-night kisses were frequent but brief and ... well ... fatherly! That wasn't what I wanted at all.

I knew it wasn't a question of attraction, however. The erections he got during these encounters were obvious, and he didn't try to avoid me or tell me to stop this behavior, and his eyes lingered on my athletic young body.

He just wouldn't have sex with me! 

The frustration was getting to be too much for me.

I stepped up to his desk and his eyes slid from my long golden legs all the way up to my breasts tightly held by the pink lace. 

"So what do you think?" I asked him.

"Very nice," he said, smiling at me.

"Yeah, I really like this bra. It feels really good, too, I like the way it holds my breasts ... some girls I know think lace itches, but I like it."

"Me too."

"Can I sit on your lap?" I asked sweetly.

"Now honey," he said patiently, still smiling. "You know that's not appropriate."

"Oh Stepdad!" I pouted. "I can't take it anymore! I think about you so much!"

"I know you do, honey. But you know it's not appropriate for us to have sexual contact."

"But how do you deal with it?" I said, hugging my arms together under my breasts and shivering, jumping up and down a little. "I get so hot around you! I want your hands on me!"

He smiled affectionately at me. "Well, honey, frankly, I masturbate and I think about you. That helps me resist temptation." 

I smiled back at him. "Really?" 

"Yes, of course. Don't you masturbate and think about me?"

I felt myself turning red, embarrassed at the thought of it. "I've never masturbated before! My father told me it was bad." My real father -- that asshole. The less said about him the better.

"Did he? Well ... I think masturbation might be the answer to your problem, Victoria. You've obviously got a lot of pent up sexual energy, and masturbation can help you to take care of that."

"Do you really think so? Daddy told me masturbation was wrong. He caught me masturbating when I was little and he spanked me good."

"Mmm, I'm sorry to hear that. Masturbation is a very healthy thing."

"Can you show me how, stepdaddy?" I said, holding my arms behind my back and shifting from foot to foot, letting my voice go child-like.

"Well, now, Victoria, I think you can probably figure it out for yourself! Most people do."

"But this is important! You just said so! I need to know how to do it right! You taught me how to drive, you helped me with my English essays and now you can do this ... pleeeease, Stepdad!" I said, looking in his eyes and moving a little closer to him, pressing one of my breasts against his arm, sending a thrill through me.

He sighed. "All right, Victoria. You're right, this is important. You don't have any serious boyfriend, and I don't want you having sex carelessly, so you need to learn to masturbate."

He stood up and put his arm around my shoulders, and I put my arm around his trim muscular waist and he led me back into my bedroom.

"Okay," he said, "just lie down on your back on the bed," he said.

"Okay," I said, feeling my breath come more quickly as I eased down on the comfy thick white bed spread, resting my head on the pillow so I could look up at him. My long hair spilled around my head. 

I smiled up at him and he smiled back. "How can I begin?" I asked.

"Well," he said thoughtfully. "You can begin anyway you want, of course, but it's a process of exploring what you like, so let's start slowly and easily, okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"Just touch your arms with your fingertips first ... just lightly. Yes, like that, just rub your fingertips lightly over your arms, up and down like that."

"Should I use my fingernails, or the tips of my fingers?"

"You can use both or either, of course. Just do it slowly, gently. Lightly, at first."

"Like this?" I said, softly, as I touched my arms. 

"Yes, that's right. Does it feel nice?"

"Yes," I whispered, closing my eyes and smiling, enjoying the feel of his eyes on me as they took in my body, my chest rising and falling quickly with my excitement. "It tickles a little."

"Okay, you can use your palms now, rub your arms with your palms, warm them up."

I did so.

"Now touch your stomach the same way, with your fingertips. Just lightly trace them over your stomach."

I traced my fingernails over my stomach, above my belly button, and moved them in circles over my hard abs. "Mmm, that tickles more," I said, giggling a little. 

"That's normal, it's fine. It's just the warm up," he said seriously.

"It makes my nipples hard," I whispered. "Is it naughty to say that?"

"No, honey. It's fine. Tell me exactly how you feel."

"I feel waves of like ... electricity, heat and electricity, moving from the places I'm touching, and going to my nipples, and making them tingle and get really hard," I said.

"That's fine, that's just what we want," he said, gazing down at me lovingly.

"Can I touch my nipples now?" I said eagerly.

"Slow down," he said, smiling. "We've got all afternoon."

"Yesss," I said, drawing the word out into a moan.

"And we want it to be right, the first time, don't we?"

"Yessss," I said again.

"Okay, now trace your fingers over your stomach, down there between your naval and the top of your panties."

"Mmmm,"I said. "That's nice ... so sensitive there ... I really want to touch my breasts, now, can I touch them now?"

"Hmmm. . . well, okay, I guess so. But only over the bra, for now. And remember. Slowly!"

"Ohhh, thanks, Stepdad!" I said, voice overflowing with pleasure and gratitude. "I'll do it slowly, I promise."

I slowly slid my palms up my ribs, until I was cupping my own breasts. I heard myself moaning with pleasure.

"Should I squeeze them?" I asked, closing my eyes. "It feels so good . . ." 

"Yes, dear. Go ahead and squeeze them."

"Ohhhhh," I said. "Mmmmm." I kneaded them through the pink lace bra, squeezing them together, then holding them lightly and then again with more fervor.

"Be gentle now," said my stepfather. 

"But I like it," I whined. 

"Do you touch your breasts often?" he asked.

"Only in the shower, you know, when I'm washing. My daddy told me it was bad to touch myself in those naughty places."

"Well that's a shame. You have very sensitive breasts, hmmm?"

"Ohhh, yesss," I moaned.

"You're always pressing them against me. You like the way that feels?"

"Yessss," I repeated. "They're so sensitive, they're been growing so fast, it seems like my nipples are always hard ... I want you to touch them!"

"You know I can't, honey. Haven't any boys touched them yet?"

"No, I don't want them to! I only want you to touch them."

"But you know I can't. But of course you can imagine those are my hands, as you touch your breasts."

I looked up at him, smiling. "Or I can just think that it makes you happy to watch me touch myself, and that makes me enjoy touching myself even more. I can enjoy you watching me."

He smiled and stroked my hair. "I do enjoy it, you're right. I hope this makes you feel better, honey, more able to deal with your sexuality."

"I think so," I said, luxuriating in the warmth and pleasure of feeling my own breasts as my stepdad watched me. "Aren't you going to masturbate?"

"Not right now, dear. Are those nipples ready to be touched?"

"Yes!" I practically cried out. 

"Just through the bra, at first."

I used my fingertips and fingernails to touch the hard bumps of my very erect and swollen nipples, though the pink lace, and my whole body shivered. "Oh, it's ... the only word that fits is exquisite. It's just exquisite. It sends pleasure all through me."

"I'm glad you like it, honey."

"Very very much, Stepdaddy, and I love it when you watch me. Are you sure you don't want to touch me? Touch my breasts? I'd like that so much!"

"It's not appropriate, dear. Go ahead and touch them, though. Enjoy."

I did, moaning and beginning to writhe on the bed, squeezing my legs together, as I felt my breasts. "Daddy ... I'm getting wet down there."

"I'm not your daddy, honey."

"I mean, Stepdaddy. I'm so wet, Stepdad!"

"That's perfectly normal, honey. You're going to take care of that soon, all of the pleasure is going to build and build until you have an orgasm, until you can release all the tension. Have you ever had an orgasm before?"

"No, I haven't!"

"You've never had any lovers, you already told me that ... but nobody has ever had their fingers in there?"

"No, Stepdad Nobody! I kissed a girl at camp last summer, and she tried to touch me there, but I wouldn't let her. I wanted to save it for you!"

"And did this girl try to touch your breasts, also?"

"Well," I admitted, "I did let her do that."

"You said ..." 

"I said no boys had touched them," I said, and we both laughed at that.

"So this girl at camp, did she get under your bra?"

"No, only under the shirt and over the bra."

"Like you're touching yourself over the bra now?"

"Yes, just like this. But then she tried to take off my bra. I stopped her. She wanted to ..."

"Wanted to what?"

"It's embarrassing."

"It's okay, honey, you can tell me. What did she want to do?"

"She said she wanted to . . ." my voice lowered a bit. "Suck my nipples." 

He was smiling languidly down at me, and I could see the bulge in his khakis. "Why did you stop her?"

"Well ... I was shy, I guess. But I liked the idea, I think a warm mouth on my nipples would feel really good." 

"I think it does."

"Don't you want to show me how good it feels, Stepdad?"

"No, honey, that wouldn't be appropriate. But now, you can pull the straps of your bra down, so that your nipples are bare."

I smiled at him. "Don't you want me to take the bra off now, Stepdad? Don't you want to see my breasts?"

"That wouldn't be appropriate, honey, you being naked in here with me. You're going to have to keep your underwear on."

"Stepdad, you're teasing me!"

"I'm not," he said. "I'm trying to help you deal with your sexual urges in a healthy way."

He was stroking the bulge in his khakis, through the cloth, now.

"And am I helping you to deal with your urges, Stepdad?"

"Yes, honey, you are."

"Okay, and you want me to pull my bra straps down over my shoulders so that my nipples are showing?"

"Yes, because I think you need to touch them now. Some girls find it a little irritating to have their nipples touched, while others really like it," he mused.

"I'm definitely one of those girls who really likes it," I panted. "Oh my god, I want it so much." I was still kneading my breasts, feeling very warm and wet between the legs now.

"Okay ... slowly ... take your bra straps and pull them down, pull the cups of your little lacy pink bra down until your nipples are bare."

Panting, I did it, and my hard pink wrinkled nipples were pointing up at the ceiling. "Oh Stepdad. Can I touch them now?"

"No, wait a second. I want you to wet your fingers first. Put your fingers in your mouth and lick them and then you can use the wet fingers to touch your nipples. That will feel good, won't it?"

I just moaned by way of response. I put my left forefinger in my mouth, sucking it and rolling my tongue around it. It tasted a little like my skin cream, but it felt good. I then added the tip of my thumb and sucked on that. I looked up at Stepdad while I sucked.

"That's it ... " Stepdad's eyes were a little glassy now and he was breathing heavily. "Make your fingers nice and wet. Does it feel good to have something in your mouth?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," I said around my finger. 

"You'll make some nice guy very happy some day," he said.

I took my fingers out of my mouth. "I hope that nice guy is you, Stepdad," I said. I then sucked my right thumb and forefinger.

"Good girl, such a good girl. You're doing just fine." He was stroking his bulge faster now.

I took my other fingers out of my mouth. "Don't you want to take your penis out, Stepdad?"

"That wouldn't be appropriate, honey, you know that." 

I made a pouty noise and shook my head. "You're teasing me again."

"No honey, I'm not. Now, take those wet fingers and play with your hard nipples with them."

I moaned loudly, practically crying out, when my wet fingers touched my nipples. It felt so good.

"Supposedly some girls can have an orgasm just from touching their nipples," said Stepfather.

I was grinding my legs together now. 

"Mmmm, I don't know, I don't know what an orgasm is yet, Stepfather, don't forget that." "I won't forget, honey. Don't worry. I'll help you. Does that feel good, pinching your nipples with those wet fingers?"

"Yessssss," I said. "God, I'm so hot now."

"Do you like it gently, or do you like to pinch them hard? Some girls like them pinched hard." "Oooh, I like it both ways, just pinch them gently and sometimes, hard." "That's fine. You know ... you might be able to touch your nipples with your own tongue. Some girls can."

"Do you think so?" I said, breathing heavily as I played with my swollen stiff nipples. "My breasts aren't so big, really."

"Well, not small also. They're just right," he said, and winked at me. "I don't think it's just a question of size ... maybe flexibility. Go ahead, give it a try."

I craned my neck up and put my hands under my breasts and pushed them upward, but I could just barely touch the nipples with my tongue. Doing it just made me hotter though, especially the feel of my warm breath on them.

"Okay honey," said Stepfather, his face a little red now and droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. "Now you're going to move to your lower half."

I smiled up and him. "Ohhhh, good! Oh thank you Stepfather I'm so, so hot down there!"

"I know you are, sweetheart. Okay, so, you can touch your breasts with one hand, and then slowly move your other hand down towards your panties."

"Oh, Stepdad," I squealed. "I love it so much when you tell me to touch myself. But don't you want to touch me? Please, please, just touch me once!"

"No, honey," he said, smiling peacefully. "That's not possible. Okay, move your hand down ... towards your panties ... stop there at your belly button. Touch it a little, tickle it."

"Mmmm!" I said, pouting again. "Can I touch myself down there, yet? Between my legs?"

"No honey, not yet. Raise your legs up a little, and touch your inner thighs."

"Should I use both hands, or should I keep touching my breasts with one hand."

"Well, which do you want to do, dear?"

"I think I want to keep touching my breasts with one hand," I said. "I really like it." I reached down and traced my fingernails across the delicate skin of my inner thigh. 

"How does that feel?" 

"I'm starting to feel like I'm on fire!" I said. "I'm so hot it's starting to hurt!"

"Okay honey, do you want to touch your vagina now?"

"YES!" I cried, pinching my left nipple hard. "But isn't it naughty?"

"No, honey it isn't naughty at all, it's healthy and beautiful. Go ahead, and touch it, through your panties."

"Over the panties?"

"Only over the panties. Go ahead, rub it through your panties. Rub that hot little pussy through your panties, it's okay, you're such a good girl, it's okay, go ahead."

I rubbed my pubic mound, feeling the heat and moisture there, the pleasure and warmth spreading out all over my body, and the pressure building in me was making all my muscles tense and my whole body starting to shake. 

"Yes, just touch it . . . rub it, slowly, up and down there. Only through those nice pink panties, though. Make circles with your hand, and touch your nipples at the same time. How does it feel?"

"It feels so good, Stepdaddy,"I moaned. "Can I please go inside my panties?"

He bent down and whispered in my ear. "Are you sure you're ready?"

"Yes, Stepdaddy, I'm ready!"

"Are you going to have an orgasm for your Stepdad?"

"Yes, Stepdaddy!"

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, Stepdaddy! I'll try, but I know I'd have one if you touched me, or if you had sex with me ..."

"Shhh, honey. You know I can't do that. But go ahead, put your hand inside your panties and touch yourself."

My little hand eagerly slipped inside the waistband of my panties, and my fingertip traced over the wet lips of my pussy. I gasped. "Oooh, Stepdad. It's so hot and wet. What should I do?"

"Well, just touch the outer lips, first. Rub your finger around them . . . how does it feel?"

"So good," I moaned.

"Just the lips, okay honey? And keep touching your nipples, good girl."

"Yes, Stepdaddy." The swollen hot lips of my vagina were aching with pleasure now, enhanced by my tingling nipples, and the pressure was building inside me to an unbearable level.

"Do you know where your clitoris is, honey?"

"I . . . I think so . . ."

"You'll have to go inside your lips a little, and then move upwards towards the top, to find it ..."

I moved my finger upward and cried out and convulsed as if I'd been shocked as my finger touched my clitoris.

Stepdad smiled down at me. "Yes, it's very sensitive, isn't it?"

"Oh god," I moaned. "Stepdad . . ."

"Just be gentle with it. Tickle it a little, touch it with your fingertip just a little. Don't be rough with it." 

"Ohhhhhh," I said, moaning, as my whole body started to shake. I felt sweat breaking out all over my body. "I feel like I'm about to explode," I squealed.

"Okay, slow down a little, leave it alone for a second, touch your breasts some more . . . come on, darling, slow down, be a good girl. . . squeeze your breasts, that's it . . ."

I was writhing uncontrollably on the bed, my body still shaking, grinding my thighs together and licking my lips uncontrollably.

"Okay," said Stepfather. "Now what I need you to do it take that finger -- the finger that you were using to touch your clit -- and suck on it a little, make it wet." 

I eagerly tasted the finger with my tongue, and then wrapped my lips around it and sucked it. It didn't taste like skin cream anymore -- it had a sweeter, saltier flavor now.

"Oh, Stepdaddy," I moaned. "Won't you please fuck me? I want you so much."

"I know you do sweetheart. But right now, you promised to masturbate for Stepfather, and I want you to do that."

"Yes, Stepdaddy," I moaned, and dipped my finger again down into my panties and slid it between my swollen pussy lips and pulled it up to find the clit, which again made me spasm with pleasure.




Stepdad, Teach Me How to Masturbate



"Good girl," said Stepfather. "Are you ready to have an orgasm?"

"Yes, Stepdaddy," I moaned. "Only for you, Stepdaddy, I'm so so hot," The pressure was maddening now, a burning itch, all my muscles tensing, my whole body shaking from the pleasure radiating out from my clit. Now Stepdad had inserted his hand into the waistband of his khakis and was manipulating himself under there as well.

"Stepdad," I moaned. "I want us to have orgasms together. Won't you please take it out and let me watch you stroking it?"

"That wouldn't be appropriate," he gasped.

"Ohhh, god, Stepdad, I'll close my eyes. And you can jerk off on me, okay? I'll close my eyes and you can do it on me . . ."

"Oh Victoria," he moaned. "Okay, close your eyes."

I closed my eyes, and the pleasure seemed to be spinning me around the room. There was a sudden hot spray, something thick and sticky, all over my stomach, and the feel of that, and the idea of my Stepdad standing over me with his cock in his hand, the sound of his moaning, pushed me over the edge, and I had my first orgasm, my entire body heaving and shuddering.

When I opened my eyes again, Stepdad was zipping his pants back up. He looked embarrassed.

"Stepdad, what's the matter? You didn't do anything wrong! You didn't touch me or anything!"

"Hmm, well," he said. "Yes, technically, I didn't. Do you want to get cleaned up?"

"Yes," I said smiling. "I want to take a nice long hot shower. Do you want to watch me?"

"Well, a lot of people masturbate in the shower. I could, perhaps, give you some more advice."

"What about putting a finger inside myself down there?"

"Well, yes, of course you can do that, also."

"And ... uh ... well, it's embarrassing ..."

"What is it honey? Go ahead and tell me."

"I've heard girls talking about . . . uh . . . sex toys. Dildos, I think they're called?"

"Yes, and there are vibrators, also."

"Do you think I should try one of those?"

"Well, honey, yes, if you want, I can certainly buy you one."

"Oh, thank you Stepdad!" I said. I lept up and kissed him on the cheek, feeling his semen drying on my stomach. 

I put my arm around his waist and we walked together into the bathroom.



Stepdad



"So I see you didn't have much luck with your father huh?"

I felt the need to cry again. "No, I didn't."

"What did I tell you Lindsay?"

I put my backpack on the couch and began bawling. Steve quickly got up from his chair and rushed towards me. He put his arms around me and held me. I was hurting so much at that moment.

"It's ok honey. It's ok." He assured me holding me close.

"I-I'm such a fool!" I cried out.

"No you're not. You didn't know. I shouldn't have let you go look for that man."

"I'm sorry Steve! I'm so sorry!"

"I forgive you Lindsay." He held me until I finally calmed down. He stared into my eyes and wiped my tears. 

For the first time in my life, I really felt like I had a father. I had been foolish to think my "real" father would someday take be back as his daughter. Steve had been there for me, financial and emotionally, even though I never let him get close.

"Now just sit here and I'll go make some more coffee," Steve said. He got up, walking to the kitchen and put on a fresh pot of coffee. I sat on the couch and laid back. My eyes felt heavy, since I hadn't slept. It was good to be home. Everything made sense. Slowly, I drifted to a deep sleep.

* * * 

"Wake up sleepy head."

My eyes slowly opened and Steve stood looking at me. He smiled so sweetly and brushed my hair out of my face. "What time is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"It's almost four in the afternoon."

I slowly sat up and yawned. "I guess I must have fallen asleep." I realized Steve had thrown a blanket over me since I was still wearing Delilah's black skirt. 

"Yeah you did. I could hear you snoring all the way in my room."

I laughed. "I don't snore!"

"Yeah, ok whatever you say," he teased. "I'm going to work in a while but I whipped up a tuna casserole in case you get hungry later."

"I'm hungry now."

"Well dig in whenever you like." His smile was so comforting.

I took his hand in mine and stared into his beautiful eyes. His dark hair was combed neatly and I could smell his aftershave. "Steve, thank you once again. Thank you for being there for me all these years."

He gently squeezed my hand. "That's what I'm here for. I'm your...dad."

I gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek, something I'd never done before. His eyes danced as he stared into my face. "Have a good day at work." I whispered.

"Thanks honey. I'll call you later on to check up on you."

He walked away slowly. 

* * *

"So what's going on with you and your step dad?" Delilah asked Monday after school.

I grinned happily. "We are friends now. I feel so lucky to have him in my life."

She raised a brow. "Hmm really? Well me and my old man don't get along, at least you and your step dad finally do."

"I finally feel happy for once. I'd been really depressed since my mom passed away, but now I feel content."

"At least one of us does. Speaking of fathers, the school is going to have a father/daughter dance next month. It's sort of a way for fathers to say goodbye to their daughters you know since we are graduating."

"Really? Are you going?"

She scoffed. "Yeah right. My old man would never come to a dance with me. Besides, you know I hate social dances."

I laughed." I know you do. I think I will invite Steve. To show my appreciation."

* * *

Later on that week, as Steve and I had dinner together on one of his nights off, I had to ask him something I had never noticed until that week.

"Steve?"

"Yes?"

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure."

"Why don't you date? I mean it's been over three years since my mom passed away and I have not seen you date."

"I really loved your mother."

"I know you did, but I see so many times men often jump back into dating after their spouses passes away. I think it's easier for men to start dating than women to start dating."

He laughed and took a sip of his drink. "Oh Lindsay, where did you get a crazy idea like that?"

"Well I watch TV."

"Figures," he smiled. "It's not that easy to begin dating again. I actually haven't been interested in any other women since your mom. I loved Pam with all of my heart. I still do. She meant everything to me."

At that moment I don't know why but I felt tears streaming down my face. Steve looked sad and came over to put his arms around me. "I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to talk about your mom, but I just needed to explain."

I sobbed. "It's not that, it's just...I miss her...and I now realize that you loved her so much."

He wiped my tears and kissed my forehead. "I did love her, I still do and I love you too Lindsay."

My heart pounded. I hadn't heard someone tell me that for years now. I cried more as Steve held me. I wanted to tell him that I loved him too, but the words wouldn't come out.

* * *

The father/daughter dance was getting closer to date and I had no clue how to ask Steve. I knew he was busy with work and also that he always needed to give at least a few days notice that he'd need a night off. I had no idea why I was so nervous to ask him out. It was as if I were trying to ask out a boy at school.

One night after dinner, I finished cleaning up the kitchen while Steve watched some TV. I took a deep breath and went to join him on the couch. He looked up and smiled at me.

"You going to watch TV with me?"

I stared at the TV. "Uh...yeah."

We sat in silence for a while as I twiddled my thumbs since I was so nervous. "Steve?" I finally asked.

"Yeah?" His eyes stayed glued to the TV.

"I was going to ask you if you can...or if you want...if you..." I stopped not being able to get the words out.

He turned off the TV and looked at me. "Yes?"

"I was going to ask you...see there is this thing at school called the father/daughter dance, and I wanted you to...I wanted you to go with me...if you can."

Steve beamed. "I would love to."

I gasped. "Really? I mean are you sure you can get that night off? It's next Friday."

"I can and I will."

I yelped and threw my arms around him. He fell back some and grunted. "Owww Lindsay you almost made me hurt my back."

I quickly released myself from his hold. I was concerned. "I'm sorry. I was just so happy. Are you ok?"

He laughed. "Yes, I'm fine. That was a nice hug from you Lindsay."

I blushed and hadn't realized I was sitting on his lap. I quickly got up and fixed my shirt, which had rode up a bit. "Well I'm going to take a shower and head off to bed. Tomorrow I'm going to the mall with my friend Delilah to look for a dress."

"Very well then," he said as his eyes pierced at me.

* * *

"No, not purple. Purple's not your color. Try a dark red. That's more you're color," Delilah advised. We were at the mall the next day trying to find the perfect dress for the dance. 

"Here, this one!" Delilah exclaimed pulling out a stunning spaghetti strap dress from the rack.

"Wow! That's gorgeous. But how much is it?"

She looked at the price tag and smiled. "It's on sale!"

The dress was too perfect. Not too short or too long. It was classy, yet very sexy. "Let me go try it on. I hope it fits."

I headed to the dressing room and after a few minutes of struggling with the zipper, I walked out to show Delilah. She whistled at me and gave me a thumbs up. "You are going to kill. Too bad you're only going with your step dad, instead of a hot guy in school."

I stared at myself in the mirror. I must admit I looked so different. I felt pretty for the first time in my life. I spun around and noticed the dress was perfect for me. After buying the dress I found the perfect red shoes to go with my dress. It was going to be a wonderful night, I just knew it.

* * *

I never showed Steve the dress until the night of the dance. He waited for me in the hallway outside my room. I stepped out slowly hoping he wouldn't think the dress was too much. I saw his eyes widened. He was speechless. 

I thought he looked striking in his rented black and white tux. He held a beautiful red and white corsage in his hands. 

"Wow! Lindsay, oh my goodness." He said never taking his eyes off me.

I couldn't help but blush. "You look so handsome," I blurted out.

He got quiet again and continued admiring me in my red dress. "And you look...so beautiful."

My heart raced. "Thank you," I whispered shyly.

"Here," He said taking my hand and slipping on the corsage. I smiled and gave him a hug. 

"Thanks...dad." The words just came out so naturally.

Steve looked shocked. He didn't say anything at first. 

"Are you ok?" I asked as we stood holding hands.

"Y-yes. You've never called me...dad before."

I gently squeezed his hand. "I know. I'm sorry. But you are in fact my father. You've taken care of me better than my biological father. I love you dad."

He gasped and took me in his arms. "I love you sweetheart. You mean the world to me."

We held each other for what seemed to be forever. The night was young and so much was still to come.

* * * 

We got to the dance at eight. I saw so many girls with their fathers dancing, talking and having a wonderful time. I began to regret not being nicer to Steve in the past. I could have been enjoying time with my dad a long time ago. Instead, I was too proud to admit how much he'd done for my mother and me.

"This place looks great," Steve said as we made our way to the back tables. We sat down and watched the people dancing. 

"It does. They really went all out on this."

"Are you thirsty? I can go get us some punch?" Steve asked with a huge grin on his handsome face.

"Yes, please."

He got up to get the punch and all I could do was stare at him. I noticed how my female teachers gawked him. He was a gorgeous man, something I had noticed before but never admitted. I now understood why my mother had fallen for him. Steve was everything I wanted in a man.

Stop it Lindsay! Don't think of him that way! He's your father. Even though he's not your same blood, he's still your father! I kept warning myself.

He came back and we sipped out punch while we waited for the food to be served. That night I got to know Steve a lot more. He was so funny, making me laugh with his witty sense of humor. I was probably the happiest daughter in the entire room.

"Lindsay, hi." I heard a female voice talking.

I looked up to see Ms. Webber, my history teacher. She was young at least in her late 30's and very pretty. Her long dark hair was pinned up nicely and her makeup was flawless. She wore a gorgeous dark green dress that brought out her green eyes.

"Oh hi Ms. Webber. This is my father Steve Sayers."

I could see the devious look in Ms. Webber's eyes. "Oh hello Mr. Sayers. Very nice to meet you and please call me Jeannette." She extended her hand for a handshake.

Steve politely greeted her and she began to go on how much she enjoyed having me in her class and how bright I was. Steve listened and smiled as she praised me. "You have such a smart daughter. I know she will be successful in life."

Steve grabbed my hand and held is proudly. "I know she will too."

Ms. Webber watched us enjoy that moment, while Steve and I stared into each other's eyes. He then leaned to kiss my cheek making my pulse race. "I'm very proud of my daughter."

He called me his daughter that word meant so much to me. "Thanks dad. Thank you Ms. Webber."

She smiled and slowly walked away from the table never taking her eyes off Steve. I waited until she was out of sight.

"Dad, did you see how she was ogling you?" I asked.

Steve laughed. "Ogling me?" 

"Yes! She was so into you! I think she has a crush on you," I teased.

"No way. She probably has a husband and kids."

"Nope. She single and no kids. Maybe you should ask her out?" I watched the look on his face.

He frowned. "I'm here to be with you Lindsay, not be asking other women out. Tonight is our night."

I couldn't help but smile. "Yes it is our night."

After we ate, Steve and I danced almost all night. I never knew that he was such a good dancer. I felt as if we were the envy of all the people there.

* * *

It was almost midnight by the time Steve and I got back home. Even though I'd spent half the night dancing in high heels, I didn't feel tired. Steve turned on the house lights and I walked in behind him. He threw his keys down on the coffee table, took off his tux jacket and flopped down on the couch. I locked up and turned to see him laying his head back with his eyes closed. 

I laughed. "You're already tired huh old man?"

He opened one eye and groaned. "Just because you still have your youth does not give you the right to make fun of me."

I went to sit next to him. "I didn't mean to call you old, I was just playing." He opened up his eyes and stared at me. For a brief moment we were in silence appreciating the moment. He placed his hand over mine and remained silent. I don't know what made me do it, but I leaned over and kissed his cheek softly. He then placed his hand on my face.

"Thank you for tonight Lindsay," he said softly.

"Why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you."

He raised his body up and placed both hands of my face. He cupped my face. "Close your eyes," he said.

I closed my eyes and felt him place a kiss on my eyelids. I opened my eyes and realized we were so close. I could feel his warm breath on my skin. I stared up at him hoping and wishing he would kiss me. I knew it was wrong to want that, but I wanted it. I wanted more than anything.

He gulped and then took his hands off my face. He quickly got up. "I-I better get to bed. Since I didn't work tonight, I will be working tomorrow morning."

I felt disappointed. I wanted a kiss. I never thought I could be so bold with a male but that night I felt so much love. He began to walk away, and I grabbed his arm to stop him. He turned slowly. He was so tall; I knew I would have to tiptoe to place a kiss on his lips. I didn't care though. The heels I had worn that night helped. I reached up throwing my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. My lips pressed against his. I realized I got no response from him. I felt so embarrassed and dirty for even trying to kiss my stepfather. I backed away and didn't say anything. I just ran to my room and locked the door. Tears streamed down my face. Why had I even done something stupid like that? I thought he would have kissed me back but he hadn't. Now I was going to have to face him tomorrow and feel so ashamed.

I took off my red dress and slipped into my pajamas. I cried all night knowing Steve probably hated me. The way he acted earlier had made me feel as if he wanted me as much I had wanted him but I guess I had been wrong. So wrong.

* * *

I got up late the next day. I didn't want to get out of my room but then I remembered that Steve would be working that morning. I cleaned the house up and finished some laundry. I called Delilah to see if she wanted to go do something that way I wouldn't be home by the time Steve got out of work, but she had gone out of town with one of her boyfriends.

I knew I had to face Steve. I would apologize for acting like a teenager in heat and hopefully he would forgive me. 

It was nighttime just past eight that night and Steve had not gotten home. My heart broke. I realized he probably didn't want to face me. He was upset at me, I just knew it. 

"You really screwed up Lindsay," I said to myself. 

I waited for Steve, but he never showed up. I cried so much. I had just patched things up with my stepfather and now things would be complicated again. I headed up to my room to draw and listen to music. I wasn't much into drawing though. My eyes felt heavy and soon enough I fell fast asleep. 

* * *

A heavy hand on my body was what woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes and saw it was Steve. 

"W-what happened to you?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

He shrugged. "I was going to be a coward and not come home at all, but then I realized you and I have to talk Lindsay."

I raised myself up sitting on the bed and realized it was raining outside. "Ok so let's talk." My stomach was in knots.

He grabbed my hand and held it in his. "I want to talk about that kiss you gave me last night."

"I'm so sorry about that-"

"Don't be."

I was shocked. "What?"

"Don't be sorry about it. I wanted to kiss you back Lindsay, I really did but I had to stop myself."

My heart was pounding. "You wanted to kiss me back?"

He nodded. "Yes. I wanted to so bad. I have to remember though, that I'm the adult here and I need to learn to control myself. You are my daughter, and I don't want to ruin that."

I moved closer to him and touched his face. I looked deep into his eyes and leaned over to kiss his lips softly again. "And you need to also remember that I am now and adult."

He gulped and didn't object when I leaned to kiss him again. This time the kiss was longer and our lips parted. Steve's placed his shaky hands on my shoulders as if he was trying desperately to stop me from kissing him but couldn't. I knew he wanted this as much as I did.

I let my tongue slide into his mouth and he responded. Our tongues touched so gently. I could feel my toes curling. This kiss was nothing compared to the one I had shared with Chris. This kiss was so special, full of love. 

I broke our kiss slowly letting our lips part from each other very gently. Steve was panting. "Oh my God Lindsay," he gasped.

"I love you so much." I found myself blurting out the words.

He brushed my hair away from my face and cupped my chin. "You are so beautiful. I love you with all of my heart."

"Daddy, be with me. I need your love," I whispered.

He nodded and slowly laid me back. I stared up at him while he caressed my face. "You know once I start, I will not be able to stop. So please tell me now if you really want to do this."

I smiled up at him. "I do. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything."

He groaned and began to kiss me again. It was all so beautiful. His lips touching mine, our tongues caressing one another, and his hands touching me as they moved towards my breasts. Steve was everything I thought he would be. He was a gentle and sweet kisser not rough like Chris had been.

Steve moved his mouth moved away from mine leaving me aching for more of his kisses. He moved his lips down and began raining kisses down my neck. His hot breath caressed my skin. I felt as if I were on fire! 

"Mmmm," I moaned.

Steve lifted up my top exposing my breasts. His mouth clamped one of my hard nipples and he sucked on it. I began to squirm on the bed. I spread my legs knowing very well what all this was going to lead to. 

He took turns sucking each nipple and proceeded to move down my body. He pulled on my shorts as he began to take them off. I lifted my hips off the bed letting him remove my shorts. I was only left with my panties and my top that was pulled up. He stared at me in silence.

I looked up at him and knew I'd fallen deeply in love. "I love you daddy," I whispered to him.

He sighed and leaned down to place a soft kiss on my tummy. "I love you Lindsay. You are so beautiful you know that?"

"I do now that you told me. I always thought I was ugly."

He nodded. "You could never be ugly. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. I love you and even if we weren't being intimate I'd still love you, I hope you know that."

"I do."

He grabbed the sides of my panties and began to take them off. Finally I was bottomless. I knew I was wet. Steve slid his hand and placed it between my legs. I shuddered at the touch of his hand. 

"Oh baby girl you feel so wet," Steve muttered.

"I'm so hot right now. Daddy, please love me," I urged.

He stood up and began to undress. I watched as he shed the clothes off his body. He had a gorgeous body. His chest was nicely toned and he had a hard stomach. He was down to his boxer shorts and I gulped. I was ready to see his cock. He slowly removed his boxer shorts. Finally I got a view of his hard cock. He was big, probably bigger than Chris.




Stepdad



He climbed on my bed with me and positioned himself between my legs. I figured he put his cock in me just as Chris had done but Steve surprised me. He leaned down between my legs and began to kiss my thighs. Soft kisses went up my thighs until his hot breath was tickling my pussy. 

I raised my body up holding myself up on my elbows. I looked down between my legs and Steve's eyes met with mine. "Have you been tasted before baby?" He asked.

I nodded.

He smiled and dove his tongue on my pussy. My entire jolted from the sensation of his tongue. He spread my pussy lips opened and began to flick my clit with his tongue. He looked up at me as he began to eat my pussy. 

"Oooh!" I cooed. I never imagined a man could make me feel this good. His tongue did long strokes on my aching clit while his hands reached up to play with my hard nipples. He pinched and tugged on my nipples sending me over the edge!

"Yes! Taste me! Daddy, keep tasting me!" I yelped in the midst of my pleasure.

His lips grasped my clit tightly and he sucked on it hard making me squirm on the bed. I couldn't hold still. My moans slipped out naturally. Steve's mouth was doing wonders to me. Suddenly, I felt his tongue travel down my pussy and slide into my opening. I shrieked loudly from so much pleasure. He began moving his tongue in and out as if he were fucking me with it. I moved my hips and then realized he had stopped wiggling his tongue and was letting me fuck his tongue on my own. I kept moving back and forth on his tongue until it came to my climax. 

"Ahhhhhh! Oh daddy! T-this feels so good!" I cried out and released my orgasm on his tongue.

Steve moved up towards me and planted a long wet kiss on my lips. I could faintly taste my pussy on his mouth. We shared a beautiful kiss for what seemed to be forever. Finally Steve broke our kiss and I was breathless. 

"That was so...wonderful!" I purred.

Steve touched my face and kissed my forehead. "You taste delicious my baby girl."

"Daddy, make love to me," I begged.

"You know every time you call me daddy, it makes my heart melt."

I beamed. "Daddy," I said again.

He smiled and grabbed my legs and put them around his waist. He grabbed his cock and aimed it for my small opening. I felt my pussy being stretched by Steve's cock as he began to enter me. I moaned slight pain at first. It hurt but yet it felt so good.

Once Steve was inside of me he moved slowly in and out. I looked into his eyes as we began to make love. It was nothing compared to my first sex experience. Steve knew what to do and how to make me feel good. That fact that I loved him made such a big difference. I was finally able to share my body with the man of my dreams.

"Baby, you feel so tight! Mmggghh," Steve groaned as he continued to ram his cock in and out of my pussy.

He moved faster now. I felt as if I were in heaven. He began to suck on my breasts as he made love to me. I held him close and whispered in his ear how much I loved him. I could feel his cock twitching inside of me and he slowed down. 

"Are you on birth control? I need to know now Lindsay!" He panted.

"I am. Cum in me daddy," I implored.

"Oh G-God!" He grunted. He began to shoot his seed inside of me. I could feel each drop of his cum as he exploded in me.

I saw the look on Steve's face. He closed his eyes until he finished cumming. He then slipped his cock out and lay next to me. He was catching his breath while I kissed his neck. 

"I'm sorry Lindsay. I'm sorry I came so fast. Now I feel like a teenage boy." 

We both laughed. "I thought that was so beautiful daddy. I loved having you in me. Just because you came fast, doesn't mean we can't do it again."

He looked shocked. "You would want to do it again?"

"Yes I do. I love you so much!"

"I love you too baby. You've stolen my heart."

I lay next to him and he put his arms around me. It was late that night and both of our bodies gave in; we fell fast asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

The next morning, I woke up and I slowly turned around. Steve was still asleep snoring lightly. My heart fluttered just looking at him. I stared at his naked body and realized he had morning wood. I couldn't help myself, so as quietly as I could I moved my body down until my face was close to his cock. I had never given a blowjob before but knew this was my chance to learn. I took his cock and put it in my mouth immediately tasting his salty precum. At first I just held it there and gradually began to move my lips up and down on Steve's long shaft.

I felt him move and moan. He slowly opened his eyes and he gasped. "L-Lindsay! Oh my!"

I stared up at him as his cock pulsated in my mouth. I put more suction on it with my lips grasping it tightly and began to move my mouth faster. Steve was panting now as I gave him pleasure. He put his hands on the back of my head while his fingers stroked my hair. 

"Mmmgghhh!" He groaned.

His cock began to twitch inside of my mouth as it had in my pussy. I put my hands on his heavy balls that felt so warm. He gently squeezed them and Steve wailed in ecstasy. "I'm going to cum! Drink it baby girl, drink it!" He urged.

His cock jerked hard in my mouth as he began to shoot his load. I was almost shocked that I was actually drinking his cum so I stopped moving my lips. He groaned in agony and began moving his hips and he fucked my mouth with his cock and pumped the rest of his seed as I swallowed it.

"Oh awwhhhhgggh!" Steve cried out as I removed his cock out of my mouth.

I looked up at him trying to recover from his orgasm. "Did I do ok?" I asked.

He scoffed. "That is a silly question to ask baby."

I crawled up to him and lay my head on his chest. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. "I wanted to do that because I wanted to please you."

"Well you did please me. Oh God did you ever!"

"It was my first time doing that you know. I wasn't sure if I was going to do it right."

"Well you did a beautiful job. I'm crazy about you Lindsay."

I looked into his eyes. "I'm in love with you daddy."

I felt his cock hard again against my thighs. "Hmm looks like you're excited again huh dad?"

He blushed. "See what you do to me."

"I want to make love again."

"Me too." He said and pulled me off him gently as he laid me on my back. He looked at me and caressed my face. "This time I'm going to last a lot longer." We made love again that morning and my stepfather made me cum on his cock and once again shot his seed in me.

* * *

After our love making session and a nice hot shower together, Steve and I decided to make some breakfast. I mixed the pancake batter while he cooked the eggs and bacon. I couldn't help so happy yet so sad. Steve noticed I wasn't feeling well.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked.

"What is going to happen between us? I mean I will be leaving for college in a month and then what?"

He turned off the stove and came to me. Wrapping his arms around, he began to comfort me. "Look, you can come visit me on weekends and holidays."

I began to sob. He wiped my tears and kissed my lips. "I can visit but what if...what if...you find someone else while I'm gone."

He looked puzzled. "Why would I want someone else? You're everything to me Lindsay."

"But I will be gone. What if you get lonely?"

"Lindsay, I've managed to go on for three years without dating, I think I can handle a few months."

"I just don't want you to forget what we did. I know men tend to move on to the next woman fast."

"Not all men. Lindsay not all men are like that."

I continued to sob. "I know I'm sorry I shouldn't be judging all men like that."

"What about you? I mean here I am, an old man and you're going to have plenty of young good-looking college guys after you. How am I supposed to feel?"

I was shocked. "First of all you are not old! And second of all, no other guy will compare to you. I love you daddy."

"I love you too. Now if our love is strong enough, we can survive these four years of college. After you graduate then we can see what will happen between us."

"I want to be with you. I already know it."

"I want that too, but only time will tell. In the meantime, let's just enjoy what we have left."

I smiled and sighed. "I guess so. I love what we have going right now."

"Me too. I couldn't have asked for anything more wonderful."

We felt better after our talk and ate our breakfast. For the rest of the month, we did so much together until I left for college. 

It'd been true that a lot of college guys had asked me out but I had no interest in any of them. I visited Steve almost every weekend and on holidays, just like we had agreed. We were in love now more than ever. No one outside our home knew about us though. I lost touch with Delilah over the years but I know she would have freaked if I had ever told her about my stepfather and me. 

I eventually finished college and graduated. I landed a job teaching back in my hometown. Steve and I continued to live together as a couple. We'd often leave town where no one knew us and were able to be open about our relationship. 

One night, after Steve and I had made love, he had this radiant glow on his face. I knew something was going on. I searched his face for some clues but he kept everything so secretive. 

"Ok, what is going on?" I finally asked.

He laughed and shrugged. "Nothing, why?"

"You are hiding something from me aren't you?"

"Maybe," he teased.

"Come on! Tell me!" 

He had a serious look now. "Ok I will tell you. Close your eyes."

I did and felt him grab my hand. "Ok open them," he ordered.

I opened my eyes to see him holding a beautiful diamond ring. I gasped. "Oh my God!"

"Lindsay, will you do me the honors as living with me as my wife? I love you so much and I want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"Yes!" I yelped and threw my arms around him.

He laughed. "Let me put the ring on you first!"

I blushed and let him slip the ring on my finger. "I wish we could really get married."

"Me too, but since I adopted you, we can't. We can however live as husband and wife. No one will need to know we are father and daughter."

"I love you so much!" I kissed him hard.

* * *

After living over six months as husband and wife, Steve and I were more in love than ever before. I thought about how strange it had been that I'd found love in my own house. It was all so wonderful that it didn't matter if he was my stepfather. He was a man who I loved and that's the only way I saw it. 

I had hidden a secret from Steve though. I wouldn't tell him until he finally got home one night after work. He suspected I was hiding something as well. I wouldn't tell him until later that night. 

Once in bed, I knew it was the right time to tell him. He stared at me anxiously wanting to know what I would say. "What?" I asked playfully.

"Tell me," he begged.

"Tell you what?"

"Lindsay, you are hiding something from me aren't you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe."

He groaned. "Oh no you're going to have me guessing?"

I laughed. "No. I just wanted to tell you that you are going to be a father."

He froze and got silent. After a long time he finally yelped. "Yes! Oh baby I love you!" 

He held me in his arms and put his hand on my tummy. "You will make a wonderful mommy." 

I turned smiled. "You know you will make a wonderful daddy. I definitely know that."

We both laughed and held each other. We'd make a life together just as any normal couple would. We'd both found a love that his strong enough not only for a father and daughter, but husband and wife.



StepDaddy's Option, Not Priority



He had had his eye on her since he met her mother and moved in. Though fearful and reluctant at first, he easily took advantage of her youth and inexperience, and through a bit of emotional extortion he was able to manipulate and coerce her legs open. 

*********************** 

Momma had just driven away in her old Lincoln heading into town, and I was in the kitchen washing up the last of the breakfast dishes. I heard Brent come in and sit down at the small kitchen table, "pour me a cup of that hot coffee, girl," he said. I dried my hands and poured the coffee. Setting it down in front of him, I turned and started back toward the sink. As I turned, Brent grabbed my wrist and stopped me, "No, come here baby and sit in Daddy's lap," he said pulling me closer to him. I didn't want to sit in his lap; I just wanted to get away. 

"Brent, I'm eighteen years old, and I'm not your baby," I said as I tried to pull away from him. His grasp tightened painfully around my wrist and his expression and voice changed to hard edged indignation that I would refuse to do as he said. 

"I said come sit on my lap, Bethy." 

I knew what he was going to do and I knew arguing with him would not help. It would be easier to do what he wanted so it would be over. 

He looked up at me and smiled at my flagging resistance. I watched as he unzipped his faded workpants and freed his swelling cock. I obediently straddled his knees and leaning forward put my arms around his neck and began to rub my panty covered pussy against his warm semi hard cock. 

"That's it baby, get Daddy real hard so he can be real nice to you . . . yes, like that, just the way I told you how to do it," he said. 

When he was ready, he reached between my legs and pulled the crotch of my now damp panties aside, and slid his long, thick cock inside me. It hurt, it always seemed to hurt a little when he first entered me. I closed my eyes and buried my face in his thick, strong neck until the pain changed to pleasure and he began to move inside me. Filled with self-loathing I started to grind into him, concentrating on the feel of my clit rubbing against the base of his cock, and all the while thinking how good it all felt. Slowly at first, wanting to get my pussy as wet as he could, and then with increasing depth and force he started to fuck into me harder. Sometimes he'd have his eyes closed and be lost in his lust, other times he'd call me names and curse me as he fucked and used me. 

He liked for us to cum together, and would hold himself back until he felt my body stiffen, and my pussy contract around his cock. When I was just on the brink, I would say softly into his ear, "Yes, yes daddy, make me cum." He would put his large hands around my waist and hold my hips in position as he thrusted upward into my pussy as deep as he could go before he exploded, spewing his hot thick cum inside me, still holding on to me as my young, eager body trembled and clung to him. 

When he was spent, he adjusted his clothes, and before leaving patted my ass and told me to "make sure this kitchen is cleaned up before your Momma gets back," and then he was out the door and gone until dinnertime. 

I stood there at the sink, his cum starting to run down my leg, my pussy raw and sore from the hard fucking he had just given me. Enough. . . I had had enough. With his last words ringing in my ear, I went to my room, packed a bag with my meager belonging and left. It was a two mile walk into town, but I didn't care. I wasn't afraid anymore, I was finally ready to start a new, better life. 

***** 

Though Momma's managed to stay married to Brent for several years, she's never had very good luck with men in general. 

I grew up on a small farm in East Texas during the 1950s. My Mom and Dad were always fighting, verbally and physically from as far back as I can remember, and believe me Mom could give as well as she could take. The fights never lasted too long and they were always followed that night or the next day by the sound of loud fucking coming from their bedroom upstairs. Then one day when I was probably around four years old, Daddy up and left. I remember standing out on the front porch and watching him get into his old beat up car and driving away. He didn't say anything to me or even wave goodbye . . . I never saw him again. 

Mom is a beautiful woman and there's never been a shortage of men hanging around her. After Daddy left, that's when Momma started going through men like a dog through a pile of bones. She'd gnaw on one for a little while, and when she got tired of him, or he pissed her off, she'd toss him aside, and move on to the next one. There was one guy she thought she was in love with, and she let him and his son, Mark move in and stay on the farm with us. That lasted until she caught him one night screwing some slut in the back of his car; she kicked him to the curb. He took off that same night, but left his son to fend for himself. Mom said she felt sorry for the "boy", and decided to let him stay with us until he could get himself settled somewhere else. He stayed with us for almost two years. 

Mark had taken my virginity. It seems like it was a long time ago. Mom had hired Mark's father as a hand to take care of the heavier chores around the farm, Mark came along with his father, and the two of them moved into the empty workman's shack behind the house. I guess Mark must have been about twenty then, and when his Daddy started fucking Momma, I guess he figured he was the perfect one to take care of the daughter. I had a boyfriend then, but that didn't stop me from flirting and teasing Mark, but it was nothing serious. Mark was long out of high school, and anyway, Momma said he was too old for me and to be careful around him, whatever that meant. 

My senior year of high school I got a little job at the Woolworth as the lunch counter girl. It didn't pay a lot, but it provided a little spending money for makeup, a little shopping every now and then, and an occasional movie. Whenever he was in town, Mark would come by for lunch and we'd talk and laugh in between me waiting on my customers. Despite what Momma had said about my being careful around him, I didn't have any serious romantic feelings for him, and I thought we were friends. 

I graduated high school and my job at Woolworth's was made permanent, which meant a little more money each payday. My goal was to go to beauty school, but I needed money for that and so I was trying to save every cent I could get while I lived at home. It was around this time that Momma caught Mark's daddy cheating on her and she made him get out. He took off with his cardboard suitcase and Momma decided to let Mark stay, under the pretext of taking over the farm chores his daddy had been responsible for. Within a week of his Daddy leaving, Mark was in Momma's bed fucking her most nights. 

***** 

Getting through beauty school was a lot more work than I had expected, and coupled with working at the Woolworth I'd get home at night exhausted, and fall into bed often falling asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow. One night I awoke to a chill in my bedroom. The bedclothes had been pulled off the bed, my panties were crumpled at the foot of the bed and my nightshirt was hiked up around my neck exposing my breasts. Standing alongside the bed was Mark. Before I could scream, he bent over me, and stuffed something into my mouth to muffle my cries and tied a scarf across my mouth to secure it. We struggled, but he overpowered me and managed to bind my wrists to the brass bed railing above my head and moving down my body, he spread my legs and tied each ankle to the bedposts. 

I was terrified and confused, why was he doing this? 

Despite being tied spread eagle on the bed, he pushed my legs further apart and I suddenly felt his warm breath at my pussy opening and I froze, but in my mind, I could hear myself screaming 'Mark how could you?' 

Mark's tongue snaked out and brushed against my clit, it found my pink bud and he began to hungrily lick and suck it. He kept licking me, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, pushing his tongue inside me until I slowly realized that what he was doing . . . felt good. 

"That's it Bethy, just relax and enjoy. Let me play with you baby, don't fight, just let it happen," he said, soothing me, calming me into submission. 

His broad, warm tongue trailed along my pussy lips sending a cold shiver down my legs. He licked up and down my pussy, finally parting my pussy lips with his fingers to uncover my swollen clit. He began to molest deliciously my clit, rubbing, squeezing, pinching, lightly slapping while behind the mouth gag I screamed for release from the almost unbearable, unimaginable pleasure he was making me endure. I had never experienced anything like this, and I don't think I fully understood what was happening to my body. I was overwhelmed with feelings of fear and repulsion on the one hand and joy and pleasure on the other. 

"Stop fighting it Beth," he said again, in a low, coaxing voice. "I can tell you want this to happen, I can tell you're so ready to cum . . . let me help you baby." With that, my hips slowly began humping his mouth. Mark slipped his hands under my butt raising my hips to his mouth and began to devour me until I came in a hard, intense orgasm that I knew would be my measure for other orgasms and other men. 

We must have dozed because when I woke he was up, standing near the foot of the bed his jeans down around his thighs, cleaning his cock with my discarded panties. He saw me and smiled, zipped up his jeans and said, "I'll get mine the next time," and left closing the bedroom door behind him. 

The next morning, we saw each other in the kitchen during breakfast. I said good morning to Momma and nodded to Mark. It was as if nothing had happened except that whenever he came near me my clit would start to ache and my pussy would get wet. 

Mark and I were not together again for almost two weeks. While he had not made any serious sexual advances toward me, there were incidents where he would grope and fondle me, once even finger fucking me under an afghan as Momma sat at her desk going over paperwork, and he and I sat on the sofa watching a movie one night. I have to admit it was scary and exciting. I saw just how Mark was becoming quite emboldened with himself when a few days ago, Momma was downstairs in the family room, and he pulled me into her bedroom, and there on her bed dry humped my ass until he came in his pants like a school boy. Though I enjoyed when Mark played with me, in my naiveté I though that's as far as it would go, I mean a little kissing, fondling and fingering. Mark obviously saw the situation differently. I noticed that he was becoming more and more aggressive toward me and it was beginning to make me feel uncomfortable and anxious when I was around him and I think he sensed I was trying to distance myself from him. 

***** 

Mom was going away one weekend on some kind of farm related business and wanted Mark to accompany her. He came up with some excuse why he couldn't go, which led to an argument and Mom finally had to go without him. After she left, Mark went upstairs to get ready for a night out with his friends, and I went to my room, having decided since I was going to be alone to make this my "spa night", an evening of pampering myself. 

By 11:30pm and half a bottle of wine, I was on my way to being dead to the world and was asleep just about as soon as I crawled into bed. I woke, gasping for breath, feeling as if there was a weight on my chest preventing me from taking a deep breath. I opened my eyes and drowsily looked up into the face of the man stretched out on top of me . . . it was Mark. 

He had come home obviously intoxicated, with the intent of fucking me whether I wanted to or not. In my exhausted sleep, I hadn't heard him come in and get into my bed. I was not aware of what was happening until I awoke with him on top of me, positioning himself to enter me. 

Squirming under him, trying to push him off, I felt his cockhead at the opening to my pussy. He gripped my hips and I felt his cock probing and poking for entry. He soon succeeded in penetrating me, continuing to push into me, stretching me, forcing me to take his length and girth. I wasn't ready, and the pain was unbearable as I felt his cock tearing into me. He was thrusting deeper and deeper into me and when he hit my hymen, he pulled it back slightly until he realized what had happened. He resumed thrusting in and out until with one last, hard thrust he tore through my virginity. The tears flowed down the sides of my cheeks and unto my pillow. 

Though my body had initially resisted, his cock was now stretching me and my pussy was beginning to accommodate and envelope his cock. He was almost completely buried inside me. I took a deep breath and slowly became aware that the pain was beginning to subside. His cock was long, thick and fully engorged and he had started fucking me with long, slow strokes. As he pulled out he would pause with only his cockhead inside me and then push forward until his entire length was sheathed and his balls snug against my ass. I felt his rhythm subtly increase as he continued to pound my pussy. He pulled himself up and straddling my body, rode me. It was beginning to feel good, I wanted to cum, needed desperately to cum on his cock. I could hear someone grunting and groaning not realizing it was me responding to what he was doing on a purely animal, primal level. 

I started to meet his thrusts. 

"That's it Beth, fuck my cock, it belongs to you baby . . . fuck it the way it deserves." 

I could feel his cock swelling bigger inside me, and as he continued to fuck me, I knew I was on the brink of cumming. My body stiffened and I screamed with release as he drove into me spurting his cum high and deep inside my pussy. 

"Oh fuck, you bitch! I'm coming, oh fucking god I'm cummmming . . . Bethhhyyyyy." 

"Oh yeah your pussy is so fucking tight," he said breathlessly, before he closed his eyes. 

Despite his bravado, Mark did not want Momma to know what he was doing with me every chance he got. I'm sure he was afraid she'd kick him out like she did his daddy. Mark was twenty years old when his dad left and he had done nothing productive with his life since then, no job, no school, no prospects, and no nothing. That having been said, he managed to keep busy, spending his time during the day in town with is lowlife friends, drinking, playing pool, gambling, and at night, he definitely kept busy, servicing Momma. 

Mark had been my first, he had been the one to take my virginity and I had felt some connection to him at first. Our attraction, at least on my part quickly ran its course, and by the time Brent came on the scene I hadn't been with Mark sexually in almost two months. 

***** 

When Momma invited Brent to dinner that first time, I liked him and thought she might have met someone worth keeping. He was a divorced, good looking, smart, ex-Marine who had moved back to East Texas after his discharge at the end of WWII. He had grown up on a ranch, and was the epitome of a Texas cowboy, tall, medium build, hard bodied, craggy, sharp features and a since of authority and control. 

Momma had originally hired him as a farm hand to help on the farm, but she gradually relinquished more and more responsibility to him and soon he was pretty much running the farm. In short order, Brent began sleeping with Momma, relegating Mark to the shack behind the house. Despite some initial animosity toward Brent and Mark, they eventually became drinking buddies of sorts. Brent had quickly established himself as the alpha dog, and would occasionally let Mark have Momma, and every once in a while, the three of them would have a party and both of them would do her at the same time. Momma never objected and was always a willing participant. 

From the time Brent started working for Momma, he started sniffing around me. Whenever he thought he could get away with it he'd try to grab a feel or outright fondle my tits or my ass becoming more aggressive and confident the longer he was there. He'd stealthily come up behind me when I was at the sink washing dishes and press me against the sink. Reaching around me, he'd roughly cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until they were hard and hurting. If I had a blouse or t-shirt on he'd slip his hands underneath and I could feel his warm, calloused hands fondling my breasts and his erection pressing between my ass cheeks. It was pointless to try to squirm from under him, because he'd put his weight against me making it hard for me to move and all my squirming and resisting would only serve to excite him more. 

"Don't you call for your Momma, I know you don't want her to find out what you're doing down here with me, do you?" He'd warn me. Just the thought of her coming in and seeing me with him, I knew she would believe him over me. I did try to talk to Momma about Brent once, but as soon as his name came up, she immediately got defensive before I could tell her anything about what had been happening. Seeing her reaction, I didn't attempt to discuss him with her again, but doubled my efforts to stay away from home and if I couldn't do that then to stay clear of Brent and Mark. The very real possibility of her believing him and hating me was enough to make me quite struggling and let him do what he wanted, and after a while, I stopped fighting him. 

Perhaps a week or so later, Momma was upstairs napping and I was in the kitchen at the sink getting dinner ready. There was a large window over the sink backsplash and up until then I had always enjoyed working at the sink because I could stand there looking out that window into the garden which in the spring and summer was always filled with flowers. I didn't realize that Brent was even home until he came up behind me and pulled my tank top down exposing my breasts. He spun me around and put his mouth on my breasts, first one and then the other sucking and licking them. I think he sensed I was about to scream, and the bastard sucked my tit so hard he left teeth marks around the aureole. I gasped in pain and surprise and he warned me not to make a sound or he would tell Momma I had been up to my old seduction games. I stood there meekly while he licked and kissed the newly blossoming bruise and stroked himself. He suddenly stood up when he heard movement upstairs, which meant Momma was up, walking around. He gave my tits a last kiss and squeeze and with a final look of warning walked casually out of the kitchen and upstairs. I stood there shaken, tears welling up in my eyes. I pulled myself together and when I adjusted my top and lifted my head I saw Mark standing there in the garden . . . he had seen that whole disgusting episode. 

***** 

As the summer wore on Brent's attention was drawn in other directions, he had married Momma, and become even more involved in the running of the farm and a new venture that involved cutting down and selling some of the trees on the property for lumber. I felt out of place on the farm as if I no longer belonged there. In addition to my job at Woolworth, I also diligently worked a part time job that would allow me to save money and move away. I had approached my Mom regarding wanting to move and actually asked her for a loan to help me do that, but she refused to help me saying their money situation was tight and she didn't have the money to lend me. Of course, I was disappointed and I asked her to keep my plans just between us, and she assured me she would . . . she lied. 

I tried keeping my distance from Brent and my strategy seemed to be working until he caught me alone while currying my horse in the rear barn. 

"Hey Beth, how you doing?" I heard his voice and froze. 




StepDaddy's Option, Not Priority



"How's my baby girl?" He asked as he advanced on me. 

I turned around to face him, my eyes darting nervously about the barn trying to find a path of escape. He kept talking and coming toward me, and as he came closer, I would step backward trying to maintain that distance between us. 

"How's your Grandma doing? I know she must have enjoyed your visiting her. You know Bethy, since you came home, I've had the feeling that you've been avoiding me . . . why is that?" 

"I haven't been avoiding you Brent, I responded, I've been busy that's all." 

"Oh, is that it?" He asked, now within arm's reach of me. He took another step and succeeded in pinning me against the stall railing. He bent forward and kissed me on my neck, his tongue licking and tasting the dried saltiness on my skin. "Uhmmmm, I bet you taste like that all over, don't you," he said making my skin crawl. 

"You think you're a big girl now don't you Bethy? Trying to get out on your own." 

I looked up at him . . . she had told him! 

"Just how ready are you to be on your own Bethy? I mean what do you know about life, about let's say . . . men?" He taunted me, as he reached down and pushed his hand between my legs. 

I grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away, he responded by pushing it further between my legs and palming my pussy. He squeezed it hard, and I winced the fight draining out of me. 

"That's it, just relax and let your stepdaddy teach you a few things." 

My stepdaddy looked down at me the lustful shine in his eyes, the lecherous smirk on his face unsettling. His intentions for me were all too obvious and sadly for me inevitable. I suppose I had always known what would happen between us. All my efforts to get away from him had been pointless. 

"Now get your clothes off Beth . . . do it now!" He said threateningly. 

"What? No, no I'm not going to take my clothes off," I said. 

"I'm not playing around with you Beth, you know what I want. Hell, this won't be your first time." 

"That's a lie, I haven't been with anyone!" I said defensively. 

"Now, we both know you're lying, don't we? I know who you been with, who you been fucking." He looked at me and sighed loudly, "I'm real disappointed in you Bethy, at first I figured I was going to be your first. Hell, the way you been prancing around, teasing me for the last year I thought you were saving it for me, he said. But its ok, cause I'm gonna take it now, a little used but still worth it." 

I looked at him and shook my head in disbelief. 

"Now, do like I said, take them jeans off before I take them off for you," he ordered, leaning so close to me I could smell the scent of his sweat and cigarettes. 

I unbuttoned the top of my jeans and started inching them over my hips and down my thighs. He grabbed my arm, "stop stalling!" he said and spun me around roughly pressing me against the wall. I could feel the rough surface of the wooden wall rubbing, scrapping against my cheek. He pulled my jeans and panties the rest of the way down my legs until they bunched around my ankles, preventing me from running. 

Seeing a piece of leather lashing on the barn floor, he picked it up and tied my wrists together behind my back. 

I could feel the panic rising . . . "What are you doing? Why are you tying my wrists? I shouted at him at the top of my lungs. 

"There's nobody home Bethy, nobody can hear you out here anyway," he said as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. "Open your legs." 

It was only semi hard but it had already started leaking pre-cum that he was smearing up and down my pussy slit. 

He felt her sharp intact of breath when he pushed his swollen cock inside her, and with his mouth close to her ear said in a gravelly voice, "Yes, that's it, just enjoy it baby. I'm going to make you cum hard and leave you calling my name, just like you Momma does." 

I bristled at that comment as he laughed aloud to himself. 

***** 

He had me slightly bent over, having pulled my hips out for a better penetration angle and once I was in position, he rutted into my pussy like a . . . a crazed animal. 

"Stop, god damn you, get off me Brent," I screamed, my behind jerking and pushing against him. 

"Yeah, yeah like that baby, work that ass for me. I heard you liked it doggy style, just like I do, and that's how I'm going to give it to you." Brent was very big and thick, and his grip on my hips was so tight I knew I would have bruises the next day. I felt sick, my head was pounding, and I was trying to take deep breaths when I felt it. I remember thinking, 'please, please don't let this happen to me,' as the sensation to cum, the need to cum overwhelmed me. It seemed as if Brent's cock had grown even longer and thicker inside me. My orgasm started as a slow, growing awareness of prickly warmth radiating out from my pussy. I instinctively began to moan and whimper, until it exploded in a gut wrenching orgasm. Brent was holding on to me his arm around my waist and when he started to shake, I knew he was about to cum inside me. 

"Oh my god, not inside me . . . not inside me," I mumbled in a barely audible voice. 

Brent was pounding into me so hard and deep, I could feel his cock brushing against my cervix. Before I could recover from my first orgasm, I was torn apart by the most exquisite orgasm I had ever experienced. I didn't care anymore, I cried as my body convulsed on his huge dick buried inside my tight, warm pussy hole, my trembling body pressed tightly to him. Brent finally surrendered to his orgasm and throwing his head back grunted loudly when he spewed his cum inside of me a second time. 

As the intensity of his orgasm began to subside, Brent slowly pulled out of me and fell in a heap onto the straw littered floor, pulling me down between his legs. "Open your mouth Beth," he said as he rubbed his cock across my lips. "Open your mouth nice and wide for Daddy, I want you to clean my cock now." 

I hesitantly opened my mouth as he instructed. 

He rubbed his cockhead across the tip of my tongue, sticky, salty pre-cum already seeping from his pee hole. "You want more, don't you?" He asked as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed his veiny cock inside mouth. He pushed it deeper and deeper until I was taking it down my throat. I felt myself beginning to gag, but kept trying to suck and lick on his cock as he groaned with primal satisfaction. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and I could see the thick, bulging vein that throbbed and ran the length of his cock shaft. "Yeah you little bitch, I can see you like sucking cock as much as your Momma does." 

He pushed into my mouth, "I'm gonna shoot my load down the back of your throat," he warned. His body stilled, and as his eyes rolled back, he shouted Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Just as his cock exploded in my mouth. He held my head tightly to him and made me swallow all of his ejaculate. I milked him of every drop and then gently began cleaning his sensitive cockhead. He actually whimpered when I let my tongue lightly skim over, under and around his now spongy crown, carefully pressing it into my moist comforting mouth and holding it there as its sensitivity lessened. When he was able to bear it, I licked the length of his shaft cleaning away the last remnants of his cum. He lay there, eyes closed in a sexual stupor and in a hoarse voice mumbled, "Yes, baby, that's good, you did a good job." 

With my head nestled in the "v" of his crotch, I rested there between his legs with Brent's now limp dick in my mouth, slowly, gently sucking it almost like a baby nursing. We lay there on the floor for several minutes before he stood, arranged his clothes and told me to get dressed. 

We had sex many more times after that. While he did not seem to mind sharing Momma with Mark, he did not want me to be with anyone else. He said he knew I had had sex with Mark and he cautioned me to stay clear of him and to tell him if Mark ever tried to touch me or make advances toward me. 

Even though I hated what my life had become, I didn't want Momma to know what was happening. I loved Momma and didn't want to hurt her, but I knew that if she found out about Brent and me, she would not have believed me . . . it would have been my fault. More importantly, despite my working to get away and start a new life, I had little money and nowhere else to go, she would have made me leave. Brent knew this, and used this to his advantage to keep me available and my legs open to him. 

***** 

I had lost my virginity to Mark and in the beginning fancied myself in love. He had no money and no job and we seldom went out. I was younger than he was, and the relationship was centered solely on having sex with me. He loved movies, and when we did go to a movie, we'd either go to the drive-in where he would expect me to suck his dick and let him cum in my mouth or he'd want to go to the movie theatre in town, where we'd sit in the back and I would stroke him to orgasm. I think he liked that added charge of possibly being discovered. We had a couple of close calls, but the excitement was undeniable. 

After a few months of this, I knew I didn't want to or have to settle for Mark. I had come to feel that all Mark really wanted from me was a warm body to spray his cum into. He was still having regular sex with Momma, but I guess it stoked his ego to know he was also fucking the daughter when he wasn't busy riding the mother. When I told Mark that I didn't want to have sex with him, anymore he became angry and vengeful toward me. He wanted the relationship to continue, but for me, it was over. 

When Brent began working on the farm, Mark was actually happy about it at first. There was now one more person to share the work. When Brent replaced him in Momma's bed, he got a little crazy mad for a while, but he and Brent apparently came to some kind of understanding and became friends. By the time Brent developed an interest in me and told Mark to stay away from me he was livid and his resentment and animosity irrationally became directed at me and not Brent. 

Mark seemed to be always watching me, and in 1955, I couldn't go to the police, and tell them that a man I had slept with was bothering me and expect them to do anything about it. Mark was still living in the workman's shack behind the house, but it was not unusual and upsetting to find him peeking into my window at night, or skulking around the farm following and watching me at a distance. It was really very intimidating and scary. 

The incident that precipitated Mark suddenly leaving was inevitable. Brent had been out at the north fence line doing repairs. After the noon meal, he had come back to the house and into the kitchen where I was. Getting my attention, he lifted me onto the kitchen table on my back, and tore my panties off. He lowered his jeans and putting my legs up on his shoulders started stroking into me with the sole purpose of getting a quickie orgasm and going back to work. "Oh fuck Beth . . . I been thinking about this since I saw you around lunch time," he said just as he felt the warm flood of semen begin to rise up his cock and spew out forcefully covering the walls of my pussy. 

"Oh Sweetness, I love this little, tight pussy of yours," he sighed as he pulled his jeans up. Brent helped me sit up and jump down from the table. Seeing my torn panties on the kitchen floor, he picked them up and stuck them in his pocket. 

Laughing and looking at me, he said, "I might need these a little later if I get horny again," as he left out of the rear kitchen door. I watched him walk to his pickup and for a moment wished he belonged to me and not to Momma. Apparently, Mark had been standing at the garden window watching as Brent and I had sex. 

***** 

I turned and headed to my bedroom to wash up and get fresh underwear. I stripped out of my clothes and bent to get clean clothes out my dresser when rough hands spun me around to face Mark. 

"What are you doing here, Mark? Get out!" I shouted at him while trying to cover myself. 

"No, I'm not going anywhere. Why are you so mean to me Bethy?" He whined. 

"Mark, you need to leave," I said my voice sounding nervous and shaky. 

Mark grabbed my shoulder and pressed me roughly to my knees. He pulled out his cock and started hitting my face with it, "suck it," was all he said. 

"No! I said No, I won't." 

He suddenly reared back and slapped me across my face, "yes you will, you'll suck it now, bitch. Suck it good, until you make me cum." 

On my knees, between his legs, I knew I was afraid of him and what he might do, and I began to cry. I reached up and taking his soft cock in my hand began to lick and kiss the head and to stroke it hesitantly. While he was still soft, I pressed his entire cock into my mouth and could feel him immediately start to swell. When he got harder, I pulled back letting his cock ease out of my mouth until only the head remained behind my closed lips. 

I started stroking him with my mouth, trying not to let his cockhead slip out of my mouth applying pressure up and down his entire shaft until he was hard. I placed my hand over the base of his shaft and continued to stroke and suck letting my mouth slide down his shaft. My tongue flicked over the head of his cock as I sucked it, making tight swirls up and down and around his shaft. Grasping his cock shaft in my hand, I stroke him faster applying more pressure as I worked to bring him to his orgasm. As he began to moan, the tears that had been welling up in my eyes began to fall trailing down my face and falling onto his cock. 

He entwined his hands in my hair to hold my head in place, and began thrusting his hot, engorged cock into my mouth as I struggled to pull away from him. His body stiffened and I could feel his balls tighten and snug up close to his body as he prepared to ejaculate, and I thought, 'it's almost over' . . . then he stopped and withdrew from my mouth. He stood over me, his cock hard, pulsing and dripping with saliva and his pre-cum. Before I realized what had happened, he pushed me onto my back and in a hard, deep thrust buried himself inside me. 

"Mark, Mark, stop." I begged him, but he continued to lay between my spread legs, his hands under my thighs pressing them up and open toward my chest. He was fucking into me mumbling incoherently, "you deserve to be fucked like this, you whore. Who do you think you are?" He tried to kiss me and I turned my face away, which infuriated him, "you slut, I was the one who fucked you first and showed you what it was like to have a man inside you! Now I'm not good enough for you, but you let that bastard Brent fuck you whenever he wants." 

He sounded as if he were about to cry, "I saw you two out in the barn that day; he had you up against the stall with your fucking legs wide open for him, begging him to fuck you." 

I looked at me with fury in his eyes, "I was outside the window earlier when he fucked you on the table . . . I heard you grunting and humping under him." 

As he yelled this at me, his thrusting became faster and I winced when he pushed himself into me so far it hurt. When he came, I felt his hands at my throat squeezing, "Oh my god, Marky," I stammered before I momentarily slipped into a warm darkness, as an intense wave of orgasmic release flooded through my lower body leaving me quivering and wet. 

When I opened my eyes, Brent was standing over us pulling Mark from between my thighs, and shouting, "Get the fuck off her! You fucking bastard . . . Get off her! 

He dragged Mark toward the bedroom door and hit him again knocking him out. Leaving him there on the floor Brent came over, helped me up and over to the bed. He told me he had come back to pick up his ledger book that he had left earlier, and had assumed I was upstairs when he came in and I wasn't in the kitchen. He was about to leave when he heard Mark shouting and cursing at me. He realized the shouting was coming from my bedroom and ran down the hall and found Mark on top of me. 

When he heard Mark coming to, Brent went over to him and told him he had an hour to get his shit together and get off the property or get his ass kicked. Like his daddy before him, Mark was gone within the hour hurrying down the road toward town with in an old cardboard suitcase. 

***** 

I think Brent cared for me and would have been perfectly satisfied and happy if I stayed at the farm and continued things as they were, me shy but sexually welcoming and him having both Momma and me available to him, each offering and fulfilling difference fantasies. I knew where his priorities were, he was going to stay with Momma, because of the farm and the new lumber business, and he wasn't going to risk losing that, not even for some tight, young pussy. 

With those thoughts already tumbling through my mind, it was not difficult for me to make my decision to leave. I said nothing to Brent or Momma, simply packed my bag and started the walk into town . . . Brent's cum slowly dripping into the crotch of my panties, cool and damp between my legs.



Stepdads Best Friend and Katie



"Come on Katie!" my mom yells down the stairs "We're going to be late for the game!" I grabbed my jacket and rushed upstairs. I smile at her and head out the door. We are headed to my step dad's softball game. I still had homework to do but I could do it later.

I'm 19 and in college. My mom lives five minutes away from the college so it's easier to live at home than at school. Plus my mom can help me with anything I need. I'm about 5' 7" with 32D breasts (about 38C too) and I have curves. I'm not the skinniest girl, I don't have a flat stomach or a thigh gap but I know how to show off my body and I carry myself good. I have middle back brown hair and big blue eyes. 

The ride to the game was quite, sense me and mom were both tired we aren't really up for any talking. We pull up next to David's, my step dad, red Chevy. We start walking to the field and mom locks our Dodge Charger. The first person I saw was David's best friend Jeff tossing a ball to David. Then I saw Jeff's dad, David's brother Jeremy and the rest of the team that I didn't know. Jeff stopped throwing the ball and ran up to me. He wrapped his muscular arms around me and I felt his abs through his tank top.

"Hey beautiful" he said pulling away and giving my mom a hug.

Jeff is tall, about 6' 2", same height as David, and has jet black hair. He is buff for a 34 year old and is super nice. He looks like a badass but he's really sweet and caring. He has a large tattoo on his bicep that wraps around his arm. I still don't know what it's of though. I smile at him when he looks at me and he sticks his tongue out at me. 

The game started a few minutes later. David, a guy named Bryan, Jeremy, and Jeff play outfield while the rest take bases and shortstops. Jeff caught one ball but the team still got 3 points. Greg, a guy with the number 6, batted first but only got to first base. The Bryan guy was next, hitting a homerun, which caused everyone to cheer including me. A few more people batted, some strike out, and some got a base or two. Next was Jeff, with two outs and full bases. Talk about pressure. We already had 5 points. I watched as the pitcher threw the ball but Jeff swung too early, getting a foul. The next pitch, Jeff swung and got a home run! WE all stood and Jeff didn't even bother to run he just high fived everyone and walked out to get some water

I called his name and gave him a thumbs up. He walked over and pulled me up, giving me a hug. He is a hugger but I don't mind. The game soon ended, we won, and we headed home. It was about 10 O'clock. I walked downstairs and changed into my pajamas. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and checked Facebook. I had a message and saw it was from Jeff.

"Your Birthday is tomorrow right?"

"Yea. :)" I smiled happy that he remembered.

"Okay good. Cause we are going to do something. Just me and you, since you're my favorite!" 

"Ha-ha okay! It sounds like a plan!"

"Okay be ready by 2. Don't dress up fancy. But bring a change of nice clothes: D" I was thinking that it was kinda weird that he was doing something for me but I was still happy that he is trying. And he is my favorite of all of David's Friends.

"Okay?"

I didn't get a message back but it had a little 'R' by it meaning that it has been read. I smiled to myself and shut my computer. I closed my eyes and passed out thinking about what Jeff had planned.

~~~~~~~~

I woke up to the sun shining through my window landing right on my face. I turned over and groaned. I sat up and looked at the clock, its 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning. Great. I got up and through on some shorts and a plain blue t-shirt. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail, saying I'll do it later. I walked downstairs to find mom and David with two gifts and cake. They wished me a happy birthday and I got to open my presents. I checked my phone when I got upstairs and saw a whole bunch of Happy Birthdays from my friends. I took out my back pack and started to do some homework to pass the time.

When I finally finished my homework it was about 12:30. I went to take a shower and pulled out my hair straightener. Once I finished getting ready it was about 1:20. I walked to my closet and pulled out a blue and white summer dress. I threw it in my bag and headed downstairs. My mom was sitting on her computer talking to David about her work. They met at work and have had a connection ever since. I went to the sink and got out a cup to get a drink.

"Hey Katie?" I turned to my mom and took a drink. She continued to talk, "I hate to say this but we have to go to New York for a week. There a problem with the building out there and they need our teams help." She looked at me with her 'I'm so sorry' face. I nodded and said its okay. She smiled and shut her computer. I heard a car outside and guessed it was there taxi. I hugged them and they told me the basic rules, blah blah blah. They told me that Jeff would come to check up on me. When they left I saw Jeff pull up in his dark grey Chevy and I waved to him. I quickly grabbed my back and locked the door. He got out and opened the door for me. We drove for about 30m minutes when he stopped.

"Put this on." he smiled and handed me a blindfold.

"What! No!" I pushed his hand away and he tilted his head to the side.

"Please" He gave me puppy dog eyes and pouted his lip out. I rudely grabbed the blindfold from him and put it on. I felt the truck move again and I was tempted to take off the blindfold to see where we were going but it would ruin the 'surpise'. After about 10 more minutes he stopped and I heard him get out of the truck and open my door. He took my hand and helped me out, since I can't see. He helped me walk for a minute and then took the blindfold off.

"Yay!!" I screamed. I turned around and hugged him. He brought me to my favorite lake and had fishing poles. I Love fishing. If I could I would do it every minute of every day. We walked down to the chairs that he had out and I casted my line out. I caught the first fish and he helped me take it off the hook sense it was in too deep. We talked and hung out and fished. I caught more fish than him and he was all butt hurt about it. While we were walking up the hill, I stepped on a rock and twisted my ankle, making me collapse. He dropped the fish and fishing poles and ran over to me. He stitched my leg out and made me move it. I screamed when he moved it. He lifted me up bridal style and carried me up the hill. When we got to the truck, he wasn't even winded.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go get the fish." I nodded and got comfortable in the truck. I saw him reappear and through the stuff in the back. He hopped in the truck and headed back home.

"I had dinner planned but were not going now." he looked over at me and smiled an apologetic smile. I smiled back, a little disappointed.

"I'm sorry Jeff. I'm so clumsy and I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's okay. If you're not better by tomorrow than I'll take you to the hospital, is that okay?" I nodded and thanked him for today. We pulled into my driveway and he carried me inside, again. He set me down on the couch and got a back of ice and a wet washrag. MY ankle was a little swollen and it hurt like hell. Jeff was bent on his knees tending to my ankle when he looked up at me. His deep blue eyes looked into mine and he smiled. He got up and sat next to me. He turned and looked at me again. But this time he held my gaze. He put his hand on my cheek a pulled me to him. I felt his lips brush mine, then his lips were on mine. I didn't know what to do! I pulled away, shocked.

"Shit. Katie. I'm sorry." I stood up the best I could and limped to my room. "At least let me help you up the stairs! Katie! You can't even walk!" I ignored and walked faster upstairs even though it hurt. I closed the door and made my way to my bed. I waited till I heard the door close and his truck drive off. 

What the hell! Why would he do that?? I mean, sure he's hot but... but... I never thought about him like that. The way his arms wrap around me, the way he smiles, those eyes. I like him. I honestly like my Stepdads best friend. Now that I thought about it.... I want him. I want him now. I don't know why I pulled away. I laid down, thinking about a way to get him to kiss me again. I soon fell asleep with him on my mind.

~~~~~~~

I woke up to a knock on my door. I stood up to feel pain shoot up my leg. I winced and wobbled downstairs. I opened the door to see Jeff standing there. He was wearing a plain black shirt that fitted his arms tight and showed his muscles. I realized my mouth was open and closed it. 

"Hey" he waved and I could tell he felt awkward. 

"Hi. You can come in." I moved out of the way so he could come in.

"Listen... I'm sorry...about last night." I limped to him and hugged him.

"Its okay" I whispered in his ear and I swear I felt him shutter. He pulled away and cleared his throat.

"So Umm, how's your ankle?" he scratched the back of his neck, which is something he does when he's nervous. I wanted to grab his hand and wrap it around me. I wanted him to pin me against the wall and kiss me. I wanted him.

"It's okay.... I guess. It still hurts." he nodded and pointed to the couch, which means I should sit down so he can look at it.

"I think it might be sprained but nothing super major." He stood up and sat next to me. He turned to look at me again, and when he did I grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards me. His lips crashed into mine. I soon felt his lips move with mine. His hand came up to caress my face. His other hand rested on my hip and he pulled me closer to him. 

"Katie...." He breathed pulling away, resting his forehead on mine, "Are you sure." I nodded and crashed my lips to his again. He pushed me back until I was laying down with him hovering over me. I raised my hips to rub up against his crotch. He grunted and pushed against me. 

"Let's go upstairs." he sat up and helped me up. God I wanted him...now. He lifted me so I was facing him and I could wrap my legs around his waist. I felt his cock through his jeans. He walked up the stairs, still kissing me, but not tripping. He kicked my door, opening it and laying me down on the bed. He hovered over me again. His hands found the hem of my shirt and he pulled it off. He laid me back down and helped me get his shirt off. I ran my hands down his chest and his stomach. I felt him tense as I touched him. I found the button to his jeans and pulled them down as far as I could. He helped me and stepped out of them. He pulled down my shorts and tickled up my leg until he stopped on my upper thigh, close to my pussy, that was aching for him.

"Jeff. Please, please fuck me." I moaned into his lips. I felt him unclasped my bra, he slowly slipped it down my arms. He pulled back and stared at me. He ran his hands down my chest, stopping on my breasts to suck and nibble and bite my nipples making me shutter. He pulled back moving his hands down my stomach, stopping at the top of my panties.

"Are you sure baby? Once we do this, it's done. And trust me, I've wanted this pussy forever but it has to be okay with you." I nodded and smiled at him.

"Please fuck my pussy Jeff. Please." He pulled down my underwear, tickling my legs and being careful of my ankle. He kissed his way up my legs stopping close to my wet pussy.

"MMMM. You're so wet baby." He moved his head close enough to lick me. His finger moved up from my ass hole to my clit rubbing it in circles, pushing me close to my orgasm. He slipped a finger into my waiting pussy. His tongue circled, sucked and nibbled on my city and pussy lips. He put another finger in me pushing me over the edge.

"UHH. Jeff I'm coming!" I grabbed his hair as he pumped is fingers into me faster and faster. He cleaned me up and licked his way up my stomach, stopping on my breasts for a minute, then returning to me mouth. I could taste my pussy juice on him. He positioned himself over me, holding me down with his weight. His tongue danced with mine as I felt the head of his cock enter me. I moaned, wanting more. He slid in slow, letting me adjust to his size before he pulled out. He looked me in the eyes and pushed back in, then out, than he rammed back in. He did this over and over until I couldn't take it anymore.

"Mmmmm! ahhh! Jeff! I'm cumming!" My head flew back and I felt Jeff suck on my neck. My body shuttered the more he touched me. He kept ramming into me harder and harder. He rested his head in the crook of my neck. I heard him grunt in my ear.

"Your pussy feels so good baby. I've wanted to fuck you for so long," he kept whispering in my ear, "the way your pussy feels wrapped around my cock, the way I easily slide in and out. MMMM baby I love your pussy." he kept whispering things in my ear, making me hotter than before, if that is even possible. I knew he was close to cumming, he kept moaning and grunting in my ear. He rested his head in the crook of my neck again. 

I put my mouth near his ear," cum in my pussy. I want to feel you shoot in me. Please baby" I whispered the same thing over and over, knowing he was about to come. I felt his cock twitch in me and it sent me over the edge.

"mmm baby you made me come again! God...mmmmm!" I moaned. Jeff collapsed on me, breathing hard. 

"Baby, we have to do that again, if you want to" I nodded and kissed him. He rolled over so we were spooning and I looked out the door, which I left open. ~face palm~ I swear I saw someone standing there, watching us.



Stepdad's Blowjob Addiction



My best friend Becky's step dad during middle school ended up being MY step dad through high school. As far as Becky and I can figure out, this change-of-parent stems from the fact that my mom is a whore! My mom met Becky's step dad at my 15th birthday party when Becky and her mom and William came over. She got his number and kept making up excuses to call him. Embarrassing, really! Anyway, whatever she was telling him eventually worked: Two months later, we caught William pulling his truck out of MY driveway! (Becky and I were just walking home from school, and spotted him from across the street. He didn't see either of us.) Six months later, the 'change of ownership' was official between Becky's mom and mine; William now slept with my mom instead of Becky's! 

My step-dad (now ex-step dad) William is a genuine and nice-enough guy. As a person, though not particularly as a 'dad.' He tried for the longest time to 'bring back' some parental order to our home, and to get me to behave myself around boys. With mom, however, there had never been any order to 'bring back'. Mom always seemed content to just leave me alone, and to not interfere with my dating. 

(Besides, I was FAR too excited about my personal discovery of sex in the 12th grade to listen to some new would-be step!) 

As it turned out, William ended up moving out just before the end of my senior year. Mom had hooked it up with my math teacher, and William caught them together in the shower one afternoon. He told Mom exactly what he thought about her, and stormed out. (What did he expect? Hadn't they cheated to be together in the first place? Oh, well, all's fair in love and war... and seduction.)

____

Becky and I actually have lots of things in common -not just step dads. Since we met in fifth-grade, we've pretty much shared everything, from music to clothes to the occasional 'friend-with-benefits!' In middle school, we had our own secret world of dirty-stories and fantasies we shared with one-another! I guess you could say that we were somewhat late-bloomers physically, but were years ahead in the mental-department!

It was highly amusing to be so overly mature compared to everyone else around us. By high school, Becky and I were outclassed by the developing curves of our female peers, but we had a distinct advantage in the 'flirting' department! Becky and I 'studied' and came to understand the reactions of the male sex. We were actually quite aware of how the young male-mind worked! (Not rocket-science, actually. One thing we realized that if a girl starts a conversation with a guy- any guy- and holds unblinking eye contact with him while he talks, he'll eventually start stammering or blushing or trying to 'act cool' in some way! It was an adorable and highly entertaining discovery! 

When we turned 18, Becky and I FINALLY received what we'd actually wanted all-along: TITS! It was just simply amazing; within the course of one fall and winter, my poor aching chest expanded from training-bra flatness to the most deliciously full C cup anyone could hope to see! (A lot of guys, apparently, hoped to see!) Becky, whom I observed closely, was going through similar changes at the time, so we held our own secret-contest. Innocent girlish fun, honestly! We were neck and neck until the last week of our senior year, when my sports-bra malfunctioned conspicuously during volleyball, and had to be up-sized to a 'D'! For all the improvements 'on top' Becky and I both remained rather trim and toned otherwise, what with swim-team and yoga etc. etc. We were the same athletic girls we were before, only distinctly hourglass shaped.

One time, were out shopping for bras when we realized something we had always overlooked; something so simple but perfectly suited to letting us realize the full potential of our new found forms: fitted shirts! No, I'm serious! It was a real moment of realization for both of us... we went home that night, each with three carefully chosen new shirts. Shirts chosen, not for comfort or color, as in the flat-times past, but for their shear ability to show off our breasts! 

We agreed to keep our 'boob shirts' a secret from our moms. We kept them hidden in Becky's gym bag. Every afternoon after gym class, we would unstrap our bras, slip into our shirts, and enjoy the last three periods of side long (and sometimes direct) glances at our tits! 

Adolescent boys have not learned how to control their eyes, and so have very little ability to ignore cleavage. They have even less ability to control their penises, which we delighted in making publicly erect!

It was truly delicious mayhem, watching these boys watching us! I still have my favorite shirt -a dark blue tank that matches my eyes. Becky has her favorite: a low v-cut green shirt with a cartoon turtle ...how funny! After school, we would talk to boys outside. Flirt with them, and entice them, and then walk home. 

Becky and I also shared our 'first time', with a pair of high-school friends. It happened on the night of our much advertised,though largely disappointing senior prom. How typical is that?! We did it at an after-party at our friends' Jeff and Kevin's house. 

Becky and I had simply decided that it was time for some virginity-loosing! We'd taunted these two boys all evening with our eyes, and by asking them if they'd 'gotten their nuts off' lately! By the next morning, we could check it off the list:

Virginity: Gone forever.

Kevin and Jeff: Happy Lads!

Erika and Becky: comparing notes, hungry for BIGGER and BETTER things!!

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Imagine the surprise on my ex-step dad's face when a couple of bored, attractive high-school graduates knocked on his door! It was the 4th of July and we'd wandered across town and up the steps of his cramped east-side apartment. He opened the outer barred-screen door, half expecting to see our mothers behind us. He was obviously puzzled at our visit... I guess it must have been weird for him. I mean, we were his ex-step-daughters. He'd been the one who was there to scold us and to take care of us during our adolescent years. Now, he lives alone and has no lasting arrangement or connection with us whatsoever! 

He was wearing a fresh button-down shirt and had obviously just gotten out of the shower. Was he expecting someone?

We just stood there, wearing our flirty above-the-knee summer dresses. Both our gowns, I might add, sported wonderfully revealing low-cut tops... perfect for summer mischief! 

He stared for a moment, glanced out behind us, and asked with some uncertainty, if we would like to come in.

I smiled at Becky as he turned to let us through the door...She'd seen the same thing I saw... that wonderful uncontrollable 'downward glance' that let us know William was quite aware of our now 'fully-developed' bodies! 

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We'd actually talked about him at length during our leisurely stroll across town. (Talked about HIS LENGTH as well!) It was very entertaining to think that this guy had fucked both our moms, and was now single again! The poor guy... he'd just had his 42nd birthday. I remember because mom scratched the date out of June on our calendar.

Becky and I compared notes: Our memories ranged from Becky seeing him in swim trunks in her hot-tub, to my seeing his ass one time when he accidentally left the bedroom door open. By any reasonable conclusion we could draw, he had some very NICE equipment! Neither of us had seen it in 'action mode' but I'd noticed quite a sizable pair of balls hanging into view whilst gazing at his ass! Becky recalls one time finding my mom's gift to him in the laundry-basket: a sheer black male bikini-bottom... otherwise referred to as a 'banana-hammock.' She'd shown it to me in confidence, and we'd taken turns 'filling it out', first with our imaginations, then with our hands... we were just innocently trying to determine the size of its intended cargo! 

(A funny story that goes along with those that find: One weekend, Becky and I both bought vibrators... It was late at night and we were each home in bed. Becky called me to ask what I was thinking of while masturbating... I described to her how I wanted to untie the little straps of William's 'banana hammock'... we basically both lay in our beds, cumming all night to thoughts of his junk! Needless to say, William's 'personal details' were quite enthralling to a pair of horny 18-year-old ex-step-daughters!

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"You think your mom gave him good head?" was Becky's burning question she posed on our walk across town.

"Oh, I GUARANTEE it! That's probably why he left your mom." I shrugged.

"Yeah. My mom never gives head. I heard her talking to Aunt Jenna who recommended it."

"Don't worry about it. She couldn't have competed anyway. My mom's a fucking pro." I said in a casual way.

"Oh, no? You don't think MY mom's head could compete with YOUR mom's head?!" Becky retorted, eyes flashing! (We are always razzing one another about things we take personally. Our moms were an ongoing subject of debate.)

"Becky, what are we talking about?" I raised an eyebrow, amused, "Your mom vs. my mom in blow-job-giving?"

"Well, I guess not..." she said, trailing off. "...I guess it's a little late for THAT contest, anyway."

For two blocks, we walked in silence. After two, we shared giddy grins and just kind of chuckled to each other... it's so funny, but I KNEW exactly the thoughts she'd been thinking... I'd been thinking them too! I was ready to answer her when she finally asked, "So, UM... where DOES William live these days?" 

I stopped, and raised an eyebrow in mock offense; Becky just grinned and licked her full pink lips!

"This way, my little ex-home wrecker!" I lead the way, my blond bobbed-haircut held high. 

___

"Would either of you girls like anything to drink? Water? ...I've got... coke..."

"How about a beer, Bill!" replied Becky, relaxing on his blue futon-couch. She crossed one long smooth leg over the other, grinned, and watched him return with a frosty glass of Coke. He was SUCH a tightwad!

"And you... Erika?"

"Oh, I'll have the same!"

William sat down in his leather armchair. (It was the only REAL piece of furniture to his name.)

"So, I can't talk long I'm expecting a friend. It's a date."

Becky and I both smiled and gazed into his eyes, not saying anything.

"So... it's summer... You're both out?! Graduated, I mean?" he stammered, trying to break the tension.

"Oh, yeah. We're done. We're 18 and out the door!" said Becky with short flirtatious efficiency. She was holding his eyes with her own, and smiling deliciously. Becky shrugged her shoulders and leaned forward slightly... his eyes stole a glance at the way her pale breasts squeezed against one another in her cotton dress.

He turned to me, trying not to show his embarrassment, "And you, Erika? Any summer jobs?" 

"Oh, I don't know!" I said, stretching my arms back behind my head, yawning lazily. "I was thinking of doing life-guarding again. I need to get a new swimsuit, though." 

"Well, you should. I was down at the Y yesterday, and they're hiring..." He gulped and turned his head down to his beer. He'd involuntarily taken the bait: his eyes had looked at my clean-shaven armpits and glanced directly at my graciously lifted bosom! (I am NOT a 'little girl' anymore, I guess you could say.)

I cut in, sounding a little more sarcastic than polite, "I'm glad you've got a girlfriend, William. We won't stay too long."

He shrugged. "Just a date, really. Not a girlfriend. But a good friend, so thank you."

"But you want her to be your girlfriend?" was Becky's pressing question.

He sat back in his chair for a minute, looked at his watch, and shrugged. (He looked very nice in his light brown slacks and silk shirt.)

"Well, who knows? Anyway, glad to see you both. I think I really should finish picking up around here." With that, made a move to stand up, but Becky stopped him, placing her hand on his arm. 

"Oh, don't get up! I didn't realize it was a house date! We can help you!" 

"No, I mean thanks, but I should get ready and you..." he trailed off for a second, he seemed to have been momentarily hypnotized again by Becky's dress. A ray of sunlight from the window had somehow shone down her neckline where she sat, and was silhouetting her breasts in a rather spectacular manner! 

Becky just let him look and said with assurance, 

"This will only take two minutes, Bill."

"We just wanted your opinion about something... personal", I chimed in. 

___

Now, Becky and I are each pretty confidant alone, but put us together and there really is NO LIMIT to the sort of trouble we can pull off! I guess it was a little forward on our part, but we'd come all that way to settle our little question of 'best blow-job' and weren't going to leave unsatisfied! So, he had a 'date'? It could WAIT! He'd been the one to invite US in... WE were his 'date' now! (All's fair in love and seduction, remember?) 

Despite William's moment of surprise, he offered little protest when Becky reached behind her neck and unclasped the button holding her dress closed. She stood up from the futon, and in one sway of her hips, let it fall into a little puddle on his floor! At first, he was too busy gazing at her naked body to notice that I'd also undone and stepped-out of my coverings... the look on his face when he turned to see me was precious! 

"Girls.. oh..."

He looked as if he had tried to remember something, but had just as quickly forgotten... His attention was with us for the moment! He gulped. He looked at me from head to toe. He took in my short blond-bobbed haircut, slender strong arms, pale shoulders, my pale bulging breasts heavy on my chest, my trim tummy, curved hips, my cleanly-trimmed blond tuft of fur, and tight muscular legs. 

If he'd been planning to hold off for his would-be girlfriend, the situation looked bad for William. Very bad indeed! Already, his trousers were elevated beyond 'suspicion'. That was all I needed to see! In all honesty, it's pitifully easy to seduce a man. Especially if you're working with a friend!

Our first time at his place was really not a big deal. Essentially, he tried to get us to leave, but didn't manage to stop me from unzipping his nice clean slacks. He offered some words of protest, but didn't manage to stop Becky from licking circles around his balls... He said he should get ready to go, but didn't quite manage to escape my lips admitting the swollen head of his penis! Once that happened, it was all over for him. 

(Not surprising, actually... I've gotten my technique down to the point that I can pretty much turn my lips, my tongue, and my throat into the hottest, tightest, slipperiest CUNT imaginable! Add to that my piercing blue eyes, gazing up behind my blond-bob, and maybe your hands cradling my unstrapped bouncing tits... and you're pretty much done-for!)

William ejaculated in thirty seconds flat.

Ten minutes later, it was Becky's turn! What she lacks in technique, she more than makes up for with her plush perfect lips, her curly blond hair, and her tongue. She's the only girl I've ever met who can have a guy's cock all the way up to the hilt in her mouth, and then nearly lick back to his ass-hole with the tip of her tongue! I'm talking ball-lapping octopus-tongue! 

____

We had our dresses back on and were descending the apartment staircase when we passed a conservative looking woman in her mid 30s going up. She glanced at us for a second and proceeded up to William's door. (It was the only one at the top!) A LOT can happen in 20 minutes!

In William's case, it was enough time to give each of his ex-daughters an ample serving of his JIZZ! 

____

It was part boredom, part curiosity, and MOSTLY just sheer horniness that found us walking up his staircase again the very next day! William opened his door a crack and frowned at us. He was obviously concerned.

"Girls. I don't want to get you two into any kind of trouble. Please."

"Oh, it's no trouble!" I said, brightly. "We're both going to community college in the fall, so we're not in any big rush or anything!"

"We have all the time in the world to get you hooked!" was Becky's equally bright comment.

"Girls, I just... I met someone. I'm sorry. We're going out again tonight."

"We didn't get you into trouble yesterday, did we? I promise, we'll behave!"

"I just wanted to bring you a present!" said Becky, extending her hand. When she opened it, out dropped a new, sheer, leopard-print 'banana hammock' the two of us had picked out. In the coming days, he would learn to wear it well!

_____

Oh MYGOD! Can I just tell you how much fun it was, having William's place to go to? I mean, it could have been an interminable summer of boredom! William worked from home like he always had, editing sports-commentary and writing press-coverage...this meant that we generally knew right where his DICK was to be found! I know it's bad, but we literally made it our routine to go there every afternoon, suck him until he blew his load, and then go to our summer jobs! He didn't seem to mind. 

There's something devilishly sly about the way a blowjob works on a man's mind: It feels so good and takes so little time that he never quite comes to grips with the fact that it is happening until it is over! Also, when its over and done, the man can *almost* believe that nothing ever happened, and go on with his day. What he doesn't realize, day after day, ejaculation-after-lip-glossy-ejaculation, is that his penis is being trained to deliver pleasure to his mind... and his mind is being trained to receive pleasure from his penis... Little by little, his body gets better and BETTER at being pleasured! Pretty soon, one meager pump and a second of orgasm has turned into three intense pulses of semen, and five seconds of beautiful agony... then five pumps of load and eight seconds of orgasmic torment... his balls make more and more cum to keep up with demand, and his JIZZING gets more intense, and more pleasurable the more his body grows to count-on it!

Let me put it this way: Each time a man lets himself cum into a girl's mouth, his penis has just taught him a little lesson in pleasure... a lesson his mind can neither ignore nor erase... a sneaky, slippery little lesson of pleasure that will be added to the *next time* it happens! 

____

William didn't really realize any of this... he'd just shrugged it off and never told Kelly (his girlfriend) about the arrangement. She worked all day, so it worked out perfectly! He was growing to realize that our visits had become the favorite part of his day!

"OOH FUCK!! OH FUUUUUUUUCK!!! OH... OH!!!" 

William was cumming again. 

(Again and again and again, actually!)

I sat on William's couch in bra and panties, watching Becky finish him off. We took turns sucking, licking, kissing, and stroking most days. William was making wonderful progress in the pleasure department! These days, it seemed like he just couldn't get enough. Or give enough... I mean, this guy was turning into a human-oil-pump for semen! From the sounds of it, he was having a 'good time' in the process! 

Becky was straddling his lap in the leather chair, tits in his face and letting him lick her pointed nipples... pretty normal weekday-afternoon stuff. I was just stroking circles around his inseam with my fingers when it happened:

Unbeknownst to us, William had given Kelly a key to his apartment, and she suddenly burst in with a bag of groceries.

"Lunch, William... oh!!" She stopped short.

Quite a scene, to be sure! William struggled to stand up out of the chair, pushing Becky off and directly onto me, her tits bounced and heaved right into my face! He had his pants down around his ankles, and his penis stood proud and tall out of a sheer leopard-print sling! (It had been my turn next, and it had readied itself for me!)




Stepdad's Blowjob Addiction



William tried to make for her, but Kelly dropped the bags and rushed out, leaving the door open... He whirled around, suddenly angry! Angrier than I we had EVER seen him in all the years of his parenting us. In a flash, the discipline was raining down on us like old-times:

"OUT! THIS HAS TO STOP! GET THE HELL OUT, AND DON'T COME BACK!"

And so we left.

___

And days went by. And then a week. Becky and I missed our afternoons at William's. I guess it was just a fun activity that we could share as friends; I spent some time feeling kind of guilty. Had we really fucked up this guy's life? Had we presumed too much? Still, he HAD opened the door for us each and every time... he HAD been home, and not somewhere else...

We still talked on the phone, but she and I had jobs on opposite ends of town, and really no excuse to meet in the middle anymore. Until the call came!

I listened to my mom, who had just picked up the phone. I knew right away it was Will by the sound of her voice!

"What? No! Why are you calling me? Erika? No, you can't talk to Erika. This family is through with you." CLICK!

____

"He called my house too!" admitted Becky.

"I guess things didn't work out with his girlfriend after all." I shrugged.

"Who knows, actually? Maybe we'd better go and find out!" said Becky, smirking. 

It sounded reasonable to me! That evening, around 8:30, we took Becky's car. We stopped by our *favorite* shop along the way, and finally parked conspicuously at the curb in front of William's apartment. We knocked and waited at his door. When he opened it, he wore only his boxers, and seemed both surprised and relieved... he held the door open, but stood still. We wore sweats and sweatshirts... pretty conservative for us.

"Girls, I didn't mean to blow up like that. I. I'm sorry. I just."

"You just want us to SUCK YOU? Is that it?" asked Becky, incredulous.

"Becky.... Erika... listen. What happened... we just..." he was having trouble with his words. "I just wanted to tell you that on the phone. I didn't want you to come back. That is, if you."

"Oh, we can leave!" I said in a helpful-sounding voice, shrugging and turning to Becky to leave.

"No. Stay. PLEASE! You have NO idea what I've been through! I. HOLY-FUCKING-SHIT. Girls! I just can't write... can't sleep... can't eat. Not without. Without..."

"Without our helpful touch?" I offered. 

"We know." Becky said, chiming in. "That's why we're back. But things are going to be different from now-on."

He looked physically relieved. He looked us both up and down. We were both looking at him through glassy seductive eyes. Our new plan was reeling through our sex-crazed minds!

"Different? How?" I must admit he looked concerned.

Becky removed a small tube from her purse labeled, "Stimulatrix Gel." Still standing in the doorway, Becky squeezed just one-tiny-drop of the pink liquid onto the tip of her index finger... his boxers were already standing out at attention. One little adjustment, and his shaft protruded through the open fabric folds, his swollen head purple and hot...

___

According to the manufacturer, one drop of this stuff on the head of a guy's penis will induce the most intense and spreading sexual-arousal ever achieved by modern science! Apparently, his penis will just keep TIGHTENING and THROBBING, and the feeling will just keeps GROWING to the point of insanity... Oh, and the only cure for it's specialized formulation is a hot wet CUNT! 

In William's case, TWO of them.



Stepdaughter, Best Friend and Wife



"Mommy, are you saying that you and Daddy had sex with my babysitter, together?"

My wife Zola had just walked into the room where I had finished fucking her nineteen year old daughter, Ellie. Ellie's best friend, Tina, who was the same age, was naked beside us. It was really her fault that I was caught in this compromising position. I had found a drunken Tina naked in my den, and she had seduced me with the details of a story of Ellie and her fucking the plumber, who though younger than me, had been much older than the girls. Tina had insisted that Ellie had "Daddy issues", since her own father was a stranger to her, and that Ellie fantasized about fucking me.

Ellie had eventually fucked me -- or I had fucked her, no point being too delicate about who did whom - but only after I had told tales of sexploits while dating Zola, and then of sex with Alice, who had been Ellie's barely legal babysitter. I had been too busy to notice just when my wife had entered, and how much she had seen or heard.

All eyes were on Zola, whose enormous boobs were heaving, her breathing giving way to panting. Even through her sheer blouse and lacy uplift bra (necessary to support those mounds at her age), I could discern, or maybe just imagine, rock hard nipples aching to be nibbled, twisted, tortured. Zola loved her sex rough.

The pause after Ellie spoke had to be only about ten seconds, but to the three of us who were naked, it seemed eternal.

"From the looks of you and Tina, I think you understand what sharing means," Zola told her daughter, voice even, tone flat, giving no hint of how she really felt about this situation, or even whether she had fully processed her emotions.

"And of Daddy too..." Tina giggled.

"Oh, now you're calling him Daddy too?" Zola replied. Finally, I thought I saw a twinkle in her eye, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be struggling to turn up into a grin, but otherwise, she showed no emotion as she took another step into the room. "If you want father fucking, why don't you pick on your own mother's husband?"

"Because Tina's father is fat and has hair sprouting out his ears, Mommy," Ellie explained. "He's not sexy like Daddy here."

Ellie punctuated her statement by gently running her hand across my shoulder and down my arm. My cock, wilted but still trapped inside my stepdaughter's cunt, twitched in response. She in turn sighed as the motion apparently sent an aftershock through her body. Zola had entered just as Ellie and I had climaxed together. One of Tina's fingers had been deep between my ass cheeks, where she had stimulated my orgasm by massaging my prostate.

"My own Dad is like 'ewww...'" Tina confirmed, speaking over Ellie's moan, but not quickly enough to distract Zola.

"I can tell that you like your stepfather's fat cock inside of you," Zola said, her voice steely, but suddenly, her lips spread into a grin and her tone softened. "The way that you react to that well stuffed feeling reminds me a lot of Alice. She was about the age that you are now when your Daddy fucked her."

"Don't you mean when Daddy and you fucked her?" Ellie replied. She always was an assertive child, growing up to believe that if you wanted something, you should grab for the gusto.

Zola's face reddened, a rapid-fire series of movements reflecting her confused emotions.

"So Alice liked feeling his cock throb inside of her cunt, like Ellie does?" Tina filled the silence.

I grinned. Ellie's chum had started all this fun because she loved a good smutty story. I surmised that she was out to start another round. Would my poor cock be able to handle it? If not, it would be a shame; because I was not about to stop the train as it left the station. It would all depend upon how my wife reacted. Would she play along, since she had sort of been the one to bring the subject up, or would she demand an end to my tryst with her daughter and that girl's best friend?

At least I could be reasonably confident that Zola was not going to blow up at me, since she had not exploded upon entering the room. If Ellie's information was accurate, Zola had her own extra martial secrets.

All eyes were on Zola.

After a few heartbeats, she leaned against the doorframe, her eyes hooding over as her mind cast back many years to our courtship, when Ellie had been an infant, and Alice had spiced up our lives.

"Alice was a cock hungry little mink, but she liked having her pussy licked even more," Zola recalled, and then her grin lit up the room. "I loved eating Daddy's cream out of her, burying my tongue deep as I could, exploring all of the crevices of her pussy. I used fingers to press her folds wider to make sure I didn't miss any. I would develop this huge appetite, which could only be satisfied by swallowing ever single drop of his seed. I would bobble her clit between my teeth as I cleaned underneath."

A pause. Another crimson blush. Zola's hand wandered across her own belly, and she cupped her left boob as she spoke again. "After a while, though, I began enjoying the feel of that rubbery nubbin rubbing against the inside of my cheeks so much that I would spend just as much time teasing it with my teeth and tongue as I had cleaning Alice's offering."

"I bet that would really make her climax," Tina moaned. Her hand had duplicated Zola's movement, cupping her tit. Since Tina was naked, her fingertip automatically brushed a nipple, and she teased it with her nail.

"Then I would slurp up her nectar, enjoying at first the mixed flavours of Daddy and the babysitter - though, of course, at that stage, he was just my new boyfriend, not Daddy - and I would keep swallowing until I got a good fill of pure teenage excitement."

Now Zola's fingers moved, as if accepting a challenge to outdo Tina. With well practiced ease, she deftly undid two buttons. Her abundant cleavage surged higher to fill the gap, the fabric falling aside to reveal her black lace bra. We all held our breath as she slowly massaged the valley of flesh, and slowly eased her finger tips under the bra, her movements telling us that she too was tweaking her nub. As she moaned, her other arm moved, hand travelling slowly down her tummy, easing below the waistband of her slacks. For a few minutes, no one spoke as Tina and Zola joined Ellie in a chorus of moans.

My cock, in spite of the many adventures already that day, was once again rigid, still inside my stepdaughter. Her hips gently rolled as she enjoyed her mother's story, exciting me further. As I glanced from Zola to her daughter, I noticed that Ellie's nipples were sticking straight out from her areolae. My instinct was to reach over and pull the point further from the breast, squeezing with increasing pressure until Ellie bit down on her lip, her eyes closed, and her cunt walls spasmed around the base of my shaft as her body quivered through a tiny orgasm.

"Did she eat you too?" Tina asked almost casually, as if her best friend was not just inches from her, naked, having an orgasm while fucking a much older man who, by the way, was married to the mother of the girl impaled on his cock.

"Not at first. She didn't have a lot of experience with women, so was a little shy," Zola replied. Her lower lip was hanging slack, and the tip of her tongue slid along that fleshy ledge, a sure telltale that she was excited by watching Ellie's orgasm.

I felt Tina press her body close to mine, her nipples hard against my skin. Her tongue bathed the little depression where my brain met my spine. If nobody has ever done that to you, let me tell you -- the current races up, flooding your head, and down at the same time, racing out through your tip, making your balls pull tight and your entire prick throb.

"Maybe you should have been the one to drive her home then..." Tina looked up again at Zola, who was quietly unbuttoning the rest of her shirt. Her other hand was more than wrist deep inside her pants, and the frantic pace of movement suggested that she had a finger knuckle deep in her own pussy.

"Kind of hard to do when we were only dating then," I muttered, as I rolled my bearded cheek along the valley between Ellie's mounds, preparing to nibble the other nipple a while. "That would have meant I would have been left watching Ellie, and then still having to drive home afterwards."

My stepdaughter moaned, and fell backwards, ending up lying on the floor. She was looking right up at her mother, who was now off in an interior universe, her brain occupied with guiding her fingers as they caressed her own body, steering her towards climax. Zola's shirt was hanging open, both tits fully exposed. One hand frantically clawed at those mounds, kneading the flesh, stroking and pulling on her own nipples. The other strained to reach deeper, with the presence of her pants still a constraint.

"I knew right away that he would not be able to resist her though - I could see how his eyes roamed over the nubile barely legal girls we passed while on our dates," Zola whispered, as if talking to herself. "It was strange for a new boyfriend to be that blatantly looking at others. I was used to guys being in a trance, drooling over MY cleavage."

Zola chuckled. "I figured if that got him excited so I got well fucked, I could live with it. Guess what -- I was right. Now, it seems to be working again."

She grinned, stopped talking, waiting for whatever came next.

"How did you seduce her, Mommie?" Ellie asked.

Before Zola replied, my threesome rearranged itself. Without words to communicate, we instinctively all moved in unison. Tina eased backwards, I pulled my cock out of Ellie's pussy, and Ellie flipped over, her legs twisting until they came to rest on either side of me, her elbows on the carpet, her chin balanced in her hands. This left Zola with a perfect view of her daughter's dangling boobs, so like her own, but with the ripe firmness of youth.

Tina placed a hand on my back, guiding me forward just slightly, my semi erect cock nestling in the cleavage of my stepdaughter's ass, my spunky helmet grazing the depression at the base of her spine. Tina's fingers danced along my spine, while her other hand caressed my lower belly and she licked my ear. I saw Zola's tongue dart across her lips again as that happened.

"We had been dating a while then," Zola began. At the same time, she slipped her hand out of her cunt long enough to undo her pants and allow them to puddle around her ankles.

As she stepped out of them, pushing off the wall to remove her loose hanging shirt, she continued.

"We had made out in the car after a movie. Well, actually," she still was able to blush slightly, standing above her husband, daughter and another naked teen, wearing only her lingerie. "We started making out IN the movie theatre -- we found seats way high in the back. It turned out to be some dumb action adventure."

"Our action was much more of an adventure," I suddenly heard myself blurt out.

Zola rewarded me with a girlish giggle. That line had originally been hers -- directed at the dirty old perv a few seats away when we realized that he was watching more of us than the movie. He got so enthused watching us that he took his erect cock out and stroked it while Zola's mouth bobbed up and down on my shaft. She had swallowed my load and turned in his direction, smiling as she wiped the back of her hand across her shiny lips. He was so embarrassed that his hardness had wilted and he had tucked his wrinkled member back into his pants. The timing was good, because just then, his prim looking wife glanced sideways, noticed that Zola's T shirt was tucked above one tit, and grabbed hubby, huffing off no doubt to complain to management. We took that as our cue to rush out of the movie, giggling like teenagers, headed out to the car to carry on further.

"I was so horny that I came on Daddy's fingers rather quickly, and since I had made him come with my mouth in the movie, he would have lasted forever fucking," Zola told the girls. "We didn't want to be too late getting back to you, Ellie -- Alice still lived with her parents, so as Daddy and I agreed when we discussed it later, it was a neat trick to get her home after they went upstairs - so if her clothes weren't straight, she could sneak in -- but early enough that they weren't worried if they heard her."

"Because eighteen year old girls don't want to shock their parents by being caught fucking..." Ellie giggled, waving an arm in the air to emphasize the irony of her remark.

"Yeah, bad things might happen, almost as bad if they catch their stepfather looking at porn..." Tina teased. She reached around. One hand caressed up my shaft exactly once, lingering with the head gently in her palm. Her other fingers massaged Ellie's breast, thumb rolling a nipple.

"Sort of like a babysitter being discovered playing with a mother's vibrator..." I suggested.

"Really?" Ellie exclaimed, looking from me to her mother.

"Like I said, we got home early. Being single while you were a baby, of course I had a toy, and even back then, some good porn was available on VHS. Alice insisted that I had left one of my videos in the player, and that I should have been glad she discovered what it was before she let you see it. She thought I should reward her, not punish her." Zola chuckled. "Of course, I did both."

"Well, I'm sure you didn't just leave your vibe stuffed between the couch cushions -- she must have been snooping," Tina suggested. "That might have deserved a spanking."

Both young women blushed as my cock throbbed in Tina's fist, and Zola again licked her lips, fingers tickling her own clit.

"That's exactly what I told Alice," Zola admitted after a pause. "The poor girl turned red in the face, and Daddy said he wanted to see her butt just as crimson."

"She just kept looking from Zola to me, and then back again, just like Ellie used to when she was a little girl caught sneaking an extra cookie."

"But you never spanked me, you just sent me to my room."

"That's because you have great parents," Tina replied. "They understood that spanking is for fun, not for children."

"Exactly," Zola agreed. "I would never have spanked Alice if she had protested. No means no...unless consenting adults agree to another safe word."

Her lips spread into a broad grin. She was sliding down the wall as one hand now held her labia open and her fingers worked thrusting inside her wetness, while still thumbing her clit. Her breathing was ragged. Her scent mingled with the lingering flavours of my earlier fucking with Tina and Ellie. Both girls were locked into staring at Zola's sensual display, their arousal confirming that each was a committed voyeur. My cock bobbed along in appreciation, though it felt a little lonely, grateful for Tina's hold, but otherwise ignored.

"So you did spank her?" Tina asked. I noticed her breathing was a little ragged. "I mean, after all, she only sucked and fucked your boyfriend. I fucked your husband. I even had him up my ass. What I did was much worse..."

Ellie's eyes popped wide with shock. Clearly, she had never thought of her best friend enjoying punishment. Zola just grinned.

"That's right," my wife agreed. "It's so long since I spanked anyone, I guess I forgot the importance of discipline. Stand up."

Tina's hand released my hardness as she lifted herself off the floor with balletic grace. Her tits were so small and firm that they barely jiggled as she rose. Three sets of eyes all focussed on her. She seemed nervous for the first time today, shyly draping an arm across her chest, her other hand dangling in front of her swollen gash.

"Alice started out wearing clothing, of course, even if it was a mess from her self loving. I had such fun deciding how to deal with that." As Zola spoke, she stepped around Ellie and me, taking Tina by the hand, guiding her the few steps to my chair.

"She started crying, silently, just a couple of tears rolling out of the corners of her eyes." Zola continued. "Making whimpering sounds, like a pet caught chewing your favourite slipper."

For a moment I closed my eyes, recalling that scene clearly, after all these years. When I reopened them, Zola was in my chair, and was tugging Tina onto her lap. Without clothes to get in the way, she could move more quickly with Tina, who was in any event, a more eager victim.

Still, there was a girlishness which I had not seen as Tina had seduced me, and traded tales of debauchery, and then joined in with my stepdaughter, her friend. She pulled her knees primly together, shoulders forward, hands palm down on her thighs, sitting sideways, like she was about to ask Santa for an especially good Christmas gift. In that position, she did not make eye contact with Zola, and was looking away from both Ellie and me.

I crawled around to a spot with a better view. I saw that her tongue was resting between her slack lips, her eyes staring ahead, but a revealing glint shone through. Her shallow excited breathing made her erect nipples bobble.

Zola reached an arm across Tina's back, stroking that flesh softly, hand coming to rest on the girl's shoulder, which she kneaded reassuringly. Tina's feet began stirring the air, slowly, just like a kid on a swing waiting for a boost.

"Did you get hard watching Mommie undress Alice?" Ellie asked in a baby girl voice, barely audible even though she was just inches from my ear. As she spoke, she shifted around to watch with me, her hand snaking into my lap, circling around my shaft, baby finger grazing my scrotum.

"She was very gentle -- rubbing her back, kissing away the tear in each corner of her eyes -- just like she's doing right now for Tina."

"Did Alice say anything?"

"Not right away. She just looked sheepish while Zola undid her buttons slowly - though only a few of them were done up to start with, and most of those were in the wrong holes."

"What about her bra?"

"It was still on, but was pulled and pushed so that as soon as the shirt was open, we could see her nipples. The right one was peeking out below the cup, the teeny tit flesh smushed against her ribs. The left boob was mostly out the top of the bra. That one looked as excited and bold as Tina's does now, totally confirming that the nervousness was just part of the thrill for them."

"I bet that you got just as hard then as you are now." Ellie's hand pumped my length, once up, then down.

"Even harder. Don't forget that I was a lot younger then. Even fooling around with your Mom at the movies and in the car, I had lots in reserve for Alice."

"Well, you pleased Tina, then me, and are still going strong today. I'd say you're still pretty capable, for an old guy,"

Ellie giggled to make sure I knew that she was just teasing. It dawned on me that this might not be just a one time thing, that my sexy stepdaughter might have desires for my cock, and my tongue, on a regular basis.

From the looks of Zola's attention to Tina, I doubted that she would object, as long as Ellie's friend joined in. My brain was split between enjoying the activities, and thinking about sharing my bed with mother and daughter -- maybe not every man's fantasy, but certainly one that I enjoyed.

Zola was not gentle with Tina long, as, just like she had done years ago with Alice, she focussed on the punishment game.

"She tweaked, twisted, and then pulled Alice's nipples just like she's doing to Tina," I said quietly, my lips almost brushing Ellie's ear. I could feel the heat of her dangling breast next to my ribs, her erect nipple almost touching me as she leaned closer.

"Go ahead and suck Daddy's cock while I spank this little witch," Zola told Ellie, as she looked across, eyes drawn to her daughter's fist slowly massaging my cock. "I'd love to see him come in your mouth, and then have you show it to me."

"But then I'd miss seeing Tina get what she deserves for fucking Daddy before I got a turn. She even got assfucked first."




Stepdaughter, Best Friend and Wife



"Then she really needs to get punished, but not a lot, since she did share, and I doubt you would ever have seduced Daddy all on your own."

Zola stopped talking then, leaning forward to kiss Tina fully on the lips, one hand steadying the girl's jaw. I could tell that my wife's tongue had to force the mouth open just enough to slide past those perfect orthodonically corrected teeth, and then twist with Tina's tongue, no doubt still sharing flavours of our earlier fucking.

"She never did that to Alice, at least not before she spanked her, but with Alice, it was much more real. This time, I think it's largely theatre for our benefit," I whispered to Ellie.

Ellie's spare hand drifted down her body along her waist, as she began stroking her pussy. I could smell her excitement as Zola finally stopped kissing her best friend, and took her face down across her lap.

Tina arched her back, presenting her ass to Zola. Having just shared anal sex with the young woman, I knew she was experienced and fearless about her back door, but her threshold for pain was an unknown.

"Zola only hit Alice about three or four times on each cheek, but they were very hard blows," I recalled out loud.

Ellie and I were both staring at Zola and Tina. The youngster was smiling, her eyes dancing with joy, as the first smack struck her flesh. The grimace flashed only momentarily to register her pain, and then she begged, "More, mistress. Please."

"That's certainly not the same reaction as Alice, the poor girl whimpered like a child." I observed.

Zola heard that remark and replied, as her hand paused in midair. "Nothing poor about Alice. She turned out to be a natural. That spanking opened up a whole world for her."

The last word was muffled by the loud smack of flesh on flesh, and Tina's grunt in response. Before continuing, Zola took a moment to rub Tina's buttock, cooing to her like a momma bird clucking over a chick.

"Well, there's another difference. With Alice, Zola was all business, calling her 'bitch', 'cunt', whore'. She made Alice agree that she was all those things."

"Because Alice fucked you when you were dating Mommy?" Ellie asked.

She released my cock, shifted her body, sliding along the floor, until her head was resting on my thigh, hair rubbing against my shaft, stray strands dangling down to tickle my balls. Her eyes were still glued to the sight of her mother punishing her friend.

"No, because she wasn't eating my cunt, too," Zola explained, and then quickly slapped Tina's other butt cheek twice, to equal the slower treatment of the first cheek. "I always did like to share, just like I taught you from when you were a little girl."

Zola paused and giggled. "I guess that you took that lesson to heart."

"Tina and I have shared our toys since we were little, Mommy. Once we discovered sex toys, it would have been weird not to share those too."

"So, you should share this spanking?" As Zola spoke, she raised her arm and struck Tina's ass again.

The youngster cried out, but then mewed like a kitten as she wriggled across Zola's lap. Ellie had risen up on all fours, her face leaning close to Tina's butt, no doubt all the better to see the redness. Zola and I made eye contact, and a slight nod of her head encouraged me. Without warning, I reached across and swiftly struck Ellie's ample ass, once on each cheek.

"Yow!" she barked, startled, her hair whipping around as she turned to look at me. I just leaned back and grinned. My erection was now as upright as at the very beginning of this eventful day, and the slit in the top of my helmet was gaping open, grinning in agreement.

Zola was now massaging Tina's back, her hands rubbing upwards, starting with the almost non existent curves of her athletic rump, firmly smoothing the tanned young flesh all along the spine, and thoroughly kneading the muscles around the shoulders. All the while, she was staring at her daughter, whose attention remained fixated on the activity.

"You like this," Zola grinned, speaking to Ellie. "Your nipples are really hard. I love how they are dangling down from your big boobs. Do you love titfucking? I know I do."

Ellie blushed. I thought that a bit startling in the circumstances, but reminded myself that she was still a young woman, and no matter how slutty she claimed to be, discussing her preferences with her mother, a few inches away from her naked stepfather, had to be a little odd.

"Let's keep the talk about Alice, okay?" Ellie replied, finishing with a giggle of her own, to confirm that she was still interested in playing along.

Her chuckle sounded just like Zola's. It occurred to me that in the dark, I might not be able to tell them apart. Would it matter, I wondered? A lot of my future would depend upon how the rest of this afternoon played out. If Zola ended up happy, and Ellie was not freaked, I had the potential for a bookended sex life, with occasional treats of Tina. Even if Zola was sleeping around, as the girls claimed, I could live with that.

"Mommy massaged Alice, just like she's doing to Tina," I said. "I was a few feet away, but I could smell our babysitter getting excited. It was a different scent than Mommy -- a hint of talcum powder, and a note of one of those girly thin floral perfume sprays that teenagers seem to like."

"Of course, he also recognized it from fucking her on the drives home." Zola observed. It was her turn to laugh a little as she recalled that incident from years ago. "Mind you, I was getting wet myself, so the odour must have been a nice mix of the two scents. I was too busy to notice."

"Too busy...like now?" Tina's voice was just a whisper as she rolled over and sat up on Zola's lap, lifting her pert breasts in her hands, offering them like ripe fruit to my wife.

Zola wasted no time in shifting the girl to a position where she could taste those temptations, her tongue bathing the upper roundness thoroughly while Tina continued kneading from below. Finally, as her mouth passed along an inner curve, she buried her face deep into the modest cleavage, lapping away. Tina's hands flowed down her own body, settling on her thighs for a moment until one disappeared between her legs. Zola then licked across Tina's left breast, just flicking the nipple with one stroke before suckling the right teat while her hands replaced Tina's.

Ellie's head was just inches from her mother's knees, and only a bit further than that from her best friend's wet pussy, which we already knew she loved to devour. I was busy alternating looking at the two women on the chair and admiring my stepdaughter's elevated rump, so ample, yet still youthfully firm. My cock throbbed harder with each glance.

"Yes, Zola and Alice did almost exactly that," I responded, since Zola had a mouthful. "Though I recall Alice being a bit more shy about touching herself."

"Tina isn't shy about much, as you know, Daddy," Ellie confirmed.

She pulled herself closer to the chair, crouching beside her friend, and began to gently rub her lower legs. Tina responded by turning slightly, opening her knees wider. We had a close up view of her finger fucking that tight young twat, two then three fingers thrusting up deep into the soggy wetness.

Then my view was obstructed, because Ellie leaned forward and kissed inside her chum's left knee, and ran her flattened tongue all the way down her leg to the ankle. Tina instinctively raised her foot as shivers visibly ran through her body. Ellie took Tina's heel in her palm, and bent forward, lowering her mouth to suckle the toes.

I shifted to my left, trying to get a better view. Tina spread her right knee out a bit more as if to help, though actually she probably just needed better balance.

Zola lifted her mouth off Tina's nipple, I assumed just to switch sides. Instead, she reached down and pulled Tina's hand from the girl's snatch, and then lifted it to her lips. Zola sucked first one, then two, and finally all three wet digits into her mouth, ending up bobbing up and down on them like deep throating a stiff cock.

"Mmmm, she doesn't taste as baby powder fresh as Alice," Zola said, grinning at me as she came up for air, her lips glistening with juices. "More like Alice did later, after you fucked her."

Ellie watched, speechless. Though she had claimed that my wife was secretly an unfaithful slut, to justify her seduction of me, seeing her Mom sexing up her chum was clearly more reality than she could handle. I silently wondered whether I should slide over and caress her, to discourage her from bolting, but if she was skittish, perhaps that would in itself trigger a flight urge.

"I want a taste," She finally said, in a tiny whisper.

Tina spread her legs wider and leaned back, offering herself to Ellie. Since the two girls had exchanged oral favours after I had fucked Tina, I wondered why she was so keen, and so shy, about tasting the mix again. Perhaps it was the presence of her mother. Then I found out why.

Instead of diving nose first towards Tina's gash, Ellie gently took Zola's wrist. She paused, examining her mother's hand, and then bobbed down, lowering her open mouth over Zola's thumb, which I barely had time to note was the only digit still shiny with fluid. Ellie closed her lips around it and sucked it deep into her mouth.

I could see her tongue working it in her cheek. She had been finished breast feeding by the time I had started dating Zola, but none the less, I immediately thought 'Just like when she was a baby.'

That thought quickly led me to reflect upon how hot it would be to watch Ellie suckling on her Mom's big boobs. As that image played out in my brain, I caught Tina shifting in my peripheral vision, so instinctively looked towards her. No eye contact was made - she was staring longingly at those tits I loved so much, almost as if ignoring the way her best friend was licking her essence, mixed with mine, off Zola's thumb.

"Suck them," I urged, only meaning to think it, until I heard the words out loud.

Tina's head swivelled quickly to look at me. Her lips spread into a wide grin, her eyes were dancing with excitement. As she turned towards Zola, I saw that my wife was slumped back in my chair, her head almost parallel with the floor, eyes hooded, breathing shallow, chest heaving, nipples erect, almost pointed up to the ceiling. I knew these signs as the brink of one of Zola's gigantic chain climaxes -- not just the mind blowing everyday 'good morning' or 'sleep tight' sex induced orgasms, but the more rare 'let's fuck until it really feels like death' earth shattering variety.

Tina bent forward and lowered her head to my wife's left tit, swallowing the puffy nipple and areola, closing her lips around a mouthful of flesh, sucking like a vacuum.

"It took weeks for Alice to learn to do that so well," Zola said between gasps, her fingers gently stroking Tina's hair.

"So, her practice sucking Daddy's cock wasn't instantly transferable?" Ellie giggled. "How was she at licking pussy?"

Before anybody could answer, my stepdaughter slid forward, between Tina's legs, and licked her chum's pussy, just once, tongue flat, like a dog at its water bowl. When she then looked up, she was seeking approval just the same way as a pet might, but Tina and Zola were off in another world.

"She was really reluctant to do it at first," I supplied, not wanting Ellie to feel ignored, though it turned out I did not have to worry. At the moment I spoke, Tina lifted her head for air, grinning. As she switched to Zola's other tit, she stroked Ellie's hair, nudging Ellie's face back towards Tina's treasures.

"Only after Zola licked her clit to the brink of climax, and then refused to finish her until she agreed to 69 did Alice agree." I finished, though at that point, I doubt anybody was listening.

Ellie's ears were probably blocked, my voice at least muffled by Tina's thighs tight to the sides of my stepdaughter's head, holding her close. I could only imagine how Ellie's tongue was exploring Tina's depths. I knew, even from this one afternoon with the girls, that the combined effect of Zola and Ellie would drive their lover over the top again quickly, and that I would soon witness another explosion rocketing through Tina's body.

Then Zola let her right arm drop down, and for the first time, she touched her naked daughter's flesh, even if it was only Ellie's back. Both of them acted as if this was perfectly natural, although they were perhaps distracted by their conquest of Tina.

Zola caressed Ellie, moving her hand in long firm arcs along her back, pausing to rub harder in the dimple where Ellie's butt curved into the base of her spine. I leaned closer for a better look, and saw a small accumulation of perspiration in the hollow. As Zola's hand moved upwards again, I shifted over, bent forward, and carefully licked Ellie, cleaning the sweat filled depression with my tongue, first stabbing down with a flattened surface, lapping along, upwards if she had been standing, and then twirling a curled tongue all around, even darting teasingly into the top of her ass cleavage. I noted how her butt instinctively twitched, allowing access, and perhaps encouraging further exploration.

My eyes followed Zola's movement, and as she went up to caress her daughter's hair, we locked eyes. She theatrically winked at me, and her mouth spread into a grin, much like she had displayed when she discovered Alice.

'Thank you', she mouthed to me, and then she raised her hands up to Tina's body, briefly pausing to cup the youngster's tits, each just fitting nicely in a palm.

Tina instinctively took this as a cue to lift her head, releasing Zola's nipple from her teeth. My wife grasped Tina's shoulders and then moved one hand up to her chin, lifting Tina's face to hers for a passionate kiss. They writhed together, like two halves of a whole, silently, fiercely negotiating the perfect fit. This caused Tina's legs to spread. Initially, Ellie kept munching her friend's sacred offering.

Ellie drew Tina's engorged clit into her mouth just as I moved forward and leaned across Ellie's back for a better view. She tickled it with her teeth, and then began bobbing up and down, drawing it deep into her mouth like she was sucking a cock. Without realizing it, my movements had pulled my cock up close to Ellie. I felt my hardness brush along her back, and then nestle briefly along the cleft of her buttocks. Wondering how both Ellie and Zola might react, I pulled back.

Ellie seemed not to mind, or at least her ass didn't. It began undulating as if it had a brain of its own.

'Come hither,' it seemed to be calling out to my cockhead.

My little brain throbbed in agreement, but I hesitated a bit, my senses overwhelmed by all the girlie action taking place in front of me, and by the pace at which taboos were falling away. My daughter was eating her best friend, something they had described to me as a regular event, but still, seeing it brought home a whole new air of reality. The primitive part of my bigger brain loved how Ellie closed her teeth around Tina's clit, and slurped it like a lollipop, releasing all sorts of chemicals from my pleasure centers, but my conscience nattered determinedly from its corner, wondering how we would all feel the next day.

Tina interrupted my moment of introspection, yelling as her body shook with a massive climax. Ellie kept her face planted on Tina's twat all through the writhing, continuing to munch away. Only once the tsunami slowed did Ellie release Tina's clit, but even then, she continued to lick all around her friend's inner folds, slurping up the flood.

Zola slumped back in the chair, watching Tina's explosion, breathing slowly, her fingers gently caressing her own ripe body. Her face displayed a goofy grin, but her eyes were hooded. I suspected from long years together that Zola was enjoying a tiny orgasm of her own -- a rush of endorphins through her bloodstream, culminating in her clit pulsating. I was proven correct a moment later, as Zola's shoulders and hips rolled, her big tits shook, and she sighed. If this was night rather than mid afternoon, and we were in bed rather than my home office, she would want to snuggle and go to sleep.

Having been distracted by Zola for a moment, I was pleased to see that Tina had not fallen to the floor, with no one holding her balanced on my wife's knee. I smiled, appreciating again how her years of athleticism made her an exceptional lover, no matter how different her slim body was from that of my beloved wife, or my stepdaughter for that matter. At that moment, I think I realized more than ever the glories of variety.

Ellie gave Tina's pussy a few more licks, and then lifted her head up, resting it on her chum's thigh, looking up. I noticed that now all four of us were grinning.

My stepdaughter's gaze travelled across from looking at her friend to make eye contact with her mother. Zola smiled even wider, and nodded her chin just slightly, as if to reassure Ellie that everything was fine.

As we rested, I wondered whether or not the youngsters would demand more about Alice, as the story of Zola seducing the babysitter that I liked to fuck was far from finished.

"Did Alice come like that?" Tina finally asked in a little girl voice.

"Well, because we were licking each other, it was very different. We were on the couch, and she was on the bottom. Her hips jumped up so wildly that I almost fell on the floor."

"Poor Daddy, were you left out?" Ellie mock pouted, shifting to look at me. As she did so, her hip bumped my stiff cock.

"No, I was watching closely, just like today."

"I think Daddy quite likes to watch," Tina giggled. This girl had figured me out about as quickly as Zola had so many years ago, which could be terrific, or trouble. Or both.

"So were you as hard then as you are now?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah, he seems fully recovered now," Tina observed.

"Not only was he rock hard, but his cockhead kept bumping against me, like he was just rubbing you, Ellie," Zola answered Tina for me.

Then her eyes locked on mine. "Go ahead and fuck her, just like you did with Alice, with me watching. You know that's what you want to do"

Of course, Zola had already spied on me fucking her daughter, but my doing it while knowing that she was watching would be a challenge. More of a risk perhaps. In spite on having come a couple of times, my rigidity was testimony that I was up to the task. My brain instantly calculated that the odds of failure to maintain performance were small as long as Ellie had fun, and Tina and Zola were encouraging. The real problem would be whether Zola might have a sudden change of heart once she was a participant in breaking this taboo. That seemed unlikely as well.

"Is that what you want too, Mommy? Does watching me fuck your husband turn you on? I hope so, because cheating on you with him was pretty nasty. I felt so naughty - excited and turned on, but at the same time, knowing it was wrong."

"But it felt so right," Tina sang an old song lyric.

As she did so, her fingers toyed with Zola's nipples, evoking a sighed echo of "just right" from my wife, who still seemed lost in a dream state.

The excitement caused my cock to lurch again along Ellie's hip. This time, Ellie pivoted her ass slightly, rolling her flesh so that my head slid along her skin until it slipped naturally in the cleft of her ass. Without pause, her body began moving, as if daring me to fuck her doggy style.

"Since he's already fucked my cunt, can he assfuck me this time, Mommy?" Ellie asked. "Is that okay with you?"

As she spoke, Ellie reached behind herself and grasped my balls, kneading them, and using them as a handle to press my hardness right tight to her puckered anus. She had teased me about fucking her ass earlier, but had wanted me up her cunt first. She had said that her ass was even tighter than her young twat. She seemed desperate for me to fill her right up.




Stepdaughter, Best Friend and Wife



"Go for it," Zola ordered. "Not only is it okay with me, but now that you have talked about it, I definitely want to see if that thick meat can get stuffed into your tight asshole..."

She paused for a moment, and tickled Tina's ribcage, causing that youngster to giggle and squirm on Zola's lap. Zola planted a kiss on Tina's cheek before finishing her thought.

"...though it might be even more fun to watch Daddy assfuck Tina. Since she's so skinny, I can't help but wonder whether that makes her even tighter. Probably not, but your fat ass makes you look like a real woman, Ellie, while Tina still seems girlish."

"I do NOT have a fat ass!" Ellie exclaimed.

As she spoke, that end of her was shoving insistently against my erection. I placed both hands on her curves and caressed them, steadying the target.

"I agree with Ellie, dear, this doesn't feel fat. Ample yes, but nice and firm."

"Well, once you're done fucking that ass, I think it might be Ellie's turn for a spanking anyway, so I'll get a chance to check for myself. Right now though, I don't think I can wait much longer before I see you inside of her."

I could not help but wonder whether my wife intended to spank her daughter for seducing me, or for letting me in on the secret of Zola's cheating ways. All these thoughts tumbled quickly through my overheated brain, rushing down and bursting out the end of my cock, which now leaked precum.

"You better lube me up, Daddy. Just because I love assfucking doesn't mean I want the friction to tear me so much that I bleed."

As Ellie spoke, my fingers were busy scooping some of the abundant juices from her pussy, sliding up and coating the insides of her ass cleft. My hand became quite wet, and I also rubbed my cock until it was slick. After a few passes, I began toying with Ellie's asshole itself, at first just brushing my knuckles of a fingertip along the wrinkled edge, but then gradually easing it open.

This made Ellie's hips shake harder against my thighs and lower belly. My cock was now sliding along between her thighs, bumping across her gaping pussy, adding my lubrication, but threatening to fuck her that way instead of how the women wanted. Since I had already filled her cunt, intellectually, I was also eager to tick off another box on my rapidly expanding mental checklist of depravity. I had to act quickly to keep control of my cock, which by this stage might have a mind of its own.

Ellie's purring became groaning as she demanded. "Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard, fill my ass."

Her ass began throbbing as I stroked it. Before long, her tender flesh relaxed and was moist enough that, when I ran my wet thumb down her valley, and along the crinkly anus, it slipped into her ass.

"Oh, Fuck," she screamed.

"That's not even his cock, darling, wait until that fills your ass," Zola laughed. "I've had a lot of cocks in my life, but Daddy's is the best -- it's a combination of size, both length and girth, and his fabulous muscle control."

"I bet you love how it throbs inside you," Tina said.

"You'll have to try it up your ass sometime too, dear," Zola told her. "Because it's so sensitive, that motion feels even more intense."

Ellie was busy arching her back, her muscles pulling my fingers deeper inside, two long digits joining my thumb, stretching her.

"I really want it bad," she groaned, shifting all her weight onto one hand so that she could stroke her clit with the other.

I planted a series of kisses up her spine, ending up nibbling her ear and then she turned her head and our lips locked in a tongue swirling kiss. This provided the necessary distraction for me to ease my fingers back, not quite all the way out of her hole, and then spread them apart, opening her wide.

Alice had been a virgin, and when I finally filled her ass, that hole was deflowered by me as well. After all these years, I still got hard just thinking of the tightness of that young blonde babysitter's ass. Ellie had earlier hinted at anal experience, so I knew she would not be as tight as Alice, but I was anxious to compare. Now, I was about to have my chance.

"I'm going to fill your ass with my seed and then watch Zola lick it up as it seeps out, just like she did with Alice," I stage whispered into my stepdaughter's ear.

Zola rewarded me with a smile, a wink, and a nod. She was busy caressing Tina, exploring the young woman's body with the same fascination that she had once shown for Alice. My excitement about assfucking her daughter did not prevent me from wondering how all these female relationships would be altered by the day's events. With Zola still threatening - or was that promising? - to spank her daughter, would they travel down the road of mother daughter lesbian sex? Would Ellie be jealous of her mother and Tina? Would all three share an open sexuality? Perhaps most importantly, would they all still fuck and suck me, and get me ready for more by letting me watch their sex play?

My cock throbbed at these thoughts, or maybe it just wanted to remind me to let it penetrate Ellie's ass before my balls exploded.

"I hope she does," Ellie moaned as the very tip of my helmet nestled in the opening between my fingers. "But I want Tina to eat some too."

I thrust forward as Ellie spoke. Having done anal enough to know that often, entry is easier if your partner is not aware of exactly when you plan to begin. Too much anticipation makes the sphincter want to tense up at the wrong moment.

With one hand raised to her clit, Ellie was off balance. Though I tried to thrust slowly so she would remain upright, my force was enough to tip her forward. Both Zola and Tina instinctively leapt off their chair towards Ellie. The combination of a gymnast's grace, and being on top of Zola's thigh allowed Tina to drop to her knees quickly, and steady her friend's shoulders as I began rhythmically thrusting my length deeper into Ellie's asshole with each stroke.

Ellie's imbalance had caused her to drop her fingers from her clit. Zola slipped along her daughter's side, reaching underneath, quickly tweaking Ellie's nipple, and then replacing Ellie's fingers with a mother's touch. As soon as Zola established a steady rhythm finger fucking Ellie, matching my own tempo, she massaged her daughter's back with her free hand, and then used those fingers to play with Ellie's tits.

"Going to...come...soon," my stepdaughter panted.

"Fill her ass with your seed, Daddy," Tina suggested as Zola leaned forward, locking her lips to mine in a deep kiss.

Her tongue probed past my teeth, swirling in my cheek. I kept pounding my meat into Ellie's colon, marvelling at how tight she was. Her muscles spasmed around my thrusting prick, trying to milk me. As I looked up at Tina, I knew that I had to fuck that athletic ass next, because her muscle tone must be a special treat.

Zola pulled me back into the moment, saying "I want to eat your spunk as it falls out of my daughter's asshole, and then swap chunks of it into her best friend's mouth."

I saw that she was locking eyes with Tina as she spoke. As they grinned together, the younger woman slid off her chair and crouched on Ellie's side, opposite Zola. Her motions mirrored my wife's; beginning on my stepdaughter's spine, but quickly massaging her other tit, so that one woman was tweaking each nipple. Ellie meanwhile pistoned her ass back, slamming against my groin more fiercely with each stroke.

She was no longer fingering her own clit, having dropped that hand back to the floor for support. Tina and Zola never said a sound, and I didn't even notice a glance shared between them. I just felt two hands caress Ellie's cunt, stretching the lips open from either side, thumbing her clit like two knights jousting with swords. Their baby fingers both curled around and teased the base of my cock and my ball sac.

Ellie's breathing pattern had altered, and she was gasping out single words as she tossed her head from side to side -- the sort of words most girls would never say in front of their mothers -- but then, how many moms fingerfucked their barely legal child?

"Jesus ...fuck... yeah...like....that...fuck.... harder... deeper... bastard...come...with...me...ready...fuck...so...fuckin'...ready...help...Daddy... please..."

The last few words sounded almost like crying.

"I think she means she wants us to help Daddy," Zola guessed, looking across at Tina.

"Yeah - a little stimulation, maybe?" Tina replied.

Before the words were out of her lips, both women, my wife and her daughter's best friend, shifted over just slightly, the hands which had been torturing Ellie's tits taking over on my stepdaughter's throbbing pussy, while fingers slick with Ellie's juices curled around my butt, entering my anus just as forcefully as I was fucking Ellie's butt. They found my prostate at the same instance, one pushing from either side. No matter how much I had come already, this did the trick, just as they planned.

"COMING ...NOW..." my stepdaughter and I each screamed, our voices blending together.

My climax was so intense that my eyes shut themselves, and I think I blanked out for a moment. My last recollection was of my wife swiftly kissing me, and then turning my face into a three-way tongue twister with Tina. My next recollection was laying on the floor, my spent cock still lying between Ellie's buttocks, but now, the three women were all lying together, kissing.

I watched for a moment, wondering what would happen next.



Stepdaughter in Just Her Panties



My new girlfriend and I had been dating for a month before she let me come to her apartment.

She'd come to mine. We'd been having great sex since our second date, when she'd let me fuck her up the ass while she masturbated, lying on her belly with a pillow under her hips, with her little hand playing with her clit, with me on top of her fucking her ass as hard as I could. She had cum and cum.

In the shower, afterward, she had given me the best blow job of my entire life.

The next morning, after I'd told her how great it had been, she'd said, "my late husband thought anal and oral sex gross, but I love it. It's been a long time, a very very long time, since I had a good assfucking."

He husband had died a few months before of a sudden massive heart attack.

I'm fifty-eight, and she's just thirty-six. I was very pleased with myself and proud to show her off. She's strikingly beautiful, and she's Korean-American. She'd been adopted when she had been a baby.

But I'm not writing about her, although she plays a part. Instead, it's about her daughter.

We'd been dating for a few weeks when she finally confessed that she had a daughter, an eighteen-year-old daughter.

"I had her when I was eighteen myself."

"You were married that young?" I knew that she was Mormon, knew that Mormon girls were famous for staying virgins until they got married.

She giggled. "Not exactly, yes, but just not what you're thinking. I got knocked up. My parents are nice Anglo Mormons, and they didn't let me date until I was eighteen. I guess I was shy, so my parents set me up for a date, my very first with a nice Chinese-American boy, the son of the only Asian family in our congregation. Maybe they thought that because I was Korean and he was Chinese that we'd be a natural match. Other than his sisters, I was the only Asian girl at our church. My very first date, our first, we started kissing in his car after the movie, right in the movie house parking lot." She giggled. "He moved the car around back of the theater, once we started kissing, to a dark corner. I was such a horny little slut, I let him slip one past the goalie in the backseat, let him slip it to me three times, on our very first date, my very first date, actually. He never asked for another date, but I got knocked up, the very first time I had sex."

I laughed. I was surprised by her apparent honesty. So many women pretend that they are virgins or that they've only had one lover before.

"After I got knocked up, my parents watched me like a hawk and didn't let me date again. They married me off to a forty-seven year old widower when I was still knocked up. He adopted my daughter, treated her like his very own. He already had seven kids and didn't want any more. But he always said that 'eight is enough,' including my daughter as one of his own. So I did get married at eighteen, but, like I said, it wasn't like you thought."

We both laughed.

The next day, I met her daughter. Her daughter is beautiful too. Tall for an Asian, with b-cup breasts, and shy, at least at first.

A day later, I was spending the night. A week after that, I'd moved in.

Then it happened. My girlfriend was still at work. I was sitting in the living room, watching the TV news, when the girl came out in just her panties. I saw and my eyes must've gone wide, because she giggled nervously and covered herself with her hands and ran to her room.

Her mother walks around like that, in just her panties, in front of both of us, but I'm her boyfriend and the girl is her daughter.

I thought it an accident, but then the next afternoon, while her mother was at work and I was watching the news, she did it again. Only this time, she didn't cover up. Instead, she sat on the couch next to me, me at one end, her at the other.

"Does it bother you, that I'm just in my panties?"

"No, it doesn't bother me, but I don't think that you should. Your mom wouldn't like it."

"My mom does it."

"Yes, but I'm her boyfriend."

"She wouldn't care."

I didn't want to argue with the girl, especially not so early in our relationship and not with her mother away.

We sat there, watching TV, with me completely dressed and the girl in just her panties. After my news, she watched her own shows, while I read.

A few minutes before her mother got home, she went into her own room.

I was wondering whether I should say something to her mother, wondering what I should say, when the girl came out in just her panties again, this time right in front of her mother.

I glanced at my girlfriend, expecting her to say something, and she did.

"Joyce, we have company. You're making Mike uncomfortable."

"He lives here now, so he's not company. Besides, he said that he doesn't mind. He was just worried that you wouldn't like it."

"I guess it doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother him." She giggled. "But Joyce, don't complain to me if he stares at you. You have gorgeous titties and a sexy butt. He's going to look at you."

"I don't care if he stares."

That night, in bed, my girlfriend said, "You're my second boyfriend since my husband died. It only lasted for a few weeks, but I suspect that he fooled around with her. She never acted that way before."

"That's terrible."

She laughed. "I'm not the jealous type. He'd always come to bed very horny, and I loved that."

She took my cock into her hand and stroked it. "If you want to think about my daughter's titties, I don't mind." She leaned down and took my growing cock into her mouth, taking the whole thing right in, and began to bob her head up and down.

"Sweetie, if you keep that up, I'm gonna cum in your mouth. Don't you wanna get fucked?"

She didn't answer. Instead she bobbing up and down, sucking and sucking. I moaned and shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed all of it.

"I love to suck your cock."

I laughed.

She asked, "Wanna watch me masturbate?"

"Of course." She always masturbated when I fucked her ass or her pussy, but we had never done that before with me just watching her.

She dabbed a drop of KY on the tip of her index finger and opened her legs wide and began to stroke her clit. She get's waxed bare.

She stroked her clit as she told me a story about herself.

"When I had my eighteenth birthday, my uncle Bob came over. He was my father's brother, my adopted father's brother. He'd come over when I was home alone, so it was just the two of us. He pulled me over his knee to give me my birthday spanking. He hadn't done that, given me a birthday spanking, in a very long time, not since I'd been little. He pulled up my skirt and pulled down my panties too, something he'd never done before. I was giggling, but I was scared and nervous. I was still a virgin and had never been on a date, never held a boy's hand, never been kissed, and no one had ever done something, anything, like that to me before. I wore a one-piece bathing suit when I went swimming and felt very self-conscious then. Over his knee, with him giving me my birthday spanking, my butt was bare and my panties were not just pulled down far enough to uncover my plump little rump, but instead he had pulled them all the way down to my ankles. He smacked my butt, counting out loud. He tickled my butt and my thighs too. He smacked closer and closer to my pussy. He pretended to loose count, so that he had had to start over several times. He smacks got closer and closer and closer, making circles around my little pussy, on my butt cheeks, on my thighs, his smacks hard enough to smart, but not hard enough to actually hurt. I'd never masturbated before, never been touched by a guy before, never came before even from a dream. But his smacking my rump and my thighs, my giggling and my nervous fear, I had the absolute best orgasm of my life. My whole body shook. And he kept smacking my butt and thighs, and I just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. He didn't touch me that day, other than his spanking me. He didn't say anything to me about what had happened. Instead, he took me on his lap and put his arm around me. My panties were still around my ankles, but my skirt was back in place. He brought out a polished little rosewood box, with fancy inlays of mother of pearl in the shape of a butterfly and flowers and even hummingbirds, that he had made himself for me. It held a gold necklace with pearls, my birthday present. After that, every day after school, I went over his place. I wore my regular skirts, but I always left my panties at home. He had a workshop in the garage were he did carpentry as a hobby. He fingered me every day after school, fingered my pussy and my butthole. He taught me to masturbate and taught me to suck his big cock. I loved it, absolutely loved every minute of it. He didn't fuck me until after I got knocked up, and we never did of that again after I got married. But I would've gone back every day, all my married life, if he would've let me."

She stopped talking. I watched her as she polished her little clit. She moaned and cried out. Her hips rose almost a full foot off the bed as she came.

I was hard again.

"Fuck me," she said.

I climbed on top of her and put it in her. She reached down between us to rub her clit some more.

She whispered, "He'd bend me over one of the woodworking machines and finger my butthole with two fingers while I masturbated. After I got pregnant, he used to fuck me that way, in my plump little butt or in my pussy, while I rubbed my clit."

I fucked her and she stroked her clit. I reached under her and pushed a finger up her ass. She cried out and came again. I had cum only a few minutes before, so I didn't cum quickly. Instead I kept fucking her and fingering her butt at the same time.

But I was thinking about her daughter's tits and about her pantie-clad butt. I'd noticed a hint of camel-toe when she'd come in, with her bare b-cup breasts swaying back and forth, as I was watching the news.

The next day, after school, when her daughter came out of her room in just her panties, I was sitting in the middle of the couch. I usually sat at the end next to the lamp, so that I could read the paper during the commercial breaks or when they did one of their many fluff pieces, but I wanted to be right next to her, if she chose to sit next to me.

And she did sit right next to me, just in her panties again. They were hot pink.

I turned toward her and asked about her day. She told me a story about something that she thought very funny that had happened in one of her classes, a dumb prank that a boy had pulled on one of her teachers.

I laughed and put my hand on her knee for a moment. As we talked, I touched her knee again, and then her thigh.

She laughed at something I'd said and touched my own thigh.

I stroked the inside of her thigh, close to her knee, but nothing blatant. She slid her butt forward a little and leaned back and her knees parted a few inches too, as if she were making herself more comfortable, but in doing so, my hand my hand slid several inches further up the inside of her thigh.

I stroked the inside of her thigh.

"Your skin is nice and warm and smooth."

"Thank you. You like it?"

"Yes, I do."

"Tell me the truth. Does it bother you, my walking around in just my panties?"

"No, not at all."

"Are you sure? Seeing my little titties doesn't bother you? I could stop, if it does." She was teasing me. She could tell that I liked looking at them and liked looking at her in just her panties.

"I like that color pink. It's a good color for you."

"You think so?"

I looked right at her breasts and she breathed in a little and thrust them out a little.

"You're a very pretty girl."

"You really think so?"

"Yes, of course."

"It doesn't bother you that I'm Asian?"

"No, of course not."

"I'm glad."

"I'm with your mom, after all." Of course her mother was Asian too.

"You acted like it bothered you, that it makes you uncomfortable, seeing my titties and seeing me just in my panties."

"I was surprised, that's all. It's your home. You should be able to dress in it like you want. Besides, guys enjoy seeing a pretty girl naked."

She giggled. "I'm not naked. I have my panties on."

I laughed. "Well, almost naked."

"Do you like seeing a girl naked?"

"Yes."

I was still lightly stroking the inside of her thigh.

She giggled again, "Sometimes, when my mom's not home, I don't even wear my panties. Would that bother you?"

"No, but I'd stare at your pussy the way that I stare at your titties sometimes, even more I bet."

"I guess I wouldn't mind you looking. It's just more comfortable without my panties."

"It's your home, our home. You can wear whatever you want."

"Can I take them off right now?"

"Sure, I guess, if you want to."

"Okay. Just don't tell my mom."

She lifted up and pulled them down and off and put them on the coffee table.

I was looking right at her pussy. It was bare. Her mother waxed.

"It's okay if you look." She even opened her legs a few inches to give me a good look.

She was leaking a white foam.

"Wow, you're beautiful."

"Thank you."

I was really looking, doubtless with my eyes wide,

"I get wet sometimes." She reached down and scooped up some of the foam and held it out for me to see.

I smelled it and then took her wrist and tasted it.

She giggled. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes."

"Promise not to tell anyone, especially my mom?"

"I promise."

"Jay, my mom's old boyfriend, used to finger me and lick me down there."

"Wow."

"Yeah. I'd come from school and he'd do it every afternoon, right here, on the couch. After my dad died, my mom started walking around in just her panties, so I did too. We were alone; we had the whole house to ourselves. I was already 18 then. One time, after my mom's new boyfriend started coming over, I didn't know that he was here, and he saw me, saw me in just my panties. I was scared, afraid he'd tell my mom. He called me over and told me that it was okay, that he didn't mind and that he wouldn't tell my mom. He told me that I was very pretty and that he just wanted to touch me, that it would give him please to touch me. He touched my breasts, squeezed them and sucked them. It felt so good. And then he put his hand inside my panties and fingered me, and that was very good. Then he got my panties off and started licking me, and that was the best. He was Mormon too. One time my mom came home and caught the two of us in the living room, with me in my panties. She didn't say anything, but I guess he stopped coming over after that, got scared maybe or just too weirded-out."

I remembered something. My girlfriend called to say that she was coming home, always giving a time estimate, always at least half an hour's warning. She always said, "I'll be home in half an hour. I just called to let you and Abby know." Abby is her daughter.

I asked, "Would you like me to lick you?"

"I'd love it."

I asked, "Our secret?"

"I promise. You promise too."

"I promise."

I touched her wet pussy and pushed a finger into her. I was surprised to feel her hymen.

"Did he only finger you with one finger?"

"Yes. He said that I'd want to stay a virgin."

"You two never had sex?"

"Never. I never even saw his penis, never touched it, nothing."

"What else did he do to you?"

"Nothing. He would lick me and suck my breasts, and then mom would come home. They'd go in her room to make love."

"Did you have any boyfriends?"

"No. My dad was strict. My mom's kinda strict too. Even though I'm eighteen, I'm not supposed to go out. She said that she's worried that I'll get knocked up like she did."

"I can't get you pregnant. I had an operation."

"Are you gonna fuck me too?"

"Yes, if you let me."

She giggled but didn't object.

"I want you to suck me too."

"You'll have to teach me."

I was still fingering her wet pussy, but I pushed in a second finger, tearing a bigger whole in her hymen.

I got on the floor and pulled her by her skinny legs, grasping her by the spot right about her knees, and pulled her whole body to the edge of the couch.

She giggled.

I pushed her legs open and pressed my face into her pussy and licked her.

She reached down and put one hand on the top of my head.

"Oh, that's so good."

I licked around and around her clit without touching it.

I wanted her really wet and excited but didn't want her to cum.

I probed her wet pussy with two fingers, even feeling her floating little uterus, while I licked her clit.

I reached down and and undid my belt and pants and pulled them and my boxers down.

I got up between her legs and whispered, "It's time."

She looked scared, and she giggled nervously. I pulled her so that her butt was dangling a little off the edge of the couch.

Just as I was about to put it in her, I noticed that my index and middle finger were red with blood.

"I'm gonna get a towel."

"Okay."

I got a big dark towel quickly. I didn't want to give her time to change her mind.

I put it under her and then got between her legs again.

I held my cock at the entry to her pussy. 

"Ready?" I asked.

"I guess."

I pushed my hard cock forward and firmly. I pushed hard and then harder. I pulled back a little and pushed hard again and felt something tear.

"It hurts."

"It does the first time, sweetie."

She giggled. "You call mom 'sweetie.'"

I laughed and pushed harder and felt her hymen tore even more.

My cock went in slowly, but it went in, all the way in.

"It's in."

She giggled nervously but didn't say anything.

I started to fuck her, pushing it in and pulling it out, stroking in and out.

She looked surprised. "That's so weird. It burns a little, hurts a little, but it's just weird, so weird."

I fucked her harder and then harder still.

"I'm gonna cum, gonna cum. Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's so good."

I came inside her pussy.

I leaned over her and kissed her on the mouth, and she giggled.

We got up and went into the bathroom. I washed up in the sink and she took a shower.

It only took me a couple minutes. She had her panties on when she came out of the bathroom, but that was all she had on.

Just then, the phone rang.

It was her mother. She said, "I'll be home in half an hour. Just calling to let you guys know that I'm on my way."



Stepdaughter Surprise



Daughter joins mum and I

I remember Lynne walking in on us one night, we were both stark naked on top of bed, Sandra was sat on my cock facing away from me towards the door that Lynne walked through. We were being a bit noisy as it was one of her favourite positions, Lynne must have been woken by us and had a good view of my stiff cock as her mum got off.

Lynne got into bed with us, we all snuggled up on our right hand sides, with Sandra in the middle, I got a bit touchy feely as Sandra was obviously still aroused and she let me enter her from behind. 

Lynne just had her short nightie on and was pushed back into her mum. I had my left hand over them both resting on Lynne's tummy and my right arm under both of their heads. Sandra had put her left hand back and guided my cock, which was very stiff and sticky from earlier penetration, into her then put it back round my bum and pulled me in. I was gently, slowly pushing in and out, kissing her neck and rubbing Lynne's tummy at the same time. I couldn' t thrust in case she got scared at the movement so I was very gentle. My cock was really thick and feeling like he was being sucked hard by her, the neck of her pussy tightened like a rubber band round the base of him.

Sandra's hand came back and rested on top of mine which I let lazily rub up and down Lynne's tummy in time with my short thrusts. I was able to gradually feel her boobs and was just grazing over her nipples, returning to her tummy so as not to make it too obvious. I could feel Sandra contracting her bum to squeeze me and also sensed she was getting agitated and frustrated.

I let my hand drift downwards onto Lynnes bare thigh gently moving it back up bringing the edge of her nightie with it. Left it there for a few moments in case either resisted, Sandra's hand was still on top of mine, our fingers intertwined, she squeezed my hand as I slid up under the edge of the nightie onto Lynne's bare tummy.

I let it rest again and concentrated on my cock inside her, I was flicking it upwards, wiggling it inside her, rather than thrusting, letting it grow. It was pushed down at an odd angle because of the cuddling so was hitting her front wall consistently which had Lynnes bum snuggled tightly up against it the other side. It felt really thick and she was the tightest I had ever known her almost painfully strangling the base of him. She was struggling to contain herself just squeezing and clenching, I think she felt really content and safe with Lynne in her arms.

My left hand started to explore again but this time under her nightie moving upwards towards the curve of her buds. They were blossoming by now and my hand cupped one gently the nipple protruding between mine and Sandra's fingers. She hardly stirred being really sleepy and comfortable but I withdrew it again so as not to make it too obvious. 

I was getting to the point where my orgasm was building and I was getting turned on by Sandra's insistent squeezing and wiggling against him and the gentleness of us both caressing Lynne. I allowed our fingers to trace down her tummy again the tips of them reached the extreme of her pubic hair which was thick and luxurious. I gently twirled our finger tips into it but stayed there for a moment to concentrate on thrusting short insistent strokes into Sandra, rolling up hard against her bum. She lifted her left leg up back over mine letting me in deeper, opening the angle to her pussy. This also had the effect of rolling Lynne back slightly allowing my fingers to delve more easily onto her mound. 

Lynne's left arm was up as if she was suckling her thumb allowing us to rub her tummy but as I carefully moved downwards I found her right hand was buried between her thighs, clasping her pussy. Whether it was deliberate or habit I don't know, Sandra didn't seem shocked by it and didn't attempt to pull back but I gently returned to rubbing her little plump tummy and concentrated on emptying my aching balls which had been aroused for ages.

To get the angle I needed to orgasm I let go of them both leaning my body away from them pushing Sandra forward against Lynne with my thrusting, finally expelling my cum deep into a sucking throbbing pussy. This made me exhale loudly, something which I had been supressing during the whole event Lynne stirred and turned over to cuddle into her Mum's bare body as I recovered before drifting off into a deep satisfied sleep.



Stepdaughter Terri & Friends



Chapter 1

I don’t really know when my dislike for clothing began but it was probably during the summer when I was 11. I lived next door to a family with two girls, DeeDee and Amy. One day they were over at our house and we’d been watching cartoons. It was a hot day and no one had AC at that time. Dee, who was almost two years older than me, started complaining about how hot it was and how boring the cartoons were. Next thing I knew the three of us were outside building a makeshift tent/fort using lawn furniture and old sheets. Soon we had the complex complete and we went inside. 

As soon as we were inside and the sheets back in place Amy and Dee pulled their tops up and over their heads. Like I said, Dee was almost two years older, about a month from being 13, than me and just beginning to develop breasts, actually they were more like a swollen areola, but to my young eyes they were gorgeous. The two girls turned and looked at me, Amy spoke up, “well take off your clothes, you’ll be cooler.” So without a thought I stripped off down to my shorts. By the time I was to that point they were already totally nude and sitting crossed leg on the blanket playing.

Still wearing my shorts I sat down to join them. Dee looked at me and rolled her eyes. “No silly,” she said, “Take off your underwear too.”

I hesitated and gulped hard. Dee laughed and whispered something to Amy, then turned to me, “Take’em off or you have to leave, only nekkid people play here.”

I looked at Amy and back at Dee, actually at her little buds, and hooked my thumbs in the waist of my shorts. I took a deep breath and they were off.

We spent the rest of that summer playing together, mostly in the nude, unless our parents were nearby. We got few chances during the school year to play our games, but we picked back up the following summer, until we were caught one hot June afternoon. The girls explained they had started it all, but I was the boy so I was at fault. We were all punished and after that our time together was closely monitored. 

Dee and Amy’s family moved across town just before school started that fall, and about a year later my dad was reassigned, so any further chance of fun and games with my two friends was over.

I knew one thing for sure after that summer, I didn’t like wearing clothes and I didn’t care if anyone knew. For the rest of my years at home I would wear as little as possible when others were around and if no one else was around I wore nothing. The neighbor ladies caught me on several occasions during my teen years. My first real sexual experience came with one of them, but that’s another story. I would often mow the backyard in the buff and I would sun on the deck with only the oil to cover me, but none of them complained, And my younger sister’s friends got plenty of free looks when they were over. What none of them knew was that when it was just the two of us she was naked too. When I finished college and moved out I continued to be nude as much as possible, or at least as undressed as possible.

Chapter 2

This closet nudist lifestyle continued for years. After several years I met and married a woman who already had children from a previous marriage. When we met they were in elementary school, and as much I enjoyed my new wife and family I knew I would miss my freedom to be naked.

I have always done a lot of my work from home; it is one of the advantages of my field, so I did a lot of that work nude. In our first couple of years together I noticed the same carefree attitude about nudity present in my wife’s daughter that Dee and Amy had displayed years earlier. Terri, who was six when I first met her mom, would leave the bathroom door open all the time, when she finished her bath she would come to the living-room naked or in just a pair of panties. She slept in a T-shirt and panties or just panties. In the mornings she immediately stripped off the shirt and would come to the kitchen for orange juice wearing only panties. Her brother, on the other hand, would not leave his room without at least a pair of shorts and a T-shirt over his underwear. 

While not a closet nudist like me, Nancy, my wife, wasn’t a prude either. She would change clothes in front of the kids and would call them into the bathroom while she bathed or showered to talk to them. We both slept in the nude and the kids, especially Terri, had both joined us in bed under the covers many times, so our bodies were something they had seen before.

By the time she was almost ten Terri was beginning to display a few wisps of dark curly hair on her little mound. But her clothing habits were not changing. That same year Dennis, her 14-year-old brother, decided he wanted to go live with dad for a while
 A year later Nancy, Terri and I moved to another state for my job. We found a nice secluded house in the middle of 12 acres with an in-ground pool. We finally had a place where I could enjoy my nudity again, especially while Terri was at school and Nancy at work. We had just gotten most of the house arranged and were settling in pretty well at work, home and school; I was still doing most of my work from my home office. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was in my office when I heard Nancy come in from outside.

When I heard the outside door close again I looked up and saw she was carrying a towel and wearing a bathing robe. She walked past the window and out to the pool. As I watched I was amazed to see her shed her robe and dive naked into the pool. As I stood and watched her from the office window I began to play with my cock a little as I was getting turned on. Soon I had my cock out of my shorts and stroking my hard-on as I spied on my own wife skinny-dipping. 

By now my cock was rock hard when I heard a shuffle behind me, I looked out of the corner of my eye. It was Terri and she’d caught me with a full hard-on spying on Nancy. I didn’t know what to do, so I pretended I didn’t hear her, as I continued to jerk-off and hope she’d slip out quietly. She did but only for a few seconds, when she returned she was totally naked except for a pair of thong panties. Nancy had left the pool by now and was lying on a lounge enjoying the sun, and I was enjoying the view of her long body stretched out in the sun. I continued to pretend I didn’t know Terri was there but in the back of my head and in the little head in my hand there was no doubt she was there.

I shifted my position slightly as Terri continued to stand in the door watching me stroke my cock. I could now see both her mother by the pool and Terri’s reflection in a mirror on the wall. My cock began to throb and get harder in my hand as I watched Terri’s reflection, Then she was gone, heading toward the pool area. At first I feared she’d say something to her mother but then I saw her step from her panties and dive into the pool. 

Nothing was to occur again for sometime between Terri and I, not until she was 18. It happened that she caught me again in my office one day, supposedly working but in actuality reading one of the incest stories on the net, as her mother sunned out by the pool. I had been rubbing against my cock through my short and had a pretty good erection so I slipped the waist band down and began to stroke myself as I continued to read and think about the possibilities.

My concentration was suddenly broken, “Daddy!” Terri was standing directly beside me. Shit, I’d been caught again. 

“Should I ask what you’re doing? Or maybe why,” she said as she began to look at the story on the screen. 

I attempted to slip my cock back into my shorts as she read on, but she reached down and stopped me without taking her eyes off the screen. She finished reading the part on the screen and grinned, “sounds like fun,” she said. “I’ want to read some more, OK?” and she pushed the Page Down button on the keyboard. 

Terri continued to stand beside me and read, the story was getting her warmed up to, as her nipples swelled beneath her tight-cropped top. Terri’s hand on mine began to coax me to move up and down the shaft again. In a few seconds I was fully hard again. Terri released my hand and stepped back to the window where she could see her mother. As she stepped back toward my chair she pulled her top over her head and stopped to strip down her shorts quickly. Now she stood next to my chair wearing only a pair of pale green, silk thong panties. 

As she and I read on I continued to stroke my swollen dick slowly as Terri’s eyes shifted from the screen to my cock. My eyes were just as busy going from the screen to Terri’s breast and panty-covered cunt. After a few minutes she began to rub her mound through her panties, as one hand went to her orange-sized breast to cup and squeeze the tender flesh, pulling on her brownish nipple. 

Nancy was still lying in the sun on her back with her legs slightly spread. Her 38C breasts and large nipples rising and falling rhythmically as she was apparently dozing in the warmth of the day. I continued to pull on my cock as I shifted my gaze back and forth from my beautiful wife to my equally beautiful stepdaughter. Soon I noticed Terri’s hand was now inside her panties and she was rubbing her finger back and forth over what I assumed was her clit and her eyes were closed as she approached her orgasm.

I turned from the window and stood facing toward Terri on the other side of my chair. Her finger was now sliding into her crack and the squishy sounds of her pussy juices were evident. I continued to stroke my cock as I watched Terri bringing herself off. As her orgasm hit, her mouth opened and a moan escaped her lips she tugged hard on her nipple and pushed two fingers into her pussy. 

At the same time I felt the cum boiling through my balls and up the length of my cock. I pushed the chair away from between us. As her orgasm subsided and she began to open her eyes I felt the first rope of thick creamy cum surge up my cock and out of the purplish head. I watched Terri’s eyes and mouth as the first jet shot across the distance between us, striking her on her nipple. 

She stepped closer as another stream shot out to meet her, this time striking her on her stomach. Terri took another small step as she reached out and grasped my still hard dick. She pulled gently but firmly on me as another jet erupted on her forearm. She continued to pump on me until I had finished. Then she scooped the deposit from her breast and belly and smeared them across both breasts before licking the remainder from her fingers.

The head of my cock was still covered with the residue of my orgasm and a large gob of semen was threatening to lose its fight to stay attached to me. Terri slowly knelt in front of me and licked off the cum, letting my dick slide into her mouth for just a few seconds. She then stood pulled her thong to one side as she wiped the wetness from my cock in the auburn-colored hair of her pussy mound.

Without a word Terri turned her back to me, dropped her panties and left the room. A few seconds later I saw her dive into the pool as naked as she had left the room.

Chapter 3

I didn’t know what to do, or what had really just happened between Terri and I. All I did know was that Nancy could not find out and my life had just been changed forever.

I wasn’t sure what to expect or how I was going to handle any of it, I did know I had enjoyed what had happened, even if it was wrong. When the two finally came back in I had showered and dressed in a pair of gym shorts, sandals and a T-shirt, and was rummaging in the kitchen for something to eat. They both stopped as they entered the kitchen, still naked from their swim, and said they were going to shower.

Terri finished her shower first and joined me in the den. She was dressed and I tried to pretend nothing had happened, which wasn’t easy because being near her made me want to do it again. She made no mention of what had occurred and instead asked if we could go rent a movie or maybe all go out and see a movie and have dinner. For her it seemed like it had been no big deal and it was over with. After several more minutes Nancy finally came in from her shower. I told her what Terri had suggested and when she agreed I went to change clothes.

At dinner I asked them about their swim and Nancy said she just felt like skinny-dipping. She went on, “…we don’t live real close to any of the other houses out there and I know I enjoy that privacy. I just thought it would be nice to be able to swim that way, and maybe even work in the yard in the buff. I’d get a great tan and it isn’t like we haven’t ever seen one another without clothes before.”

“Yeah, Dad, “ chimed in Terri. “I think being able to swim and be out doors naked would be fun. Don’t you?”

“Besides,” Nancy continued, “you know you don’t like clothes anyway.”

“Sounds fine to me.” I said, “But what about when Terri’s friends are around, or if someone should come up unexpectedly? We might get caught with our family’s proverbial pants down.”

Nancy grinned, and looked over at Terri, “So what.” she finally said, “I’m not ashamed of anything I’ve got and I don’t think you or Terri are either.”

“Yeah, Dad, it isn’t a big deal to me,” stated Terri. “And you’ll usually know if any of my friends are coming over. Not that you’d have to hide from any of them.”

“Hey guys, wait a minute. I’m not arguing or trying to change your minds, I just want to know that you know what could happen. If you both want to hang out in the buff all the time, then great. The rules are simple, dress as you feel and enjoy life,” With that the dress code at our house was changed for good.

Nothing else happened between Terri and I and nothing was mentioned about it by either of us. The weeks slipped by and Nancy began to take on more responsibilities at her job. Nancy’s new responsibilities included occasional trips out of town usually only overnight but sometimes for a week or so at a time. 

Terri was involved with clubs at school and in dance so she stayed fairly busy, one of her friends usually brought her home from school. I always knew when she’d be home so I’d slip on a pair of shorts until I knew they were gone. If she had dance practice Nancy would pick her up from dance on her way home from work. 

Terri had also added a couple of very attractive young friends to her circle, Melissa and Jane. Melissa was a few months older than Terri and Jane a little younger. Melissa was about 5’9” with true blonde hair and features. She weighed about 130 lb. with wavy golden blonde hair down to about the middle of her back. She had pale blue-green eyes with pouty full lips and measured out at about 38C-25-37. Jane was shorter at only about 5’2” and about 112 lb., she had dark almost raven black straight hair, which came to just at her shoulders, with dark brown eyes. She was darker skinned than either Terri or Melissa. I would say her tits were a little bigger than Melissa’s, probably a full D-cup, about 36D-23-35.

One day Melissa brought Terri home from school and stayed around for a while. I had put on some shorts and a shirt and was working in my office when the girls arrived. 

Terri came into the office, “Daddddy,” she whined. ”Melissa’s parents have to go out of town for a few days. We’ve got a big test at school and she doesn’t want to miss any days before the test. Can she stay here with us while they’re gone? Please?”

“When are they leaving,” I asked. “And how long will you need to stay Melissa? I really don’t mind you staying I just want to know the specifics and that it’s okay with your folks.”

“Oh, they don’t mind Terri and I asked them last night. They’ll be gone about a week maybe 10 days,” Melissa said as she looked from me to Terri. “I brought some clothes with me because they are leaving first thing tomorrow and I thought if it was okay I’d stay here tonight.”  I hesitated for a second before saying, “OK, go bring your stuff in and get settled in the guest room. Then call and let you parents know you’ll be staying here.”

As Melissa headed back to her car to get her clothes Terri wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed, “Thanks Dad, you won’t regret this. And don’t worry about the house rules, Melissa already knows about them.” She spun around and ran after Melissa before I could react.  

I heard the girls come back in and then I heard them in the guestroom putting away Melissa’s clothing and getting her settled in. Terri stuck her head back in a few minutes later, “Dad, we’re going to fix ourselves a sandwich or something than we’ll do our homework. Do you want anything?”

“Yeah, Terri what did you mean about Melissa knowing the house rules?” I asked 

Before Terri could respond the phone began to ring. Terri grabbed it quickly, “Oh, Hi mom. Yeah, he’s right here, just a minute.” She handed me the phone and headed back to the kitchen as I raised the phone to my ear.

“Hi sweet…”

Nancy broke in; “I have to go to Seattle tonight. Can you meet me with a suitcase and clothing for a week? You know what I’ll need and I’ll pickup whatever you forget.”

“Well, sure,” I said. “How much time do you have?”

“The flight leaves in about 21/2 hours,” she said. “Meet me at the mall parking lot in about 40 minutes, near the Oak Street entrance. Have Terri help you pack.”

“OK, I’ll be there.”

Chapter 4

Terri and I rushed around and got everything we could think of for Nancy and I changed and headed to meet her. I put the bags in her car when she got there and headed back to the house.

The girls were in Terri’s bedroom doing their homework when I got home. I stuck my head in to check on them. Terri was sitting at her desk, totally naked, working on her calculus; Melissa was working on hers sprawled across Terri’s bed in her bra and panties.

“Hi daddy, momma on her way?” Terri asked

“Yeah, she’ll call us when she gets to the hotel,” I responded without taking my eyes off of Melissa’s firm ass.

“You girls wanna go get a pizza or something?”

“Sure, can we go like this,” Terri asked. “It’s getting dark outside and no one would know, You can go in and get it and bring it home.”

“Oh, yeah, your mother would love that,” I said.

“Please,” Melissa chimed in, “we’ll stay in the car and we won’t ever tell anyone.”

“You girls must think I’m crazy. You can’t drive into town with no clothes on,” I said.

“Why not daddy? We’ll stay down in the car and never tell, we promise.”

“You don’t have to get dressed, but grab a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, both of you and I’ll call the order in. Okay?”

“Yes, sir,” they said in chorus as they jumped up to grab their clothing. 

Melissa ran past me in the doorway, stopping to kiss me on the cheek, on her way to the guestroom.

By the time I called in the order the girls were in the entry hall waiting for me. Melissa had changed to a thong and a lacy almost transparent bra; Terri was still naked except for a pair of sandals.

We went to the car and headed into town to pick up our dinner. I have to admit it was exciting sitting in a car with a couple of young beauties sitting next to me in the front seat, one in her birthday suit and the other in not much more. I parked the car away from the entrance to the shop and went in to get our pizza. The girls waited patiently in the car.

When I cam back out I put the pizza in the back seat and got back behind the wheel to head home. I didn’t pay attention when I first got in but then I realized something had changed. Terri was no longer seated in the middle next to me, She and Melissa had changed places, which meant one or both of them had gotten out of the car while we were in the parking lot.

I pretended not to notice and headed the car back to the house. As we pulled up to a stoplight Melissa leaned forward and reached behind her back. Before the light could change Melissa had shrugged her bra off and she was nude from the waist up. 




Stepdaughter Terri & Friends



Terri leaned forward and smiled over at me saying, “See, this is fun dad, I mean how many guys your age wouldn’t love to have a couple of naked teenage girls riding around with them in their car?”

As the light changed I looked down at Melissa’s breasts in the light of the streetlights around us. Damn but I wanted to grab hold of them and see just how tasty they really were. 

Melissa leaned up against me, the nipple of her left breast rubbing against the back of my arm as I held the wheel. The heat and pressure from her leaning and pressing herself harder against me was definitely a distraction as I tried to keep my mind on getting us back home. As we left the lights of the city streets and turned on to the country road leading out to our house Melissa sat back up away from me. “Are you comfortable like that?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Terri and I are almost naked but you have your clothes on, that isn’t fair to you. Terri’s told me you don’t like to wear clothes.” She informed me.

“That’s true,” I said, “but I don’t think your parents would like my being naked around you, or for that matter you being in a bra and panty. Let alone naked around me.”

“They don’t know,” she stated flatly, “they don’t need to know, and they won’t know unless you tell. And you wouldn’t do that, would you?”

“Daddy won’t say anything,” Terri spoke up. “He’s always likes your boobies and your ass anyway Missy, haven’t you ever noticed?”

“Terri…wha, what are you saying?” I stammered.

“It’s true daddy, you know it is. I’ve seen you looking at Missy’s titties before, and I’ve seen your hard dick leaking pre-cum after she’s left from bringing me home. Especially when she’s wearing something tight or not wearing a bra.”

“Well,” she continued, “she’s not wearing one now and you can look if you want, …maybe even more.”

“And the panties don’t cover my ass cheeks,” Melissa spoke up. “See,” she said as she rolled hard over toward Terri, exposing her firm butt cheeks to me almost completely, “Terri told me you like thong panties.”

By now my cock was straining against my shorts and wanting to get out badly, and we were just turning up the drive to the house. 

“OK, OK I give,” I spoke up finally. “Yes I think Melissa has a nice body, that’s even more reason I really should keep these shorts on. Besides, two young gals like yourselves shouldn’t be interested in an old cock like mine. I’m sure there are plenty of young guys at school more than willing to share their equipment with you both.”

“Probably so,” spoke up Melissa, “but they don’t know how to use ‘em.”

“At least not very…OOPS,” added Terri, catching herself at the last moment.

“And how,” I asked, “do you know that young lady? Who’s been trying to share his cock with you?”

“No one daddy, really. I just hear the other girls talking about it and they talk about how clumsy the guys are and how big or small their cocks are. That’s all, really, I promise.”

“Okay,” I said smiling at her, “at your age I didn’t figure you didn’t know about some of it by now.”

I pulled the car up in front of the house and we all went in to share our dinner.

I turned on the television and the girls got us something to drink and brought it into the den. In the light of the house it was even harder for me to keep my eyes off of Melissa’s great boobs. They were large, like I said, about 38C, but there was no sag at all and they swayed and bounced ever so gently as she walked. Her nipples were a deep rosy pink, and slightly puffy around the areola. They looked like they were made for sucking on 24 hours a day. From the edges of her thong panty a few wisps of slightly darker blonde hair framed the cloth. Terri made a great contrast to her long and leggy friend. Standing only 5’2” and weighing 105 lb. She had dark auburn hair on top and below. The hair on her pussy was very thick and yet silky to the touch. Her breasts were a nice handful at 34B and her nipples were always hard and semi-erect, sticking out about ½-inch long. 

With the camouflage afforded me by the pizza box I had made it to the den without either of the girls noticing my hard-on and the tent it was causing in my shorts. I sat in my recliner and used a throw pillow to continue to hide behind as the girls brought in the drinks and napkins. Terri and Melissa sat on the sofa and ate. The problem came when I finished my pizza and I had to move to get some more. The Pizza was on the table directly in front of the girls. I tried to stay stooped over so they might not notice my predicament and it almost worked. Until I went to sit back down. The pillow slipped and I had to decide which to grab, my pizza or the pillow. I opted for the pizza and Terri and Melissa looked up then right back down at my prominent erection pushing against the front of my gym shorts.

Melissa was the first to speak, “That doesn’t look very comfortable.”

“Yeah daddy,” added Terri, “why don’t you get comfortable like me and Missy?

You know your hard-on won’t embarrass or bother me, I’ve seen it before,” she continued, punctuating the statement with a wink as she let her tongue move slowly across her upper lip.

She was definitely not helping me any, and my cock noticed it too as it throbbed and seemed to swell even more inside my shorts.

“Just eat your pizza, I’ll think about it,”

The girls finished eating and as Melissa bent to pick up the empty pizza box I knew I couldn’t stand it any more. She had come around the table and bent with her ass towards me. The small strip of cloth riding between her ass cheeks seemed to wink and entice me further. My cock throbbed again within its thin confines, pushing the material further out as it stretched for freedom. 

As the girls left the room I caught myself stroking my dick inside my shorts. I was glad the girls had finally left the room, a few more minutes of their kind of torment and I knew I’d have my dick in my hand and working on a big load.

Chapter 5

I continued to sit and watch television, running the vision of Melissa’s large sweet pink- tipped orbs and how they swayed as she walked or bent over, through my mind. Continuing to rub my still hard cock every few seconds. All the time halfway wishing they would both return while almost fearing it at the same time. After several minutes I figured the girls must have gone back to finish their homework, so I decided to take advantage of the situation. I turned down the TV a little, just so I’d hear if either of the girls came back in, and slipped my shorts down to my knees and wrapped my hand around my cock to get the load off my mind.

I closed my eyes as I settled into a rhythm and began to squeeze so as to bring the first couple of gobs of pre-cum to the tip to use as lubricant. I continued to work as I thought of Melissa and I kept coming back to her ass as she bent to retrieve the pizza box, and then the picture changed to Terri’s face as she licked her lip and winked. Suddenly I felt the same feeling I had felt years before, remembering the touch of Terri’s tongue on the tip of my cock as she took the last of my semen on that one day. GOD what a great feeling.

As I closed out everything around me and brought myself closer to the edge I heard the doorbell ring. “Damn,” I thought to myself, "who can that be." The girls ran past the open door of the den on their way to the front door. Both of them were totally naked, and me sitting there with my cock in my hand coated with my own pre-cum. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and throbbing on the verge of exploding. 

I grabbed my shorts and tried to pull them up quickly, I knew there was little hope of being able to hide the hard-on without a wall or pillow or something to stand behind. Suddenly the image of the girls running past the door in the nude registered. I got my shorts up as I heard a third young voice, one I knew well. They had called and asked Jane to come over, without saying anything to me.

The girls were just inside the door, when I stuck my head around the corner, “What are you girls doing? Go put some clothes on!”

“Oh daddy, Jane knows about our little nudist colony and she asked if she could come over too. She just wanted to work on homework with us and if you didn’t mind, she can spend the night and we’ll all go to school in the morning together, please?”

“Okay, you girls go finish your homework. Jane can spend the night and all of you can take one car to school tomorrow morning,” I said. “Now go, get the work done. I’ll be in the den watching TV.”

As I turned to go back to the den, Jane and Terri both spoke up, “Thank you,” they said. Melissa added in ”Is it okay if Janey gets comfortable too? She looks overdressed right now.”

As I turned to answer Jane was pulling her top over her head exposing her braless young tits to my gaze. God what a night six-sweet, firm, teenage boobs and me with a raging hard-on and no one to take care of it for me. “Yes, she can get ‘comfortable’ too. Now go, I said.” I turned my back and went back to my chair, letting my hand rub across my dick as I walked away. I didn’t realize Melissa was right behind me as I rubbed myself.

“You still haven’t gotten comfortable Mr. Donnel and that big lump looks awful anxious to get out,” she said. “And if you rub it anymore it may get your shorts wet,” she added with a little giggle.

I stopped and turned quickly; Melissa had no chance to stop before running right into me. Her firms, young breasts, with their semi-erect nipples were pushed right into my chest as I faced her. “I guess you’re right, I think I will get comfortable, after you girls go do your homework, OK?”

“Oh, alright,” she said, “can’t I help,” she asked as she let the back of her hand brush across my tented shorts.

“Go, now!”

During the little exchange Jane had slipped out of the rest of her clothing and was standing next to Terri directly behind Melissa. God, this was making me crazy. Jane touched Melissa’s shoulder, “…come on let’s do our homework,” turning and going down the hall towards Terri’s room. Terri turned and followed, and Melissa turned to join them, giving my dick a gentle squeeze as she left.

I went back to my chair and settled back in to finish what I had started. I started rubbing my cock through my shorts, paying attention for any noise coming down the hall. After a few minutes I started getting back into the rhythm, I had been alone for a few minutes with no sign of life from the girls, I decided I was safe.

Standing up I lowered my shorts and stepped out of them. My cock isn’t huge but it gets the job done, it’s about 51/2” long and fat, about 61/2 inches around and the head is like a large ripe plum when I’m hard.

I settled back in my chair and began running mental images of the three lovelies through my mind’s eye as I gently began to tug at my cock shaft again. With a couple of gentle squeezes the pre-cum began to flow again to lubricate my cock. Soon my dick was throbbing and moving on it’s own as I brought myself close to the edge. As I got near I would squeeze the base of my cock and slow the stroking to keep from cumming to soon. I kept this up for about 30 or 40 minutes, stopping myself from blowing my load three times. My hand and cock were covered in the slimy, fluid my cock was constantly pumping from the piss slit.

I had tuned out everything around me and my eyes were closed as I prepared to bring my self off imagining just how great Melissa’s blonde topped cunt would taste while Terri caught my load in her sweet little mouth. As I neared the edge one last time I heard something that made me open my eyes. There in front of me were all three of the girls, watching intently as I continued to pump my cock. 

Melissa moved in next to the left side of my chair, leaning towards me as her hand made contact with my chest and slid down to grasp my hand as I continued to pump my dick. Jane came around to the other side of my chair kneeling to get her tits against my arm. Terri slid in beside Melissa, cupping and fondling first her own breasts and then Melissa’s. “I’m hungry daddy,” Terri said slyly, “and they already know about the other time.” As I watched and pumped Terri leaned across and slowly licked and sucked on Melissa’s beautiful pink nub.

Releasing Melissa’s breast she stepped back to the foot of the chair and knelt in front of me. Terri took Melissa’s hand from mine and licked the pre-cum from her fingers. The sight was too much.

My cock jerked and bucked as the first stream of the thick, creamy jizz boiled out of the tip shooting into her face. Before the next shot could shoot up the length of my cock Terri had wrapped her beautiful full, red lips around the head, and begun to lick the underside, sucking firmly but gently to get the next deposit. 

Two more shots filled her mouth and she let some of it drip from between her lips and roll down the sides of my cock and onto my balls. As my orgasm subsided Terri stood up and approached Jane with her mouth full of my jizz. I watched closely as she closed the gap to Jane who had opened her mouth and was waiting to share my cum with my own daughter. Terri dribbled about half of the load into Jane’s mouth then let the rest of it run down her chin and onto her puffy nippled right breast for Jane to lick off.

As I watched this erotic sight I felt my cock beginning to stir once more. The twitching was quickly accompanied by a gentle squeeze and a kiss from a pair of soft wet lips. I looked down to see Melissa gently kissing and licking around the head and underside of my cock. "Aren't you glad you finally decided to get comfortable Mr. Donnel,” she asked.

As I continued to enjoy Melissa’s expert tongue work on my cock I was hard-pressed to tear my attention from the sight of my daughter and Jane as they took turns licking and sucking each other’s tits, and fingering one another’s juicy young pussies. As I watched Jane’s fingers slip through the thick hair around Terri’s cunt I realized what a great variety I had before me as I spotted Jane’s hairless snatch, shaved as clean and smooth as the day she was born.

Soon Melissa had my cock back at full attention and I knew this would probably be my last one for the night, even with these three beauties to keep me company. Jane and Terri were now on the floor and Melissa was still kneeling in front of me, slowly stroking and sucking my dick. I decided I wanted to join the other two on the floor. I pushed Melissa gently back onto the floor and straddled her chest. I placed my hands on each side of her chest and began to push her titties together around my cock. With my dick firmly clamped between her boob I began to slide between them wanting to shoot my wad in her gorgeous face and all over her sweet nipples. Jane and Terri began to move around in front of Melissa and I as they changed positions. 

Soon Jane was on her back on the floor with Terri on her knees between her legs, using three fingers and an occasional lick to her bald pussy. Terri’s beautiful little dancer’s ass was pointed right at me as I continued to fuck Melissa’s tits. Her movement opened her pussy to my gaze and I knew I had to try.

I slid further up on Melissa dragging my dick across her face. As my cock got to her lips I stopped and pumped it into that hot little mouth three or four times, getting my shaft good and wet. Terri was down in a nose-to-clit position, with her ass high in the air, on Jane as she worked to bring Jane to another climax. I slipped y dick from Melissa mouth and slid quietly in behind Terri. As she rode back one more time I grabbed my dick and slid it between the soft wet fold of her outer pussy lips. Terri felt the head of my cock and rocked back, pushing her pussy down further on my cock.

I pushed on her ass cheeks and Terri rode up toward Jane. I was now on my knees and ready to push my cock the rest of the way into Terri. I pushed forward and slid half my cock into Terri’s juicy little hole. With another push I was all the way in. Terri was moaning loudly, even louder than Jane was.

I pulled back to the head of my cock and began to work Terri’s hot, tight cunt in a nice slow rhythm. I slowly began to pick up speed. Terri had forgotten about Jane’s pussy in front of her. “Oh God, Please daddy, Fuck me, fuck me hard, give me your cum.”


Melissa added her voice to Terri’s, “Fuck your daughter, come on, make her cum. Spill your sperm in her, and let me lick it out of her cunt!” 

In a second Jane was on her knees beside me, watching closely as my dick worked in and out of my beautiful stepdaughter’s pussy as she continued to finger her own pussy. “Oh damn that looks so good, fuck her, make her cum. Fill her pussy with your cum, make her your cum slut,” Jane yelled.

Melissa worked her way around until she could get below me so she had a good view of the action to, but she wanted more. As my cock continued to work into my daughter's love channel Melissa began to gently lick and suck on my heavy balls as they swayed beneath my shaft. After a few minutes I felt the cum starting to boil up in my balls. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.

I began to slow my strokes to make it last as long as I could, As I did I felt Melissa’s tongue ride up along the underside of my cock, licking Terri’s sweet pussy juices off as I slid back and forth. The action made me start picking up speed again 

“Gawd!! I’m cummmming,” I screamed. “Here it comes baby, her e it comes.” and as I said it I felt the first blast of cum shoot from my dick. I was on an up stroke as the first jet shot up her cunt. I continued to pump my cum out as I pushed my dick all the way to the hilt into Terri's pussy. As I felt the orgasm dying I pulled out and shot my last couple of shots into Melissa’s waiting mouth beneath me.

As Melissa worked on cleaning Terri’s and my juices off my slowly deflating cock Jane had crawled between Terri’s legs and was lapping my cum out of her cunt. God what a night. Man was I glad I had decided to get comfortable. Nancy was going to be gone a week and Melissa was staying or a week or more, I didn’t know whether or not I’d survive this week.



Stepdaughter Watches



The following story is based in truth, although some literary license has been taken. 

All persons are 18 or older.


It all started about a year ago. It was a Friday night and my wife and I were sitting in the living room watching a movie – No Way Out with Kevin Costner and Sean Young. Anyone who's seen it will never forget the very steamy limo scene between Costner & Young. 

Anyway, my wife and I were watching the movie and as the limo scene was playing out I was getting hard and my wife cuddled in close and began stroking my cock through my jeans. 

As you might imagine, one thing led to another and soon my wife was on her knees in front of me sucking me like the cock-sucking champ she is. Bathing my cock with her wet mouth... slow strokes on the underside with her tongue... licking and sucking on my balls... I knew she was hungry for my cum and she knew exactly how to milk me dry with her mouth while she fingered herself. 

As I was enjoying this incredible blowjob, I thought I detected movement out of the corner of my eye, over my right shoulder. 

My oldest stepdaughter, now a senior in high school, lived in a basement bedroom that had its own full bath. It was an awesome bachelorette pad, complete with a 'family room' area that included a wall mounted plasma tv and surround sound stereo. To get to the basement stairs, you had to walk from the living room through an arched opening into the kitchen and across the kitchen to a door leading to the stairs down into the basement. 

It was movement at the arched opening that caught my attention and as my wife continued to suck my cock I turned my head to see what drew my attention. As I turned my head I thought I saw someone duck behind the wall to the right of the opening. I realized it must be my stepdaughter and that she must've come upstairs to get something from the kitchen and heard the noises coming from the living room and when she saw what was happening, was peeping around the edge of the door watching her mother give me a world class blow job.

My first thought was, "What the fuck?!," but it was quickly replaced by a surge of hardness to my cock that even my wife noticed as I heard and felt her moan in response to my twitching cock in her mouth.

Perhaps now would be a good time to describe my stepdaughter. Ashley stands a petite 5'-3" and has the most incredibly perky 34C tits I've ever seen. Yes, I've seen them. She also has a set of hips and an ass that gets her noticed by men of all ages. All of this mounted atop a very, very nice set of legs – no doubt from all the exercise from being a cheerleader for all 4 of her high school years.

How have I seen her tits, you ask? Well, most nights, my routine at the end of the day is to walk the house, checking to make sure all doors are locked and everyone is tucked in safely before retiring to the master bedroom and joining my wife in bed.

During these security walkabouts, I would open the bedroom doors of my two stepdaughters and check to make sure they were tucked in. Often I would walk in and pull the covers up over them if they had kicked them off. When Ashley moved to the basement for her senior year of high school, I would check on her after checking the basement door, before moving on to the main level of the house.

On one particular night, I saw that Ashley had kicked the covers down to the foot of her bed so I stepped into her room to pull them up over her. As I got close to her bed I froze in my tracks as I realized she was lying naked, legs askew and breathing heavily, but apparently asleep. 

I cautiously stepped closer, staring intently at her face for any sign that she was awake or might wake up, but she didn't move. I could feel my cock stirring at the sight of this beautiful, exposed young woman in front of me. The light coming through the open door illuminating her body and giving me an excellent view of her figure. 

As I stepped closer I detected a familiar aroma in the air and my senses exploded in activity as my eyes saw first, the purple vibrator laying next to her right hip, then the familiar swollen lips of a recently excited pussy; followed by my nose inhaling a scent that I recognized as the smell of a woman's sex.

Holy shit! I realized that Ashley had masturbated herself to orgasm and had apparently fallen asleep, aglow in the aftermath of her pleasure, without pulling the covers up over her delicious body.

I recalled a conversation her mother and I'd had a few months prior, during which she told me that Ashley had come to her with some serious questions about her body and what she was feeling and after a detailed conversation between mother and daughter, my wife had shown Ashley her vibrator and explained how it worked and how she used it. By the end of the conversation, mother and daughter were on their way to the local adult store so Ashley could pick out her own vibrator. 

I also remember the raging hard-on I had by the end of my wife's story and her commenting after we had fucked each other silly that night, that I seemed particularly fired up.

After some tedious exploratory questions, we both accepted the fact that it turned both of us on that 'our' daughter was becoming a young sexual woman. Thankfully, my wife and I have a very open and honest relationship!

I have a very good relationship with both of my stepdaughters, so much so that even before their mother and I married, they had gotten accustomed to my presence in their home and it wasn't unusual for me to see Ashley walking around in her bra and panties or her panties and a spaghetti halter top, braless. And the last few months before we were married, she seemed to always find an excuse to sit on my lap, dressed in very little – I'm sure, on some level, she knew what she was doing. I'm also sure she could feel my cock grow as she sat in my lap.

Her mother and I recognized very quickly that she was exhibiting mild flirtatious behavior towards me and took it to be a positive reaction of acceptance by a pretty young lady whose hormones were raging causing her to want to know if men thought she was 'sexy'.

But, I digress...

I was now standing directly over Ashley as she slept soundly, her nubile young body fully exposed to me. Her nipples were still erect and swollen from her masturbation. 

My cock was hard as fucking steel and I was struggling with the fact that all my blood had rushed to my cock, leaving my brain woefully deprived of the ability to make good decisions at that point. 

My hand trembled slightly as I reached towards the breast closest to me and let my fingers lightly settle upon her soft skin, just above her nipple. The shock of the warmth of her skin and the excitement of the moment caused me to pull my hand away suddenly, as if I had touched a hot burner. I watched intently to see if she might awaken, but she didn't move.

I leaned over and put my face as close as I dared to her nipple and inhaled the scent of her body. Fuck, now my cock was stretching my shorts and dripping pre-cum. 

In a moment of insanity, I leaned closer and open my lips just enough to allow her nipple to slide between them – pulling away almost immediately, fearing she would stir.

Her breathing remained steady and she remained fast asleep. I had no idea how much time had passed, and my little brain didn't care as it encouraged me to explore further. 

I moved down towards the foot of the bed and was now looking directly at her swollen pussy lips, still parted and moist from the ministrations of her vibrator. I again leaned over so that my nose was directly above her pussy and inhaled. Oh fuck! She smelled so sweet! Her aroma inflaming my nose and causing my mouth to water at the thought of how she must taste!

I wanted to touch her, but didn't dare.

It was at this point that I realized that my hand had moved down and was slowly stroking my cock through my shorts. My little brain assessed the situation and reassured me that it would be fine to snake my cock out of my shorts and stroke it as I continued my sensual experience. 

I inhaled the aroma of her moist pussy a couple more times before realizing that I was now stroking my cock in earnest and my own breathing had begun to increase. 

I stood straight up and continued stroking my cock. She was an incredibly erotic sight before me and in the back of my mind I think I knew that my wife would be getting a good fucking when I finally made it upstairs. 

Or so I thought...

I was so lost in the pleasure of the moment that I realized too late that my balls had responded to the visual and physical stimulation by sending a full load of hot cum into 'the chamber' and my cock was shooting spasm after spasm of cum onto the bed next to my daughter, before a ribbon of cum landed squarely on her hip.

My eyes were wild with excitement and fear! Holy shit! What had I just done?! I was standing over my barely 19 year old stepdaughter with my withering cock in my hand, and my cum all over her bed and hip.

I was fucked.

I stuffed my cock back into my shorts and reached down and pulled the covers up over Ashley's body, leaving my cum in place for fear of waking her if I tried to clean it off of her.

I skipped the rest of my walkabout and went straight to our master bedroom. By the time I got there, my mind was swirling with thoughts of what had just happened. I knew my wife and I had a very healthy and open attitude about sex, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't approve of what I had just done.

But I also realized that my cock was already hard again by the time I got to our bedroom. I saw that my wife had already slipped between the sheets and was thankful that the lights were out. I went into our master bath, brushed my teeth and splashed some water on my face to help gather myself.

I checked my shorts for traces of cum as I took them off and slipped into my pajama bottoms sans underwear, then exited and climbed into bed. Only then did I realize that my wife was awake and was casually stroking her pussy – clearly, she was in the mood, and when she reached for my cock and found it fully erect, she knew I was too. 

I fucked her hard that night, closing my eyes and letting the images of my stepdaughter drive me to an orgasm deep in her mother's pussy.

Ok, so now... back to the present and the incredible blowjob I was getting from my wife, when I detected movement out of the corner of my eye, in the area of the arched opening into the kitchen...

Not sure of what I saw, but suspecting Ashley had come upstairs and accidentally caught us, I refocused my attention on her mother's mouth and its treatment of my cock. 

My wife was taking her time and dragging out the pleasure she was giving me, and after a couple of minutes I thought I detected motion again. 

This time, I waited an instant, checking to see that my wife was fully engrossed with attending to my hard-on before I quickly turned my head towards the kitchen and found myself looking directly into Ashley's eyes. 

She pulled back behind the wall, but then, giving into the realization that I had seen her, slowly peered back around the corner, making eye contact with me again. It was then that I noticed that I could see her right shoulder and it was clearly moving in a motion that told me her hand was rubbing her pussy – a fact that was confirmed as she moved more of her body out from behind the wall and I could see her right arm was inside the waist band of her pajama's and she was clearly rubbing herself.

I quickly determined that her mother's view of her would only be slightly blocked by the back of the sofa, and after putting my left hand on the top of her mother's head and pushing it down to make sure she couldn't look up, I raised my right hand, placing my index finger to my lips and giving Ashley a "shhhh" signal.

Her expression changed only slightly as her eyes widened in acknowledgement of our 'secret.'

Ashley stood up a little straighter to get a better view over the back of the couch, and I knew if I let go of her mother's head, she would be able to see Ashley if she looked up. I placed my right hand along-side her mother's face to block her peripheral vision and then stood and turned slightly so that Ashley had a better profile view and also so that her mother's back was more towards the kitchen. 

I had my left leg on the floor and my right leg bent so my knee was on the sofa cushion. I kept my right hand along-side my wife's face to further ensure that she wouldn't detect any movement out of the corner of her eye, as I had.

I looked over at Ashley and her face was flushed with excitement. I decided to give her a good show and picked up my pace, fucking her mother's mouth in front of her. I knew she had a clear view of my cock in her mother's mouth and I pulled it out of her mouth a couple of times to slap her face with it, before stuffing it back in her mouth and continuing to face fuck her.

I could feel my balls begin to twitch and my cock swell and my orgasm soon exploded into her mother's mouth. After the first couple of spurts, I pulled out and finished cumming all over her mother's face.

My wife had her eyes closed as I was covering her face with cum and I looked over at Ashley one last time, only to see her tense up, her mouth slightly open as her own orgasm washed over her.

Then, she quickly turned and was gone.

I scooped my cum from my wife's face and fed it to her until she was clean. We turned off the movie and retired for the evening...

But I knew Ashley and I had entered a new phase in our 'relationship.'

More to cum...



Stepdaughter Watches Ch. 02



This is chapter 2 of what will be the continuing true story of my relationship with my stepdaughter, Ashley. 

I encourage you to read the first installment to gain beneficial background info.

Many thanks for the feedback from the initial chapter. Enjoy.

All persons are 18 or older.



My stepdaughter, Ashley, and I never spoke about what happened that night, but over the next few months we developed a kind of code – it went like this...

Ashley would casually ask me what her mom and I were doing over the weekend and if I answered by saying something like, "Nothing really planned. Saturday night we'll probably just hang around the house and watch a movie after dinner," then Ashley knew that I was telling her that her mom and I would be watching a movie in the living room again and I would try to make sure we put on a good show if she wanted to watch from the kitchen doorway. 

Invariably, on the designated night, I would see movement out of the corner of my eye again and turn to find her watching us. 

My wife, being a bit of an exhibitionist, had been easily persuaded to expand our movie watching to porno flicks on our 'movie nights'. 

It really got her juices flowing to think that we might have to suddenly stop fucking AND straighten ourselves up AND 

pause the movie AND 

switch it to another channel, all before we were caught by whichever of the girls we thought we heard stirring.

She had no idea that we were already putting on a show... and something about the unspoken agreement between me and Ashley told me to keep our secret between us.

As these events were progressing, it was also becoming more and more common for me to find Ashley asleep naked on her bed with the covers pushed down and her vibrator lying either on the bed next to her, between her legs, or sometimes on the floor next to her bed. 

Clearly, her sexual awakening was in full bloom.

I, upon finding her in this condition, had continued to enjoy the sight of her young, firm body... her exceptional perky 34c titties and the perfection of the curves of her body – all seeming to lead to the seduction that was her delicious pussy. 

I had only occasionally lightly touched her tit or gently closed my lips around her nipple for fear of disturbing her... But I had become quite adept at stroking my cock while I stood next to her. 

I would usually catch my cum in a washcloth or in my hand, and on the last few occasions, I had held my cum filled hand over her pussy and let it slowly drip down onto her puffy pussy lips. 

Seeing my fresh cum drip onto her pussy was always enough to make me hard by the time I got upstairs, allowing me to carry the images of her body with me as I ravaged my wife's sweet pussy or ass.

Yes, I have truly become a pervert... and I'm ok with it. LOL

On one night, I was surprised to find her naked body face down on her bed – a position I had not seen her in, but had fantasized about ever since the first time I saw her in a bikini from behind. 

In short, she has a world class ass.

I was mesmerized by its perfection. The exceptional curve of her ass as it transitioned from her upper thigh to its peak and back down to the small of her back... 

She was lying so close to the edge of the bed that her right leg was dangling over the edge of the mattress, giving me a perfect view of her swollen pussy lips and her ass. It also allowed me to step up next to the mattress and stroke myself from a position that was almost directly over her ass. 

I stroked my cock extra hard that night, and rather than catching my cum in my hand, I let it fly – landing in the cleft between her ass cheeks – and watched as it slowly oozed down onto her pussy.

It was fucking incredible – well, ok, it was incredible for me. Not so much for her, but that was about to change...

Returning now to the Saturday night peeping-Ashley event that escalated our secret...

The porn flick my wife and I were watching that evening was a torrid, multi-partner, production that included a considerable amount of anal sex – always a turn on for both me and my wife. She's one of the few women I know who can have an orgasm while I'm fucking her in the ass.

Unbeknownst to my wife, I had purposely selected this movie because I had decided to give Ashley an extra special treat to watch that night... Me fucking her mom in the ass.

My cock was fully engorged in my wife's incredibly wet and warm mouth when I noticed movement in the direction of the kitchen doorway. 

This was what I'd been waiting for. 

I stood up and had my wife rise with me. She was facing me, with her back to the kitchen and I placed my hands on her hips and guided her backwards to the end of the couch. I then moved around behind her – lifting her skirt and pressing my slippery cock against her lacey panty covered ass as I gently pulled her back a little further. 

I positioned her at the end of the couch and, putting my right hand between her shoulder blades, I firmly guided her down until she was bent over the arm of the couch. I then lifted her skirt again, flipping it up over her ass.

My wife knew what was coming... she lifted her hips off the armrest just enough to permit me to pull her panties down her legs and over her feet. 

My stepdaughter was caught off-guard and almost fell backwards when I tossed my wife's panties at her as she watched us.

I instructed my wife to reach back and spread her ass cheeks for me as I grabbed my cock with my right hand and angled my body position to give my stepdaughter the best view of me easing the head of my cock into my wife's soaking wet pussy from behind.

This was the first time Ashley had such a clear view of me fucking her mother. Up to this point, she had only seen her mother suck my cock, jerk me off or sit on my cock and gyrate on my cock as we enjoyed the action on the screen.

Now, she could clearly see my cock as I pumped it in and out of her mother's pussy. 

The shiny wetness of pussy juice coating my cock with each stroke. 

Ashley was wearing a robe and moving to the end of the sofa also afforded me a much better view of her and I could see that she was rubbing her clit into a frenzy with one hand and pinching her nipple with the other. Her mouth was open and her breathing was heavier (and louder) than it have ever been during our previous encounters.

I picked up the pace of my fucking her mother and grunted and groaned with each stroke to help mask the sound of Ashley's heavy breathing and her barely audible moans.

After a few minutes of working my wife's pussy, I slowed the pace and lengthened my strokes. My wife reacted with long, deep moans. 

I looked over and saw that Ashley was focused intently on our show, then I leaned over and let a long line of spit fall from my mouth onto my wife's ass and used my thumb to work it around the outside of her backdoor. 

Looking my stepdaughter in the eyes, I eased my thumb into my wife's ass.

Ashley was entranced by the vision of my thumb disappearing into her mom's ass. 

I could tell she was getting more excited by the second.

After slowly fucking my wife's pussy with my cock and her ass with my thumb, I pulled my cock completely out of her pussy, and removed my thumb from her ass – only to hear her whimper in disappointment as I left the cavities of her body momentarily empty. 

Her whimpers turned into a deep throated moan when she felt the head of my cock press against her ass. 

I hesitated and looked over at Ashley. Her eyes were huge with anticipation. 

She looked up into my eyes and nodded her head up and down excitedly, encouraging me to press on and invade her mother's ass as she watched from only six feet away.

I could smell two distinctly different aroma's in the air – each of the agitated pussies in my presence wafting their own unique signature.

I pressed my cock deeper into my wife's sweet ass, her sphincter ring closing on the shaft of my cock after the tip passed through. I gradually picked up the pace – never taking my eyes off of my stepdaughter as I sawed my cock in and out of my wife's ass.

Ashley's eyes were glued to the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her mother's tight ass.

I watched as Ashley's face flushed and her lips trembled as her orgasm overtook her. Her mouth was open as if she was going to scream, but no sound came out. 

It was a beautiful sight, disturbed only by the sounds of her mother's moans as her own orgasm convulsed through her body.

It was all too much for me and my cock erupted deep in my wife's ass. I pulled out and finished shooting my cum all over her ass – all the while watching my stepdaughter.

Spent and exhausted, I fell forward against my wife as my softening cock eased out of her ass, leaving a trail of cum.

I glanced over and Ashley had disappeared.

Once again, I knew my relationship with my stepdaughter had escalated to a new level, and I couldn't wait to see what lie ahead...

Stay tuned for the hot tub adventures... 

Cuming soon.



Stepdaughter Watches Ch. 03



This is another installment in the continuing true story of my relationship with my stepdaughter, Ashley.

I encourage you, if you haven't already done so, to read the first two chapters to gain historical perspective. Please vote and post your constructive comments.

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Chapter 02:  The Hot Tub

All of our friends know that the sign over the hot tub on our back deck, which reads, "This is a swimsuit optional facility," is quite accurate -- my wife and I enjoy our hot tub on a regular basis, and we are usually nude when we're in it. 

Over the years, a few of our neighbors and friends have been brave enough to remove their suits and join us in enjoying the freedom it brings, not to mention the increased effectiveness of the jets on one's body parts when there's no swimsuit in the way.

The exception to this rule, however, is when either or both of my stepdaughters is in the hot tub with us. 

My oldest stepdaughter, Ashley, is almost 20 now, and if you've read the first two stories I posted, then you know that she and I have been sharing the secret of her voyeuristic tendencies towards watching her mother and me have sex since she first spied on us almost two years ago.

And now....

This was a beautiful spring night and the girls were in bed. I was sitting on the edge of the hot tub and my wife was in between my legs giving me another one of her world class blow jobs. 

We had only been in the hot tub for a few minutes when I felt her hand grab my cock underwater and begin stroking it. In short order, I was sitting on the edge watching my cock disappear into her warm, wet mouth.

I was leaning back, my head facing the stars and my eyes closed, completely engrossed in the sensations on my cock. 

I opened my eyes and found myself looking blankly up into the night, no doubt my eyes were glazed over -- until I noticed the curtain in the window fall back into place -- as if someone had pulled the corner back and was watching us.

Our hot tub is situated so that neither of our neighbors can see it, and, in fact, it can only be seen from one upstairs window, which is in our master bedroom.

Even through the fog of a blowjob it didn't take me long to come to the realization that Ashley must've figured out that she could slip into our bedroom and spy on us from that window when we were in the hot tub.

A wicked thought came to me and pulled my wife up and repositioned us so that she was sitting on the edge of the hot tub with me holding her ankles and spreading her legs wide so her pussy was wide open for me as I pushed my rock hard cock into her. I also moved us around the hot tub a little, knowing that the adjustment would give Ashley the best view of me pounding her mother's pussy.

Blood surged to my cock as my wife's steaming hot pussy enveloped it with wetness. I pounded her hard -- my balls slapping into her ass and my thighs slamming into the inside of the hot tub with each stroke.

After some serious pussy pounding for the benefit of all three of us, I felt my balls tingle and my wife's pussy tighten as we both came hard; our juices mixing in her pussy. 

We both slipped down into the water and reached for our glasses of wine and I re-lit my cigar as we enjoyed the afterglow of our intense orgasms, and I secretly enjoyed knowing we had put on a good show.

When I did my walkabout that night before retiring, I found the air in Ashley's room to be thick with the aroma of her sex, telling me she too had enjoyed our show. 

Unfortunately, she was snugly bundled up in her blanket, so I turned and made my way around the rest of the house en route to bed.

Between Ashley's spying on her mother and I from the kitchen, and now from the upstairs window as we fucked in the hot tub -- none of which would be possible without a wife whose libido matched mine -- life was good.

It was truly good to be the King.

Then, it got better... again.

My youngest stepdaughter was on a sleep-over and Ashley had left just after dinner to go to a party. We had the house to ourselves -- our biggest challenge was deciding where we wanted to fuck!

We wound up in the hot tub.

A fresh bottle of our favorite red wine on the beverage shelf on the hot tub; wine glasses full and a CAO LX2 (it's a cigar, LOL) at the ready and some excellent jazz playing on the stereo, set the mood.

We keep our hot tub at about 104 degree's but when we know we're going to be in it for a while, we set the temperature at 99 when we first get in. This allows us to stay in longer as the temperature gradually falls from 104 down to 99, preventing our bodies from overheating. We had settled in and were mixing some superfluous conversation with a slow mutual seduction of prolonged kissing and caressing. 

My wife had a light grip on my cock and was stroking it underwater as I was returning the gesture by sliding a path up her inner thigh with my left hand on my way to finding and rubbing her engorged clit.

Suddenly, the French doors opened and Ashley bounded out onto the deck with a cheery, "Hey!"

My wife and I were both startled but quickly gathered ourselves as we realized that, with the jets stirring up the water, Ashley couldn't really see what was going on underwater, though we did withdraw our hands from each other's nether regions.

Ashley announced that there was a bug going around and a lot of the kids at the party were coughing and such and she didn't want to stick around and run the risk of getting sick, so she decided to come home early. 

"What're you guys doing?" she asked, knowing full well what we were at least getting ready to do. 

The obvious answer was, well, the obvious answer... we were simply relaxing and spending some quality time together since we had the house to ourselves. To which she replied that since she was home now, would it be ok if she put on her swimsuit and joined us.

My little brain was screaming "YES!"... my mind was screaming "NO" but after a quick glance at my wife, my mouth said, "Sure sweetheart. Come on in."

FUCK! 

My cock started deflating before I finished the sentence! I was looking forward to some serious sucking, fucking and pussy eating and instead I had just agreed to engage in mind numbing conversation.

Fuck.

As Ashley went in to change, my wife and I looked at each other with an expression that said, "Oh shit, we didn't bring our suits out with us cause we didn't expect that either of the girls would be joining us!"

I reached over and pushed the button on the control panel to put the jets into a permanent 'On' mode so they wouldn't stop while Ashley was in the hot tub with us, thereby giving her a view of our nakedness.

When Ashley returned, I felt my cock stir as I saw that she had chosen one of her skimpier bikinis. As she stepped in, she looked at where we were sitting, then asked if it was ok if she sat next to me, since that was where her favorite seat/jets were located. 

"Where ever you like." Was my response, as I lit my cigar.

She had also brought one of our plastic 'hot tub' wine glasses with her and reached for the wine, knowing that we wouldn't object. 

As she did, her left breast pressed against my right arm for what seemed like a bit longer than was necessary, and I detected the faint smell of alcohol on her breath.

My cock responded as you would expect, inflating a little more.

I was praying that my wife didn't decide to reach over and grab my cock underwater!

The conversation was pretty innocent and my wife and I began to realize that our night of unbridled passion had been detoured.

I was taking a long, slow drag on my cigar when I felt what could only be a hand lightly brush across the tip of my semi-erect cock. 

My first thought was that my wife had decided to get a little frisky since her activity would be obscured by the swirling waters. 

But when it happened again a moment later, I realized that the 'accidental' brush was coming from my right -- the direction of my stepdaughter. 

Unfortunately, this realization resulted in the immediate rush of blood to my cock and I was hard in record time.

Carrying on the conversation, I turned my head towards Ashley and saw a spark of mischief in her eyes and it dawned on me that she was trying to cop a feel of my cock and make it seem like it was an accident. I furrowed my brow and gave her an admonishing look that said, "Hey! I'm on to your game, so knock it off!"

The third time it happen, however, there was no doubt that it was not an accident as she let her hand drift over the top of my cock, palm down, slowly closing her fingers down around the tip of my cock. I tried to maintain myself, but I know I froze for a moment. 

I couldn't believe my stepdaughter had her hand on my cock underwater with her mother right next to me and the chance that at any moment her mother might reach for my cock herself, finding another hand already there.

Yeah, I was definitely fucked.

I used a slow sip of wine and a long drag on my cigar as a means of buying time and getting my shit together. 

I was a grown up; I could handle this. I had options. 

First, I could casually decide to move to a different set of jets and just get up and move... 

Or I could set my cigar in the ashtray and casually slip my hand underwater and pull Ashley's hand off of my cock... 

Or I could pray that my wife wasn't in the same mischievous frame of mind that her daughter was in, and wouldn't reach for my cock and discover that her daughters hand had beat her to the punch, so to speak.

Ashley had turned her hand and let it slip down around my shaft and was now slowly sliding her fist up and down. God it felt so good!

My little brain opted for the third choice: Pray! (and enjoy!)

My part of the three-way conversation had digressed to the occasional nod, grunt or some other form of non-verbal gesture in an attempt to maintain my composure.

I felt her hand lightly release my cock, tracing a trail down between my legs and cupping my balls, then lightly scraping her fingernails along a trail back up to my hard cock before re-encircling it again and resuming her rhythmic stroking. 

It was taking all of my concentration to keep from bucking my hips and matching her pace as she increased both her grip and the speed of her strokes. 

Clearly, this was not the first cock she had jerked off...

She had slid down into the seat so that only her neck and head were above the gurgling water. This prevented her mother from seeing the up-and-down movement of her shoulder that would be a dead give-away as to what was going on underwater.

My cock had never been so hard, nor my balls so on fire to release a hot load of cum, and I realized it was as much because of the proximity of my wife and the risk that I might get caught being jerked off underwater by her daughter, as the actual sensations I was feeling at the mercy of Ashley's hand.

Ashley increased her rhythm as much as she dared without making it obvious what she was doing and the feeling of her soft young hand sliding up and down my cock was taking its toll. I felt my balls begin to boil. Unless she stopped, it wasn't a question of IF I would cum, it was a question of WHEN, and whether or not I could conceal my orgasm from my wife.

I feigned a cough as the first spasm of my underwater orgasm raked through my body. Ashley squeezed my cock, momentarily halting the flow of cum, then gently loosened her grip and my cum flowed into the water beneath the churning surface.

I couldn't remember cuming so powerfully or so much in years. 

I was certain the unmistakable aroma of fresh cum would soon make its way to the surface and expose my stepdaughters successful onslaught; but, alas, between the rapid movement of the water and the silver oxide water treatment, the aromatic evidence of our debauchery never surfaced.

The conversation dwindled and my wife announced that she needed to use the restroom and reached for a towel on a hook and covered herself as she exited the hot tub.

I waited until the French doors closed behind my wife before putting my cigar in the ashtray and pointing my finger at Ashley to admonish her with, "WHAT are you doing?! I'm your stepfather -- you shouldn't be doing that to me!"

Ashley seemed to ignore me, until she reached up and took the wrist of the hand I was using to point at her and pulled it underwater. 

I realized she was pulling my hand towards her own crotch and tried (albeit, not very hard...) to pull my hand away, but her grip was one of determination and I soon felt the swell of her mound in against my fingers. 

Somehow, she had slid her bikini bottoms down!

I didn't move my hand for a moment, choosing instead to leave it limp and turning to scold her. At least that was my intention... but the look on her face was so... so... so fucking angelic and pleading that my fingers started moving as if they had a mind of their own.

My middle finger quickly found her clit and began a slow circular pattern, increasing the speed of the motion across her clit rapidly. I knew what she wanted. Her mouth opened slightly as her breathing quickened. Her eyes had hat familiar glassy, distant look of a woman that was consumed by pure sexual desire. 

It seemed only seconds before she shuddered with an orgasm, our eyes never wavering from each other.

Her mother's voice broke the silence as she shouted from inside the house, asking me if I wanted to switch from bourbon to wine? I answered "Yes," as I chugged down the last of the wine in my glass lifted my hand from the water, shaking the water from it and reaching for my cigar.

My stepdaughter stood up and kissed me on the cheek as she pulled her bikini bottoms up, saying, "Thanks! Nite!" 

She passed her mother at the door, saying she was going to bed, as she wrapped herself in a towel and disappeared into the house.

My wife handed me a glass containing a couple of fingers of my favorite Woodford Kentucky Bourbon and slipped into the water. 

She was barely settled next to me before I felt her hand encircle my cock, which had already risen to a semi-erect state as a result of my having caressed Ashley's swollen pussy.

In order to give myself more recovery time, I instructed my wife to sit on the edge of the hot tub in the corner and spread her legs so I could lick her pussy. Her pussy is so beautiful and the similarity between her pussy lips and Ashley's was unmistakable, especially since my wife was clean-shaven.

Her own juices quickly replaced the water around her pussy as my tongue explored the folds of her delicious love hole. One of her hands was holding my head in place, along with the vice-like grip of her thighs, and the other was bracing her on the top edge of the hot tub.

My tongue found its mark and encircled her clit as I pushed two fingers into her pussy and tickled her rosebud with my thumb. The tremble in her abdominal muscles told me I was pushing all the right buttons...

Her pussy juice flooded my mouth and washed over my chin as she convulsed into a powerful orgasm. 

I couldn't help but wonder if Ashley tasted as good as her mother. I stood up and quickly pushed my now rock-hard cock into my wife's pussy, knowing how much she loves the feel of my cock filling her pussy as she enjoys the aftershocks of her initial orgasmic spasm.

Fresh with the taste of my wife on my tongue and thoughts of my stepdaughter jerking me off underwater, it only took a few strokes before my cock erupted for the second time -- my ass clenching as I drove my cock deep into my wife's pussy and deposited my seed.

My cock slipped out of my wife as I slid back down into the water, exhausted.

Whipped. 

Pussy whipped.

Knowing, once again, that my relationship with my stepdaughter had escalated to yet another level, and wondering what lie ahead...



Stepdaughter Watches Ch. 04



This is the fourth of what will probably be a five part series about the relationship between a stepfather and his stepdaughter.

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Chapter 04 - More fun in the Hot tub.

I walked around in a semi-dazed state for a few days after the hot tub incident with Ashley. Even my wife asked me if I was ok.

Contributing to Ashley's penchant for spying on her mother and me while we were having sex was one thing. Copping a feel of my cock -- practically right in front of her mother -- and jerking me off underwater was completely different!

Moral issues notwithstanding, I walked around in a constant semi-erect state for the next week. Ever ready to engage my wife in whatever intimacy she was in the mood for, whenever she was in the mood for it -- which was often!

As it happened, two weeks later my wife and some of her girlfriends were going to take a 'girls weekend getaway' trip to Atlantic City.

They were driving up Friday afternoon and returning either late Sunday evening or mid-day Monday. 

My mind was overwhelmed with the possibilities. 

I decided that the best plan was no plan -- I was just going to let the weekend play itself out. Of course, I did convince my younger stepdaughter to arrange to have a sleepover at one of her classmates' homes on Saturday night. I'm no fool.

Saturday was pretty uneventful -- Ashley was out shopping with her girlfriends all day and I had kept my mind occupied with the business of completing several of the smaller, nuisance items on my honey-do list. For the most part, thoughts of my stepdaughter were pushed to the back of my mind.

My heart sank (and my cock deflated) when Ashley called from the mall to ask if she could have a sleepover at her girlfriends house. I said, "Yes" but I didn't want to...

My wife called soon there-after to say, "Hi" and see how things were going. I told her that the girls were both on sleep-overs and that I had the place to myself and was going to take advantage by pouring myself a glass of bourbon, lighting up one of my 2-hour cigars and melting away all of my cares in the hot tub. We both had a good laugh.

I finished dinner and cleaned up, then gathered the afore-mentioned indulgences, stripped my clothes off and headed for the hot tub. I was looking forward to finally getting to watch some sports on the outdoor TV as I relaxed in the hot tub.

It was a slow sports night on TV, but I didn't care; the noise was comforting and I was enjoying my bourbon and cigar. 

After about 20 minutes in the hot tub, I stepped out and kicked the temperature back up so the water could re-heat while I took a cooling off break and watched TV from the adjacent lounge chair.

I was thoroughly relaxed and dozing on and off, when a noise brought me back to my senses.

It was Ashley! Shouting in the house -- "Dad! Are you here?" SHIT! 

I tossed my towel aside, scrambled to my feet and practically dove into the hot tub. It was only after I settled into one of the seats that I realized that the jets weren't on, but before I could get to the control panel on the other side of the hot tub and turn them on, Ashley came out onto the deck.

I decided to play it cool -- as cool as one can play it when it was obvious that I had been startled and jumped into the hot tub -- my glass of bourbon was sitting on the table next to the lounge chair and my cigar was soaked from my near head-first dive into the hot tub!

"There you are!" Ashley said, as she surveyed the situation. "Are you naked? You are!" Followed by a hearty laugh. 

I stammered something about not expecting her home since she was staying over at her girlfriends' house.

"Her mom and dad said she couldn't have a sleep-over, so I just came on home. Can I get in?" 

She was acting just a little more 'giddy' than normal and I guessed she'd had some alcohol. She said that they kept taking breaks while they were shopping and going out to the car for a glass of wine. 

"So, can I get in with you?" she asked again. The battle in my mind was raging -- Yes, No, Yes, No... and so on... but more and more of my blood was rushing to my cock and my little brain said, "Sure" as I moved over and turned on the jets. 

I assumed she would go upstairs and change into one of her bikinis, so I was surprised when I looked up and she had started to strip.

"What're you doing?!" I asked. "Taking my clothes off" she said, as if it was something she did in front of me every day. "Sweetheart," I said, "I think you need to put on one of your swimsuits." "Why?" she asked. "Mom isn't here, and we've both seen each other naked," referring to her spying on me fucking her mother. "I know, but I don't think this is a good idea, Sweetheart." I said, with less conviction than I was hoping.

"Come on dad," she pleaded, as she continued to strip. She was down to her bra and panties. "I don't want to go all the way upstairs. Besides, my suit's in the laundry. Can't I just get in like this?" pointing to her lingerie clad body. "Ok." I relented, my cock now at full mast between my legs as I watched her shed her clothes.

With that, she hopped in, sinking all the way up to her neck, then, looking over at the chaise lounge and seeing my glass of bourbon and three-finger leather cigar case, she hopped out and retrieved them both, saying, "I think you forgot these," and smiled as she handed them to me. 

Her matching yellow lace bra and panties were now nearly transparent, thanks to being immersed in water. Her nipples were hard and straining against the sheer material of her bra and her lace French cut panties were clinging to her pussy lips -- droplets of water falling from the center of the gusset. 

My cock was in severe distress. I took the items from her and she got back into the hot tub.

We exchanged meaningless conversation for a few minutes, and then Ashley asked me if she could open a bottle of wine. I said, "Yes," and she moved to get out of the hot tub, but this time she turned her back to me and, putting both hands on the side of the hot tub, she lifted herself up out of the water, bending at her hips and raising one leg over the side of the hot tub -- giving me the most incredible view of her wet, lace panty covered perfect ass.

Could my cock get any harder?

I looked up and saw that she was looking back over her shoulder, watching me stare at her ass. "You Perv!" she said as she laughed and finished getting out and went inside to get a bottle of wine.

Trying to maintain some level of composure, I grabbed a dry cigar and lit it, taking a long, satisfying drag, followed by a large gulp of bourbon. My cock was so hard it ached.

Ashley returned with a bottle of red wine, a glass and my bottle of Woodford bourbon. "I thought you might need a refill," she said, and set everything down on the beverage shelf and hopped back into the hot tub. I reached over and poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her, then topped off my bourbon. "Cheers! Dad!" she said as she leaned across the hot tub so we could touch our plastic glasses together. "Cheers!" I said.

We settled into some light banter about nothing in particular and I had begin to think I might survive the situation, when, after shifting around uncomfortably, Ashley said, "This lace is really uncomfortable in the water dad. Can't I please take it off? I won't tell mom -- promise!" 

"I guess we have pretty much seen everything there is to see about each other, haven't we?" I replied.

Taking my reply as a "Yes," she set her glass of wine down and plunged both of her hands into the water and slipped her panties off, bringing them to the surface and tossing them over onto a chair. She then reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra letting it fall from her breasts and tossed it over onto the same chair.

She was still standing, the water only reaching to her midriff when she turned back around to face me. 

Her tits were beautiful. Just the right amount of fullness; her nipples sloping gently up in youthful defiance of gravity. Drops of water scattered about her chest, reflecting the light and making it impossible for me to lift my eyes.

"Dad!" she said, "You're staring at my titties!" making no move to cover them. "Honey, those aren't 'titties,' they're the breasts of a beautiful young woman." I said. 

"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.

There was an explosion in the head on my shoulders! 

What did she just say? 'Did I want to touch them?' 

No she didn't. 

Oh fuck -- yes she did, as was evidenced by her moving in my direction and repeating the question, 

"Do you?"

I took the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray. "Come here baby," I said, "and let daddy look at you."

I reached for her tits with both hands. This was much better than just looking at them while she slept. I had jerked off and fucked her mother while fantasizing about how they would feel in my hands... in my mouth. 

She stepped between my legs, standing in front of me while I caressed her soft mounds. I pinched her nipple between my index finger and thumb on my right hand and she moaned and tilted her head back, pushing her breasts further into my hands.

I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth, its firmness burning my lips and tongue. Her skin was absolutely perfect, soft, warm, a subtle saltiness to its taste, mixing with the aroma of her sweet perfume drifting into my nostrils.

I had never felt so much electricity in my body in my life. 

My left hand continued caressing her right tit as my right hand begin to slide down her hip, into the water, leaving my mouth to continue nursing on her left nipple. 

Her moans only encouraged me, and my right hand moved across her left hip to her smooth, clean-shaven pussy lips.

Even underwater her pussy juice was abundant and my index and middle fingers slid easily into the folds of her warm treasure. 

Her moan turned into a throaty groan as my fingers breeched the opening of her pussy and pushed deeply into her. I bit down gently, on her nipple.

"Oh yes!.... Finger fuck my pussy daddy!" 

"I wanna be your naughty girl!" 

"Oh yes.... Oh yess... Oh yesssssss!" as her first orgasm gripped her and she spasmed and jerked in response to the pleasure that washed over her.

It was more than I could stand and my cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into the water. 

I fell back into my seat and Ashley collapsed, sitting on my left thigh. I could feel her pussy convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Ashley tucked her head into the nape of my neck and said, softly, "I love you dad." 

"I love you too baby," I replied, knowing that the love we felt went beyond that of a parent/child.

We just sat there for a few minutes, letting the reality of what had just happened set in.

I finally broke the silence, "Sweetheart, you know we can't do this when your mom or sister are around."

"I know. But it was really nice." 

"Yes it was. Really nice." I replied.

Ashley's hand had fallen from her thigh, down into my crotch and was now gently rubbing my flaccid cock underwater, and to my surprise, I was beginning to get hard.

"Can I see it?" she asked. 

"What?" I replied, not connecting her gentle touch with her question.

"Can I see it?" she repeated. "Sit up on the edge so I can see it. Please Dad?"

"I'm not one of your college boyfriends, Sweetheart." I joked, "The stiffest thing in this hot tub is my bourbon."

But she insisted, "I just want to see it up close," and she stood, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet, then pushing me up on to the edge of the hot tub and taking up a position between my legs.

She looked into my eyes as she let her hand drift towards my now semi-erect cock. 

Her eyes never left mine as she slowly encircled my cock with her hand and began stroking, slowly.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, not caring about anything but the incredible feeling of my stepdaughter's hand stroking my cock.

"It's big."

"That's right baby. Just the way your mom likes it." I said, laughing to myself.

I was enjoying her gentle rhythm. "A little tighter baby." I encouraged, looking forward to her tightening her grip. 

What I didn't expect was that the next sensation my cock would feel would be the warmth and wetness of her mouth as she drew my cock across her lips.

My head shot up and I reached for her head to pull her off of my cock, but she put her hand in the middle of my chest and increased her pace on my cock.

"We shouldn't be...." I stuttered... "You shouldn't be... Oh FUCK that feels good!"

I looked down and watched as my cock slid in and out of Ashley's mouth. My stepdaughter was giving me a blowjob! And it wasn't her first... She was good -- almost as good as her mother!

My hips arched forward as Ashley pulled her mouth away from my cock. Her tongue teased the tip, and then licked the sensitive underside all the way down to the base. Then she repeated her tongue bath.

My balls were churning. I knew it wouldn't be long before a fresh load of my cum surged from my balls and erupted. "I'm gonna cum baby," I said, warning her. 

She pulled her mouth off of my cock and wrapped her hand around the shaft stroking me with determination.

"I want to see it shoot out," she moaned.

That was all I needed and my hips bucked as cum flew from my cock and landed on her chest, just above her tits. She gripped my cock tight, then let it go and more of my cum flew at her, this time landing on her neck and tits. 

Just as my orgasm subsided, I heard her groan loudly as her own orgasm rippled through her body. 

It was only then that I realized she had been rubbing her pussy underwater while she sucked my cock.

Once again I slid back down into the hot tub; Ashley's body pressed against mine as she collapsed into my arms.

My eyes closed and I fell asleep to the thoughts of my stepdaughters' lips on my cock.

When I awoke, she was gone.

And I finally remembered that the yellow lingerie she had been wearing when she stripped her clothes off actually belonged to her mother.

I was going to have to talk to her about that...



Stepdaughter Watches Ch. 05



This is the fifth and final chapter in my series about the relationship between a stepfather and his stepdaughter.

As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you have the previous ones, and I welcome your positive and constructive comments. 

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The morning after my oral encounter with Ashley in the hottub, I awoke to a ringing in my head that turned out to be coming from my cell phone on the nightstand. It was the father of the friend of my youngest stepdaughter, calling to see if it was ok if they kept her another day so she could go with them to their lake house for the day. I groggily agreed, then got up to make some coffee and see if Ashley was awake.

I sat at the breakfast room table, sipping my coffee and contemplating the events of the night before. 

I had experienced the immense pleasure of my stepdaughter sucking my cock -- a fantasy that was uppermost on my list of adventurous sexual pleasure!

As I relived the erotic memory of the night before, the image of Ashley in yellow lingerie came into focus. I was pretty sure she had been wearing one of her mother's new matching sets of lingerie -- something I had repeatedly spoken to her and my wife about, telling Ashley that it was inappropriate for a daughter to wear her mothers' lingerie and telling my wife that I didn't want to see her in the lingerie and be reminded of her daughter -- though, in all honesty, the idea intrigued me.

I decided I needed to speak to her about it yet again, and headed upstairs. 

Nearing the top of the stairs, I heard a noise in our bedroom and turned to investigate. When I walked through the door, I found Ashley standing in front of her mother's dresser -- the lingerie drawer still open as she was finishing hooking one of my wife's bras on her chest; the matching panties already covering her incredible ass.

She hadn't heard me coming and she jumped and screamed when I said, "What are you doing!?"

She spun around; not bothering to cover her lacy lingerie clad body and shouted, "Dad! You scared me!" To which I replied, "I'm going to do more than scare you -- how many times have I told you to stop wearing your mother's lingerie!?" "I know," she stammered back, "but I don't have any nice stuff!"

"Then we'll just have to do something about that." I said. She looked at me as it sank in. "Get dressed," I said, "we're going to Victoria's Secret." Ashley squealed in delight and ran up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "You're the best dad ever!" Then she disappeared down the hall and downstairs, on her way to her bedroom in the basement -- saying as she went, "I'll be ready in 10 minutes!"

As we walked into the store, it occurred to me that Ashley hadn't changed out of her mother's lingerie and I smiled as my cock twitched at the vision in both of my heads...

We walked into the store and a very attractive young saleslady approached us and asked if she could help us find anything. Ashley had already headed for a display that had caught her eye and I took the opportunity to explain to the saleslady that I needed her to work with Ashley to find enough lingerie so that she wouldn't have to borrow her mother's anymore. The young lady smiled and said she would be happy to take care of my daughter and then asked me if I had a budget. I told her I would let her know if she reached it and she smiled as she walked away; her firm young ass swaying from side to side in an exaggerated walk that I was sure was for my benefit.

I browsed around for a while, occasionally sending something back for Ashley to try on, all the while trying to maintain my composure and not think about what Ashley looked like in each set of lingerie.

After some time had passed, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find the original saleslady standing behind me. "Your daughter would like for you to come back to the fitting room."

When she saw the puzzled look on my face, she smiled and gently touched my forearm as she said, "Its ok, follow me."

I followed her back to the changing room and she walked me to one of the stalls and lightly tapped on one of the doors and said, "I brought him back," obviously talking to Ashley. The door opened and I saw Ashley facing me, holding her t-shirt in front of her. "Come on!" she said, referring to the fact that the longer I took to walk into the changing room, the greater the chance that someone would see her.

She reached around me and pulled the door shut, then looked up at me and said, "I want to show you what I picked out," and with this, she pulled her t-shirt away to show me a beautiful, very sexy matching set of sky blue lacy thong panties and bra. "Wow!" was all I could get out of my mouth, to which she replied, "I know, I feel so pretty." "You ARE pretty sweetheart." I said as I gazed at the gorgeous woman in front of me. "Is that all?" I asked. "No! I found a lot! I want to show you," she said.

Before I realized the meaning of her words, she reached around behind her back and unhooked the bra and pulled it off, revealing her beautiful breasts. I started to protest, but she stopped me by gently placing the fingers of her open hand over my mouth and 'shooshing' me. 

After a brief pause as she looked into my eyes for the assurance that I understood, she resumed removing her bra, followed by the matching panties. She had turned her back to me, affording me an unobstructed view of her incredible ass -- sending more blood rushing to my cock.

I took advantage of her position to quickly adjust my hardening cock in my slacks, watching as she slipped into the next set of lingerie, an emerald green set that was unlined and lacy, and clearly showed her erect nipples pressing against the material, and the camel-toe outline of her pussy lips.

"Do you like it?" she asked, smiling and knowing full well that I would. "You're beautiful sweetheart," I replied. "Wait," she said, "I have more to show you," and she repeated her striptease and tried on another set. By the third or fourth set, my cock was hard enough to hammer nails -- and she knew it -- there was no hiding the tenting in my slacks.

The next time she turned around, she looked down at the bulge in my slacks and moved forward and hugged me and said, "Thank you dad! I love them! Can I have them all?" "As long as you promise to stop wearing your mother's stuff, yes," was my reply. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me again and I was disappointed to feel her begin to pull her body away from mine, breaking our hug; not realizing that, as she broke our hug, she was lowering herself to her knees in front of me.

Her hands slid down my chest and settled on my belt, and she looked up at me with a beautiful expression that was unmistakable. I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to me and said, "No sweetheart, we can't do this... not here," as quietly as I could, hoping my voice wouldn't carry beyond the changing room. 

"I really want to do this for you," she said then gently kissed me on the lips. "I know this is one of your fantasies cause mom told me." I was paralyzed as I watched her sink back down to her knees and continue unbuckling my belt, looking up at me with lust in her eyes.

I closed my eyes as I felt her warm mouth close around my cock, trying not to moan -- and mostly succeeding. 

From my vantage point above her, I watched as my beautiful stepdaughter bathed my cock and balls with her tongue, then wrapping her hand around my shaft, stroked me up and down as her head bobbed in unison.

I wanted it to last forever... Part of me was trying not to make noise -- fearing security would open the door at any moment, and the other part of me was actually hoping the saleslady was standing just outside the door, listening. 

In no time, I felt a fresh load of cum rising from my balls into the shaft of my cock and before I could warn Ashley, I flooded her mouth with my seed. She gagged only briefly, and then swallowed without spilling a drop -- like mother, like daughter...

She stood up and kissed me on the lips, the salty taste of my cum still fresh. It had all seemed to happen so fast...

I reached down and fastened my slacks and belt and looked in the mirror to make sure I was dressed, then opened the door to slip out of the dressing room, only to find the young saleslady standing at a nearby rack, pretending to be adjusting something, but the smile on her face as she looked over at me left no doubt that she knew exactly what was going on in the dressing room.

I smiled sheepishly as I brushed past her, wondering if it was just my imagination, or did I detect the familiar aroma of an excited pussy as I walked past...?

My humiliation continued at the cash register as the saleslady was ringing up the items and one of her associates walked up and asked what she was smelling -- the three of us knowing that it was the moisture from Ashley's pussy that had tainted the new lingerie...

The drive home was very quiet.

When we got home, I went upstairs, stretched out on my bed and closed my eyes and began to reflect on the events of the previous couple of hours. Just as I had closed my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, I heard Ashley knock on the door frame and ask if she could come in. I opened my eyes to see her wearing one of the new bra/panty sets and nothing else, and carrying the shopping bag full of her new lingerie.

"I want to do a fashion show for you," she said. "You showed me everything in the dressing room, didn't you?" I asked; to which she answered, "Yes, but I had to change too fast and I want to show you again."

I protested to no avail and finally sat on the foot of the bed to watch the show.

I was treated to a show like no other, each matching lingerie set more erotic and sexy than the last -- the result of which was evident by yet another bulge in my slacks. Ashley would disappear into the master bathroom and emerge in a new outfit, using the short distance from the bathroom towards the bed as her personal fashion runway, striking a pose and asking me if she looked pretty, or sexy and smiling as I reassured her that she looked very sexy indeed.

She finally emerged in a stunning black set that included a small piece of white lace around the edge of both bra and panty, telling me this was the last of it. She walked up and stood right in front of me, both of us realizing the sexual tension between us was volatile. Ashley leaned up on her tip toes and kissed me on the lips again, but this time, she let her lips linger on mine and I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of her soft lips against mine.

Her movement brought me back to reality as I realized she was taking off her bra. By now, there was no fight left in me and I simply watched as she undressed and stood naked before me. After a moment, we kissed again and I turned and gently pushed her back onto the bed and slowly lowered myself to my knees and began kissing the inner thigh of her right leg.

I could smell the strong scent of her sweet pussy juice as I looked up to see her caressing her tits and pinching her nipples. She moaned loudly when my lips covered her outer pussy lips with a gentle kiss, followed by my tongue encircling and flicking her clit.

God she tasted incredible! Better than I imagined! I closed my eyes and let my mouth and tongue explore the depths of her sex, swallowing each mouthful of her sweet nectar as her pussy responded to my efforts.

She arched her back as the first wave of her orgasm took control of her body and the moan that came from her mouth was deep and guttural. I kept licking and sucking on her as I unbuckled my slacks and pushed them and my boxer briefs to the floor so I could stroke my cock.

As the tremors from her orgasm subsided, I stood and, taking hold of her ankles, I spread her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Our eyes met and I hesitated, knowing that what I was about to do would change our relationship forever. "Fuck me daddy, please. I want you to be my first," were the last words I heard Ashley say as my mind exploded at the sensation of her tight warm pussy as my cock pushed passed her outer lips and I sank my shaft into her until I felt my balls rest against the crevice between her legs.

Slowly, then more rapidly, I pistoned my cock into her young pussy, listening to the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other and her lust-filled words of encouragement, "Oh fuck yes... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... FUCK ME DADDY!"

The bed was rocking back and forth as I slammed my cock into her hard. 

She arched her back and screamed as another orgasm racked her body, pushing me over the edge as I joined her with my own orgasm, emptying my balls deep into her womb.

I collapsed onto my elbows above her as both of us gasped for air -- our hearts pounding.

I had just fucked my stepdaughter and took her virginity! My mind should have been racing with the implications of my actions, but I was too exhausted to care...

Epilogue. Since that day, some 3 years ago now, Ashley and I have continued our intimacy whenever the opportunity presents itself. We have fucked and sucked in every room in the house, several of the dressing rooms in the nicer department stores in the area, in the car, in the hottub and in several hotel rooms when she has accompanied me on business trips (at the encouragement of her mother). I have even introduced her to the pleasure of anal sex.

We are careful not to express any desires for each other when her younger sister is home, but my wife learned of our relationship about a year ago when she returned from a trip early in the morning and found Ashley and I sleeping naked in bed together.

To my surprise, my wife stripped off her clothes and slid into bed on the opposite side of me from Ashley and I found myself wrapped in the arms and bodies of two beautiful women when I awoke. 

My wife was very happy that I had taken Ashley's virginity rather than some inexperience teen-aged boy and has encouraged Ashley to 'fill-in' for her whenever she travels. Ashley also routinely joins us naked in the hottub and has even been in the hottub with us when her mother has impaled herself on my cock and gently rocked herself to orgasm while Ashley has fingered herself to her own orgasm.

Ashley is in her mid-twenties now, and just last summer met a young man in whom she is very interested and with whom she has begun having sex, so I don't know how much longer our sexual relationship will last, but if it ended tomorrow, I would have incredible memories of our adventures.

Thank you for letting me share my beautiful family with you.

And for those of you who might be wondering, yes, my youngest stepdaughter is now 18 and there have already been discussions between my wife and I (and apparently between my two stepdaughters also), about how much she flirts and prances around in her lingerie when I'm home... 



Stepdaughter with Her Best Friend



"He's waking up," I heard Ellie, my stepdaughter, say. 

As I opened my eyes, I saw Ellie, dressed in a halter top and sarong, kneeling on the floor in my study. I realized that I was lying on the love seat. Ellie's best friend Tina was crouched beside Ellie, naked.

I groaned, a headache forming right above my eyes. I recalled Tina riding me as she told me a story about sharing Jake the plumber with Ellie in their dorm room, and that I had just asked Tina if she had licked Ellie's pussy.

Ellie's voice from the doorway had been the shock that had caused my blackout. I wondered how long she had been mopping my forehead with a warm cloth. Then I wondered what her nipples looked like. A quick glance confirmed that, despite her Florence Nightingale moment, they were erect, straining braless against the stressed strips of fabric covering her generous cleavage. As she breathed, they swayed, as if begging to be licked.

"Should he go to the hospital to be checked out?" Tina asked, interrupting my reverie.

"I don't think so, I think he just passed out because with so much blood engorging his cock, there was not enough for his brain to deal with my arrival," replied Ellie, with all her pre-med confidence. "I think everything is working fine now."

She giggled, and I realized that she was staring at my erect cock, wobbling upright in the air.

"To answer your question, Daddy, I did lick Ellie's slit clean after Jake had fucked her - actually, after he had fucked both of us." Tina said. "He was out of gas, so while he finished fixing the sink, we played with each other. We were just too horny to be satisfied with what he had to offer."

"I thought you said he had a nice big fat cock," I replied.

Ellie giggled and said, "Is that what she said?"

I still didn't know how much of Tina's seduction scene she had watched, but apparently she had missed seeing her best friend sucking my precum off of a thumb, licking it like a lollipop, teasing me. However, Tina and I had gone a lot further, and I still wondered just when Ellie had started watching

"I actually compared it to your step dad's cock." Tina explained. "Don't you agree that they're a lot alike?"

As she spoke, Tina reached over and stroked my shaft, once only, slowly, dramatically, emphasizing her comment. She cupped my large mushroom head in her fist and squeezed gently. I assumed that from Ellie's position, she had a good view of the slit gaping open.

"Oh, look, its winking at us," Ellie giggled, confirming my thoughts. 

Tina pumped my cock again, flexing her fist, pumping it.

"Not bad recovery for an old man," she slurred, the booze she had guzzled while waiting for Elle still affecting her.

"I thought you said I wasn't old," I stammered, my breathing affected my feeling Ellie leaning closer, wondering whether those were her erect nipples brushing my arm hairs ever so lightly.

"Of course you aren't old Daddy," Ellie interjected. "Tina likes them much older than you."

Since I had married Zola, Ellie's Mom, when Ellie was small, I was the only Dad Ellie had known.

Tina seemed to be enjoying teasing Ellie as much as she had me earlier. I noticed that Tina's slight movement to grasp me had drawn her nearer to Ellie. Their naked shoulders were almost touching I felt like I could almost see the heat radiating between them, linking Tina's naked, just fucked body with Ellie's scantily clad form -- which, if Tina had been correct about Ellie's afternoon plans, was also recently sated. Unless, I considered, she was home early because, slut or not, she had not succeeded in her quest for sex.

"Why are you home so early?" I asked, my brain not editing itself, since alas, too much blood was flooding towards my cock, which was surging to fullness in spite of its recent discharge into Tina's tight twat. "Tina said you were out for the afternoon."

"I decided to come home and see if Tina was here."

"The guy you were with turned out to be a dud you mean?" Tina asked as she tickled my balls with her baby finger, her fist clenching the bottom of my shaft, tilting the head right towards Ellie.

Ellie laughed, deep from her gut. "You know me so well, T. He came in my hand as soon as I got him out of his pants. I thought about going to a bar and trolling, but then I remembered that you had asked if you could sun by the pool. With Mommy going shopping, and the little brother at summer camp, which would leave you and Daddy alone. I know how much you love vamping him. Once I thought about that, I had to see just how far it might go with no one here to chaperone."

"Was it a coincidence that you left a pitcher of margaritas?" I asked.

"Tina doesn't need booze to want to fuck, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to loosen things up," Ellie blushed. "I gotta admit that I was more excited thinking about what might be happening here than I was by my date."

"Just how excited?" I pressed, noticing that Ellie's neck was flushed right down into her cleavage.

"More wet than damp," Ellie admitted, "and my tits were aching so much that I came as soon as my date touched them. I let him think that he was responsible for it."

"Was it me or Daddy that got you so hot?" Tina asked, her free hand gently touching Ellie's arm.

"Both... I remembered all the nights we talked about Daddy, how describing his cock for you got you ready for me to eat your pussy... about how we would pretend a dildo was his cock, and take turns."

"And now I've fucked Daddy for real," Tina taunted, poking her tongue out at Ellie.

"I know. I saw you." Ellie's voice stammered a bit, her boldness fading. 

My cock was confused, it wanted to be kissed by Ellie, sucked by Ellie, to fuck my stepdaughter, whether my brain did or not. Cocks are not inhibited by a conscience. Ellie's ambivalence -- if that was what the stutter represented -- might have caused my organ to begin softening.

Tina prevented any shrinking of my manhood. She rose slightly, leaned across my body, and gave my slit one flick with the very tip of her tongue.

I smiled as I noticed that Ellie also rose, leaning over her friend's naked body so she had a clear view. This confirmed that she was at least still curious. It also gave me a fresh angle to see the dangle of her full tits in that halter, first of the valley between the mounds, and then of the side of her left breast, hanging in the fabric like a melon in a sling.

Ellie's tongue flitted quickly along her lower lip, unconsciously imitating Tina's action.

Still leaning across my body, Tina reached back, and rather than just touching Ellie's arm, caressed it, rubbing firmly from wrist to the inside of the elbow, and then describing slowly smaller circles right in the joint. I felt my lips pucker, and realized that I wished that I could be kissing and licking that flesh. I knew how it drove Zola nuts when I did that, and Tina's attention to that spot suggested 'like mother, like daughter'.

"Did watching make you all wet?" Tina asked teasingly. "Ellie likes watching, Daddy," she added, looking me in the eye. Well, she was once I pulled my gaze from Ellie's tit. Both girls giggled as I blushed, and Ellie's nipples brushed against my chest, only the fabric of her halter separating us. 

As I wondered how much of Ellie's actions were intentional, and whether she really wanted to fuck me, or only tease me, Tina shifted again, gracefully pivoting closer to Ellie, and turned almost facing her. 

"Why are you the only one wearing clothes, El?" Tina breathed. Now I knew I'd fell asleep watching porn again, and this was all a dream. Except it was my computer porn that Tina had discovered before seducing me. Maybe this was her porn star moment?

I realized that for a moment, everything was frozen, freeze framed. We were at a turning point. Until now, Tina had been the primary tease, Ellie mainly a spectator. If she stopped at this stage, we could all just laugh it off as Tina being drunk, Ellie walking in and getting confused, and me, well, I'm a man. Blame hormones.

"Maybe she doesn't want us to know how wet she is. After all she never answered that question," I said.

Tina was bolder than me. She was not conflicted about wanting to fuck my stepdaughter, nor about watching us fuck. She advanced the action by reaching over and undoing the knot behind Ellie's neck. The two triangular slings dropped, revealing Ellie's pendulous boobs to my hungry eyes for the first time. I had not seen her topless since she was a little girl.

"What do you think Daddy? Which of us has nicer tits?" Tina asked, dropping my cock so that she could cup both of Ellie's mounds in her palms and give them a quick heft before she rose higher and strained her chest towards me, presenting handfuls of her smaller, firmer athlete's flesh.

"I thought this... is about Ellie... about...whether... she is...wet," I stammered, dodging the question. My cock however stood firm, unaided by Tina's fist, so my interest remained obvious.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Tina replied. 

Before Ellie could speak, or move to stop her, Tina ran her right hand down from Ellie's shoulder to her waist, stopping only briefly to fondle my stepdaughter's tit, this time giving the nipple a distinct tug, which made Ellie wince.

"No fair," I objected, "What you're doing to her now probably is making her wet even if she wasn't while she was watching us."

Tina chuckled, nodding agreement. At the same time, she grasped the knot in the sarong, which sat high on Ellie's right hip -- the fabric angled down towards the left, dipping low enough to suggest the absence of panties, and possibly even tan lines. The skirt fell away, puddling in Ellie's lap and across her legs, leaving some modesty, which my cock agreed was even more exciting than complete nudity. My balls were tight to my groin, my shaft full, and my slit was leaking precum. 

Ellie noticed my reaction, perhaps because my hand moved automatically down to cup my balls, and I may have given my prick a good shake.

"Enjoying the show, Daddy?" she squeaked, in a tiny voice that reminded me of the timid six year old who had been the flower girl when I married her mother. This was no act, but she had not contradicted Tina's accusations of being a slut, and had openly talked about her disappointing date. Her shyness must be related to the taboo of nakedness in front of me, which made me feel better about my own ambivalence.

Tina spoke before I could answer. "One look at his cock and you know he likes this."

She slipped her hand under the loose folds of Ellie's sarong, not baring that honey pot entirely. The subtle finger motions suggested what she was doing, which somehow was sexier than if I had a clear view. I fisted my cock, noticing that Ellie's eyes were glued to my activity. I was amazed that she was able to pretend to ignore what was happening in her lap.

Finally, Ellie's jaw relaxed, her lower lip dropped a millimetre, and her breathing became panting. Only then did she turn her face to look deeply into her best friend's eyes. 

"Yes, watching you fuck Daddy made me wet," she admitted. "But not as wet as what you are doing now."

"I know, I can feel it now, silly," Tina laughed. "What part of me seducing Daddy did you like best?"

"Well, I didn't see the beginning, and that was probably the best part. I would have loved to see the look on his face then."

"I found her naked in here, and quickly saw she'd been cruising porn on my computer," I croaked.

"His jaw dropped open, and his eyes popped out like in a cartoon," Tina added. Her hand was busy rubbing Ellie. The fabric still masked the details, but Tina's elbow was moving back and forth, suggesting that she had wasted no time teasing Ellie's labia apart, and had already begun fingerfucking that young twat. I found myself wondering whether it was natural, shaved, or nicely trimmed, perhaps in a heart design... my mind wandered.

"I think Daddy likes this almost as much as I do," Ellie moaned. "Look how his cock is standing straight up. I didn't know old guys could get that stiff."

Tina turned just her head, not pausing in her play with Ellie. Her eyes travelled along my body from my erection up to meet my eyes, and then her lips spread into a huge grin. 

"Ellie hasn't fucked nearly as many old guys as I have, Mr. B...oops, I mean Daddy. She really is a slut, I wasn't lying about that, but her type is mainly muscular jocks, and she has a weak spot for guys with tans -- a lot of them are gardeners, yard guys, pool boys, that sort. I guess that's why Jake, being another hunky working man, got her going."

"Don't forget nerdy boys, though, T. I love seducing virgins."

Tina chuckled and nodded. "That's right, Mr. B. No library is a safe place when your step daughter is around. Horn rim glasses won't hide a man with steel from her. Of course, one look at Ellie, and they turn to steel."

"Nice and hard," Ellie moaned, each word drawn out into two or three syllables as Tina's fingers worked magic in Ellie's lap.

My brain pulsed, generating incongruent images of Ellie spritely flouncing between tables in one of her blue micro bikinis -- the ones that had made me avert my eyes all summer, denying my obsession by not looking - her bouncing bountiful boobs acting like magnets to pull eyes up from heavy tomes, and cause tongues to flop out of mouths. I quickly realized that the halter and sarong she wore today, which were more reasonable spring school wear, would do the job just fine. 

"Short shorts," I blurted, not meaning to talk out loud, thinking of other legitimate student clothing that would drive the boys wild.

"Is that what you like, Mr. T? Cut off white jean shorts, with cuffs just below the ass, to show you wear to look? Or would you prefer them even smaller, with a bit of butt flashing, making you wonder if Ellie is wearing a thong or going commando? Do you picture them crisp and clean, or sweaty, frayed near the crotch, maybe wet from washing the car?"

"Is that why you girls are always offering to wash my car?"

"We were starting to wonder if you would ever notice," Ellie answered.

"So I finally decided that I had to take direct action," Tina added.

No one spoke for a moment as Tina shifted her position slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Ellie was enjoying the slight jiggle of Tina's modest bosom as much as I was. Settling so she was turned more towards me, Tina continued finger fucking her best friend, my stepdaughter, and if anything, was plunging harder and deeper into that young vault. The new angle allowed her to reach up with her right hand and resume fondling my cock.

"So am I," I gasped, barely able to speak as Tina's hand pumped my shaft, urging me closer to another explosion.

"Oh, T, don't waste Daddy's load." Ellie sighed, her voice dropping another octave as her chest flushed red. I had never seen her orgasm, but this was how her Mom looked just prior to climax.

"Do you want to swallow this load? Or have it in one of our cunts? If you want to taste him, I have a load in my pussy you can eat."

Ellie did not answer right away. Her head had drooped over, hair brushing my shoulder, her eyes shut, her jaw slack. I thought I saw a little strand of drool forming. Tina's arm had slowed, easing Ellie that last bit to the edge. 

With a sigh, Ellie plunged over the edge, her hips suddenly rising up, the sarong slipping away. Her head rose off the sofa, and she threw her hair back as she thrashed about. I could now see Tina's hand pumping deep inside Ellie, four stiff cocklike fingers moving in a blur, and thumb waggling against Ellie's clit.

"Oh, yes, Ohmigawd, Dadddddddddy....." Ellie screamed. I was glad Zola wasn't home, and wondered quickly whether Ellie's climax was loud enough that her Mom would hear it at the mall, or wherever she was.

The waves subsided and Ellie slumped against the couch, her head so close that I felt her breath bathing my ear. "Tina makes me come so good, Daddy. I screamed your name because I wished that you could feel how great it was."

I lifted my head just enough to turn and give her forehead a gentle stepfather kiss, trying not to deal with how similar Ellie's shaking orgasm was to when Zola played with our toys. Trying to ignore those thoughts just made me move on to reflecting that fingers or dildoes always made Zola want a good hard fucking, usually followed by a cleaning from my tongue. Was this also like mother like daughter? 

A sweet musky odour wafted to my nostrils as Tina moved her hand up out of Ellie's crotch, and began caressing those pendulous breasts. This smell was also familiar, though likely more because mother and daughter ate similar diets and shared soap than genetics.

I shook my head slightly, seeking denial. My efforts were wasted, as Ellie tilted her face and planted her lips squarely on mine, her tongue forcing my mouth wider, slipping past my teeth, and thrusting into my cheek before darting out as she spoke.

"Silly Daddy, that's the proper way to kiss a girl." 

Just the sort of thing her mother might say.

"Good thing you didn't come when Ellie did, Mr. B." Tina said, jolting me back to reality. 

What was I doing kissing my stepdaughter? Though technically, it was Ellie who had kissed me. 

I did not have long to be contemplative, because Tina followed her comment up by quickly returning her attentions to my stiff flagpole. More precum had seeped from the tip while we were focussed on Ellie's pleasure. The scents mingled in the air into a heady brew.

"Isn't that a beautiful cock, El? Wouldn't you love to lick that sheen right off of it?"

Half my brain wanted to scream "No". It was wrestling with the half ruled by my cock, which was saying "She's already watched you fuck her best friend, she wants to fuck you. What the hell? Why not?"

Because her mother would kill me, that's why not. Zola might forgive me being seduced by Tina -- after all, I hadn't gone looking for it, and a naked teen is hard to resist. A follow up fuck of my wife's daughter, with lots of chances to say no, was a whole different story. I was supposed to be mentoring her, not fucking her, even if she was a slut. Even if, as Tina had hinted, Zola might be a slut too.

"It is so beautiful," I heard Ellie answer dreamily, "fatter than most of the guys I've fucked. In fact, it looks just about perfect. The few that I've tried that looked bigger hurt too much."

She paused, giggled, her post orgasmic state replaced, I guessed, by a fresh surge of horniness. "And, anything bigger would definitely not fit up my ass."

Up her ass? My stepdaughter did anal?

Tina apparently saw my confusion. As she shifted along the floor and positioned herself where she could start licking my balls she said, "Oh, Mr. B. -- Daddy - did I leave out the part where Ellie isn't just your ordinary slut, she's an anal slut?"

"Well, T, if you want to be fully accurate, I'm pretty much a double penetration slut. If I can't find two hard cocks, toys will do, or of course, fingers...or feet. I love a good toe job."

I was still speechless from what I has seen and heard already, and Tina was too busy for the moment to respond immediately. She was running the flat edge of her tongue up the underside of my shaft. She stopped short of the head, which was now slimy from precum, and ran her mouth down my length after rimming the bottom edge of my helmet.

Only then did Tina look up, a wide grin on her shiny teen lips. She met my eyes, and her mouth spread even wider, her tongue flicking across her teeth and moistening her lips. She looked ravenously hungry. My abdominal muscles tensed defensively, some primal caveman instinct worrying that she might decide to chomp down and eat my cock as a snack, and not in a pleasant way.

After holding my gaze for a few heartbeats, or forever, it was hard to tell, Tina shifted just her eyes. I knew that she was now staring at Ellie, but I could not tell how Ellie was responding, or whether she was passively relaxing post orgasm, or playing with herself. Her bountiful tits were a younger firmer version of her mother's, a great contrast with Tina's tighter smaller bumps. I found myself no longer wondering which sort I preferred, but just glad that God had provided such variety for my personal enjoyment.




Stepdaughter with Her Best Friend



Since no one else had spoken, Ellie filled the silence. "If you aren't careful, T, that thing might go off."

Both girls giggled, I shifted my head carefully, not wanting to be obvious, but allowing myself to check that Ellie's nipples were still erect, like two large pebbles trying to drag the weight of her chest down, fighting her youthful athletic muscularity. 

"I'm counting on the fact that he came hard inside me to slow him down this time, El," Tina said, her fingers still drumming against my inner thighs and teasing my balls.

"He looks just about ready..." Ellie paused. We waited. She continued,"...and it would be such a shame to waste it."

Tina laughed again, and replied. "What shall we do with it then, El?"

I thought I saw my stepdaughter gulp, but maybe I was just projecting my own conflicted feelings of lust and guilt onto her. Was the bragging a cover for fear, or was she as bold as Tina claimed? We had reached a turning point. If she touched me, or said she wanted to, she was committing to crossing a line. Then, it would be up to me to stop her. Or not.

I want to take it up my pussy, while I eat what's left of his last load out of you before it dries," Ellie suggested. She had made her move. 

"Don't you want to taste it first?" I asked before I had a chance to think. So much for the taboo.

"Yeah, El, go for it," Tina added. She emphasized her encouragement by pumping me again with her fist, baby finger trailing toyingly across my sac. Only her tight grip prevented my exploding right then.

Ellie had not moved from her crouching position on the floor by where my head lay on the love seat. I watched her tits rise and fall with her breathing, her nipples swaying. I wondered whether she would move Tina out of the way and lick me from that side, or whether she might want 69, or just drag those delicious looking points down my flesh, but not offer me a taste of her sweetness.

"Are you chicken suddenly?" Tina asked, her tone not teasing now. "Being a slut with strangers, classmates, dates, is fine, but sucking your stepfather's cock is just good as a fantasy?"

"It's fine if you want to stop," I agreed.

"She talks about this all of the time," Tina told me. Then she turned to look Ellie in the eye. "Sometimes, hot fantasies are only hot when it is just imagination."

Tina turned her head to look back at me. "Ellie and I get off together sharing her fantasies a lot -- when we can't find a guy, or two, or sometimes while they recover. A lot of Ellie's fantasies feature you." 

Both girls giggled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ellie's shoulders relax again. Tina reached over again, taking Ellie's hand, and placed it on my shoulder. I felt warmth spread through my body, pulsing into my groin. The forbidden fruit that was about to be plucked really did add to the excitement. I heard the little devil voice in my brain stem wondering if the thrill might wear off. Only one way to find out, it argued.

Tina had released my cock, and a first chunk of goo nudged tentatively out of the tip, surging enough to coat the head, but then subsiding. The hand which Tina had been using to stroke me now guided Ellie's fingers along my chest, drawing my stepdaughter closer to me, so that she had to rise up, her face above me as I lay there, her hair brushing against my cheeks. Her mouth was close enough that I felt her breath bathing my nipple.

As Ellie's tits dangled by my side, I watched Tina lean over and suckle Ellie's right nipple, after first cupping the pendulous flesh in her free hand. Tina's tongue flicked quickly across the bud, sending a shiver through Ellie, causing her other nipple to rub fleetingly against my chest hair.

"If you aren't careful, I'm going to explode before you two are ready," I managed to croak out as Tina drew Ellie's nipple firmly into her mouth. Ellie sighed, obviously enjoying a familiar sensation, and again, tension flowed out of her body.

Tina's hand moved around from Ellie's breast, stroking her back, and then flowed down to caress that fine young ass, though I could barely see this with Ellie shielding all but Tina's head and shoulder from me, and was largely inferring from how the two youngsters moved. What I really saw was Tina's shoulder shifting and Ellie's body swaying.

"Wouldn't want to w...waste it," Ellie gasped. 

"You're being very naughty, Ellie," I said, without thinking. 

"Yes, I am," she giggled, "and what happens to naughty girls, Tina?"

"They get punished," her best friend replied, pulling her head back from Ellie's tit. 

"Ellie loves being punished, Daddy." She continued. "Don't you, slut?"

Ellie nodded, which caused her left nipple to rub against my flesh. At the same moment, Tina tweaked Ellie's right nipple, giving it a hard twist, causing my stepdaughter to yelp. This caused her to move further along, so that I now felt her breath washing my navel.

"What sort of punishment should this naughty girl receive?" Tina asked.

"May I have a spanking, please, mistress?" Ellie responded quickly. This sounded like a well practiced role play. Another passion in common with her mother, perhaps?

I glanced at Tina. She saw me looking, and smirked at me. "What do you think, Daddy, does this naughty girl deserve a spanking?"

"She looks so cute, so innocent... don't mark her, that would spoil the fun," I improvised, hoping I was close to the script.

Ellie's body was vibrating with a mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes seemed locked on my cock. It waggled, and this made her giggle, and relax a bit. "It's saying hello," she observed.

"You should shake hands," I encouraged. Ellie started reaching forward, tentatively, but stopped, and shook her head, just a tiny bit, more hesitation than refusal. 

"Touch it, slut," Tina commanded. As she spoke, she slapped Ellie's ass, just once, firmly.

"Ouch," Ellie complained, but then she giggled, her tongue flitting across her teeth and over her lips, a sure sign that she was having fun.

"Oh, you like this?" Tina said, striking the other cheek. 

This blow jolted Ellie forward. I could now feel her breath on my dripping cock head. The hand she stuck out to steady herself fell on my thigh, almost tickling the edge of my abundant nest of pubic hair. 

"I said, touch it, slut," Tina repeated, spanking Ellie again.

My stepdaughter's big tits wobbled from the blow, her nipples caressing my belly. She still seemed reluctant to follow her best friend's commands, but her hand began gently rubbing my leg, and gradually tickling my pubes. I was just able to glance back far enough to see that Tina had risen up off of her haunches, one hand still resting on Ellie's hip. Tina's eyes were glued to my tip, her nipples jutting out so far from her modest boobs that they looked painful. Her jaw was slack. She may have been drooling. Her excitement was a bit surprising, since she and I had just fucked. I knew it had to be caused by the thrill of the taboo of my stepdaughter touching me, perhaps even sucking and fucking me.

"It's winking at me," Ellie giggled, still nervous. 

"It wants you to touch it," Tina said. "And you know that you want to -- any good slut would."

The giggling meant that Ellie's warm breath continued to bathe my erection, threatening to make me explode in anticipation. Her hair stroked softly along my skin. Her nipples tantalizingly brushed my flesh. 

My hand moved, just a millimetre or so, without my thinking about it. The hairs on the top of that hand were warmed by the heat radiating off of Ellie's naked flesh. 

"You do know you want to," I whispered. Ellie and Tina would assume I spoke to Ellie, but I knew that I was speaking as much to my conscience.

"N...n...no," Ellie stammered, shaking her head, "it's just not right. I'm sorry, T. I'm sorry, Daddy, for leading you on, but fantasy is one thing. Reality is another."

She pulled back, away from the couch, settling on her haunches next to Tina. I rolled onto my side. My cock remained stiff, jutting out at right angles, undeterred by Ellie's decision.

I thought Tina might punish Ellie, but instead, she shifted so that their hips touched and began gently massaging Ellie's back and stroking her hair, calming her.

"It's okay, sweetie, you don't need to do anything you don't want to," I said, "We can stop now if you want to."

"Daddy's right," Tina agreed. "You don't need to touch that fat juicy cock, or suck it past your hungry lips, across your pearly teeth. You don't need to feel it in your cheek, slipping deep, until it fills your throat, making you gag for air, but too ravenous to worry about breathing. You don't need to feel it throbbing inside your slutty teen pussy. You can keep on just fanaticizing about how wonderful it feels when, just before he comes, the head spreads even wider and the shaft pulsates. You can keep being jealous of your mother."

Tina paused, her hands kneading Ellie's shoulders. I lay on my side, close enough that as Tina's arms travelled down Ellie's body, my stepdaughter's hair tickled my nose.

"Of course," Tina continued, as she slipped her hands under Ellie's arms, each cupping a heavy tit, searching for and tugging on already elongated nipples, "now you do have to be jealous of me too, because I've experienced all of these things. I know that not only is your stepfather a great fuck, he's a great lover. I know what you'll be missing if you don't do any of these things."

"I...I...do....do want to know...I think," Ellie stammered, and then she sighed, long and softly, leaning her head back against Tina's shoulder.

There are few sights more appealing than a swanlike neck elongated. Ellie's perky young full boobs bobbing upwards, displaying the 'deer in the headlights' erect nipples framed by Tina's nails came close. I was gripping my cock without consciously remembering moving my hand.

"Your mother knows how great fucking me is. She loves the feel of my cock in her mouth. Sometimes she accuses me of marrying her because of the great head she used to give me in the car when I took her on dates when you were just a toddler." I chuckled, gave my shaft a quick heft. "Every time she does that, we end up having great sex. The only time it's better is when we role play that it is you I'm fucking, that she's taught you how to suck a cock just as well as she does. She plays you, tells me about learning to swallow a banana without breaking it...."

"Daddy....." Ellie exclaimed, shocked.

At the same moment Tina, who had been licking Ellie's neck, looked me in the eye, chuckling. "Mr. B, I knew you were kinky, but that's extreme..."

Ellie giggled, turning her head to beg a kiss from Tina. The girls locked lips, tongues twisting past teeth, exploring, as Tina continued kneading my stepdaughter's tits, until one of Tina's hands strayed along down Ellie's belly.

They came up for air. Tina's fingers were busy, fondling a nipple, and burrowing into Ellie's lap. I could not quite see exactly what she was doing, but my cock insisted that Tina was teasing Ellie's clit. My cock liked that idea, and strained even more rigidly upward, almost ready to explode.

"I bet what Daddy did to the babysitters on the way home was even more extreme," Ellie said.

"Only the few who were over eighteen," I replied.

"Did Mommy know what you did with them?" Ellie asked. She giggled before I could respond, licked Tina's nose, and said to Tina, "I bet he got Mommy all hot telling her what he did with those girls."

"I wonder just what he did to them." Tina replied. 

She nibbled Ellie's earlobe, fingers still working away, now making squishy sounds erupt from my stepdaughter's lap. I felt like I was about to erupt, and found myself regretting the turn the conversation had taken. My aching cock wanted attention. It might have preferred the novelty of Ellie's lips, but would have settled for her fingers, or any part of Tina. Instead, they were diverted by the story, and playing amongst themselves.

"I did whatever the babysitter wanted," I said, testing their responses. I was pleased that they paused and both turned to look at me. "Even the virgins."

"How did you know what the virgins wanted?" Tina asked.

"They were the toughest to know about. A couple, I knew they were virgins; I eased into things over several drives. I would start just by chatting with them."

I gently massaged my balls as I recalled the tender treats, but then I remembered that those sitters had been about the same age as my audience. This was a seduction, not masturbation. 

"I bet it wasn't too hard to get them talking..." Ellie prompted.

"...about sex," Tina added.

"I think any eighteen year old virgin thinks about sex almost constantly," I agreed.

"I know I do, and I'm certainly no virgin," Ellie giggled.

"I bet you fucked a lot of dads when you babysat," Tina teased.

"Most of them just wanted to play with my titties, a few wanted a blow job. I think I only actually fucked one. But the fun was a big part of the reason I kept on babysitting after I turned eighteen."

"Dads love big boobs on a girl your age," I pointed out. 

I squeezed the root of my shaft tightly, restraining my urgency. 

"No fair that big titted girls get so much more fun," Tina pouted with mock drama.

"But I think your tits are so much sexier -- don't you agree Daddy?" Ellie said.

I wasn't going to get trapped there. 

"I think both of you have perfect racks for your respective bodies," I replied.

"Did most of the sitters you sexed up have big or little titties?" Tina persisted, perhaps because of her insecurity about her chest size. 

"Does it matter?" Ellie said, "Daddy clearly loved fucking you, and I bet he played with your nipples too. I know that I love that part."

To emphasize her comment, Ellie took the aggressive role, a side of her which Tina had described, but which I had not yet seen, at least not sexually. Ellie shifted just enough to comfortably draw her best friend's excited right nipple into her lips. I could see the tiny jaw movement as teeth clamped over flesh, and then Ellie drew her head back, very slowly, in gentle tiny increments.

Tina moaned, throwing her head back, running her fingers through my stepdaughter's hair, keeping Ellie tight to her breast. I noticed that Ellie had stretched her shapely young legs out along the floor, beside where I lay on the love seat. I did not have time to consider the implications before I realized that my hand was reaching down towards that forbidden flesh. I stroked firmly, but only once down from the knee to the ankle, and then I waited to see whether she would object.

Instead, she purred kittenishly, and then lifted her lips from Tina's nipple just long enough to say to Tina, "Mmmm. You love it too."

As Ellie kissed Tina's left nipple, she slid her hand up inside Tina's thigh. I had a clearer view with them in these positions, and rather than guessing, like I had when Tina had finger fucked Ellie, I watched Ellie's thumb expertly twirling Tina's clit as she introduced her fingers one by one into her friend's gash. Once all four fingers were in place, she stiffened her knuckles and began hard cock like thrusting, the tempo picking up with each movement.

I realized that my hand had copied Ellie's action, sliding up my stepdaughter's upper leg, though along the outer edge. She shifted her feet, rotating her hips, wordlessly allowing me access to her most private parts.

"I love you Tina," Ellie moaned, coming up for air as my thumb slipped along swollen labia, ducking through the trough of her pudenda, but popping up to tweak the base of her clit.

My stepdaughter and I had definitely passed the point of no return.

"Love you too, El," Tina panted. She then looked up towards me and said, "Tell me more about the babysitter action, Daddy, help me come."

"Me too, Daddy, make me cum...with your fingers and your words, tell us how you figured out what those virgins wanted and gave it to them," Ellie giggled just before she started licking down Tina's dewy belly.

"Like I said, I took my time. The two of you guessed right, most of them drew the conversations around to sex pretty quickly." 

I chuckled, recalling those days fondly, and dug my hand deeper inside my stepdaughter's pussy, my fingers now imitating Ellie's actions, fucking her as she fucked Tina.

"I remember there was one night, not long after I started dating Zola, who had blown me, and then I had eaten her pussy. Both smells must have been lingering in the car, because the babysitter started sniffing, and then asked what the funny odour was."

Both Ellie and Tina were spellbound by my story. Tina's jaw hung slack, her relaxation total as Ellie's furious fucking had slowed to a crawl. I realized that I was continuing to match my stepdaughter's pace, which made her moan with excitement, her juices coating my hand.

"Am I holding you right on the edge of orgasm, T?" Ellie panted as I paused, "because that's exactly what I'm trying to do. Daddy is matching me, so I'm just on the brink myself. I wish this could last forever. Well, maybe not forever. I do love the bursting feeling when a well built climax explodes inside of me. I'm glad I decided to go with the flow and let Daddy do this to me."

She slid up Tina's body and kissed her friend, tongues locking. When she came up for air, she teased each nipple with a swift smooch, but then buried her tongue deep in Tina's navel. I continued my tales of adventures in babysitting as I watched that Ellie kissing lower down Tina's body.

"So, I told the girl -- let's call her Alice - that it was the smell of sex. I said I was surprised that she had never smelt it before. I told her that a pretty girl like her must have had plenty of boyfriends."

Both teen girl heads were bobbing up and down -- Ellir's in Tina's lap, Tina simply with passion -- so I was left to interpret their groaning as asking 'did you fuck her right then?'

"A lot of guys might have asked Alice to fuck, been shot down, because she was a virgin. Instead, I listened to her denial of dating -- not shocking, she was a nice church school girl still babysitting at eighteen. I told her that I hoped that she wasn't upset by the smell, by knowing that Zola and I played together in the car. A lot of the babysitters got skittish then, those I never went further with. Alice was one of the ones who said that lots of their friends did 'it' in cars, because like Zola and I, they had no where else private to play, and grownups have urges."

I paused, savouring the sensation of Ellie's pussy muscles clamping around my fingers with each stroke, trying to keep them inside of her, while wanting at the same time to let the pistoning continue. Ellie's head was now twisting from side to side, hair flying wildly as she pleasured Tina. The combination of scents was not unlike the mix of orgasmic odours in that car with Alice, which reminded me that Ellie must taste my left over seed spilt into Tina earlier. She must know this as well, yet she kept on lapping it up, without hesitation.

"Luckily, I took Zola out again the next night," I recalled, "and she got Alice to baby sit you, Ellie. Zola was as horny as ever. She played with my cock under the table at dinner, then at the movie, we sat in the back and she took my cock out, jerked me, and then swallowed my goo into her mouth as I came. So the car only smelled of her orgasm that night. Alice noticed right away. She asked if we had not had sex that night. I corrected her, pointing out that technically, oral sex is not having sex the way the term is commonly used. She pouted a bit. A block later though, she said that she was just noticing that the car smelled different -- still not like her parent's car, but not as sweet as the night before. That's when I told her that the muskiness was a pure female scent, unmasked, absent the sweet smell of my semen. I explained why after she asked."




Stepdaughter with Her Best Friend



"What happened next, Mr. B?" Tina groaned, as Ellie switched, by the looks of her head movements, to a vertical licking of Tina's pussy.

I paused for a moment to admire my stepdaughter's healthy but firm young ass bobbing up and down as she ate her friend, all just inches away from me. Tina's hips were bouncing up to meet Ellie's face, and Tina was pulling on her own nipples, hard, obviously enjoying the pain with the pleasure.

Then I resumed my story, closing my eyes as I spoke. "Alice said 'Good, I was afraid maybe you and Zola were stopping having sex. I know with my friends that usually means that they stop dating soon after. I would hate not seeing you again.' I knew then that I had her."

"Did you have her right then?" Tina panted. I opened my eyes, saw that she had one hand still caressing her own boobs, but the other now was shoving Ellie's head deeper into her cunt.

"No. As I said, I took my time with these tender flowers. With Alice, that second night, I just drove a less direct route to her home, to see if she would be spooked."

Tina's forceful encouragement of Ellie's oral efforts made my stepdaughter's ass bob more vigourously. Before I thought of what I was doing, I realized that my hand, as if with a mind of its own, was reaching towards that forbidden flesh. Before I touched her tush, though, gravity had its way with me, tumbling my whole body off of the couch. Luckily, I landed softly, the roll and drop to the carpet not long enough to gather velocity. 

I decided to pretend that I had intended the move, and said, "There. Now I can see better,"

"More story please, Daddy," Tina urged, though I was amazed that she could speak between groans. "Alice said nothing about my driving slowly through People's Park, which would never have been the quick way to her house, even at the speed limit. Nothing more happened that second night and it was a couple of weeks before she babysat again. That third night, when her parents dropped her off, I noticed right away that her little chest was elevated more than usual, and deduced she had acquired a push up bra. She also was wearing a very sheer white top that showed off the bra, and stopped short of her belly button. Her abs were totally flat, toned like only a teen can be. While Zola was saying good night to you, Ellie, Alice made a point of bending down to get something out of her packsack. First, this displayed her heart shaped ass in her tight shorts. There was no panty line, but the top string of her thong peeked at me as Alice bent down deeper, digging in her sack..."

"I bet you wanted to fuck her right there," Tina said.

"It certainly made my cock hard, but remember, this was the front foyer of Zola's house, and I was going out with Zola. Though through most of the evening, I was distracted by thoughts of how Alice might taste. That did change a bit on the way back to Zola's, when Zola commented on how hard I had been all through the date. She apologized, said she had been afraid to touch my cock, in case I exploded in my pants. Then, for the first time since we started dating, she suggested that instead of sex play in the car, or somewhere else awkward, I go back to her house after I drove Alice home, and we could finally have proper sex in her bedroom."

"Soooo....c...cl...close," Tina groaned, so loudly that I was glad for the soundproofing of my den, so the neighbours would not hear.

She trashing wildly, and I surmised that an orgasm was imminent, so I paused briefly to allow the audience to regroup. From where I knelt close behind Ellie, I could see clearly how she was expertly eating her best friend. That teenage tongue was alternating between long smooth strokes up either side of Tina's gash, spaced by loving attention to her clit. Ellie would first bobble the nub with just the tip of her tongue, all the while toying with Tina's pussy with the tips of her fingers. As Ellie slurped the flesh between her lips, drawing it between her teeth, those fingers thrust deeper. My stepdaughter then began bobbing her head; sucking Tina like that clit was a tiny cock. This was accompanied by four full hard fingers fucking deep into the sodden pussy which was thrusting back up off of the floor to meet Ellie's mouth and hand.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww," Tina roared, throwing her elbows back against the carpet, her whole body arching upwards, and slamming back to the floor. This continued not once, not twice, but at least a half dozen times, as Ellie grasped Tina's hips, mouth clamped tight over clit, jaw working frantically. 

At last, the climax subsided, the movements slowed, though Tina was still visibly vibrating, her hips still rising in response to Ellie's ongoing attentions, but slowing. Tina's thrashing hair calmed as well, and her screams settled into a smile.

"My ass is sore, Daddy," Tina said through her grin. "Ellie's been a bad little slut, letting my butt pound the floor like that. I think that you need to slap her ass so that she knows what it feels like."

I responded swiftly, not allowing Ellie a chance to protest. I start with a mild swipe across her round right cheek, and immediately added a matching strike on the left. I admired how her flesh jiggled, but noticed that in spite of her full figure, her ass felt firm to the touch. I longed to caress that lovely butt, but knew that complying with Tina's commands would lead to a fun game too. 

"More, please, Daddy." It was Ellie begging, lifting her mouth off of Tina's clit finally, and starting to plant soft kisses on her friend's inner thighs. "I've been a really bad slut."

"How bad?" I asked. "Two more spanks per side? Three? Four?"

I counted as I spoke, watching her flesh turn pink, and then red. Her hips were rocking now, thrusting back to meet my blows, seemingly eager for more.

"No more," Ellie finally begged. I noticed that as she humped back towards my hand, her knees had spread wider, exposing her wet labia, and I could swear that her anus was winking at me.

I looked down at Tina, who was propped up on her elbows, perky nipples still excited. She nodded. 

"I think that's enough punishment, Daddy. Tell us more about Alice, please."

Ellie twisted slightly, so that I could see how thoroughly her chin was coated with Tina's juices -- a droplet even hung from her nose. Her lips were shiny, spread wide in an enthusiastic grin. 

"Yes, please, Daddy, I love this story," Ellie agreed, before resuming kissing Tina's skin, now planting a smooch inside each knee, and working down those athlete's calves.

I smiled back, nodded at Tina. I rested a hand on Ellie's hip, softly kneading her flesh as I spoke.

"You might understand that I was torn. I wanted to get back to Zola's and fuck in her bed -- this would be an important step in our relationship. But Alice bounced out of the doorway, so eager looking, grinning like you girls are right now, That tiny shirt road higher with each step, and those young tits seemed to be trying to bounce free, despite the bra -- begging me to lick them. When she climbed into the passenger seat, my eyes were as conflicted as my heart and my cock -- wanting to look down her cleavage, but also drawn to admiring the camel toe effect of her tight shorts, where her thin legs were almost but not quite closed together."

Ellie's tongue curled out of her mouth, carving perfect circles around the bony inside of Tina's right ankle. Tina's fingers had travelled down her tummy as I spoke, and she was casually caressing her own pussy. 

I paused again, slowly rubbing Ellie's rear, until I realized that I was wishing that her tongue was rimming the ridge of my cockhead, rather than teasing Tina. I locked eyes with Tina, who was smirking at me, and decided that perhaps I was the one being teased.

"So what happened next, Daddy?" Tina prompted, jolting me out of my daze.

"Alice commented on the odour, or lack, more accurately. She joked that the vehicle was back to a 'new car smell'. I decided to drive even more slowly to Alice's home, and detoured deep through a park that was no where near on the way. The whole time I was driving away from her house, Alice stared out the front window, chattering happily about how much fun she had playing with you, Ellie. About the time I turned into the park, I noticed that Alice was rubbing her legs tightly together, and the car was starting to be filled with her scent."

Ellie had flattened her tongue and ran it along the inside of Tina's right foot. I could only think how much it looked like she would be expert at bathing the underside of a shaft. She then swirled the tip around the base of Tina's big toe, causing the foot to slay, and slurped that fat stub into her cheek, commencing to suck fiercely. 

My cock bobbed up to a right angle, still wanting to explode. It twitched so close to my stepdaughter's ass that if Ellie shifted back a millimetre, I would be poking her flesh. An inch back, and an inch to the right, and I might be fucking her ass. A few hours ago, I was oblivious to her sexuality. Now, I was wondering whether she would rather that I heft her up and just enter her pussy, or if she would get more of a thrill from the double taboo of being fucked by me up the dirt road.

Tina moaned in response to Ellie's sucking, and I saw that she was frantically thumbing her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipple with the other, her hips gyrating as yet another orgasm seemed near. I silently thanked Tina's horniness for opening this chapter of my life, though I still found myself to be uncertain whether I dared actually carry this through to the conclusion and fuck Ellie. Sex play crossed one taboo line. Fucking the stepdaughter would change the family dynamic forever.

I tried to distract myself by closing my eyes and recalling more about Alice.

"At first, I did not react overtly to Alice's actions, but the combination of the sight and the smell was driving me nuts." 

Sort of like Ellie and Tina, I paused to reflect, but then I continued, as Ellie was rolling each of Tina's toes individually on her tongue, and both girls were too enraptured to speak.

"It was Alice who broke the silence, as I drove silently along the ridge just above that little hidden parking area designed for access to the River Walk - where lovers park at night to make out. Alice was a virgin, but she had friends who had told her about the spot, apparently, because she asked me why I'd driven past the turn off. After all, she reasoned, now that the car smelled like sex, someone should have the sex to go with the smell."

"Sounds to me like Alice was doing just fine in the having the sex department," Tina suggested.

"But she wanted more. All that remained was finding out how much more. So I told her that parking where her chums hang out was not such a great idea. Zola and I had found much more private spots. Since we were past the seduction stage, I moved one hand onto Alice's knee."

"Did she slide it up her inner thigh?" Tina asked between pants for air, her hips again bouncing upwards.

"We both just left it there while I drove. The silence was deafening, though Alice was breathing almost like you are now. As we turned out of the park, Alice finally moved again. She asked me if I wanted to see her tits. Before I could answer, she took her top off, leaving me torn between watching the road and peeking down her bra."

"Were you kneading Alice's leg like you're fondling Ellie?" Tina asked.

I paused, looked down, and discovered that without realizing it, I had been stroking my stepdaughter's rear, hands travelling in firm circular motions. Ellie had responded by shifting her knees further apart, opening her loins wide. My right thumb was grazing her labia as my left index finger slipped along the crevice above her anus. 

Ellie gave no verbal response -- she was preoccupied with licking back up inside Tina's thighs. However, her pussy lips, already drenched, puffed larger as a fresh flood of juices coated her skin and lubricated my fingers. 

"Noooo....mooo....rrrrrre," Tina screamed, riding another wave of climax.

My hands shifted, virtually reversing positions, my right thumb pressing the rosetta of her ass open, the fingers of my left hand caressing Ellie's cunt, sliding along her gash. The wetness allowed them to slip inside with ease. Ellie was licking Tina's clit, drinking the fresh flow. Her hips thrust backwards, welcoming my invasion.

Tina again spoke as her breathing slowed. "I guess you were fondling Alice. But didn't you say that you fucked her too? Get to that part of the story."

I was sure she winked at me -- telling me that she was really talking about me fucking Ellie, her interest in Alice now just a mask.

"It didn't happen quickly, remember. I stayed off the busy streets. A few blocks after we left the park, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She shrugged her shoulders and it fell forward. I let the car coast to a stop right there on some side street, because my eyes were glued to her perfect nipples, so pink against the white of her flesh, so I knew it wasn't safe to keep driving. I thought I was going to explode right in my pants when Alice popped the button that held her shorts closed."

"She still hadn't touched you?" Tina giggled. "Was she as reluctant a slut as Ellie?"

Ellie lifted her face from Tina's groin, frowned and playfully slapped her chum. 

I thought I heard Tina mutter "bitch", but wasn't sure. It did not matter, since Tina levered herself up to a squatting position, lifted Ellie by the shoulders, and gave my stepdaughter a long lingering smooch, tongues twisting. When they broke for air, Tina began licking her own drying offerings off of Ellie's face. They obviously were not angry with each other.

Tina's shifting of Ellie pushed my stepdaughter's ass and pussy down onto my fingers. My hands immediately shifted without conscious command. My right hand caressed the tanned curve of Ellie's buttock, while my left hand splayed beneath her, baby finger stretching to tease just the bottom of her slit while the thumb toyed with her hungry asshole.

Ellie leaned back, her head on my shoulder, allowing me a swift sniff of her hair before she turned and kissed me, the first time that we had swapped spit in that very adult way, offering me a taste of Tina. 

As Tina began licking Ellie's nipples, my stepdaughter sighed, stopped kissing me and asked, "Yeah, Daddy, was Alice a reluctant slut like me?"

"Whole different situation," I explained, as both girls giggled at the silliness of the context of Ellie's last comment. "Remember that I had touched Alice first, but we had built up to that moment for weeks. If either of us was hesitant, it was still me, because I was going back to Zola's, and she would notice that I smelled of Alice."

"What did Alice smell like, Daddy?" Ellie asked, just assuming that if I recalled the seduction, I retained the scent memory.

"She smelt like sunshine in the spring time, but that was changing every second, as she began giving off that special scent of a slut to be in heat."

"Was that because you started touching her intimately?" Tina asked. "Sort of like you're touching Ellie now?"

"First, I drove down a narrow lane that Zola liked -- it started out behind a house that backed to the river, but ended up in a dead end little bowl shaped turnaround. I was careful about my driving, though I was a bit distracted by the sight of Alice playing with her nipples."

"Like this, Daddy?" Tina chuckled, leaning back away from Ellie, using the fingers of each hand to pull the nubs away from her petite orbs, and rotated them while pulling harder. She winced briefly, but then grinned wider as the flesh stretched further.

"She cupped her boobs from underneath in her palms, and closed the webs of her fingers right at the bottom underneath each nipple, and squeezed the whole thing -- tit and point, with different pressures, and then rolled them. Her little tongue started working the corner of her mouth. I thought my zipper was going to pop, just thinking about where that tongue might go."

"What happened next?" Tina asked, as Ellie nibbled my neck, and then bit my earlobe, finally initiating contact with me.

This sent a shiver travelling all the way from my head to my toes, with a large bolt of the energy diverting out my cock, causing it to surge up against Ellie's backside.

"I did much like what Ellie just did, except I trapped Alice's hand against her tit, and pressed, while my hand finally slid up her leg, right inside the shorts. She leaned her head back and sighed, but recovered quickly and twisted around to kiss me and fish my cock out of my pants.

Ellie's hand closed over my helmet, gently squeezing me. I felt her shift her body as she angled my hard organ.

"Did she suck you, or go straight to fucking?" Tina breathed, crawling forward to peer over Ellie's shoulder.

"She bobbed her head straight into my lap without another word, and ran her tongue through my slit, then licked me like an ice cream cone. Alice was definitely a virgin in a technical sense, but whoever taught her how to give head was a pro."

I paused then, and found myself wondering whether or not Ellie would turn around and demonstrate her abilities, just to encourage me to tell the rest of the story. I think Tina was wondering the same thing, as she tented one eyebrow. I had no doubt that she was anxious to see her best friend, my stepdaughter, slurping on my weapon, having encouraged it earlier, when Ellie was behaving shyly. 

Tina spoke, "I bet Ellie is even better than Alice -- after all, Ellie has a lot of experience. Should we find out?"

My cock liked the idea, bobbing against Ellie's backside, tapping the indentation where her spine stopped and her two generous yet firm mounds of ass began. Instead, Ellie ground back harder against it, head still on my shoulder. She ran her tongue inside my ear.

"I'll suck you another time," she promised. "But first, I want to know how you fucked little Alice -- did she sit on your lap?"

"I bet he came in her mouth first," Tina guessed, not giving up.

"Actually, she didn't suck me that long. She was very anxious, in a rush to get fucked. Later -- driving her home -- she told me she had sucked dozens of cocks, all ages and sizes, so that part of the night was nothing special, but she thought mine was the perfect one to be the first in her pussy."

"Did she wrap her legs around your waist and lever herself on your manhood by pushing her feet against the door or window behind you?" Ellie asked, settling her ass back deeper into my lap as she spoke.

My hardness was now trapped tightly between my belly and her buttocks. Ellie began bouncing slightly, rubbing her flesh against mine, my shaft sliding effortlessly along her sweaty crevice.

"Actually, she climbed aboard backwards -- is that what you call reverse cowgirl? -- and rode me, a lot like you are now, except of course, my cock was up inside her pussy, not rubbing up against her ass on the outside. I had fucked Zola that way a few times, it worked smoothly, it was easy. I'm still not one hundred percent certain Alice was truly a virgin. Her pussy was plenty tight, but she had no hymen -- later she claimed that was from sticking things up herself, but who knows, and frankly, my cock didn't care. It just loved how her muscles clamped down around the base while the rest of her flesh massaged my shaft and kneaded my head."

Ellie leaned back to lick my earlobe. The arching of her back allowed warm air to bathe my cock head, but her glutes settled around my root, giving my organ a squeeze before she sat up straight again, which shifted her rear deeper into my lap, stuffing my sausage firmly between her cheeks.

"Does your cock like that?" Ellie asked. "Am I kneading it as well as Alice did, even though I don't have you in my pussy?"




Stepdaughters Adjust to New Lifestyle



About five years ago my ex-wife divorced me as she preferred her girlfriend to me in her life and in her bed. I peacefully moved out of my Northern Minnesota home leaving her and my two stepdaughters, Lynn and Jody.

I moved to Southern California and now have a beautiful home in the hills near Laguna Beach where I have developed a clothes free lifestyle around my secluded property and on vacations.

Two months ago I received a phone call from Lynn saying that their mother had kicked Jody and her out of their house to fend for themselves as they were now adults. Lynn asked if Jody and her could come and live with me till they found jobs and a place of their own.

Now when I lived with my stepdaughters they were always very rude to me and treated me like a slave in my own home. Keeping this in mind I decided to have some fun with these bitches and maybe a little payback. I told Lynn that Jody and her were welcome to stay at my home as long as they wanted but they needed to follow a few simple house rules.

Lynn said that they would be good girls and that a few rules would be easy to obey. She told me that they would be arriving at LA International in the next few days.

It's now three days later and here I am in the airport at 3 a.m. waiting for the girls to get their luggage. I was pleasantly surprised to see how the girls had grown in the past five years into beautiful, shapely and very sexy women.

Lynn was now 22 years old and she is very tall with waist length blonde hair, very thin hips, and ample sized breasts. She looked great in the tight jeans she was wearing which contained a very firm looking butt.

Jody is 19 years old and has short strawberry blonde hair which frames her cute face. She is average height and a little broader in the hips then Lynn. Jody's jeans looked great as they stretched across her pear shaped ass as she bent over to put her suitcase into the back of my car. Jody's best feature was her large breasts that stretched the fabric of her sweater she was wearing.

The girls slept as I drove them to their new home. They looked so peaceful as they slept but I laughed to myself knowing how their lives were about to change with my prompting and direction.

When we arrived home, I showed the girls around the house and gave them each a key and my cell phone number, I then left for work and told them that I would be home around 4 p.m. when we'd get into the swing of things.

After a long hot drive home from work I found the house empty, the girls must have gone out to check out the mall down the street. I stripped out of my work clothes and dove naked into the cool water of my pool in my secluded backyard.

I was relaxing in the shallow end of the pool when I heard the girls return home. Jody came out into the pool area to ask what we were having for supper, suddenly she gasped loudly when she saw that I was naked. Lynn came running out to the pool when she heard Jody and arrived just as I was exiting the pool, my wet body tingled with excitement as the girls stared at my manhood as it swayed back and forth as I dried my hair with a towel.

Once I was dry, I threw my towel over my shoulder and casually walked into the house. As I walked past the stunned girls I asked them calmly what they liked on their pizza as I was about to order delivery.

While we ate the pizza, I explained to them that I lived a clothes- free lifestyle at all times while I was on my property. I also told them that because this was a new idea to them they could wear clothing around the house but due to the chemicals and the filter system of the pool, the entire pool area was nude only. Lynn voiced her opinion and said that NO WAY was she going to swim naked in front of me. Jody said nothing, she only sat there with her mouth open.

I laughed and said I'm not through. As I said, you can wear clothes around the house but only for the rest of the week until you get more used to the idea. Also there will be no smoking, drugs and no parties without my knowledge. You will be responsible to keep your rooms clean and picked up at all times. If you don't get a job you will keep the house clean and prepare the meals.

For all of this, I will purchase all the food, clothing and other items you will need and I will keep a roof over your head. Any questions?

Lynn said okay but we'll find jobs and be moved out before the end of the week. I replied fine by me knowing that work is hard to find and even worse without a car to drive.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast and coffee which the girls were making. I showered and then walked naked into the kitchen. As we ate, I told the girls that with it being Saturday, I was going to the beach and they could go along if they wanted.

At the beach, we sat down our towels and I told them that this was a clothing optional beach and they could wear their bikinis if they wanted to but that most of the people on the beach would be naked as well as me. The girls look great in their Minnesota purchased bikinis even though their skin was pasty white and their bikinis looked like granny panties. By noon I could see that they were getting very sunburnt and I suggested we go home.

On the drive home Jody asked me many questions about my nudist lifestyle and kept commenting on how so many people, especially good looking boys, walked casually around naked on the beach. I knew then that Jody was about to fold but Lynn still thought we were all perverts.

At home again, I went directly to the pool to keep working on my tan while Lynn and Jody went to their room to take a nap. About an hour later, Jody walked out to the pool area wrapped in a towel and announced that she was going for a swim. She walked up to the edge of the pool and seconds before she jumped in, she dropped the towel giving me a quick but clear view of her totally nude backside.

Jody swam for a while but when she went to get out of the water she found that I had moved her towel onto the lounge chair next to me. She let out a nervous laugh and said "okay I give up" as she climbed out of the pool and walked directly towards me and sat on the lounge chair.

My God she was lovely, her breasts were large and round with large dark nipples which stood out hard, either from cold or excitement. She had an excessive amount of pubic hair but it was neatly trimmed. As I gazed at her I could feel my cock getting hard and I did nothing to hide it. Jody simply said "I guess you think I look okay naked" Oh yea, was all I could respond.

Jody was still red from the beach and I suggested that we go inside and get a few beers and but some lotion on her sunburn. Jody got the beers from the fridge and followed me into my room where I kept the lotion. She laid down on her stomach on the bed and asked if I'd put the lotion on her. 

I started to apply the lotion ot her shoulders and worked down her back slowly allowing her to relax to my touch. Soon Jody said that she was starting to enjoy being here and that she felt very comfortable around me but that Lynn still hated me and everything I did.

I worked my hands down onto her round firm ass cheeks then down her legs as I applied the lotion. While I worked back up her thighs I felt Jody slowly spread her legs a little giving me a great view of her puckered ass hole. The more I rubbed her legs the wider she spread them until I could see her wet pussy lips and smell the aroma of her arousal.

I returned to the globes of her ass and slowly rubbed lotion and my hands down between her wide spread legs. Her pussy was so wet I knew she was ready for some heavy fucking but before I placed my cock into her soft folds, I first wanted her to ask for it.

I slowly inserted one finger then another into her dripping pussy until Jody started to moan and thrust her hips back and forth against my fingers. I soon found her enlarged clit and tickled it with one finger as I fucked her pussy with another finger and my thumb. When I sensed that she was nearing an orgasm I withdrew my now well lubricated thumb from her pussy and rubbed it around the opening of her anus. When she didn't react negatively to my rubbing her butthole I gave one push and slid right into her ass until my thumb was buried completely.

Jody screamed in delight as she thrust harder onto my thumb and fingers till she started to shake violently as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her body. After she regained her strength, she left the room without saying a word.

Later that evening while I was watching television Jody walked into the room wearing a sheer black nightgown with a little black thong underneath. She looked so sad, I patted the sofa next to me and asked her why she looked so sad. She said that it was wrong what we did as I was her dad. Then she started to cry. I stopped her and said that I wasn't her natural dad, only her dad by marriage, so technically it wasn't incest only friends enjoying each other. This brought a smile to her face and she said then we can do it, right?

With this disaster solved, I asked Jody where her sister was as I hadn't seen her since the beach today. She said I think she is in her room reading. As I approached Lynn's room, I could smell cigarette smoke so without knocking, I burst through Lynn's door only to find her sitting on her bed smoking and reading a magazine. I calmly told her to put out the cigarette, open the window to air out the room and then come into the kitchen.

A short time later, Lynn entered the kitchen where Jody and I were sitting at the table. I told Lynn that she had violated a house rule and asked her what she had to say about it. Lynn sharply said it's her room and she can do what she wants in there. I held back my anger and said you knew the rules and yet you broke them so now you will need to be punished.

Lynn was wearing short denim shorts and a t-shirt under which she clearly didn't have a bra on. I asked both girls how they were punished when I lived with their mother and them. Jody instantly jumped in saying "Lynn's going to get a spanking" but Lynn said no way, she was too old for that. 

Before Lynn could react, I grabbed her arm and pulled her over my naked lap with the seat of her pants sticking up into the air. I told both girls that for their first violation of the rules they would get five whacks over my lap and for each new rule violation, they would get another five.

Just as I was about to lower my first slap across Lynn's butt Jody said, " that's not how you spanked us, you always spanked us on our bare butt, remember?" Lynn started to scream and fight to get up but with the help of Jody, soon Lynn's shorts and panties were on the floor. As my first strike landed on Lynn's bare bottom, her fight subsided and she took her punishment in stride. When I finished, her pretty butt was a light shade of crimson.

She laid across my lap whimpering as I lightly rubbed her warm cheeks while reminding her of what the rules were. I told her that I knew that she would test me again and that she would soon be back across my lap for another spanking.

As she got off my lap and ran bottomless to her room, I noticed a small puddle of fluid on my leg where her pussy rested during the spanking. When I showed this to Jody, she squealed, " Wow she really like the spanking.", we both laughed loudly.

Over the next few day's Jody fell right into my lifestyle, she was always nude at home and kept her room and the house very clean. Lynn, on the other hand, has fought the rules to the point where she has had two more spankings. Today was the day where Lynn had to move out or join Jody and me naked, the choice was hers.

I called the girls out to the pool area for the final decision. Jody, of course, ran out naked and stood next to me and said that she wanted to stay with me. Lynn came out in normal street clothes and said that she could not find a job or any friends that she could move in with and that she really wanted to stay at my house. I said fine you can stay but you need to disrobe now. She said that she wanted to but she just could not get the nerve to just strip.

I walked up to her and said okay you can stay and be naked, is that what you want? She said Yes, I said fine but rules are rules and I grabbed the front of her T shirt and tore it from her body revealing a white lacy bra, I told her to take the jeans off or I'd rip them off her also.

Lynn stared me right in the eye as she undid the zipper of her jeans and slowly slid them off her legs and threw them on a pile with her torn shirt. She now stood in front of me wearing only her lacy bra and a matching lace G-string panty which I could clearly see a small triangle of light brown pubic hair.

Lynn had a tear run down her cheek as she said I want to be naked but I still can't take my undies off. Now without hesitation, Jody walked up behind her sister and pulled Lynn's panties down to her ankles then she unhooked Lynn's bra and slid it from her shoulders. Lynn didn't try to stop Jody and allowed the bra to fall to her feet. She stepped out of the panties and kicked the undies away and stood in front of me totally nude.

Lynn was a vision of perfection, her breasts were the size of oranges with perky large rosy nipples erect. Her pubic hair was trimmed short into a neat triangle ending just above her pubic lips. The way she was standing with her legs slightly apart brought her shaved pubic area and soft pink lips into clear view.

I told both girls welcome to their new life as I took both of their hands in mine and we ran and jumped into the pool for our first nude family swim together. 

As the weeks went on, Jody and Lynn grew accustomed to being nude around the house. Lynn still had problems smoking in her room which was against the rules. About once a week I had to punish Lynn with a firm spanking on her bare ass.

One day while Lynn was out of the house, I noticed that Jody was acting a little out of the ordinary . When I asked her about this, she told me that she felt a little left out around the house. I asked what she meant by that. 

Jody surprised me when she put her head down and said, you never spank me, you only spank Lynn. Jody further said that Lynn doesn't like to smoke but only does it so you will catch her and redden her butt.

I told Jody that she is just so good that I have no reason to punish her. With that said, Jody walked over to the kitchen cupboard and took out a water glass and dropped it on the floor breaking the glass into little pieces.

I took the hint and pulled her over my knee and gave her five good whacks on her soft fleshy ass. I then told her to clean up the mess she'd made.

Jody got out the broom and dustpan and swept up the glass and said how sorry she was. She had a tear in her eye but her smile gave away her true desire to be controlled through pain.

I then told her that she had taken too long to clean up the glass. I led her into the living room where I bent her over the back of the couch and told her she was to be punished again.

This time I told her to count my whacks as they landed on her ass with each stroke, and she should tell me when she'd had enough. Jody counted aloud as my hand came down with a sharp slap on her flesh. When Jody reached 10, she said that she had enough for now.

I started to help her stand up when Jody said, "Now fuck me hard, I need you inside of me." This is what I've been waiting to hear. I stood behind her as she was again bent over the couch and slowly slid my now rock hard cock into the moist, soft folds of her pussy.

She was so wet from being spanked that I had no problem thrusting my manhood deep into her on the first push. Jody screamed, "Harder, fuck me harder," which I did, almost knocking the couch over. It wasn't long until Jody started to shake violently as her orgasm arrived. At this moment,I pulled my cock out of her pussy and shot my load of hot cum all over her round ass.

I was still standing over her naked and used body with cum dripping from my one-eyed monster, when the door opened and in walked Lynn. She stopped and said, "Oh, that's how it is, I get spanked and she gets fucked". Jody, still breathing heavy from her orgasm said, "No, he spanked me first until I begged him to fuck me. It was great." 

Lynn said, "Okay, let's just see how good you are." She stripped off all of her clothes and knelt in front of me taking my soft cock into her mouth. As her soft lips slid over the head of my tool, I could feel the blood pumping back into my penis, soon my cock was hard again. I looked down onto Lynn's body as she sucked on my cock. Past my cock I could see that Lynn had one hand rubbing her clit and the other hand was pinching her nipple.

Lynn stood up and took the same position, bent over the couch that her younger sister had just vacated. Without hesitation, I rammed my hard tool into her juicy honey pot. In and out I thrust my cock, Lynn's mouth was wide open but no words were escaping, only heavy gasps of air.

With each push of my cock, I'd slap her ass giving her the wanted spanking and fucking at the same time.

As I started to feel the pressure deep in my balls signaling that my eruption was getting close, I pulled my cock from her love tunnel and placed the well lubricated head of my penis against her anus. With a soft shove, my cock slid easily into her ass and past her tight sphincter muscle. Lynn screamed with delight as an orgasm ripped through her body, starting in her bowels.

I pumped a few more thrusts into her butt before I lost control and filled her rectum with load after load of my warm, sticky cum. We stayed in this position until my cock softened and fell from her tight brown hole. My cock's withdrawal was soon followed by gobs of my cum which dripped out and onto the floor.

After we all regained our strength, we went and took a long, hot, soapy shower together. Then we fell into my large king size bed where we fell into a well deserved sleep



Stepdaughter's Best Friend



"Tina, where are your clothes?" I asked the nubile teen I discovered naked in my den.

"Clothes, don't need no stinkin' clothes, Mr. B," she slurred.

"You've been drinking." Nothing like stating the obvious while trying to buy time, and having trouble dragging my eyeballs from staring at those gravity defying young tits, with the vividly erect nipples. 

"Drinking, moi?" Tina said, bouncing lightly on her toes, which just made her chest thrust pout further, and then recede, boobs trailing a beat behind. She dramatically threw an arm wide and splattered it against her chest, multicoloured long nails grazing that all over tanned flesh.

"Just sunbathing..." she continued, hiccupping. Her hand went over her mouth, emphasizing her girlishness. This was my stepdaughter's best friend, the girl next door, the nineteen year old former babysitter of my young son. 

"Where is Ellie?" I asked. 

What I really wanted to say was 'my den is a strange place to get a tan.' I could see what she had been really doing -- my favourite porn site was still showing on my monitor, my rolling desk chair's seat gleamed with pussy juice which matched the sheen on Tina's fingers and the air was full of the scent of woman. The trouble was, I had a really hard time thinking of Tina as anything but a gangly tomboyish girl, despite the nymphette standing nude in this room.

Ellie's Mom and I had been married for fourteen years, and at times it was hard to remember that I was not Ellie's 'real Dad'. At other times, looking at Ellie's exercise toned body just made me hard. As she grew up to resemble her namesake, the actress Elisa Cuthbert, from the precociously cute "Popular Mechanics for Kids" stage, through the young hottie in '24', and now, the 'Girl Next Door' sex goddess, I felt most unfatherly. 

Tina was equally hot, but had been a late bloomer. She had been the gawky pigtailed moppet with braces; always willing to watch our young son while Ellie began dating at what I thought was a dangerously young age.

"I started dating when I was twelve," my wife, Zola, had reminded me, letting the silent pause remind me that I was not really Ellie's father.

"And you had Ellie when you were only twenty," I always pointed out. A few times, I might add "without knowing who the father was," which tended to start a horrific fight. Almost as nasty as the brawls I started when I suggested to Zola that I rescued her by marrying her. But fights with Zola were just foreplay, a way to add spice to our marriage. Zola loved excitement.

"Ellie's out getting' laid..." Tina slurred, dreamily, twirling a strand of hair. She giggled. "Oops. I guess I'm not supposed to say that. Wicked stepfather might tell mommy."

A pause as Tina shrugged her shoulders, pouted, her nipples rising towards my eyes and then falling. I'm sure I licked my lips. I know I was staring most rudely.

"Mommy would just be jealous," I heard myself blurt out even as I thought it.

Tina opened her eyes wide, eyebrows arching. Somehow, this again lifted her taut tits skyward. I knew I was staring, that she must be about to call me a horrid old perv, but I did not care. I felt my manhood swelling in my pants. As soon as this ridiculous encounter ended, I knew I had to rush to privacy and jerk off.

"Why would Mommy be jealous with a hot hubby like you around?" Tina replied, catching my gaze, forcing my eyes to meet hers rather than simply stare at her tits. 

A quizzical grin spread across Tina's open young face. "Or is Mommy a slut like Ellie?"

"Ellie's a slut?" I stammered, my thoughts still spilling out unedited. This thought made my half hard cock throb faster. 

I found myself wondering if Ellie's body had changed as much as Tina's had in the year they had been away. I realized that all summer, I had been avoiding looking at my stepdaughter closely, especially when she flounced around in baby doll sleepwear, or sunned by the pool, no doubt almost as naked as Tina was now.

Now, I found myself anxiously curious whether Ellie's nude body was as perfect as Tina's, or whether, like her mother, once the clothes came off, everything jiggled. Not that I minded the shaking, especially if the nipples were erect. Thinking of Zola's big areolae puffing excitedly made me notice that Tina's tinier circles were aroused underneath extended nipples. At least I wasn't fanaticizing about my stepdaughter. Until of course I thought that I wasn't, and then I did, pondering whether Zola or Tina's nipples most resembled hers.

"You must like the idea that your stepdaughter is easy, the way you're grinning," Tina said, but I only half heard her, my mind occupied by cascading images of combinations of nudity- real (Tina), recalled (Zola), and imagined (Ellie) -- not just alone but in combinations. 

Tina grinned back at me, bouncing lightly on her heels, those great nipples flipping up and down. I felt my eyes follow, which just made her bounce higher and faster.

"Your excitement is showing somewhere other than your face too," Tina giggled, her eyes no longer locked on mine, but instead glancing lower down on my body.

As she spoke, Tina's arm slowly moved across and up her body, softly caressing her tan flesh, beginning on her lower belly below the navel. Slowly, she touched from right to left, and then across again, a long lazy Z, ending with her casually cupping her own left breast in her palm. Long fingers curled around the side of the mound. I knew I was staring, and barely breathing, but was unable to stop. I felt my cock fill with more blood each time my heart beat echoed in my ears. 

Tina flicked her erect ruby red nub with the sharp nail of her thumb. My zipper felt like it was about to burst from the pressure building in my pants. I watched breathlessly as my stepdaughter's young friend grasped her nipple between two finger tips and slowly rotated it. She moaned, her knees almost buckling, eyes closed. 

"Tina, this is hardly..." I stammered, searching for the word. "...appropriate?"

My hesitancy made my statement seem more like a question. My young guest chuckled, tugging her nubbin away from the bulk of her firm tit.

"Zola and Ellie will be gone for hours," she said, grinning and opening her eyes. I tried to remember whether anybody, even Zola, had ever literally batted her eyelashes at me as Tina seemed to be doing now.

"I'm way too old for you."

Tina chuckled. "So, you'd, like, totally fuck me if, like, that didn't matter?"

I was speechless, trapped, but worse, I needed all my willpower to restrain my hands from dropping to my aching bulge, and my feet from carrying me across the room towards this temptress.

"I'm, like so ready for my older man experience," Tina continued, advancing towards me, now massaging both tits in her palms. 

She laughed again, this time so loudly I feared she might wake the neighbours. "I'm so full of shit," she said. "I just thought you might want to hear that as a justification. Really, I'm such a slut I have fucked half my college profs -- even a couple of the women - and yesterday, I gave a hummer to a cop who stopped me for speeding who must have been like fifty."

As she spoke, Tina stepped closer to me, or, rather, stumbled. Within a step or two, I could smell the booze. She swayed as she moved, the side to side shaking of her nipples hypnotizing me. My cockhead throbbed in time with my heartbeat, or the motion of those tasty looking treats, though maybe they were matching each other. I know my organ was begging to be set free.

"Whoa," Tina gasped. "It must be the sun. The first pitcher of margaritas usually doesn't hit me like that."

We both laughed, me hoping she was exaggerating, her because however much she had to drink, booze makes everything seem funnier, as well as lowering inhibitions. 

The brain in my head cautioned me not to take advantage of a drunken friend of my stepdaughter. "When she sobers up, she'll regret it, and that can never be good."

The smaller brain in my pants replied, "Booze lowers resistance, but never makes anybody do anything except what they really want to be brave enough to do. No one ever regretted a visit from Dr. Bobo."

The little voice was likely to win anyway, but Tina resolved the debate herself. One more step and she was within reach. My arms did not move before her thin but muscular right arm swung forward, closing the gap. She ran the back of her hand down my torso, starting at my breastbone, rubbing my slightly rounded belly, and pausing with her baby finger hooked in my waistband. 

"So many buttons," she slurred, her head bobbing from side to side, eyes half closed. "I love a man with a hairy belly. They seem to have harder cocks."

Tina paused, burped, and lifted her hand from my waist to cover her mouth in a ladylike move. "Oops, excuse me." She said. "I can tell you have a nice big hard tool, so I guess I don't need your shirt off first."

"Maybe you should check to be sure," I replied, passing the point of passivity, abandoning deniability. If Tina squealed to Zola, or shared with Ellie, I could no longer honestly say it was all the youngster's aggression and drunkenness. Failing to rebuff her was one thing - at least to a point. Requesting that she touch me crossed a line for sure. I was risking my marriage for a grope, granted one that promised to fulfill all sorts of additional fantasies. 

Tina did not give me time to doubt my choice. She dropped her arm and slid her palm along my bulge from the outside of my pants. I found myself barely able to breathe, the swaying of her tits still mesmerizing, despite the fact that her whole body was shifting drunkenly from side to side. The mature voice cautioning against taking advantage of my stepdaughter's best friend while she was drunk was drowned out by my racing heart.

"Nice and hard," she purred kittenishly, stepping closer as she rubbed me. I could feel the heat radiating off her tanned body as her nipples drew teasingly close to my chest. 

She giggled, her nipples for the first time brushing against my shirt. I could feel their hardness pressing into my flesh through the fabric. "And nice and fat too," she continued, "Ellie said you were big, but I thought she meant long. I so love a thick one."

Her tongue flicked across her lips. Having passed the point of no return, I was fully occupied wondering how that tongue might feel flicking across the tip of my cock. It took me a few beats for her comment to fully sink in. 

"Ellie?" I gasped. "I've never..."

"Never fucked your stepdaughter? Never flaunted yourself for her?" Tina replied, her fingers busily fumbling with my belt. "But you've thought about it, haven't you, I can tell by how your meat is throbbing every time her name comes up."

Tina paused, looked straight up at me, grinning and blew me a tiny kiss. Here she was, struggling to undo my pants, and we had not even kissed yet. I cupped my hand behind her neck and bent lower, intending to fix that oversight. Just before our lips met, she completed her point.

"Maybe you didn't realize it, or do it on purpose, but you give Ellie lots of free looks -- you got used to wandering about nude while she was at school, I guess. So she's seen you in all states of arousal. And likes what she's seen. It makes her wet, you know, she jills off thinking about your cock in her tight pussy. Sometimes we do it together, with her describing it to me. And now I get to have the real thing. She'd be so jealous."

"Well, she's my stepdaughter, I ..."

"I bet you would. She's not just your ordinary slut. She's a fuck and a half."

Tina had my zipper down and the weight of the blood filling my cock pushed it forward, my underwear falling away. She cupped it in her palm. I remained silent as her small hand slid along my shaft.

"Are you wondering how I know?" Tina giggled. 

I still could not speak. I wanted to, but the combination of Tina stroking my prick and talking about Ellie was too much. Finally, I moaned.

"At first, she would just bring guys back to our room and suck and fuck when she thought I was asleep. Then once, I opened my eyes a bit too much, or maybe my fingers tickling my clit tented the bedcovers and caught her eye. After that, she started screwing whoever whenever. I might be sitting at my desk reading and Ellie would have a football player sitting in her chair, his cock buried deep in her cunt as she bounced in his lap."

Tina's baby finger teased my balls as she gave my root a good squeeze.

"Oh, Daddy likes those images, I think," she purred, leaning closer.

"Are you calling my cock 'Daddy' now?" I asked in my most assertive tone, trying to regain some measure of control. Things were way out of hand. Or, more accurately, in Tina's hand.

"Hush," she said, bouncing up on her toes and kissing the tip of my nose as she placed her finger across my lips. "There's more to my story."

Her tongue flicked teasingly across her lips, and she pulled her hand up my entire length, closing her fist around my bulb and squeezing then releasing, resting her fingers around the ridge under the head as she continued.

"Of course, it didn't end there. Before long, I was masturbating openly while Ellie ate some virgin's balls, or whatever. It was all very casual, as if it was as normal as brushing our teeth."

My cock throbbed, filling her hand, and then she pumped my shaft before continuing. She was now looking up, steadily meeting my gaze. 

"I bet Daddy knows what happened next." She winked, and grinned.

"Do you mean me, or my cock?"

Her response was a hard tug that made me grimace. Still, Tina grinned, even wider, and my cock swelled larger, despite that second of pain. 

"Silly Daddy," she laughed, slowly pumping her hand up and down my length, pausing to twist her fingers around the head, gently teasing my slit. She then rose up again on tiptoes and kissed me. It was not a tongue twisting deep throat sort of kiss, but not a chaste neighbourly peck either -- more a 'did she or didn't she jab her tongue into my cheek?' Though with my cock in her fist, expecting virginal shyness was hardly in step with the direction we seemed to be dancing towards. Well, swaying, the tempo influenced by her tequila intake.

"What happened was that one of Ellie's guys finally asked if I wanted to join in."

"And did you?"

"Of course," she giggled. "The first guy, I think I blew him after her fucked Ellie, then had my turn while he ate her. Or maybe that was the second. I think maybe the first was the plumber's apprentice who came to unclog the sink one night. He was so muscular. Even more than you."

Tina paused, toying with my shirt buttons with her left hand as she still stroked my cock with her right one. Before continuing, she flicked her tongue up, licking the spot where my throat rose from the shirt, and then tickling my chin.

"He was grumpy -- I guess he felt that our problem was beneath him, or maybe too many other girls washed long hair into their drains that week also. So Ellie said she would cheer him up. He hesitated first, because there are big bad rules about staff not fucking students, but it was the middle of the night, and Ellie was wearing barely there baby dolls. No man could resist. I leaned back on my bed and fingered myself as Ellie kissed him, and then his shirt buttons were popping across the room. From my corner, I could see his cock straining to get out of his heavy work pants; a lot like this one was a minute ago."

Tina squeezed my shaft, to emphasize which cock she was comparing to the plumber's excited tool. 

"They even seem to be the same size," she giggled, teasing my slit with her thumb.

She let me hang free in the air, warmed by the heat radiated off her body, her skin almost grazing my tip. Her fingers went to her mouth and she paused with her lips pouting, and then she balanced her thumbnail on that fleshy ledge beneath her pearly teeth. I could see precum glistening on her skin. The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a brief smile and then Tina drew her thumb into her cheek, slurping away like a baby sucking its thumb. 

"Ohhh, Daddy likes," she laughed as she pulled her shiny clean finger out of her lips with a loud 'pop'. She began stroking my shaft again, but it hardly needed the touch - the visual stimulation had maintained my arousal. 

I got even harder, if that was possible as Tina spoke of the plumber adventure. 

"Ellie took her time releasing him, rubbing her body all over his first, and taking his shirt off slowly, like he was doing a forced strip tease for her. By the time she shoved the shoulders off, I was leaning in the corner on my bed; my legs bent upwards, wide open, frigging my clit with this thumb." 

She showed me the one she had been sucking, and gave it a good tonguing. My cock throbbed, wishing that mouth was wetting my flesh. If my balls drew up any tighter to my groin, they would explode out the abdominal wall. 

"I used three fingers like a cock, thrusting deep into my wetness. The poor guy couldn't help but tear his eyes off of Ellie to look at what I was doing; the smushing sound was so loud." Tina giggled. "I'm even more wet right now, Daddy, want to check?"

I realized that my hands were still attached to my arms, but were dangling unused at my sides. Tina took my wrists in her hands, dropping my cock, which still brushed her belly as she swayed. She drew my right hand up to her left breast and forced me to knead that firm mound, the nipple hard against my palm. Tina moaned, her head leaning into my chest. 

My left hand only needed a gentle tug to almost jump into Tina's groin. She opened her legs slightly and moaned as my middle finger slid effortless inside her. I instinctively thrust, and then began rotating, exploring her depths. My thumb teased her clit, which I discovered was as stiff as a miniature cock.

"Oh, Daddy, older men as so much better than boys my age," Tina groaned.

I was ready to fuck her right there -- images of throwing her onto the love seat, or bending her over the desk so that I could fuck her from behind rattled through my brain as her juices flooded down my hand. The gap created by my arm between our bodies allowed the tip of my hard cock to bobble rhythmically against Tina's tight young belly, brushing all around her navel. I slight shift and lift and she could easily be impaled on my weapon. 

So I was caught by surprise when Tina pried my fingers from around her nipple and lifted her cheek from my chest. Then she stepped back, forcing my finger to drop from her gash with a 'plop' so loud I worried it might wake the neighbours. 

Tina grabbed that hand in her own fingers and lifted it to my lips. "I tasted you," she moaned. 

My jaw was already slack so she had no trouble sliding the tasty treat into my mouth. My tongue immediately reacted, slurping her tangy sweetness clean. Tina then released my wrist, shifting a little further back from me. She lifted her right shoulder in a tiny shrug, and then grabbed my forearm before I was fully relaxed. She brushed my hand up her thigh, which was coated with sticky fluids. Drawing my arm up her body, she left a trail that ran past her navel, between her tits and the glistened on her chin as she licked her own juices off of my palm. 

Rising up on her toes, Tina cupped her hand below my neck and drew our mouths together for a proper kiss, her tongue jabbing between my teeth and lingering in my cheek as our flavours mingled. Her rock hard nipples rubbed my chest as her belly massaged my cock. Again, I thought of how easily I could just cup my hands around her asscheeks and impale her. Since my hands were just dangling in the air, that image caused me to fill my palms with Tina's butt, confirming that her firm young flesh was a nice pair of handfuls. 

Before I could lift, Tina wriggled, pulling her mouth back from my lips, and creating space. Hands balled up on my chest, she spoke. "None of that until I finish my story."




Stepdaughter's Best Friend



"You, Ellie, and the plumber?"

"His name was Jake. Ellie had him pinned against the counter. Her back was towards me, but he could see me masturbating. He tapped Ellie on the head and asked 'what about your room mate?'."

I tried to keep my mind filled with images of Tina reclined on the bed, this same nakedness sprawled in a corner, nipples just as excited, knees spread, cunt gaping open as she fucked herself. Despite this, I could not entirely avoid thinking of my beautiful blonde baby, Ellie, rubbing up against the plumber.

"What was Ellie doing?" I croaked, not realizing what I was saying, the words spilling out of my mouth as quickly as I thought them. 

"She was working down his body, untucking his shirt as she planted swift kisses all over his torso. Then she started undoing his belt and crouching. Of course, the weight of his cock forced his zipper open. Ellie had to kneel quickly to let his meat slap her cheek as it fell free."

"The slut." I could not believe I had just said that about my stepdaughter. I stood there, stunned, as I wrestled with images of Ellie's blonde head brushing up against Jake's excited tool.

"Oh, but I think Daddy likes Ellie being a slut," Tina observed, reaching to caress my cock. "You are even harder than Jake was, and Ellie was starting to lick him, so he was very stiff."

"How did the little slut do it?" I asked.

Tina giggled, the aroma of tequila bubbling out into the air. "I bet you want me to show you."

I nodded, barely able to breathe.

"Well, she dropped down sorta like this," Tina said as she squatted to my right, her hair brushing my erection, which she still grasped firmly. "And then went like so..."

Her voice was muffled as she lifted my shaft, ran her tongue up the underside, and then ran the tip around my rim, as if licking an ice cream cone. She swallowed the head briefly, but spit it out to continue speaking. 

"I'll let you just imagine her head bobbing up and down deep throating Jake. I had to crawl out of my corner to the end of the bed; otherwise her head was in my way. Jake was leaning back, eyes shut, but he had not forgotten me. After a few moments, he tapped Ellie's noggin and said again 'what about your room mate?'"

I was still speechless, my brain still processing, catching up to the fact that my stepdaughter's best friend had just given me a blow job, or at least part of one. 

"Ellie just told Jake that it was okay, that I liked to watch, did it all the time, but he said 'no, I mean will she join in?'. I admit I wasn't shocked. I guess I knew it would happen, if we stayed room mates long enough, but I always expected that it would be casual, that Ellie would be making out with some guy, one of them would accidentally brush me and...."

Tina did not bother finishing that thought. Instead, she licked the slit of my cock again and imitating her description of Ellie, swallowed my length into her throat, moving up and down smoothly, not gagging on my length. This girl was clearly not lying when she bragged of her expertise. Cascading images of my stepdaughter and various imagined guys, cozied up with Tina, made my balls tighten, ready to burst. 

Tina could, I guess, feel the spasms building as my cock pulsed in her mouth. She kept a good grasp on the root to prevent ejaculation as she drew her head back, smiling up at me as the head popped out of her lips.

"Ellie was not quite as open minded as I thought. She kind of freaked, stopped making out with Jake. I was the one that shrugged, I think, and crawled to the end of the bed. I reached out and tugged him towards me, using his cock as a handle. At that point, I was greedy; I didn't really care about Ellie."

"What did she do?"

"She pouted for a moment as I started licking up and down Jake's fat shaft. I knew I tasted Ellie's saliva, but I was too horny to care, and the flavour was good anyway."

Tina paused again, bathing my rod like she had recalled doing to Jake. She popped my head into her cheek just long enough to swallow a tiny spurt of precum, and then continued. 

"I guess after months of just watching, I was ready for my turn. Sharing was not on my mind. I just started sucking Jake's knob. I hardly noticed the tugging action dragging his balls down until Ellie's hair brushed against the side of my boob, tickling my nipple. I paused then and looked at her teabagging him." 

Tina again lifted my cock to expose the underside of the shaft. This time, she flattened her tongue and ran it down, ending by slurping half my scrotum into her mouth, one ball bulging in her cheek as she rolled it with her tongue, demonstrating my stepdaughter's participation in the two girl hummer given to Jake the plumber.

My teabagging only lasted a few moments, because Tina seemed to lose her balance, and she rocked back on her heels. Thankfully, she spit me out of her mouth as she teetered backwards, avoiding the risk of testicular trauma. The string of her saliva that ran from her lower lip to my root dangled for a second before falling onto her tits, looking like a spray of semen from a completed act of fellatio, rather than just more build up. 

"If you're not careful, I'm going to explode right in your face," I warned as I felt the tension in my groin tightening my abdominals. 

"Well, we didn't let Jake do that, so you better not either," Tina slurred, the tequila still coursing through her brain. 

"Who got to fuck him?" I asked, perhaps to speed the story along. 

"You mean first?" Tina giggled as she spun my cock about like a joystick.

"You both fucked him?"

"Of course, silly Daddy...I told you that already. That part I won't be able to show you, since Ellie isn't here."

I felt my cheeks blush. "I wouldn't fuck Ellie anyway. I'm married to her mother, for gosh sakes. I'm sure she would not want to fuck me either. Besides, I'm not even going to fuck you -- you are way too young."

Tina laughed so hard she almost fell over. "That's ridiculous -- of course you'll fuck me. After I've sucked your cock, it's silly to try to deny that you want me. Your reaction tells me that your cock wants Ellie too."

"No, not Ellie," I insisted. Steering back to safer ground, I repeated, "so which of you fucked him...first."

"I tried to drag him back onto my bed, but Ellie insisted she saw him first, so she shoved me aside and sat him in a chair, and lowered her pussy right over his upright cock -- she was really wet and slid down his length without any trouble at all. Then she just bounced up and down."

Tina tugged me forward, using my erect love muscle like a handle. "I think I'll fuck you the same way Ellie fucked Jake," she said, spinning me into my chair.

"Fuck my pussy, Daddy," Tina yelled, dropping herself onto my erect pole, facing away from me.

My hands rose up, without conscious consideration. Tina grabbed them before I could hesitate, clamping them on her naked breast, my fingers caressing her nipples. 

"I love your cock in my cunt," Tina growled.

"I can't believe how hard I am," I stupidly replied. Tina just giggled, a burst of tequila breath wafting over me, and leaned back, all the better to slide my cock almost fully out of her cunt, with just the head resting in her labia, and then to use our natural lubrication to slip down my belly like a kid on a water slide, slamming hard against my root. 

Instinctively, as she jiggled, her cunt burrowing my cock deep into her womb, I tugged her nipples, at first softly, and then pinching as I pulled. She leaned back and bit my ear, moaning.

"Gawd, daddy, you fuck way better than Jake," Tina screamed, the walls of her cunt clamping tightly around my shaft.

"I may be old but I think I'm about to burst as quickly as a teenager," I warned. 

"Its okay, come inside of me, I want to feel your hot seed bursting in my belly, and then I'll lick you clean just like I licked Jake after he filled Ellie with his cream."

My brain suddenly filled with a picture of Ellie, legs stretched wide, rising up so that Jake's cock -- which Tina said looked just like mine - was just barely still inside of her. Goo was cascading down Ellie's thighs, Jake's shaft was slick. Tina, naked in the imagined scene just like now, was bent over. She licked up Jake's rod, and then her tongue followed the trail upwards...

My brain froze on that image as simultaneously, my orgasm spasmed into Tina while her body shook with her own climax. As she slumped back against me, her pelvic muscles milking the final drops from my deflating weapon, I felt overloaded and woozy.

"Did you lick Ellie too...?" I managed to gasp.

"Do you really want to know, Daddy?" This was not Tina's voice.

I realized that Ellie had arrived home. I was speechless. 

'How much had she seen?' I wondered, but this thought did overload my mind, and everything went black...