10 comments/ 149209 views/ 39 favorites A Stepfather is Seduced By: In_Quisitive I heard my stepdad, Hank, drop his bags inside the front door and mount the stairs to the second floor. "I'm home!" he called out, not certain anyone else was. "Daddy!" I yelled, bounding out of my bedroom and into his arms as he reached the top stair. "Hey, be careful," he laughed, as he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him fully on the lips and melding my warm nubile body into his. "We don't want to tumble down these stairs and have to call 911." I was wearing thin cotton track pants low on my hips and a thin T-shirt that left a lot of bare skin exposed. I felt his cock begin to tingle and stir. Hi. My name is Cindy and I'm a pretty hot stepdaughter. My body still has some baby fat that gives my well-rounded curves a delicious plump firm look and feel. Whenever I catch Hank looking at me I know that he just wants to run his hands all over my young tender flesh. From my jutting, full, pear-shaped breasts with their naughty nipples threatening to poke right through my tight tops, to my mouth-watering bubble butt and long shapely legs begging to be spread, I radiate a sexual heat from every cell of my delicious 5'7" frame and it goes right to men's groins. Add in my long, blonde hair and beautiful, slightly pug-nosed face, well, when I walked into a room every man, Hank included, turns to me like a dog in heat. Okay, so I'm a self-satisfied little nympho with an exaggerated opinion of herself. Sue me. I giggled and hugged him tighter. "Maybe we could get a room together in the hospital while we recover." He slapped me playfully on my delicious behind (Oooo, spankies!), giving it a little squeeze before he pried himself away. I let a look of disappointment briefly flit across my face and then I was smiling again pulling him up off the stairs and asking him how his business trip had been. We have an easy close relationship that has always been charged with an undercurrent of strong sexual attraction. Other than lingering hugs and slightly intimate 'innocent' touches, that attraction has been left safely unexplored on both of our parts. This weekend I was intent on changing that. Before he left on his business trip we had celebrated my 18th birthday. I was 18 but didn't look more than about 15 or 16 (a hot 15 or 16). I knew it was hard for him to resist me but resist me he did, although with my easy physical affection and barely contained hormones I know it was a challenge for him. I was fourteen when Hank first began dating my mom, Linda, the bitch. They started off hot and heavy enough. Very soon the three of us were living together under the same roof. But, as usual, my Mom's affections disappeared almost as quickly as they had appeared and she became cold and uninterested in him. I heard him trying to draw her back into his bed, even suggesting they see a counsellor together, but Mom wasn't interested. All of her energy went into her work and Hank was left frustrated. We were both mostly left to fend for ourselves. I think I was the reason Hank didn't just pack up and leave and maybe that is what started me being attracted to him. It was obvious I was starved for love by both of my asshole parent's; my father is a loser who only criticizes and ridicules me on the few occasions he is willing to make time for me and my mom is even colder to me than she is to Hank. What did I ever do! But I'm a naturally affectionate and open kind'a girl (go figure); Hank stepped in and responded to my loneliness and not in a 'creepy' stepdad way. We formed a loving friendship and have fun together. He is always careful to boundary his sexual attraction to me and he frustrated my hot young desire to explore those same steamy stirrings. I don't give up easily. I think he was surprised at my interest in him; he's almost three times my age. But I have a thing for older guys and, to me, he was hot! Hank took good care of himself and for an older guy he was in great shape; 6 foot, well-muscled, piercing blue eyes, great sense of humour and, oh yeah, well-hung. His package was noticeable especially when he was hanging around the house in his running shorts. More than once he caught my curious eyes locked onto his groin like heat seeking missiles. Even though he would move himself out of viewing range, no doubt for fear of his own missile rising in response, I got to see the outline of his hard cock a few times, pressing against the flimsy material of his shorts. I was guessing 8 inches of thick meat. Soon I hoped to confirm my estimate with my hot little hands. (Oh God, I'm getting wet! I wonder if he can smell the steam rising out of my pussy!) "So, where's mom?" he asked, snapping me out of my wet daydream. I figured he'd already guessed the answer. "Didn't she tell you?" (No, of course not, the bitch.) "She's gone to a conference in Montreal to replace some lecturer who got sick and won't be back for three days." Now he was showing disappointment and frustration. How hard would it have been for my Mom to make a phone call and tell him what was happening? I saw his dejection and moved in to hug him. "It's okay, daddy. I'm here." He kissed the top of my head and gave me a little squeeze, wiping the disappointment from his face. I could see that he was determined not to bring the sexual frustration he felt with my Mom to his loving stepdaughter. "Okay!" he said brightly, "I've got to unpack and shower. Are you free, my lady, for supper and a TV movie when I'm done?" Oh yes, kind sir." I jokingly replied then, after a pause, "but can you make supper, daddy, I need to finish some homework." Whenever I called him Daddy, which I did more and more, I saw a guilty rush of arousal flush through him. I purposely played with the word to evoke Marilyn Monroe singing 'Happy Birthday, Mr. President'. It was loaded with 'naughty little girl wants her daddy' undertones and, boy, I could see the effect. Somewhere below his proper behaviour, this daddy wanted to give his little stepdaughter exactly what she wanted! He pulled away from our hug but not before I could feel his cock begin to thicken and rise. A little while later, showered with dinner in the oven I heard him wander into the living room where I was stretched out on my belly working on my school assignment. I had allowed my thin cotton track pants to slide low on my hips exposing the swell of my buttocks and naughtily revealing about an inch of my ass crack; my T-shirt had pulled up high on my back. My whole body tingled as I felt his eyes devouring the luscious curve of my bare skin from the bottom of my T-shirt to the elastic waist-band of my pants. The thin cotton clung like a second skin to my ripe, full, ass cheeks; I imagined him fantasizing sitting down beside me and casually sliding his warm hand down the smooth flesh of my bare back and underneath my waistband to stroke and squeeze my luscious ass cheeks and the backs and insides of my smooth silky thighs, his fingers probing down towards my sweet wet heat. Whew! Once again I was soaking wet down there and I was willing to bet Hank was hard as a rock! Rolling over onto my back I said, "Hi.", softly. My eyes shone with a knowing, 'I know that you were staring at me.', look. He cleared throat and announced that dinner was in process. His voice sounded strained and he was holding the towel from his shower strategically in front of his groin. I was willing to bet that his hard cock was thrusting out like a hungry dog on a tight leash scrabbling for his dinner bowl. Down boy! But the torture was just beginning. I watched his eyes take in the voluptuousness stretched out before him. My big full breasts with their bold, 'tweak me' pokies were straining against the thin fabric of my T-shirt which was riding up to expose my flat golden-skinned belly. I knew the soft inviting curves were naturally drawing his eyes down to the elastic waistband resting tantalizingly just on the top of my pubic bone; I had enticed a few blond pubic hairs out into view for his increased pleasure. The dark hollows on either side of my pubic bone would be inflaming his lust, beckoning his hands to slide down the few small inches to my aching, wet honey pot. I couldn't help but giggle, delighting in my body's ability to arouse him and in his obvious discomfort; he was so cute when he was embarrassed! I turned back onto my belly causing my waistband to pull and reveal even more of my inviting ass crack. Oh how I craved to have his hungry lips and probing tongue possess my baby smooth cheeks. I stood up; slowly bending over to pick up my books allowing him a long look at the mouth-watering globes of my ass before I moved towards the stairs to go to my room. Pausing at the bottom of the stairs, I turned shyly, lowering my eyes. "Daddy?" I said in that tone I used when there was something I wanted. He raised a sceptical eyebrow. "Yes, my little kitten, what is it you want." We both laughed at our game. "I baked some special brownies for you today. Can we eat one before supper? Please, please, please, daddy. Mom's not here to make a fuss. Please. It won't spoil our appetites, I promise." He knew, of course, that they would be laced with weed. We had shared my special brownies before, only when my mom the prude wasn't around. Hank wouldn't often say yes but I was counting on him feeling a little tired from his trip and not capable of mustering any resistance. He agreed and I bounced upstairs to change into my TV dinner PJ's. By the time he had dinner set up in front of the TV couch I had changed. My pyjamas were like little boys flannel pyjamas, a top with a collar and four big buttons down the front (I left the top button and bottom button strategically undone) and a pair of matching light flannel loose shorts that came down mid-thigh. Depending on how I moved and bent I could give Hank enchanting glimpses my breasts curving enticingly toward but not revealing my rubbery stiff nipples or, alternatively, expose my smooth silky midriff. The brownies were lethal and already beginning to have their effect as we started dinner watching a funny movie that had us rolling with laughter. Occasionally I would casually lean forward and let my top fall open almost allowing one of my juicy tits to escape their flimsy cover. I wouldn't look at Hank when I did this but I could hear his breath become ragged. Then I would lean back and give him time to get control again. I was having so much fun being a naughty little stepdaughter. Eventually my daddy became sleepier and sleepier and lay back down onto the soft cushions of the couch. I knew that soon he would be asleep so I curled up into his arms, my head on his shoulder, my hand resting in his chest hair underneath his robe and pretended to watch the TV. The looseness of my top gave him a great eyeful of my cleavage as he dozed off. I slid his hand down to rest low on my hips; his touch made my body tingle with anticipation. Even as he was drifting away I could see that he was growing a chubby. As his breathing deepened I let my hand roam down over his stomach, gently pushing his robe aside to give me clear access to my target. I could see his cock swelling in response to my warm hands caressing his bare skin but he remained asleep. Lightly my hand moved further down until I was gently squeezing his hardness. I moved carefully not wanting him to awaken- yet. I moved up to his belly and down again, this time my small warm searching hand slid under his waistband to softly take hold of his cock. 'Oh, my God!' I was holding my stepdad's hard cock in my warm little hand!!! I thought I was going to orgasm on the spot! My own breath was becoming ragged as I tenderly squeezed and pulled on his swollen rod. Hank took in a rough breath and shifted. My stimulating him was getting through and I knew I didn't have much time before he would wake up. I lifted his shorts down and away from his body. His cock and balls looked incredible, the swollen shaft standing rigid out from his belly. 'Here goes!' I thought as I lowered my hot wet mouth down onto his shaft and moved my head up and down, swallowing him in deeper and deeper. He tasted scrumptious! His breathing changed and his body twitched then suddenly I knew he was awake. ...But he didn't say anything!?!? His stepdaughter was sliding his pole in and out of her mouth and he was letting it happened! 'Got you!' I thought, and increased my sucking, letting his cock pop out of my mouth so I could lick and kiss the length of it, gently sucking his balls before returning to slide his hard rod down the back of my throat and bounce on it like there was no tomorrow. He was thrusting and moaning now, his hand on the back of my head, urging me on, driving his meat into my face all the way to the hilt; in and out, in and out, both of us now in a frenzy. I felt his cock begin to swell and I knew he was close. 'Oh, God, Cindy! I'm going to come!' he gasped, 'Do you want me to pull out?' For answer I increased my speed and in a moment I felt hot spurts of his cum shooting down my throat. I struggled not to choke and to drink in as much as I could but load after load of his sperm filled me up and flowed out of my mouth and down my chin to his belly. Even after his tank was empty he kept thrusting until at last he let go and sagged back down into the couch. I kissed and licked his grateful cock as it softened, using the tail of his bathrobe to wipe up the excess cum on my face and his groin. Looking up into his eyes I watched him as he caught his breath and tried to get his stoned mind around what had just happened. He had just mouth-fucked his stepdaughter! "I'm sorry, daddy. I just wanted to look at it. It's so beautiful! I guess I got carried away. Please don't be mad." He pulled me up into his arms and kissed my forehead. 'Oh, darling, I'm not angry. But this is wrong, I shouldn't have let this happen." "Don't say that. I love you. And mommy's a bitch. I know she is mean and cold to you. You deserve to be loved." I rose up and pressed my lips firmly on his, my tongue pushed through his teeth and began to explore his mouth, letting him taste himself. "No, Cindy. Stop. This isn't right." I sensed his weakness. Smiling I pulled back and slowly began to undo the remaining two buttons of my pyjama top. "Do you really want me to stop?" I pulled my top open to let him feast on my firm young breasts. "Really, daddy? Really? I'll stop if you want me to." My eyes sparkled with mischief as I displayed my proud melons. He was speechless as I lifted my right breast towards his mouth. His hand lifted of its own accord, cupping my heaving breast and guiding the swollen rubbery nipple to his eager mouth. Gently he sucked my nipple in, rolling it and flicking it with his tongue making me gasp and press into him as he licked and sucked and nibbled on my sweet flesh; my back arched in ecstasy. Hank was mine! I swivelled my body pulling my right breast away and presenting the left for his attention. He greedily complied as his right hand continued to cup my right tit pulling and tweaking the nipple with his thumb and index finger. Hot electric explosions were lighting my young flesh on fire! He lifted his mouth back to mine and our tongues entwined as his right hand slid down my body and pushed underneath my waistband to, FINALLY!, squeeze and caress the baby smooth cheeks of my ass. 'Oh, Jesus, let me die!' I thought as his warm hand lightly played with the tender sensitive pouches of flesh close to the heat of my hot cunt. The sweet aroma of my hot sex as I became more and more aroused intoxicated us both. His hands roamed freely over my firm yielding buttocks that I knew he had lusted after as much as I lusted for him to possess them. I moaned and pressed harder against him as he took his pleasure, squeezing and fondling and caressing my sweet firm buns. Slowly he shifted our bodies, laying me flat on my back, allowing his mouth to once again feast on my succulent breasts and hard nipples. His right hand caressed the insides of my thighs slowly moving up towards my heat. I wanted each moment to last forever as he possessed his forbidden fruit. His hand cupped my mound through the material of my PJ's, wet and fragrant with my secretions. I pressed into his hand and he stroked me as my moans mounted and I gasped and shuddered with my first orgasm. He slid his hand down onto the bare smooth flesh of my thighs and up under the hem of my shorts, finding and pressing directly on my wet hot mound. I was becoming delirious. His fingers began to gently probe and part my tender lips, gently stroking the slick silky flesh as my breathing became more rapid. He move tentatively at first, playing me like some powerless instrument, his expert fingers increasing the intensity of their penetration, guided by my increasing loss of self-control. His thumb and index finger found my clit and played with it, flicking, tweaking, rolling it as my body began to buck and my moans mounted to soft cries: "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh,God! Oh, God! Yes! Yesss! Yesss! Aaaahhhh!!! Ooohhh!, Oh my, Oh,my! I looked up at him with glazed eyes, my mouth open, my breasts heaving up and down as I slowly settled down from a powerful series of orgasms. I had come close to passing out but Hank was far from finished with my aroused little teenie body. He slid my shorts all the way down my luscious legs drinking in my nakedness with hungry eyes. Who was in charge now? His right hand played across my belly, down into my pubic hair, stroking and caressing my unprotected thighs. He bent his lips down to kiss my belly button and descended towards the rich sexual aroma of my cunt, licking, kissing, smelling me as he gently parted my thighs; taking his pleasure. I had dreamed of Hank tasting my sweet juices and now, inch by inch, my stepdad's mouth moved towards its tasty feast. He slid off the couch onto his knees pulling my legs up over his shoulders. I was like a rag doll completely in his power as he slid his hands under my buttocks and lifted the sweet flower of my womanhood up to his face. He leaned in and breathed my smell deep down into his lungs. I thought he might swoon just from the heady fragrance of my sex. I wanted this moment to live forever. His thumbs parted the lips of my love canal and the rich scent grew stronger. He paused drinking me in then gently began stroking the walls of my silky wet labia with his soft tongue. Fireworks began to go off in my head and I twisted and moaned as his tongue deftly traced the lips of my sensitive cunt. It felt like he wanted to suck every drop of my honeyed liquid into his hungry mouth but instead of ravaging me he teased and tortured with his skilled tongue, softly licking my wetness; a master slowly increasing his power over his lustful slave. He flattened his tongue and deeply licked from the bottom of my cunt lips to the top like a cat licking up fresh milk. I heard myself moan louder and louder as I deliriously pushed my cunt with increasing urgency toward his teasing tongue. Still he slowly licked me, his tongue becoming more pointed as he pushed into my juicy flesh. My thrusting was becoming bucking and he moved his attention to the hard little nub of my clit. "Oh, oh, ohhh! Stop it's too much!" I cried, then "No! Don't stop! Don't stop! OH MY GOD!!!" He was working my clit hard now, licking, flicking, sucking, nibbling; my body bucking uncontrollably. Aaaahhhhh!! Suddenly I spasmed and my legs locked around his neck. My whole body went rigid. I might have been drowning him in my sweet juices but I didn't care. Aaaah! Aaaah! Aaaaaaahhhh!!! My body convulsed and went slack; my legs fell away allowing him to breathe again. Both of us were breathing heavily, me splayed open, hanging half off the couch, Hank falling into a sitting position lying back on my thighs. He turned his head and gently kissed my tender skin on the inside of my thigh. Soft electric aftershocks pulsed through my body. I looked down into Hank's eyes; both of us were looking from far away, making a slow journey back to earth, smiling in (multi)orgasmic bliss. My juices and smell were slathered all over his face; his eyes moved to take in my heaving breasts as I slowly recovered my equilibrium. I looked to his gorgeous piece of meat and saw it begin to stir and swell; calling to me. Without question there was still going to be... more to cum! A Stepfather is Seduced Ch. 02 Wow, I don't know where to begin. Actually I guess the beginning was my previous submission that I entitled 'A Stepfather is Seduced'! Boy was he ever! But what chance did he have? As I described in that story I am an irresistibly hot 18 year old nympho (at least for my stepdad) with plump delicious curves made juicier by some lingering baby fat, large pear-shaped breasts with hard jutting nipples begging to be tweaked and sucked. My butt is firm and round and sits on top of a pair of the sexiest legs in the neighbourhood. I know that all the frustrated Dads on my block are mentally ripping off my clothes and laying their hands all over this luscious bod! Okay, I'm full of myself but I've encountered many a wandering hand (not to mention thinly veiled invitation to have my teen brains fucked out) from some of my friend's 'respectable' fathers. I've got a thing for older men so, maybe someday, but right now I'm on a mission. My name is Cindy: I am a blonde, pug-nosed knockout and I am going to tease my stepdaddy into complete submission! What makes it easier is that my Mom is a cold bitch who is away from home a lot because of her job. She successfully resisted Hank's (my stepdad's) attempts to rekindle their sex life but my Mom is brutal, the cunt, and I watched Hank get sadder and sadder until I decided to do something about it. He had always been really kind to me and way, way nicer than my asshole Dad who, whenever he does show up, just takes the opportunity to criticise me. I'm not above occasionally teasing him with provocative glimpses of my hot little body just because I know deep down he lusts for his baby girl. I do it just to drive him nuts. But he isn't Hank. Hank was good to me right from the start and after I got to know him I went to him for more and more comfort and advice. He was always there for me even when I knew he was having a hard time with my Mom, the royal bitch. Hank has never inappropriately touched me (like my filthy father). That is until I began to show him how. It started with me obsessing about his warm strong caring body and especially his big strong warm hands; I wanted to have them all over me! Hank, for me, was a hunk. Yeah, almost three times my age (I said I liked older men, didn't I?!), but he kept in great shape; a blue-eyed, well-muscled hunk. Oh, and he had a lovely thick 8" sausage that would delight me when it tented the front of his running shorts. The sight of his awakening lust, before he hurriedly tried to cover it up, would make my mouth water and the top of my legs tingle. So when I turned eighteen I began to find ways to flirt with my obsession. Our hugs had always been special; warm and intimate and lingering, but never crossing that boundary into inappropriate. I began to touch him more where men are vulnerable, letting my fingers linger on his chest or across the back of his neck. I 'absentmindedly' trailed light circles with my fingers whenever they encountered bare skin. It was cute how he would blush and his voice would get husky. I could feel the electrical response of his body to my delicious touch but Hank still restrained himself from letting his hands return the favour and roam over my, oh so willing, curves. Things moved quickly as I stepped up the pace of my seduction. I would lie on my side 'doing my homework' in my bedroom with the short plaid skirt of my school uniform hiked just enough to reveal a glimpse of my innocent white panties not to mention my firm, enticing, tanned thighs. It didn't matter whether my mother was home or not, she would never notice. I would lie like that, rearranging the display, when I knew Hank would be coming to my open door to call me for supper. I still remember the first night I lay there waiting for Hank to come to my bedroom door. When he arrived I felt him tense up and knew his eyes were glued to my adorable little panty-clad ass. I flushed a bright red (as I am sure did he) and kept my eyes on my homework as I distractedly wriggled my hips as if trying to get more comfortable. I was terrified to look at him, certain that he was going to call me out. But he didn't! His eyes drank in their fill of my nubile flesh before, with a choked voice, he informed me that dinner was served and he quickly disappeared. After that, I knew could seduce him! I began to improvise, making sure that he got nice eyefuls of my crossed legs when I sat in the living room in my short skirts. I always pretended to be engaged in something or turned slightly away so that he felt safe to stare at my tanned, bare, exposed flesh. I loved bending over the dining room table when he was in the room, reading the newspaper (as if) and swaying my sweet ass enticingly to whatever music was playing, even if it was just playing in my head! My skirts danced invitingly just below the bottom of my honey buns. Even more exciting for me was lying on my stomach on the living room floor watching TV with my stepdad sitting on the couch. Sometimes I would wear my flimsy sweat pants with a thin t-shirt (no bra of course!). They always rested low on my adorable hips. Gradually I would shift my body nudging the sweatpants lower until I could feel the cool air at the top of my ass crack telling me that my inviting little crevice was also peeking out for Hank to enjoy. Occasionally I would roll lazily onto my back with a question I had made up for him. As I casually stretched, my thin t-shirt stretched too, accentuating my big firm globes with their hard poky nipples. This move allowed me to expose my flat, tanned mid-riff from the bottom of my ribcage all the way down to the waistband of my sweats, resting just above the rise of my pubes. I get wet just thinking about it! Hank's eyes unable to stop glancing at the inviting shadows across my tummy begging for a hand to slide down and cup the steaming prize just beyond view. Of course when I would turn back over onto my stomach my poor inadequate sweaties would have been pulled even lower revealing more of my delightful ass crack. Once I ended up exposing half of the luscious rise of my mouth watering buns! You can bet I took my time reaching back to pull the pants up. I pulled till I could feel the material climbing into my crack and molding my tush like a second skin. I am so bad! Sometimes Hank would abruptly leave the room and not come back for a while. I was pretty sure to beat his meat while he fantasized about boning his nubile little stepgirl. Once I heard him complaining about my provocative dress code to my Mom but I was always careful to be a little more demure when she was around. She just told him that all girls my age dressed more provocatively now and he would just have to put up with it. It wasn't like she really gave a damn anyway. Like I said, the bitch. Once I put on my very short shorts that even my idiot mother wouldn't let me wear outside of the house. Okay so they rode up a little over my ass cheeks, big deal! Anyway I put on those shorts and a skimpy tank top and descended to the rec room where Hank was laid out on the sofa watching a football game. Acting like he wasn't there I went over to the book shelf and stood up on my tippy toes as if reaching something from the top shelf. I had checked this move out in my room in front of a mirror and saw with glee that the globes of my butt tightened and strained as if trying to burst out of the flimsy material of my shorts as they rode a little higher up my ass cheeks. I heard his breathing become more ragged as I pretended to stretch and strain, my plump firm little tush wriggling with the effort. For a while we were suspended there in space. I could feel myself getting wetter with the sheer naughtiness of what I was doing. Finally, with effort, Hank cleared his throat and suggested, huskily, that I might get a chair to stand on. I'm good I replied, artfully dropping the book I was reaching for. "Oh, darn!" I laughed and slowly bent over from the waist to pick the book up allowing Hank a long lingering look at my delicious behind. I knew the material of my shorts looked like it was painted on my delicious derriere (I was wearing a thong for extra effect). The silky fabric pushed up deeper into my ass crack as I stretched to retrieve the fallen book. It was almost too much excitement for me. I stood up, a little dizzy and with a faint "Got it!" rushed off to my room and closed my door. Trembling, I lied back on my bed pushing my soaked shorts and thong down to my knees and; cupping my hot cunt, running my fingers lightly over my engorged lips and playing with my clit until I was rocked with a massive orgasm. I had to pull a pillow over my face to muffle my screams and moans. After that I began to introduce playful ass slaps, sometimes when he was mounting the stairs ahead of me. I was nonchalant about them like it was nothing special and before long he was returning the favour, freely slapping my little behind when I would give him the opportunity which I did with increasing frequency. His hand began to linger a little with each love tap. Sometimes I would squeal: "Oooo, spankies!" (Just writing that word gets me hot!) Occasionally I was rewarded with the appearance of a lovely bulge pressing out against the zipper of his pants. Oh, how I wanted to cup and squeeze that zipper! After a while all I had to do was think of him, of how he would touch me, and my panties would begin to grow moist and hot. I was a wanton little sexpot! Then Hank went on that business trip and I made my plans for his return. You'll have to read that story for the details. We had just finished our rich juicy 'desserts'. (I could still taste his delicious cum!) Now I was staring into his blissed out eyes feeling a smouldering burning desire rekindling in my smooth tanned belly. I'd had a taste but I wanted, as they say, the whole banana. Hank saw the shift in my eyes and began to pull back. "Cindy, no; this has to stop. We've already gone too far." I smiled confident, like a lioness about to devour her prey. Hank still had his robe half on and his shorts down around his knees. I was completely naked and exposed. Rising up onto my knees I gave him a full look at my nubile hot body, hips thrust forward, breasts full and heaving, nipples hard and extended, blonde hair tousled; he couldn't tear his eyes away! I let my eyes fill with false tears. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to be bad." The effect was immediate; he moved towards me to comfort me. "No, of course not, Cindy. It just...well, it just happened, that's all." He pulled his shorts up and sat on the couch beside me. I melted into his arms. "I just wanted you to feel better," I whispered, my tears wetting his bare chest. He held me tenderly, consoling me and caressing my shoulder, stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head. "It's okay. Let's just forget this happened and we'll talk no more about it, okay? Put your clothes back on and we'll go to bed." But I knew he meant separate beds and, while I was okay about not talking about what happened, I was not okay with separate beds. "Okay, Daddy, but can you hold me in your lap just a little bit before I go?" "Um, okay. But Cindy, I'm not your Daddy, I'm your stepdad. Now, please, don't you want to put your pyjamas on first?" Not really however I sensed that I needed to go slow and not frighten him off. "Yes, D...Hank, alright." I moved to obey him sliding my pyjama shorts up my long tanned legs, turning my eyes away so that he could feast on my forbidden teenie flesh. I bent over to pick up my pyjama top feeling my full breasts swaying as they hung down; delicious fruit waiting to be cupped and fondled. I slid the top on leaving it unbuttoned, my hard nipples enticingly making points in the light fabric, the curve of my breasts partially revealed. I slipped back into his lap and nestled into his arms, my left hand resting lightly on his bare muscled chest, my fingers describing small circles. "You're not angry are you?" I whispered. "No! I think it's best if we just forget about what happened and exercise more caution in the future." He was tender and caring and concerned for me and for my mother (the bitch) but all I could think about was the size of his hard cock as it fucked my hot warm mouth and how much I wanted that engorged meat inside my wet, dripping pussy! I moved in his lap, my hand going up to the back of his neck, tilting my head so that my warm breath caressed that tender spot near the ear and jaw. When I shifted, my pyjama top opened more; now only the hard nub of my nipple held the fabric over my right breast. I paused not wanting to scare him off. "You're so good to me. Do you still love me?" I knew that would distract him from cutting this cuddle short. "Of course, I still love you! Don't be silly. You're my little Cindy." He leaned down to kiss my forehead but I anticipated his move and lifted my face towards him feeling his warm soft lips kiss the side of my nose. I giggled and slid my cheek up against the roughness of his, my warm steamy breath now softly caressing his ear. "Do you really love me?" I whispered in a little innocent girl voice; just a little girl asking for reassurance. "You know that I do, honey," giving me a little squeeze, his voice becoming deep and raspy. I could feel him start to stir and I knew that I was close. I shifted again causing my top to slip completely off my right tit. Pretending not to notice, I rubbed my smooth soft cheek against his. "You're so good to me," I whispered again as I gave him a tender kiss at his jawline. "Cindy," he croaked. "Yes, Daddy?" I cooed as I began to plant tiny kisses along his jaw, making my way towards his inviting lips. His cock was hard now pressing into my hip. "Cindy, we mustn't," he said, feebly. "Mustn't?" I echoed as my lips teased the corner of his mouth. "Cindy." He practically whimpered. "Yes, Daddy," I purred, pressing my warm yielding lips on his, my left hand snaking up into his hair pulling his head towards me. Hank hesitated only a fraction of a second, then, with a deep groan, he began to return my kiss with increasing passion. My chest was heaving with excitement as my moans mixed with his and my tongue slipped between his teeth and down his throat. Hank's right hand began to stroke my back underneath my pyjama top. Tenderly I dragged my teeth across his lower lip. He moaned and slid his hand around to cup my large firm tit. He was mine! I felt the hardness of his cock pressing with increasing urgency against my hip and slipped my tiny hand down between us to cup and squeeze his engorged shaft. We were both heaving like dogs in heat. Hank lifted my swollen excited breast to his lips, raining kisses on my firm flesh, tweaking my hard nipple before taking it between his lips, sucking and pulling. Oh, God!!! I moved so that I was straddling his lap, shucking off my flimsy top and presenting him with my heaving bosom. His hands came up to cup both of my full glorious orbs, playing and tweaking the hard pointy nubs of my nips, his hot wet sucking mouth moving from one to the other like they were the last meal of his life. I was going out of my mind with ecstasy rubbing my hot steamy cunt up and down his rigid cock, pulling his head deeper into my breasts. Yipppee-kay- ay, motherfucker! Now Hank began to take over, rolling me over onto my back on the couch and sliding my shorts down my long luscious legs before removing his robe and his own shorts. His hard thick 8 inches sprang free and I had to stop myself from grabbing it and jamming it into my wet willing mouth. Hank was in charge. My pyjama shorts hung enticingly off my left foot as I lay back exposed and vulnerable to his advances, my blonde hair spread across the cushions. Even I would want to fuck my brains out! There was no turning back. Soon my body was being covered with hot, probing, sucking kisses; Hank's hands seemed to be everywhere as he caressed and licked and kissed his way across my belly, stroking my legs and my inner thighs. "Okay." I thought, "You can eat me again before you fuck me...but you are definitely going to fuck me." However, Hank had naughtier thoughts in his lustful mind. Like I was his playtoy he flipped me over onto my stomach then paused, no doubt drinking in my sweet succulent curves. Soon his hands were lightly caressing my nakedness moving down my back, across my delicious butt, and down my legs. His warm roaming hand would move up, squeezing and fondling my vulnerable buns and my inner thighs, his eager fingers sliding down towards the inferno of my dripping cunt. I was writhing and moaning and whimpering at his expert touch. His lips traced across my lower back, licking and sucking and gently taking the ripe flesh of my ass cheeks between his teeth. I was becoming delirious as my body shuddered with mini orgasm after orgasm. But Hank had a destination in mind. As his lips and tongue and teeth had their way with my willing buns his fingers began to part my ass cheeks and his tongue to lick its way towards my virgin rosebud. "Oh my! What had I unleashed?" "Ooohhh" I moaned as his hot tongue found my defenceless hole. "Ooohhh, yes!" as he began to tongue fuck that hole with increasing fervour. So this was what rimming felt like! I LOVED IT! "Oooohhh! Ooohhh! Oooohhh!!!" I screamed as a massive orgasm rocked my body and I bucked and shuddered writhed from his delicious violation. Even after Hank backed off a little my body trembled and shivered with the aftershock. I was in a daze as he picked me up and lifted me off the couch. I thought that he was going to carry me to his or my bed and continue his possession of my inflamed naked flesh but, once again, Hank surprised me laying me over the plush arm of the couch and sliding up in between my legs. My beautiful firm globes were pointing to the ceiling, defenceless; the heady aromas of my steamy juices were driving us both over the edge! Hanks warm loving hands played across my ass as he rubbed the tip of his hard cock along my wet inflamed lips. I was breathing in gasps now as he teased my aching slit. "Please!" I moaned, "Oh, please, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck me. Please!" Hank let out a low dirty chuckle, he was transformed. He slapped my naked ass. "I'm not your Daddy, Cindy. I'm your Stepdaddy.," as he proceeded to plunge his hard thick cock all the way into my steaming pussy. "Aaaaggghhh! Aaaaagghhh! Oh my God! Oh my God!" I burst into orgasm again with his first thrust and rocked and shuddered on his engorged shaft. Our grunts and moans intermingled as he pulled his sausage almost all the way out only to plunge it back into the hilt and began to give me the cunt pounding of my short life. As Hank thrust into me I pressed back into him pushing my upper body off the couch cushions and allowing my pendulous breasts to bounce uncontrollably below me. Hank had been holding me by the hips to increase the leverage of his thrusts but now he reached forward taking my heaving tits into his hands and lifting me back towards him. My body arched and Hank pounded my hot tight pussy to the depths of my being. I moaned, I writhed, I screamed; the pounding was relentless. I pushed against his ravaging cock matching him stroke for stroke, feeling his tempo increase and his thick meat expand within me. He was getting close to release so I helped him pick up the tempo using my tight pussy muscles to squeeze his hardness. I was prepared to milk every last drop of his cum. "Aaaahhh!!! AAAAGGGHHHH!!! OOOOHHH!!! OOOOOH!!! Stop! No, don't stop! Oh, my God!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me!!! FUCK ME!!! Hank was bursting into me and I was delirious, bouncing out of control on the end of his spurting hose. We were both screaming and grunting like tortured lust-crazed animals as Hank pumped load after load deep into my waiting cunt. He was holding me around the waist now allowing my lovely tits to bounce uncontrollably like I was sitting on a paint mixer. As the intensity began to abate he would thrust deep into me holding himself there like his cock was wanting to push all the way up and out my mouth. I clenched my muscles around his shaft drawing out every last drop of ejaculate, draining him dry.