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Comforting My Step-daughter

By: MastrStoryTeller



The following is a work of fiction. Copyright 2012 It builds a bit slowly, but I hope you find that the ending is worth the time to get there. As always, comments welcomed, and please vote (5's appreciated). 

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I am a 50+ widower. My second wife was killed in an auto accident by a drunk driver about three years after we had gotten married. That was four years ago, so I had pretty much gotten over it, and had moved on in my life. I did not have a new woman in my life, although I did have a couple of female friends with benefits. I also had Amy, my step-daughter. Amy was 10 when her mom and I had started dating. She was now in her mid 20's. She was the spitting image of her mom, at least of the pictures of her mom at the same age. She was petite, standing only about 5' tall and definitely on the curvy side, with a gorgeous butt, larger than average boobs, and a bit of a tummy. She was blonde with a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, with hazel eyes.

Amy had married at 19, having gotten pregnant with her high school boyfriend, and her son was just starting in elementary school. I had never really liked her husband, but it was none of my business. So I had kept my mouth shut all along, even though I was convinced that he was abusing her; emotionally, if not physically. Since her mom had died, Amy and I got together about once every few weeks, sometimes including her son in a day out, and sometimes, just the two of us having dinner and a drink. Her husband tagged along once in awhile, but Amy preferred to have it just be the two of us. Her dad had disappeared out of her life before she was three, so I was her only parent; or pseudo parent.

It was a Friday in late in July when I received a text from her, asking if we could have dinner that evening. I had no plans other than working on one of my model locomotives, so, of course, I agreed. I suggested she meet me at one of our favorite restaurants, and then showered, and threw on my jeans and a sweatshirt, which were my normal casual wear. Ninety minutes later I was seated at a table awaiting her arrival. Fashionably late, she joined me, and I could tell instantly that she had been crying. I gave her the normal hug and we sat down. As much as I wanted to ask her what was going on, I bided my time, figuring that sooner or later she would share.

I'll note here that as Amy had grown up, we had gotten to the point where no subject was taboo. This was the result of her lesbian adventure as a senior in high school, when she had confided in me, and asked my help in telling her mother. Both her mom and I were open minded, and the conversation had gone a lot smoother than she had imagined, and from that time on, she talked with me about almost everything.

We chitchatted while we studied the menu, and she shared that David, her husband, had gone fishing for the weekend with their son. Clearly that wasn't the source of her unhappiness, as they did that regularly. I continued to listen as I ordered a nice steak, and she ordered a Cobb salad. I ordered a bottle of Merlot for us to share. She asked me how my novel was coming along, as I had retired the year before and had started trying to write the novel I had thought about for the last ten years. I shared my progress, very little, admitting that I was spending more time with my HO railroad than at my keyboard. Our food arrived, and after a few bites, I noticed that she had teared up again, but I remained silent, figuring she would share eventually.

"Dad, am I sexy?"

I about choked on my bite of steak, but quickly grasped that I was dealing with a young woman who had just had her sexual self esteem destroyed in one way or another. "Oh, sweetie," I responded, "You are quite a sexy young thing. Why do you ask?"

Her tears were flowing now. "Well, I found out today that David has been fucking Trina, the teeny-bopper that lives next door to us. When I confronted him with the facts, he didn't deny it. He just told me that I didn't turn him on anymore. I know I'm a bit overweight, and my boobs sag a bit. I guess I'm over the hill, huh?"

"Jesus, Amy. If you're over the hill, what does that make me? Dead?"

"You're not dead."

"There you go. You're not over the hill either. He's just an asshole. And besides, being sexy is an attitude more than how you look."

"Whaddya mean, an attitude?"

I had no clue where this conversation was headed, but I figured she needed to talk it out, so I went along. "Well, basically, as far as I'm concerned, I consider a woman sexy when she displays self confidence, dresses confidently, and is willing to engage sincerely with a member of the opposite sex about the excitement of life." I knew it sounded corny, but I didn't want to get too specific.

"I take it you thought mom was sexy?"

"Duh! I wouldn't have fallen in love with her and married her if she wasn't."

"And I guess you two had a pretty good sex life?"

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Well, I guess I'm trying to figure out what a normal sex life is."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, ever since David started working at his current job, we've had sex about once a month, and then only when he wants it. And, to be honest, it hasn't been very enjoyable."

"For you or for him?"

"Definitely not for me. As for him, well, it is pretty much he climbs in bed with me, spreads my legs, and rams his cock into me. And even before I've gotten into a rhythm, he ejaculates, pulls out, rolls over and goes to sleep."

"I can certainly understand how you wouldn't enjoy that. And personally, if that's all there was to sex, I wouldn't enjoy it all that much either."

Now, she questioned my response, "What do you mean; he ejaculated. Isn't that what it's about?"

"Oh, god, baby. Sex is a lot more than just ejaculating. That's certainly pleasurable, but I assure you there is a lot more to it than just that."

"Oh," was all she said, as she returned to eating her barely touched salad. I followed suit by slicing another bite of steak. For the next ten minutes or so, we ate in silence. I watched her as she ate, and assuming I could read her facial expressions, it was clear she was trying to grasp the meaning of our short conversation.

We finished our entrees, and both of us declined dessert, but we did each have a Grand Marnier. But, we drank the Marniers in silence. As I paid the bill with my credit card, Amy broke the silence by asking, "Dad, would it be okay if I spent the weekend with you?"

I hesitated, as that would be problematic for me. My friend Cindy was planning on visiting with me the following evening. We usually got together once every few weeks, got totally stoned, and watched some porn. Depending on our moods, we would fuck each other silly, or watch each other masturbate, or some combination thereof. I had been horny all week, and was really looking forward to the evening of total raunchy behavior. But, I also could tell that Amy needed some loving attention, and how could I deny her at her time of need.

My hesitation was obvious, and before I could speak, she jumped in with a follow-up, "Oh, gawd, I'm so sorry; you must have plans. I'll go home now."

I stammered for a moment, trying to find a good solution. Finally, I got it out. "Look, sweetie, why don't you come over and spend the night tonight, and we'll take it from there. I have no plans for the rest of the evening, and it's clear you need some company. The spare room is yours."

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Do you need to go home for clothes or anything?"

"No, 'cause I was hoping you'd say yes, so I threw a couple of things in my overnight bag. How 'bout let's go watch a movie together?"

"That'll work." And with that, we left our dinner table and headed the seven miles over to my condo.

We got to my condo, and as we entered I told her I was going to get more comfortable. She quickly agreed and disappeared off to my spare bedroom. I changed into my lounging pants and a loose t-shirt, and headed to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine. Both of us were barely on the legal side of sobriety, but since we were now in for the night, it didn't matter. I had just popped the cork and poured us two glasses of wine when Amy walked in to join me. I did my best not to stare, but if weren't my step-daughter, I would have. She had put on a pair of quite short boxer shorts and a crop tee. It was quite evident that she was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were blatantly pushing the material of her tee out. The tee was cropped so short that as she moved, the underside of her breasts would be exposed ever so slightly. 

"Jeez," I said, "that may be a bit too casual."

"What's wrong with this? It's just you and me."

"Mmmm, yow. But I'm still a male, and your step dad. Your outfit is just a bit too skimpy, I think. But, it certainly does prove the point I made earlier; you are most definitely a sexy young lady."

"Well, thank you for that. I am also an adult, and I don't intend to change my clothes. You'll just have to deal with it. I want to feel sexy." Amy always had been a bit stubborn. During our very brief chat at the kitchen counter, she had downed her first glass of wine. I had made my attempt at being a dad, so I dropped it. I was still a male, and if she was going to dress like that, I would do my best to enjoy her display without being too obvious about it. I poured her another glass of wine, and we headed into my living room to watch a movie. We plopped down on my primary TV watching sofa, which was about the size of a love seat, and had separate reclining cushions, so only a few inches separated us as we relaxed. Amy immediately put her seat in the reclining position, causing her breasts to be quite prominent under her tee. I avoided looking at her as she grabbed the remote and started paging through the premium channels to see what was playing. She asked what I wanted to watch, and I made the mistake of not giving her any guidance, telling her to pick whatever she wanted.

And, boy, that was a mistake. After paging through several movies, she focused in on Lingerie, which was playing in back to back shows on one of the channels. "Oh, boy," she said. "One of my girl friends said this was really hot. I haven't seen it, and I want to." She selected it on the remote as she finished her sentence." I noted a light slur in her voice, and realized that she was already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Oh, shit," I thought to myself, knowing what was coming, having watched many of the episodes already. How was I going to handle this? I didn't have a clue, but I was thankful that I was wearing my loose lounging pants, so that when my erection happened, as it likely would, it wouldn't be blatantly obvious. But, I had no clue how to cool this situation down. Amy seemed hell bent on watching soft porn with me, and she was going to do it while wearing next to nothing. Her being slightly drunk, on top of her stubbornness meant I had little hope of redirecting the evening, short of begging off and going to bed. I'm a normal male, and would usually jump at such a chance to enter into an evening like this. My resistance had nothing to do with her being married; it was just that she was my step-daughter, and I was supposed to behave like a Dad, not a lecherous old man. On top of that, she was dealing with marital issues, and her sexual self-esteem. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I've learned a few things over the years, and I knew that Amy was definitely a very conflicted young lady. The last thing she needed was me taking advantage of the situation.

My timing was lucky, since she had selected the channel at just the time between episodes, so only commercials were on. They were bad enough, showing a significant amount of female flesh and clearly advertising some of the sexually charged series on that particular network. She finished her second glass of wine while the commercials were still on, and helped herself to another, announcing to me, "I'm going to get sloshed tonight. I deserve it, and I hope you'll forgive me. Have some more."

She refilled my glass without giving me the opportunity to decline, telling me that she knew I had at least another bottle of wine, so we needn't worry about running out. As if that was my concern. As soon as she had refilled my glass, she bopped off the couch and walked across the room to the light switch. I couldn't help but watch her as she did so, enjoying the delightful view of her gorgeous round ass under the shorts. The crease between her ass cheeks and her thighs was visible under the shorts, and my lower brain forced me to watch her with covetous eyes. She dimmed the lights and turned around to return to the sofa. Fortunately, with the lights dimmed, I could openly leer at her breasts barely hidden by her tee. The nipples were prominent, and I wondered if she was already aroused, or how much larger they might get as she watched the upcoming show she had selected. But I was thankful that she dimmed the lights, as it would make my eventual bulge less obvious. And, I knew that I would be masturbating to thoughts of Amy when I finally did climb in bed later. It wouldn't be the first time for that, but before I had only been able to imagine her body. I didn't need any imagination tonight; I saw everything I needed to see.

She settled back into the sofa and sipped some more of her wine. After the trailers for the show played displaying considerable flesh, and making it very apparent that sex would be obvious, Amy paused the show and turned to me. I was already struggling with the situation, but it only got worse after her next comments. I wasn't sure whether Amy was talking or the wine, but it didn't really matter.

"Dad, I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. I'm already horny as hell, and I'm looking forward to watching this. David won't watch stuff like this with me, and according to my girl friend, this show drives her crazy. Sexy, crazy. I'm horny, a bit drunk, and watching TV with someone I trust completely. So, please let me relax, and enjoy an escape this evening."

"Ummmmm," was about all I could muster.

That didn't stop her. "Oh, and," she continued. "I know you've been ogling my body. Don't stop. I want you to. I want to know that a man finds me sexy. Even more, finds me hot. So, for the rest of the night, you are not my dad; you're just a man. Can you do that?"

"Hmmm. I'm not sure."

"Do it for me. Please!"

"Hmmm. Okay. I'll try." My cock was already reacting, so I knew that my lower brain would win on this, and she would get her wish. I just hoped that there would be no recriminations later when she sobered up. By that time the show had started, and we settled back to watch. The show started out normal enough, but about seven minutes in the first sex scene started between a man and a well endowed blonde. It wasn't long before her clothes were off, and he was actively playing and sucking on her breasts. My cock hardened fast, probably more from the sexual tension associated with having Amy sitting next to me than from the actual activity on the screen. When the man lowered his face to the woman's pussy, I stole a glance at Amy. From the glow of the TV, I could see that her nipples had hardened, and she seemed to be clenching her thighs together. It was pretty obvious that she was quite turned on, and my mind wondered how this would proceed.

Within a minute or two, the man had turned the woman around and appeared to be fucking her from behind. If you're familiar with the series, you know that while most of the woman's anatomy is bared, the man's hard cock remains unseen. I could hear Amy's breathing get shallower, and her eyes were glued to my 55" screen. Her hands were on her thighs, and as best I could tell, she was firmly squeezing her thighs with her hands. As for me, my cock wanted attention, but over the years I had learned to enjoy the buildup of watching porn, so I felt little urgency to touch or stroke my cock. I've been known to watch an entire porno without touching my cock, just to make the ultimate release so incredible.

The couple finished copulating in the missionary position, and the plot continued. "That was it?" Amy asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well she was wondering why she didn't get to see his dick.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair; you men get to see all of her, and we don't get to see his hard cock. What's with that?"

"It's soft porn," I explained. "It's all you get on cable TV, unless you order the porn channels."

"Oh," was all she said, as she returned to watching the show.

We continued to watch, and several minutes later, two of the women got into a lesbian scene. We watched as they undressed each other, and eventually moved into a 69 position. As with most men, I love watching female-female scenes, and my cock hardened to its full length, as I watched them play with each other's pussy. Both were completely shaved, which I find totally sexy, and I found myself enjoying the scene. While I hadn't forgotten about Amy's presence, I had stopped observing her while I enjoyed the scene, but she was watching me it turned out.

After the two girls brought each other to orgasm, and the show returned to the plot, she commented, "I see that you enjoy watching two women make love."

Once again, caught short for words, I stammered, "Well, yes, it's pretty hot."

"Oh, then did it turn you on when you found out I was fooling around with another girl in high school? Did it make you hard?"

"Mmmm, well yeah it did, actually."

When she heard my answer, she paused the TV again, and turned a bit to look at me, and asked, "Did mom know that it turned you on?"

"Mmm, well, yes she did." Now, where was Amy going with this?

"Was she mad at you for it?"

"No, I'd say she was definitely not mad at me." My oblique answer only increased her curiosity.

"How did she react? Did she say anything after I left that evening, when I told you guys?"

The situation was going from bad to worse. I could still remember the wild hot sex her mom and I had had that night after Amy had told us of her lesbian lover. I try to avoid lying about my sexuality as it only gets me into trouble, but I knew we were in dangerous territory, and I didn't feel like revealing her mom's intimate thoughts and desires. I tried to deflect the conversation, but Amy was adamant.

"Come on. Tell me. I really have no knowledge of Mom's attitude towards sex and towards me and my sexuality. We never got to talk about it. Please."

'What the fuck,' I thought. "Well, if you must know, we were both quite turned on after you told us, and that night we fucked like crazy."

"Were you thinking about me when you fucked?"

"Occasionally, I guess. Your mom was one hot sexy woman, and she could drive me crazy in such a way that I didn't need much in the way of fantasy. But, yeah, I thought about you making love with another woman."

"Gawd, that is so hot. Did mom know?"

"Well, yeah, she did actually. She even egged me on a bit, telling me how hard my cock was because of you. Since you're going to demand to know, she rode my cock to several orgasms by telling me to think about your pussy being licked by another girl."

Amy, who had been looking into my eyes, lowered her gaze to my crotch, where there was no way I could hide my bulge. But, moments later, her eyes returned to mine.

"Well, to be honest, your imagination was probably hotter than the reality. We only fingered each other's pussy while we French kissed. But, I can tell you this, Becky did get my pussy sopping wet, and her fingers were better than mine at delivering an orgasm. At least then they were."

Now, it was my turn to press for details, since she had opened the door. "Why was that all? Why didn't the two of you explore further?"


Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 02



The following is a work of fiction. Copyright 2013. As always, comments welcomed, and please vote (5's appreciated). 

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As my body slowly shed the unconsciousness of deep slumber, I became aware of my usual morning woody. With my eyes still closed, however, I became aware of the unusual fact that a pair of lips surrounded my cock. I opened my eyes, and with the filtered light of the morning coming through my drapes, I observed Amy's head resting on my belly, telling me that her lips were the ones encompassing my member. The reality of the previous night flooded my brain, and my cock twitched with the delightful sexual images that flashed past my internal eyes.

Cindy was nestled up against my left side, her quiet snoring telling me that she was still happily ensconced in her own Dreamland. Knowing Cindy as well as I did, I figured she was definitely having an erotic dream. I slid my hand across her left shoulder and arm to find her breast, eliciting a moan of appreciation from her dreamy world. I smiled, reveling in the fact that I had two sexy females in bed with me, both of whom were obviously interested in fooling around. Unfortunately, the reality of needing to take a piss stood in the way of continuing our fun from the previous evening.

I slowly urged Amy off of my penis, carefully disengaged from Cindy, and then climbed out of bed, heading towards the bathroom. I took my piss, and flushed the toilet. Just as I was about to reenter the bedroom, I heard moans and whispering emanating from the bed. I peeked around the partially open door and saw the two of them engaged in a deep kiss, as their hands were busy in each other's crotch. I couldn't see much of the action, but it was apparent that they were awakening all of each others' senses for the day. While I thought about joining them, my cock was telling me that it was still recovering from the previous evening. And, there was no way that I was going to interrupt Cindy as she was so heavily engaged in turning my step-daughter into a fully aware nymphomaniac bisexual. My mind explored the possibilities and it was clear to me that the long term benefits of such far outweighed my immediate desire to participate. So, I jumped into the shower.

When I exited my shower, moans of Sapphic lovemaking continued to invade my bathroom. Once again, I struggled with the idea of joining them, but, although my cock stirred with interest, I decided to let Cindy have her way with my step-daughter. Before I finished dressing I heard Amy scream in orgasmic pleasure, followed by the delightful moans I had heard emanate from Cindy many times during our love-making sessions. I smiled, concluding that I probably had a new lover in my life; as did Cindy. I finished dressing and discreetly headed downstairs to make us all some breakfast. Twenty minutes later, the ladies joined me, having showered and donned robes, and both clearly still enjoying the post orgasmic bliss of their shared pleasure. Over breakfast, Cindy announced to me that they were going shopping together for the rest of the day, but I was not to make plans for the evening. I could only imagine what she had in mind.

I busied myself during the day with chores, and continued working my latest HO locomotive project. Cindy texted me to tell me they'd be back by after supper. I was used to eating alone, so this didn't bother me. About 7PM they arrived back at my place. As they came in, they were giggling like best schoolgirl friends, showing no sign of having just met less than 30 hours earlier. Both were carrying shopping bags from various stores at the local mall. Both gave me a kiss on the lips as they passed me by on the way to my spare bedroom.

A few minutes later, Cindy rejoined me in the kitchen wearing a surprising outfit. She was wearing a pair of loose slacks and a white man's shirt. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stretched up to give me a deep kiss. With her arms still around my neck, she broke the kiss and told me that Amy had a surprise for us. I raised my eyes in curiosity, and she explained, "I took Amy to one of my favorite stores for lingerie and toys, and we had a great lunch together. At the store, we looked at toys, and I mentioned a couple of fantasies that I had lived out, using some of the toys and outfits in the store. Over lunch she confided a couple of her fantasies. Anyway, I urged her to explore and live out her fantasies. It seems that she has decided to do this. And, just so you know, I have a role to play in it. "

I smiled. It didn't get much better than this for a middle aged man; to have two beautiful women sharing their bodies and their sex fantasies with him. I was certainly excited to hear that Amy had become intimate friends with Cindy, as it was time for her to realize that her pleasure was her responsibility, she didn't need a husband or boyfriend for that, and Cindy could help her realize and understand it. And, it was a clear sign that she was definitely enhancing her sexual self-esteem. I felt my cock stir with the excitement of the upcoming evening, wondering how it would play out. No matter what, I knew that it would be an enjoyable evening.

Cindy, making herself at home as always, opened a bottle of wine for us and carried it and three glasses into my living room. I finished what I was doing and joined Cindy in the living room where she was busily rolling a couple of joints. She looked up at me and smiled with her deliciously sexy and devilish eyes, and asked, "Are you prepared for another evening of debauchery?"

I laughed, responding, "As ready as I'll ever be!"

"You didn't ask what role I had to play."

"Does it matter? With two beautiful women and debauchery, how can I lose?"

"Well, that's just it. Tonight, I am to be a man." And with that comment, she took my hand and placed it on her crotch. The bulge in her pants; his for the night, told me that she was wearing one of her strap on toys. I wasn't all that surprised, as I knew that Cindy swung both ways, and had had the opportunity to watch her "fuck" another woman a couple of times.

"Oh, then this will be quite interesting. I'm looking forward to it. I'm sure we'll all enjoy."

She lit the joint as I answered, took a deep toke and then passed it to me. I took a deep toke as well, and followed it with a sip of wine. Over the next five or ten minutes, we finished the joint and our first glasses of wine. Although I had become quite relaxed, I was wondering what had happened with Amy. Between tokes, I voiced my wondering, and Cindy admitted she was wondering as well, but we both agreed to give Amy whatever time she wanted.

We were well into our second glass of wine, and the second joint when Amy finally appeared out of the hallway. She was wearing a knee length light green dress with long sleeves, a high neckline and buttons down the front. It fit her well, but was quite demure, and showed minimal flesh. Contrasting with the conservative dress, she was walking on a pair of five inch "fuck me" heels that did their expected jobs of highlighting her gorgeous legs. She had spent some time putting on make-up, something I had seen her do only sparingly. This time, she had not been sparing; as she had on bright red lipstick, accented with overdone mascara and eye liner. Above and below the dress, she looked delightfully slutty, and I found myself wondering what she had in mind.

She strutted over to the coffee table, and standing on the side opposite of us with her feet spread, she faced us. "I hope the two of you enjoy the evening," she said, looking me straight in the eye. I didn't know where this was headed.

"What's not to like?" I responded. "I am here with two gorgeous women, so..."

Cindy corrected me, "Remember, I'm just another man that you are out on the town with." 

With that, Amy ambled over and plopped down on the couch between the two of us. Smiling, she commented, "So, I take it that both of you have had some wine and a joint?"

"Hmmm, I think that is most definitely true," Cindy replied.

Amy cuddled up next to me, allowing me to inhale whatever deliciously sexy scent she had put on. She then took the joint and inhaled deeply, complaining that we had a head start on her. Cindy poured her some wine, and we chatted while Amy caught up with us. She finished the joint and was well into her second glass of wine when she looked me in the eyes, said, "Cindy and I talked quite a bit while we were out, and I realized that I've been missing a lot of life. And that's stupid. The two of you have opened my eyes on my own sexual being, and I'm happy with what you have revealed. So, Dad, I have a proposal for you. I want to keep you as my sexual confidant and mentor."

"That's not a problem," I offered. I still had no clue where this was going.

"Oh, I know that. But, I want to compensate you for all your help. Not with money, but with pleasure. Cindy has told me that you enjoy being dominant sexually. And she has told me how wonderful it feels being submissive to you. So, in return for mentoring me, once a month, for a day and a night, I will be your slave. I will wear whatever you tell me to wear; I will do whatever you tell me to do; and I will accept whatever you wish to do to me. I will be your cum-slut. And to be clear, I want to be your cum-slut! I hope that works for you."

Without giving me a chance to respond, Amy turned and faced Cindy. "And the same offer goes for you as well. I would love to be your cum-slut for a day as well. So, what do you two say?"

I looked over at Cindy. The look on her face told me she had arrived at the same conclusion I had. We were in a box. There was no way either of us was going to deny such an offer. Only one problem. It meant that, sooner or later, Amy was going to discover our secrets. Most importantly, it meant that sooner, rather than later, she was going to learn the real truth about her mother. I knew that was inevitable given what had already happened this weekend, but I wasn't sure we wanted to rush it at all. Realizing we had no choice, I responded, "Works for me."

Cindy had apparently realized the obvious as well. "I'm not going to complain one bit," Cindy added.

But then I decided to play with Amy, and see how committed she really was. "What if either of us decides that one day a month is insufficient?"

Amy replied instantly and nonchalantly, "Then I guess I would have to be your slave more often. That shouldn't be a problem."

Both of us nodded our assent to your answer, but if she could have seen my cock at the time, she would have known the answer definitely would be more often.

She continued, "Good. That's settled. Now, I want to dance for you. It has long been a fantasy of mine to do erotic dancing and be the object of men's lustful desires, especially strangers. I've never really expected to be able to pursue that fantasy, but now I can. So, tonight, the two of you are my audience. My customers, and for the rest of the night you are supposed to be strangers to me. Dad, can you tune in some good bump and grind music?"

As I tuned in some music with the remote, Amy got back up off the couch and pushed the coffee table away, so she had room to dance. She immediately started dancing to the music as soon as it started. Her swaying and singing with the music made it clear that she was doing her best to emulate a stripper. While Amy had had dance lessons as a youth, she hadn't had any training in erotic dance that I was aware of, but her natural talent and her lust contributed to an immediate positive effect. My cock responded instantly to seeing her run her hands over her dress in time with the music. As she danced, she moved up close to the couch, splitting her time by moving back and forth from Cindy to me. Every time she switched targets, she undid one of the buttons on her dress, doing a great job of imitating a stripper. First she would undo a button at the top of the dress, slowly revealing more and more of her upper chest. Then, she undid a button at the bottom, allowing more and more of her thighs to flash as she danced. By the time the first song ended, she had undone almost all of the buttons on her dress. We could see the bra, peignoir, and panties that she was wearing under the dress. And these were not a normal bra and panties. From what I could see of them, mostly still hidden by the dress, they had just been purchased from the lingerie store Cindy had taken her to. Amy's arousal level was already high, as I could smell the scent of sex. 

The next time she moved between my legs, she turned around with her back to me. She then lowered herself onto my lap, and although still dressed, she was grinding her crotch against the bulge in my pants, which was getting quite uncomfortable by now. I glanced over at Cindy and found that she was watching every move with lustful interest. The temperature in the room was already increasing. I desperately wanted to reach out and caress Amy to let her know how much I was enjoying it so far, but I behaved. Amy continued to rub against my crotch, driving my cock to full erection, to the point where it was obvious to her that I was fully aroused.

Amy then moved back over to Cindy, and I took the opportunity to adjust my pants, relieving some of the constriction on my manhood. I watched Amy dance real close to Cindy, giving her the same treatment she gave me. Cindy slid forward a bit on the couch, moving her crotch enough that Amy could grind against her as well. The grin on Amy's face told me that she was enjoying the feel of Cindy's "cock" between her legs. As I watched, I wondered how Cindy was enjoying the show and the pressure on her crotch. I had spent my entire adult life enjoying sex whenever I could, and I was always studying how others, especially my female partners, really enjoyed sex. Not that I could explain my own pleasure. As with most men, once my cock took over, I just enjoyed the ride.

The scene in front of me jerked me back to the present quickly as I watched Amy slide her hands up and down her body in a delightfully sexy way. I had to remind myself that she was not an experienced stripper, and she was acting out a long held fantasy. I also had to remind myself that 48 hours earlier, she wasn't even sure that she had any sex appeal at all. We watched as Amy finished unbuttoning her dress. After grinding against Cindy's "cock" for several minutes, Amy backed away, but continued her sexy dance. Amy was definitely getting into the full blown dance mode, as it was evident that the combination of weed, wine, and music had enabled Amy to become one with the music. She closed her eyes as her body undulated sexily to the heady beat of the music. It was if she had completely forgotten about us an audience. Then, swaying to the music, she allowed the dress to slide off of her arms. Once she was out of it, she threw it to the side, leaving her now dressed in bra, panties, and high heels. As her body moved to the music, her hands continually caressed her own body. Initially, her hands glided sensually over her body spending little time over any particular area. The contact was obviously light, but extremely sensual. But as her dance progressed, her hands spent more and more time over her more erogenous areas, her bra covered breasts, and panty covered pussy, lingering longer and longer in those special areas.

Cindy and I watched as Amy's hands slowly found their way inside her bra. Although we couldn't see the action, it was obvious that her fingers were now actively manipulating her nipples. I found myself enjoying the show on two levels. Undoubtedly, Amy was performing a highly erotic and sexually arousing dance. At the same time, her dance training had kicked in and I was enjoying the highly artistic style that she was displaying as she danced for us. We continued to watch as her fingers picked up the pace inside her bra. Eventually, with her eyes still closed, she withdrew her hand from her bra and undid the clasps in front. Then with both hands holding the separate bra cups, she ever so slowly, and in tune with the beat of the dance music, slowly revealed more and more of her breasts. Even though I had already seen, touched, kissed and fondled them, I found myself eagerly awaiting the full exposure of her aureoles and nipples. My cock was eager as well as I could feel its hardness in my loose slacks.

I looked over at Cindy, observing that was also totally entranced by the show in front of us. I could see her firm nipples poking out of her shirt, clearly indicating her arousal level as well. I turned my attention back to Amy as she continued her dancing, just in time to see her fully remove her bra and toss it to the side. Her fingers were aggressively manipulating and squeezing her nipples, causing them to harden and extend more than I had seen before. It was apparent that she was completely into the music and had completely forgotten about us as an audience. She continued to fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples until the song ended. When it did, she opened her eyes again, quickly remembering that she had an audience. After the briefest hesitation, her eyes lit up and she smiled at us.

"Go ahead. Take your cocks out. I want you to enjoy the show, and I want to see your reactions."

Both of us complied, quickly removing our slacks and I removed my undershorts, as Cindy wasn't wearing any. Obviously her cock was at attention, but so was mine. Amy cooed at our display, commenting, "Oh, yeah, that's great. And it is so hot knowing that I am the cause of your reaction."

Before I could respond, Cindy did. "You are one very hot stripper, Amy. I expect that even many gay men would get an erection watching you." Then looking over at my throbbing member, she added, "I know both of us are so horny, and ready to fuck you!"

Amy smiled demurely. "Oh, I'm sure. But remember, you can't touch me with your hands. You are welcome to enjoy, but no touching, unless I initiate it. Isn't that the normal set of rules for a nude dance establishment?"

My cock told me to lie, but I knew that it didn't matter, as we would all enjoy the evening, no matter how it progressed, so I answered truthfully, "Yes, generally those are the rules."

"Good," Amy said, with a sexy smile on her face. All this time, she had not stopped playing with her nipples, nor had her swaying lost its rhythm. She then moved back closer to us, until she was standing only a few inches from my spread knees. While her left hand continued to massage her steel hard nipples, her right hand drifted lower on her body. As her fingers approached the waistband of her already soaking wet panties, she allowed them to slip inside. She moaned as her fingertips had clearly found their desired contact with her clit. She then leaned over towards me, allowing her breasts to sway with the music only inches from my face. They were moist with a sheen of sweat from a combination of her dancing and the heat level in the room. I watched intently as she rubbed and squeezed her own nipples. I behaved and just watched, even though I desperately wanted to take them into my mouth and suck on them.

She then raised her body a bit and pulled her right hand from inside of her panties. Then ever so slowly and seductively she raised it until it was at my eye level and I could see her pussy juices glistening on her fingers. My eyes followed her fingers as she brought them to her mouth. Our eyes locked on each other as she extended her tongue and sexily licked the juices from her fingers. Then she slid them into her mouth and started sucking on them. 

I looked over at Cindy to see how she was enjoying the show, and saw her staring unabashedly at Amy's lewd behavior. I was unaware, but at some point she had unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her gorgeous breasts and her firm nipples. There was no doubt that the sexy show being put on by our first time stripper was causing her juices to flow. Amy saw my eyes shift to Cindy and hers followed. Obviously realizing that she had forsaken Cindy for several minutes, Amy moved over between her legs, and repeating her behavior, lowered her breast to just in front of Cindy's face.




Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 02



"Do you want to suck on them?" she asked Cindy.

"Yes, please," Cindy moaned in response.

Amy moved closer and lowered her breasts so that Cindy could wrap her lips around the succulent melons. As Cindy's lips closed around one of Amy's nipples, Amy moved even closer, spreading Cindy's legs further apart. As Cindy suckled on her breasts, Amy slid her hand back into her already soaking wet panties. I continued to watch, even though I was finding it harder and harder to be a passive voyeur. I desperately wanted to partake in the action, but I refrained, knowing full well that sooner or later the action was going to get even hotter.

Turned out it didn't take long. Amy looked over at me, her eyes dropping instantly to my cock standing at attention begging for some relief. "Staring me straight in the eyes, she commanded, "Stroke your cock. I want to watch you play with yourself."

I did as requested, surrounding my shaft with the fingers of my right hand, easily settling into a slow rhythmic up and down motion on my engorged manhood. My breathing increased with my arousal, but I kept the pace slow as I wanted the build up to last as long as possible.

"This is so hot," Amy moaned. "Are you aroused like that because of me and my dancing?'

I answered. "Oh, gawd. What do you think? Yes! You are one hot babe, and there are two people here who want desperately to fuck you; to eat your pussy, or whatever you might desire."

"Mmmmm! That sounds so good." Amy freed her breast from the suckling of Cindy and backed away just a bit. Then, still dancing to the sexy drumbeat of the movie, Amy grasped the waistband of her panties with both hands and made a major production of lowering her panties down over her hips. Ever so slowly her pubic area came into view, showing us that she was now full shaved. Her pussy lips were open and swollen with excitement, letting us see the wet inner folds of her succulent womanhood. She slid the panties down her legs and kicked them to the side. As I continued to stroke my cock, she stood between Cindy and me, and dipped two fingers deep into her cunt. Glancing at Cindy, I saw her lust-filled eyes staring straight at the center of Amy's sex. I knew both of us were enjoying the show, and that we both wanted to take control, and throw Amy down on the couch and have our way with her.

Cindy caught my eyes on her and licked her lips in slow seductive highly sexual move. Amy saw the action and instructed Cindy to start stroking her own "cock". Cindy gripped her "manhood" and holding it tightly started moving her hand up and down. As I watched, I realized that her cock also included an extension that was cleverly buried deep in her pussy. So, by stroking her cock, she was essentially fucking her own pussy. The smell of sex permeated the air, and the heat of our bodies was causing all of us to sweat in the otherwise comfortable room.

Amy danced her way over till she was dancing between my spread legs. She lowered her upper body until her breasts were swaying only millimeters from my face. I watched as she slid her hands back up her body to her breasts, and finally brought her fingers to her nipples. As she pinched her nipples, she rubbed her breasts against my face. Before I could respond and lick her nipples, she pulled back. She then turned around, and once again bent over at the waist. She spread her legs as wide as she could while still between mine, and inched backwards, pushing her delightful ass towards me. She reached behind her, and grasping both of her butt cheeks, she spread them, providing me with an intimate and delightful view or both her asshole and her soaking wet cunt.

As I inhaled the sweet smell of her sex, I continued to stroke my steel hard cock. Still bent over, she looked back between her spread legs, to see my hard cock and my face only an inch away from her dripping pussy. She smiled, and pushed her ass into my face, eliminating the gap. I responded instantly, opening my lips, and plunging my tongue between the folds of her pussy. I heard her gasp in delight, as my tongue slid up and down her sexy pussy lips. I alternated teasing her clit with plunging it into her cunt, savoring the tangy taste of her juices, which were readily flowing from her now wide open pussy.

"Gawd! I am so horny now!" she exclaimed. "This is so hot!"

I heard Cindy respond. "Gawd, YES!"

With my face buried in Amy's pussy, I couldn't see what Cindy was doing, but from the sound of her voice, I knew she was close to an orgasm. For that matter, I was pretty certain that Amy was close to one as well. And as much as I wanted to reach around and start fondling Amy's tits, I refrained, respecting her "rules." So, keeping my hands at my sides, though, I continued to use my tongue on Amy's tasty and very wet pussy, savoring the delicious taste of her oozing juices. But after a few more seconds of this, Amy pulled away from me, allowing me to see what I had only been hearing minutes earlier.

I looked over at Cindy, and saw that her shirt was fully unbuttoned now, and the fingers on her right hand were massaging her breasts and squeezing her turgid nipples, while her left hand continued to stroke her "cock". The sight was overwhelmingly hot as I watched Cindy tease herself while Amy moved in closer to her. There was no way that I could just watch as I wrapped my hand around my own cock and started stroking it lightly. I knew I was close to my own orgasm, but I desperately wanted the scene to continue.

Amy moved in close to Cindy, pushing her ass up close to Cindy's face just as she had done with me. Amy looked over at me; the grin on her face told me how much she was enjoying being our private dancer. Cindy pressed her face into Amy's pussy, her tongue plunging deep into Amy. Cindy's tongue action only heightened Amy's arousal further. I watched the action for a couple of minutes while lightly stroking my cock, but I knew that given our level of arousal, the current action wouldn't last long.

And I was right. Within a minute or two, Amy reached between her legs and grasped Cindy's "cock". As she held it in her hand, she slowly lowered herself towards it. I watched intently as Amy's pussy got closer and closer to Cindy's "manhood". Was she going to tease Cindy, or was she actually going to impale herself on it. Amy's hands continued to roam over her own body, squeezing her nipples, or teasing her clit, or both. Cindy kept her hands at her sides, but I could tell how much she wanted to touch Amy. Inch by inch, Amy got closer and closer. I had to lean forward a bit to see the real action and I did so, not wanting to miss anything. When Amy's pussy made contact with the head of Cindy's "cock", Amy started moving her hips forward and back, essentially rubbing her pussy lips around and across the hard cock at her pussy entrance. I could see Amy's pussy juices oozing out of her pussy, and slowly covering Cindy's "cock". It didn't take long for the "cock" to become well lubricated, and once it was, Amy continued her downward motion; her pussy slowly engulfing the large cock. The pressure of Amy's pussy on the "cock" pushed it down and into Cindy's groin, causing her to moan even louder. As I watched this action, I realized that part of the toy being worn by Cindy actually included a similar cock that was already buried deep in Cindy's pussy. So, as Amy pushed against the toy, the toy only pushed deeper into Cindy.

Finally, Amy's pussy opened enough and the head of Cindy's "cock" slipped inside.

"Oh, gawd," Amy murmured, as she slid down the shaft slowly. "It's so big, but gawd it feels so fucking good."

Her pussy had swallowed nearly all of the ten inch cock when she stopped going lower. She increased her hip motion and gyration around the cock, while maintaining it's position deep inside her pussy. She was moaning continuously now, as the cock worked it's magic inside her hungry cunt. Meanwhile, Cindy was constantly clenching her fist, clearly being driven crazy by the resulting action of the other end of the cock in her pussy. She was doing her best to obey Amy's rules.

"Fuck!" Cindy finally screamed. "This is driving me insanely crazy; the things that are going on inside my pussy. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna' fuckin' cum. Amy, don't stop! Oh, gawd!" 

Amy then ordered Cindy, "Play with my tits!"

Instantly, Cindy's hands found their way to Amy's breasts, her hand surrounding those delightful orbs, while her thumbs and forefingers zeroed in on the turgid nipples. 

"Fondle them! Squeeze them! Pinch Them! Make 'em hurt!" Amy ordered.

I winced inwardly, being all too familiar with Cindy's occasional streak of dominance, especially over young women. I doubted that Amy fully realized what kind of permission she was giving Cindy. But, I knew it would be okay; Cindy would bring Amy along very skillfully into becoming a true sex slave to us. As I expected, Cindy started fondling Amy's nipples. I had no idea how either of them could maintain any semblance of control as Amy slid up and down on Cindy's cock. 

My stroking was getting frenetic now, as the torrid scene played out next to me. I watched Cindy squeeze and pinch Amy's nipples as Amy ground her pussy harder onto Cindy's "cock". They were both moaning; I think they were trying to talk, but for the most part it was just loud mumbling. By now, pre-cum was leaking profusely from my cock head, and I was sure that I would only last another minute or two. My breathing go heavier as I watched Amy grind herself against Cindy.

"Fuck! You two are hot!" I managed to say between my own moans of excitement. My comment drew Amy's eyes back to my cock. Then she raised them to mine, and said, "Stand up! I want you to jack off all over my face!"

I did as I was ordered, happier than she probably realized, as I find jacking off on a woman's face to be really hot. As I stood in front of her, my cock was about the same level as her neck. Somehow, she managed to get the two of them to slink down a bit on the couch to bring her face even with my cock. I stood between their combined but spread legs, and continued stroking my cock for her. As I did so, looking down, I had a great view of Cindy's pinching and squeezing Amy's nipples, pushing me ever higher and higher. Somehow, amazingly, Amy found her voice again.

"Oh, yeah! Gawd, Cindy. Fuck me! Look at his cock. It's so fucking beautiful. Play with it!" she commanded me, looking me straight in the eye.

I did as instructed, feeling my orgasm building in my balls. "Fuck! It's building. I can feel it in my balls." I picked up the pace, not being able to control it any more. As my orgasm built, I squeezed the base of my cock, trying to prolong it another stroke or two. That was about all I could do as I erupted.

"FUCK!" I screamed as spurt after spurt of cum rocketed from the head of my cock. My first spurt missed Amy's face, but landed in her hair. After that, my aim was a bit better. My second shot of sperm landed on the bridge of her nose. I continued to stroke my cock, pumping more of my cum onto her face. My third rivulet landed across her lips, and she immediately used her tongue to collect as much of it as she could. When I started cumming, she had upped her pace on Cindy. Cindy started screaming even as I was still pumping spunk from my manhood.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed. "Fuck Amy! You are so hot!"

Moments later, Amy joined us in the screaming as we reached an orgasmic crescendo together. I pumped the last few drops of cum from my cock, and as I did so, Amy reached up with her hand and wiping my juice off her face with her fingers, she swiped it into her mouth, lustfully trying to swallow all of my ejaculate. After a couple more breaths of air and strokes of my cock, I was wiped. I collapsed back onto the couch before I fell onto the floor. They weren't far behind me, although Amy did have to struggle a bit to rise up off of Cindy's manhood, before she could plop down on the couch between us.

It took us several minutes to catch our collective breath. Amy was first, surprisingly, and asked, "Well, whaddya think?"

I was first to respond saying, "You would make a lot of money if you ever decided to strip and dance for a job."

"You think?" she responded.

Cindy answered for me, "Oh, yeah. Absolutely!"

(To be continued) 



Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 03



{Author's note: It is highly advised that the reader would have already enjoyed the pleasure of reading the first two chapters before diving in for full background. No matter, though. Dive in and enjoy. Oh, and don't forget to vote.} I was not surprised when I received an email from Cindy the next morning, inviting me to lunch. I knew that, like me, her mind had been working on our oncoming potential train wreck with Amy. Our extensive collections of amateur porn, photographed in her loft and my house were very likely to disturb Amy, no matter what we had done over the weekend. And I wasn't sure that Amy was ready to learn the whole truth about her mom. Through exchanging emails, Cindy and I agreed to meet for lunch and discuss how to protect and eventually reveal to Amy our extensive collection of amateur porn.



We met at one of our favorite restaurants where we could have a conversation with minimal likelihood of being overheard. After ordering our sandwiches and beers, our conversation turned to the matter at hand. It didn't take us long to reach agreement on the fact that we both wanted to continue our sexual interaction with Amy. Cindy made it very clear to me that she was really looking forward to more play time with my step-daughter, and she knew me well enough to know that I would take advantage of the availability of another sexy woman in my life. Further, we quickly agreed that we would eventually reveal all to her, as neither of us wanted to engage in any form of deceit. But, we decided that we needed to manage the way in which Amy discovered just how wild we really were.

We then chatted a bit about some of the naughty things we intended to do with Amy when she was being our slut toy. Compared to Cindy, me fantasies were relatively benign, as I imagined Amy dressed in a sexy maid uniform, and submitting to my sexual demands as she went about doing assigned chores around the house. Cindy shared with me that she was looking forward to tying Amy to the bed, and then ravishing her completely, both as a lesbian lover, and as a dyke with one of her large strap-ons. Cindy even mused about having one or more of her other girl friends over to share in the playtime with Amy. I allowed as how I would love to be in her closet watching her play out the fantasies. Cindy smiled at me and promised she would try to make that happen at some point, taking the opportunity to describe to me in great detail the things she intended to do to Amy. Needless to say, by the time we had finished lunch I was aroused. We got up from the table and hugged and kissed.

Breaking the kiss, Cindy asked if she was the cause of my obvious erection, the smile on her face clearly indicating that she already knew the answer.  Later that night, I enjoyed some solo masturbation with vivid memories of Amy and Cindy playing in my head. I have always enjoyed the mental reruns of great sex, and this was one of the better nights.

I didn't hear from Amy for several days, and had pretty much figured that her offer was given in the heat of the moment, and after some contemplation, she would want to back down. It would be okay with me either way; as her step-dad, I wanted her to be in control of her own life and happiness, and would not hold her to her promise. On the other hand, I was certainly excitedly anticipating some more wild sex with her in some form or another.

On Thursday of that first week, I received an email, in which she told me that she was moving out of the apartment with her husband, and sharing an apartment with a girl friend. The last couple of lines really got to me, "I want to fully explore my sexuality, and I want you as my mentor and wiki, and to help me stay safe. David is a wet blanket, and I can't do it with him around. Will you be my sex wiki?"

I replied immediately with a simple answer, "I'd love to be your sex wiki!" I closed it with a bunch of smiley faces. I forwarded the exchange to Cindy, and she was equally effusive with the idea. Within minutes, I received an answer from Amy, thanking me for agreeing, and inviting me to dinner for the following night at her new apartment. I accepted, of course, expecting a quiet dinner with my step-daughter.

I showed up at her apartment fashionably late at several minutes past 6PM. She opened the door and, while mostly hiding behind the door, welcomed me in. As soon as I was in, I saw her completely. She was HOT! She was wearing a simple black and white tight fitting mini-dress that ended less than inch below her crotch. It had an extreme v-neck line that plunged to well below her breasts, and barely covered her nipples, exposing a considerable expanse of her inner breasts. She was wearing stockings and a garter belt, which was fully exposed, and accented by 5 inch stiletto "fuck-me" pumps with straps that wrapped around her ankles. My eyes took their time to explore the delightful vision in front of me, which she noticed. She then very slowly did a pirouette, and I got to enjoy the rear view. The dress was virtually backless with just a strap around her neck, and enough material to barely cover her ass.

"Do you like?" she asked, when she finished her pirouette and once again faced me.

"Oh, yes." I answered. "What's not to like? You are absolutely HOT! And sexy!"

"Mmmm. Good!" she said as she stretched up to give me kiss that was inappropriate for father and step-daughter.

I followed her into their living room, where I met her new roommate Julie. Julie had been one of her high school friends, but I hadn't seen her in years. Julie was stretched out on their couch, casually dressed. Well, sort of. She had on a tee-shirt that said very boldly across her boobs, "Enjoy the view". She was clearly not wearing a bra, and her nipples were visibly protruding against the fabric. She also had on a dark pair of panty hose, over which she was wearing a skimpy pair of lime green shorts that barely covered her pussy. Her body was near perfect. She appeared to be about 5'9" with a gorgeous figure that I estimated at 36-24-34, with long muscular legs. Her smile was contagious, and when my eyes finally met hers, I could tell that she knew I had given her the once over, visually. And her first words to me indicated that this was likely to be an interesting evening.

"Hey there, Mr. P. Good to see you again. Am I as hot and sexy as Amy?"

"Mmmmm. That would be a Yes! Most definitely," I responded, wondering where this evening might be headed.

"Mmmm. Good," she said. She then informed me that her boyfriend would be joining us a bit later.

And then Amy added with a big grin on her face, "And we have some special plans for after dinner."

"Sounds like fun," I answered.

I followed Amy into the kitchen and we chitchatted while she finished a simple meal of basted chicken, asparagus, and a green salad. As we chatted, Julie brought us a joint to share, along with the wine that Amy had poured. We smoked the joint and Amy shared with me her current feelings about moving out of the apartment from her husband. Although I was concerned about her emotional state, I was pleasantly surprised as we chatted to realize that she had given it great thought, considered all the possible choices, and possible outcomes. Most importantly, I understood that this decision was a really important step in her maturing as a sexual woman. Overall, she seemed quite comfortable with the current state of her life. I was hoping I was seeing her real feelings, as I didn't want to see her emotionally bruised over some sexual issues with her husband.

Every once in awhile, I would pester her with a question about the plans after dinner, but I couldn't get a hint out of her. Just before dinner was ready, I heard the doorbell. A moment later, Julie came into the kitchen with her boyfriend. Julie introduced him as Sam, and I shook his hand. He didn't say much more than hello though. He stood about 6'3", and was most definitely one hot piece of male eye candy. His t-shirt accented his tight abs, and there was no doubt that he had a nice piece of meat in his very tight jeans.

As Amy served up the dinner, we shared another joint.  Conversation was minimal as we each held our tokes as long as possible. We sat down to dinner, and Amy and Julie led the conversation, and I quickly noted that generally it was a three way conversation between the two of them and me. I'm sure that Sam said no more than five words through the entire meal including the ice cream dessert. I wondered quietly to myself what kind of relationship Julie and Sam had, as he came across as purely a boy toy. After dinner, I helped Amy with loading the dishes into the dishwasher before we joined the others in the living room.

There, we found Julie and Sam relaxing on the couch, smoking yet another joint. Julie had opened another bottle of wine, so we availed ourselves of another glass, and pulled a couple of tokes off the joint. As we were finishing our tokes, Sam and Julie got off the couch, suggesting that we sit there. We did, and Amy sat next to me, much closer than necessary given the size of the couch. As we made ourselves comfortable, Julie dimmed the lights and turned on the TV, then sat down on the large stuffed chair next to the couch. Sam joined her, sitting on the armrest of the chair. I was still wondering what was next.

Julie fiddled with the remote control, and moments later a DVD started playing. It only took me a few seconds to realize that it was a XXX porn flick, as the advertisements for phone sex popped up instantaneously. As the phone sex ads played, Amy whispered in my ear, "Do you enjoy phone sex?"

"Ummm, yes. As a matter of fact, I do. But, that is assuming that the girl on the other end of the phone gets into the conversation, and can carry the fantasy along with me."

She responded, "Hmmm. I think I'd like to try it some time."

When the movie title finally came up, Julie paused the DVD, and then shared, "Ok, Mr. P., we've kept you in the dark on the evening plans long enough. It's not a big deal, but Sam here isn't really my boyfriend. In fact, we have only met once, and that was to coordinate for this evening. The truth is that I hired him to be my boy toy for the evening." Wow, I pegged that one, I thought to myself. "You see, when Amy told me about her hot weekend with you and Cindy, and about how she had decided to pursue her fantasies, it gave me the guts to pursue some of my own fantasies. And that is what I'm doing tonight. I have always wanted to be in total control, sexually that is, of several people at one time. And, when I confessed that to Amy, she begged to be part of it, and wanted to invite you. Sorry to surprise you, but I hope you're cool with this. I'm hoping that you're willing to let me direct the events for the rest of the evening. For a long time, I've fantasized about directing my own porno movie. That's what I want to do tonight, only we won't be filming anything. If you don't want to participate, just say so, but I hope you'll play along." 

The pleading look on her face was compelling, but I really didn't need any coaxing; after all, is there any red-blooded heterosexual male that wouldn't jump at such an opportunity? Or at least, want to? I was already smiling in anticipation before she finished and I willingly agreed to participate in her fantasy. As Julie restarted the DVD, I whispered in Amy's ear, "Do you know what she has planned?"

She whispered back, "I haven't got a clue, but I know two things. She hasn't had a man in weeks, and she is very loud when she masturbates. Oh, and I committed to do whatever she told me to do. She actually made me promise that twice, telling me that she wanted it to be really wild and kinky. And, she wanted to make sure that I was willing to be the center of attention."

"Well, that should make it interesting," I remarked to Amy. "And very erotic!"

"I'm pretty sure it will be. My pussy has been wet all day, thinking about it. I am so fuckin' horny. Earlier when I went in to take my shower, I was masturbating in the shower. Then Julie came in and ordered me to stop. Right now, my pussy is absolutely begging for attention. If it hadn't been for my promise to Julie, I would have already had you naked and fucking me."

"Hmmmm! That sounds nice. Somehow, though, I'm sure that she'll give us plenty of opportunity to play." 

As soon as the movie title came up, we had a hint as to how it would start at least. It was a parody of a "Chippendales" show. Before we knew it, the men on screen were dancing nude in front of a bunch of women. Their cocks were clearly huge, even though they weren't fully aroused. Julie told Sam to bare his cock as well, making it clear this was going to be an active session, not one of watching the video. Sam did as he was instructed. He arose from the arm of the chair, and moved over to where he was standing next to the TV, and in front of the three of us. He then crossed his arms and moved his hands to the opposite shoulders. Then, swaying to the music, he sensuously slid his hands down his arms, until they landed on his hips. Once there, he gripped the bottom of his tee shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his head, revealing an obviously well-toned chest. 

Amy mewed next to me, whispering, "My god, he's a hunk."

He threw his tee shirt aside and then moved his hands to his belt buckle. But before he undid the buckle, he slid his right hand slowly across the obvious bulge in his tight jeans. I noticed his eyes making contact with Amy's and I looked at my step daughter and saw that she was staring right back at him. He then moved a little closer to Amy and slowly unbuckled his belt. His eyes never left Amy's, as he slowly unzipped his jeans.  He pulled the flaps of his jeans back, revealing that he was commando. His large cock sprang free, already semi hard. By now, the men on the video had their cocks out and were stroking them up close and in front of the women's faces. Sam followed suit and started stroking his cock, only a foot or two in front of Amy. Amy's eyes were fixated on the monster cock in front of her, as it hardened in his hands. I glanced over at Julie, and saw that she too was watching the slow tease happening right in front of us. Her nipples had hardened and were poking firmly out against her own tee. 

"Amy, get down on your knees in front of Sam, and stroke his cock for him. Make him real hard."

Amy slid off the couch instantly, and dropped to her knees in front of Sam, positioning herself so that Julie and I had a full view of her stroking his cock. He dropped his hand from his cock, allowing Amy full access to his man meat. She slid her right hand up and down his cock, while her left hand cupped his cleanly shaved balls. By the time his cock was fully engorged it had reached at least eleven inches in length. He was larger than several of the men on the TV. A glance at the TV let me know that scene there had quickly heated up as several of the men had their cocks in the mouths of women from the audience. My own cock was hardening quickly as the debauchery continued to heat up, both live and on video. I was about to adjust my pants to make my cock more comfortable when Julie told me to fetch the box on her bed. She pointed towards what was obviously a bedroom door.

I adjusted my own cock as I stood and then walked over to her bedroom and opened the door. It was softly lit and had several candles burning, putting out a delightful sweet scent. I entered and saw a hat box on the bed, with its lid on. On top of the box were some pictures, with a Post-it note on the first one. I quickly read the note. "I took these pictures for you, Mr. P. I hope you like them. Enjoy looking at them before returning to the living room. Take a few minutes before coming back to the living room. Julie."  I lifted the note off the first picture revealing Julie lying on her bed with the skimpiest of string bikinis on. She was lying back against a pillow at the head of her bed, and her legs were spread. Given the miniscule size of her bikini bottom, I realized her pussy would be shaved. The next picture showed her without her bikini top on, revealing protruding nipples from quarter sized aureoles.  In the third picture, she was pinching her nipples. The fourth picture provided me with the delightful view of a completely nude Julie, as her bikini bottoms were now removed.  The next several pictures were close up of her tits and pussy. In the later pictures her fingers had her pussy lips wide spread, clearly showing her arousal level and the juices oozing from her cunt. In the final few pictures, her fingers were plunged deeply into her pussy.

It didn't take me more than a minute to look through the pictures, so, to pass the time as she had requested, I went ahead and opened the box. As I expected, it was her toy box. It was a fairly typical toy box. She had a small collection of vibrators and dildos, a vibrating egg, a couple of boxes of condoms, some lubes, and one small butt plug. A couple of items piqued my interest even more. The box contained a pair of nipple clamps, and a collar. I wondered to myself whether Julie had actually used them, and whether or not she was dom or sub. I had pegged her as being dom, but this made it interesting. I put the lid back on the box, but before returning to the living room, I snooped. Shame on me, but after opening her toy box, I couldn't resist. I was blown away, when I opened her closet, finding two things that were real surprises. The first was a Sybian, that very expensive fucking machine, and a restraining device for wrists, ankles, and head. It was a very nice high end piece of bondage gear, consisting of a steel tubular frame that had four restraints on extended arms on the floor, one each for each ankle and wrist, forcing the detainee to kneel on the floor with their legs spread wide, and their arms wide as well. Between the arm straps, a frame came off the floor about 2 feet, ending in a fifth restraint that clearly was to restrain the neck. My cock, which had softened a bit, re-hardened as I imagined Julie fully restrained by this device. I contemplated snooping through her drawers, but decided against; I already had considerable insight into this young lady.

I closed the closet door, and picked up the box on the way back to the living room. When I returned to the living room, Amy was no longer just stroking Sam's cock; she had her lips wrapped around it, and was clearly delivering a delightful blowjob, as I heard him moaning in happiness.

Julie egged her on. "Oh, yeah, Amy. That is hot. Suck his cock." Seeing me back in the room, she added, "And you're doing it right here in front your step-dad. My pussy is already soaking wet watching you." Julie was massaging her own breasts through the thin material of her tee shirt, and I found myself wanting to do it for her. Understanding that Julie was to be in control of the scene, I allowed myself to passively enjoy the activity taking place both on the TV and live no more than a few feet in front of me, so I returned to the couch. On the screen several male dancers were enjoying having their cocks sucked by women in their audience. My cock was hard now, as the erotica surrounding me, combined with the wine and smoke, and I what I had learned about Julie increased my arousal level.

"Mr. P., take Amy's dress off." Julie was clearly enjoying the power that we had allowed her to claim. 

I arose from the couch and moved over behind Amy, who was still running her lips up and down the hard shaft in her mouth. I grasped the neck strap of her dress and easily lifted it over her bobbing head. Amy allowed Sam's cock to slip from her lips, just long enough for me to lower the top of her dress to her waist. She returned to her assigned role, as my hands slipped down the sides of her body to her waist, where they caught up with her dress, which was now hanging on her hips. I slipped my fingers into the dress and pushed it over the sexy ridge of her hips. Once, I slipped it over her hips, it fell to the floor. Amy now stood there, dressed only in her shoes, hose and garter.




Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 03



"Now, play with her pussy, Mr. P. Don't stop sucking that cock, Amy."

I slid my right hand between Amy's thighs as my eyes traveled back to the chair where Julie was lounging. My hand found its way to Amy's sopping wet pussy, as my eyes stared at Julie, who now had her hands under her tee shirt, fondling her nipples. Although I was obviously enjoying our activity, I was curious as to where Julie would go with this. Was she going to remain strictly a director and observer, or would she become directly involved in the activity?

Amy continued to suck on Sam's cock, and Julie's eyes were fixated on that action. I explored Amy's pussy with my fingers, using her juices to lubricate my fingers and enable easy access to her cunt. She tensed as my forefinger slid across her g-spot. I took the opportunity to massage it, and could feel her body responding. Julie had slid down in her chair and allowed her thighs to fall open, revealing considerable inner thigh to us. Or, at least to me, as Sam and Amy were more focused on each other. Sam was moaning loudly by now, clearly enjoying Amy's recently discovered love of cock-sucking. 

"Are you hard, Mr. P?" Julie asked.

"Oh, yeah," I responded.

"Take it out and show me," she commanded.

I unzipped and unclasped my trousers, reached into my briefs, and pulled out my now very hard cock. As I did so, Julie slithered out of her clothes. We watched each other strip; clearly enjoying the eroticism of the scene we were acting out. I had already seen the picture of her nude, but the real life Julie was even hotter.

"Mmmmm," I heard Julie moan, as her eyes focused on my cock. I nodded my agreement as my eyes roved over her body. Her eyes came back up to my face and met mine. "Coat your cock with Amy's pussy juices!" 

Julie had clearly taken full control of the porn scene playing out in front of her. None of us were paying any attention to the porn playing on the TV, although the sound track of the orgy on the screen contributed to the live sex show that we were acting in at Julie's direction. As she instructed, I plunged my fingers back into Amy's wet pussy to grab a good load of her juices.

"STOP!" Julie yelled. "Do not use your hands. Just stick your cock into her and get it wet!"

I heard moans of obvious passion and pleasure from both Amy and Sam, as Julie directed our action. "Amy, keep sucking that cock of his, but I don't want him to cum yet. If he cums without my permission, I will punish both of you!"

I was amazed at how quickly Sam fell into the role, as he answered, "Yes, ma'am," in a soft voice of total submission. "And, ma'am, you should know, I am capable of several orgasms, each with considerable amount of cum. I am also capable of holding my orgasm for as long as you desire. I am here as your boy toy, to do as you command."

As Sam was answering, I moved up behind Amy's ass and rubbed the head of my cock against her ass, quickly sliding it between her ass cheeks, and down across her pussy lips. I could feel her juices cover the head of my cock, so I knew she was ready to be totally fucked.

Julie then snapped at me. "You're wasting time, Mr. P. Fuck her! Now! Drive that cock into her! And, don't hold back."

I instantly responded, plunging my cock completely into Amy's cunt, driving so deep that I could feel her cervix tightly against my cockhead. I felt her shudder, as my sudden deep penetration drove her to an instant orgasm. She screamed, the sound muted as the screams attempted to escape her mouth around Sam's hard cock. With my hands on her waist, I pulled her hard against me, keeping her impaled on my rock hard shaft. Amy continued to shudder and writhe on my cock as her quaking orgasm continued.

"That's enough," Julie said firmly. "Pull it out." I obeyed instantly, and as my cock vacated Amy's hungry pussy the smacking sound of its extraction overwhelmed the volume of the TV soundtrack. "Now, come over here and kneel on this pillow between my legs." She threw one of the throw pillows onto the floor between her feet.

Again, I did as she said, eagerly moving between the succulent thighs of my mistress for the evening, and kneeling down on the pillow. She spread her thighs wide, and slid further down onto the couch, so that her wide open pussy was now just an inch or so from my glistening over-hard cock. She was fully shaved except for a small tuft of blonde hair just above her pussy, barely noticeable. With one hand, she spread the lips of her pussy wide open, giving me a wonderful view of her inner lips, and then with the fingers of her other hand, she started rubbing her clit. I badly wanted to stroke my cock, but my experience as an occasional sub made it easy to follow her desires. So far, she had demonstrated clear directorial authority in the room, and we had all acquiesced to her power. And I was pretty sure that we were all enjoying it very much.

"Scootch closer," she told me. "I want to feel your cock pressing against my pussy." 

I leaned forward until the head of my cock was pressing against her hand. 

"Now, rub the head of your dick against my clit." I slid my hand comfortably around my cock and nudged forward. I felt her hand pull away from her crotch, giving me complete access to her cunt. I eased forward and smoothly caressed her pussy lips with the crown of my cock, keeping the contact to an absolute minimum. I knew that, in doing so, I would only increase her arousal level with the tease. I desperately wanted to drive it deep into her cunt, wondering what kind of punishment she would dish out if I did. I filed my curiosity away for future research.

She moaned, but then firmly rebuked me. "I didn't tell you to rub it against my pussy lips. I told you to rub my clit with the head of that big cock of yours. Do you desire to be punished?"

Her eyes focused in on mine like a laser as she finished her question. I smiled at her, and licked my lips, letting her know how much the idea actually appealed to me. My mind quickly conjured up an image of me being tied to the spreader device in her closet, while she and Amy played with each other in front of me. Crazy image. But, much I wanted to explore that angle, I let Julie continue with her own porno the way she imagined it. If and when she wanted to punish me, she could. I slid my cock down across her slippery puffy lips until I felt it slip between them and into the vee at the top of her pussy. Her eyes widened and I knew I had hit home. 

"Fuck! Yes!" she screamed. "Right there! Don't move!"

I steadied myself as she directed, as she told Amy and Sam to come over to the chair, with one of them on each side of the chair. I did my best to not move at all, but it didn't help that she was constantly twitching her inner thighs, and slowly rocking from one ass cheek to the other.

Then as Sam came up on her right side, she told him, "Jerk off over my face. I want your cum all over my face."

He moved into position and casually started stroking his cock. It glistened with what I knew to be Amy's saliva as she had continued to suck his cock the entire time. I watched as Julie used her left hand to position Amy, so that her hand fit comfortably between Amy's wide spread legs. Then, raising her head off the back of the chair and looking up at all of us, she said, "I want all of you to watch where Mr. P is rubbing his cock. He's going to make me squirt real soon now, and I want all of you to watch." With her last words, she let her head fall back on the couch and closed her eyes. But, she managed to continue directing our actions.

"Oh, Mr. P. Yeah. Fuck. Right there. Hmmmmm. Sam, fuck, Sam, oh yeah, stroke that cock for me. Oh, shit! Amy, spread your legs a bit more. Mmmmm. That's right baby.  Oh, yeah. Keep rubbing my clit like that Mr. P. Oh, fuck. My juices are pouring out of my pussy now aren't they Mr. P? MMM."

I quickly dipped my cock down across her pussy, instantly coating it with plenty of juice. As my cock reconnected with her clit, she announced, "I've got three fingers inside of Amy, now. Gawd! She is so wet, now. Fuck. Mr. P. Oh, fucking Yeah."

I was doing my utter best not to move, but her subtle motion against my cock was becoming excruciatingly intense. She must have sensed my needs as she resumed, "Move your cock around now, Mr. P. FUCK!" she screamed as I pushed against her clit. "I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Just then her pussy gushed like a geyser right over the top of my cock onto my stomach, dripping down onto my balls. I kept rubbing, and she kept screaming and squirting. The eyes of both Amy and Sam were riveted on the erupting gusher. I had only known a couple of women who actually squirted, and the power and volume in Julie's ejaculation put both of them to shame. I had seen many squirters on internet porn, of which a lot of them squirted a great deal. But, I had dismissed many of those as having been staged. But witnessing Julie live and experiencing her first hand, I started to wonder about the others. My stomach and abdomen were soaking wet from Julie. On about the fourth squirt, Amy moaned, "May I cum, please, Mistress Julie? Please, I beg of you."

Julie opened her eyes and looked into Amy's lust flushed face, and nodded her head in approval, clearly unable to utter coherent speech. Amazingly her pussy continued to deluge me with her ejaculate.

Permission was all that Amy needed as she screamed, "Fuck! I'm cumming now! Aw, shiiiiit. Shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Aw, Jesus." Amy put one hand on the back of the chair and one on my shoulder to steady herself as she ground her cunt against Julie's fingers that were probing her depths. I could see Julie's wrist just in front of Amy's crotch, and I could only imagine what her fingers were doing inside of Amy. Amy's writhing, combined with her screams of ecstasy provided ample evidence that Julie was certainly doing great things deep inside. 

Amy's screaming on top of watching Julie ejaculate set off Sam. I watched incredulously as he silently exploded. Glob after glob of semen erupted out of his cock and onto Julie's face. When the first drop of jism hit Julie's face, she opened her eyes and stared at Sam's cock, which he was pumping only inches above her face. She opened her mouth, clearly hoping that some of his spunk would land in her mouth. Sam was an experienced cocksman as he made sure that every glob and drop of his semen landed on her face, thus ensuring that plenty landed in her mouth. Sam had not exaggerated his earlier boast. When he was done pumping out his first load all over Julie's face, it looked like at least a half dozen men had given her a bukakke.  As for me, I was barely containing myself. My balls were heavy with my own seed, and I hoped Julie would allow me to have my turn real soon. Just as I was about to lose it and spill my seed on her clit and pussy, she pushed me away from her, eliminating the intense sexual contact we had been prolonging. 

Julie must have sensed my intense need. She ordered Sam and me to change places. As soon as we swapped, she directed me to do the same as Sam. I moved up close so that my cock was within inches of her face and started stroking my cock, which was still wet from Julie's pussy juices and her ejaculate. She then instructed Amy to suck on her nipples, and for Sam to fuck her. I stroked my hard cock over her face lightly, avoiding an overly quick orgasm on my part, as I watched Sam penetrate her hot and hungry cunt. Even though Sam had just erupted with an extreme load, his cock had not softened one bit, and he had no problem plunging his massive rod into her netherworld. I watched as he rammed his entire manhood deep into her. Once it was fully buried, he reversed direction and initiated a powerful pistoning action, using his strong legs to power the coupling. Meanwhile, Amy attempted to suckle on Julie's nipples, despite still being finger fucked by Julie's left hand. She was doing her best to both give and receive pleasure, but it was an obvious struggle.

"Oh my gawd!" Julie moaned. "This is so much more intense than I ever imagined. So fucking hot! Oh, yeah, Mr. P, jack yourself off. Make yourself cum for me!"

I was already struggling as it was to hold back. I wasn't a young man any more, and I doubted that I could have multiple orgasms like Sam. My cock and balls were screaming for relief, even though my dirty mind wanted to continue with the orgy that I found myself in. Julie's command decided it for me, as I felt the load building in my heavy balls. I applied just a bit more pressure and speed in my stroking, which took me over the edge.

"Fuck!" I said. "I'm cumming!" Julie watched my cock as my seed erupted from its head and started landing on her face, adding to the man seed already covering her. I continued to stroke my cock, pumping stream after stream of cum over her face and hair. 

"Oh gawd, yes, Mr. P!  I love it. Fuck! Sam! Fuck me! Hard! Harder!"

I managed to squeeze another couple of globs of cum from my cock as Sam increased the rate at which he was driving his dick deep into Julie. Apparently that was all that Julie needed, as she started screaming again in another orgasm of her own, squirting even more juices onto Sam's crotch and balls. I wasn't sure whether or not Julie would be pleased with her first experience as a porn director, but I considered it to be a full blown success already.

Sam pumped his cock into Julie for what seemed like forever, but it was probably only a couple of minutes before Julie became wild and crazy in yet another wild orgasm and ordered him to pull out. He did so like a good actor. Julie managed to give him some more orders with a command to lie down. He did so, and his cock, still hard and glistening wet from Julie's cunt, stood up like a proud warrior, beckoning for more. 

"Keep that cock hard for us, Sam. I want more of you. And, Amy, that feels so good, but I want you to lick their cum off my face now."

Amy responded instantly, letting Julie's left nipple slip from her mouth, and licking her way up Julie's chest and neck to her chin. Once there, her tongue started licking the rivulets of spunk on Julie's chin. I watched as Amy attacked her assignment with a vengeance. Then she looked up at me and our eyes met. She managed to smile at me without stopping her cleaning action, and I could see that Amy had become a sex addict just like me and her mother. Then as I watched, her tongue finished cleaning Julie's chin and she started moving higher on Julie's face, and their lips met for the first time. Within moments the two girls were locked in a passionate tongue probing French kiss. 

Julie allowed the kiss to continue for only a few seconds before ordering Amy to finish cleaning her face. Amy broke the kiss and continued her duties by licking up more of our cum off Julie's face. When she finished cleaning Julie's face, she slowly ran her tongue along Julie's jawbone to her chin and then back to Julie's mouth. After another minute of lesbian tongue action, Julie pushed Amy away and climbed out of the chair. Julie then directed Amy to straddle Sam, and to lower her herself onto his still rock hard man meat. Amy complied eagerly, quickly straddling Sam's thighs and kneeling over him. I moved slightly to get the full view of her lowering herself, and was pleased as Amy used her fingers to pull the folds of her pussy lips apart, giving Sam and I a delicious view deep into her glistening bright red pussy. She lowered herself slowly until her lips grazed against the mushroom top of his erection. She hesitated for only a second before the downward journey continued. She moaned as I watched her take his cock slowly in, easing herself ever so slowly down over throbbing cock.

As her pussy completed its task and fully digested his cock, she raised her hands to her own breasts and started fondling them as her body rocked slowly back and forth. Her moans told me that she was only a few strokes away from yet another orgasm. Watching Amy ride Sam's cock instantly reminded me of the videos of women riding the Sybian. She was totally consumed by the huge cock buried deep within her. The pleasure was obvious. As Amy rocked back and forth, Julie moved over to Sam's head and then kneeled over his face so that Amy and Julie were facing each other. Julie then copied Amy's moves, only slowly lowering her crotch to just above Sam's face. With one hand Julie started caressing Amy's tits, while her other hand took Amy's by the wrist and pulled it down to her crotch. Amy quickly picked up on Julie's desire even without a spoken command, as her fingers slipped between the lips of Julie's sopping wet pussy.

Julie screamed again as Amy found her clit, rubbing the nubbin firmly. "Gawd, yes! Oh, yeah, Amy! Don't fuckin' stop!" Then Julie reached behind Amy's neck and pulled face in for another kiss. I watched Amy increase her rocking motion on Sam's cock as the girls' tongues started another round of dancing. Even though I had already shot my load, my cock was still semi-hard, giving testament to the eroticism being played out in front of me. All this time Sam had been lying there quietly and without moving, doing an excellent job of being the boy toy that he was expected to be. But that was about to change.

Julie broke the kiss and ordered Sam, "Fuck her, Sam! Drive it deep into her!" Her tongue was back into Amy's mouth before Sam could respond. But respond he did. He bent his knees and pulled his feet back towards himself, planting them firmly on the floor. Then, using his well-muscled thighs and calves, he started pumping his hips up and down off the floor, driving his cock deep into Amy and causing her to move up and down as if riding a horse. His physical conditioning allowed him to truly live up to his role in this cowboy position, giving Amy the ride of her life. If she hadn't been impaled on his huge cock, she would have fallen off of him in seconds.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed. Her eyes locked on mine, and I could see the lust in her eyes. Yep, this girl definitely had her mother's genes. My mind took a moment away from the delightful scene in front of me to contemplate how I was going to tell Amy the real truth about her mom. I had dreaded the time that was approaching, but it was fortunate that this latest set of events had occurred. It would make the conversation so much easier. Julie's screams brought me back to the current moment.

"Oh, fuck!" Julie screamed. "I'm cumming! Again!" And she was. I watched as she once again squirted her ejaculate, this time drenching Sam's face with her copious juices. Amy's fingers were still busily manipulating Julie's clit, even as she was riding the bucking of Sam.

Then Amy joined in. "FUCK! Me too!" Amy screeched. "He's fuckin' driving me crazy. Oh, shit! I can feel him pumping into me. Jeez, this guy is hot!" Her observation only confirmed the obvious; Julie had found a fantastic boy toy, and I surmised that we would be seeing more of this sexual man-god that was clearly driving the two ladies to total satisfaction. And I was right, as they both collapsed on the floor next to Sam, whose hard cock slipped out of Amy's sloppy wet cunt.

It was twenty minutes later before we had recovered, and, while still nude, we had returned to chairs and the couch to recover from our sexual gluttony. I was fully sated and realized why, when I checked the clock and found that we had been engaged in our orgy for nearly two hours. Eventually, Sam and I got dressed and prepared to leave the ladies.

Amy cornered me before I escaped and thanked me profusely for coming over for the evening. I expressed my own gratitude for a highly enjoyable evening. Then she floored me with a seriously deep question, "Are we doing something wrong? Is it really wrong for you and me to have a sexual relationship? What would my mom have said about this? Would she have been pissed at us?"




Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 03



I took a couple of minutes to explain my philosophy, which was what happens between two or more adults is totally up to them, and ok, if all parties are in agreement, and under no coercion. As to the question about her mom's reaction, I knew full well that her mom would have completely approved. But I was not yet prepared to tell her why I was so confident of that fact. That was a discussion and disclosure that was certainly going to be very interesting. Fortunately, the recent turn of events in Amy's life would make the conversation a heck of a lot easier.

Before I could depart, Julie caught me as well, wrapping her arms around my chest tightly, and drawing in for a wanton kiss. After breaking the kiss, she whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "I trust you looked around my bedroom while you were in there. At least I hope so. I have a lot more ideas to explore in my porn directing fantasy. And I want you to enjoy them with me and Amy. So, will I be seeing you again?" She paused, but before I could answer, she continued, "I'm pretty sure you'll be back. You'd like to watch me ride my Sybian. Wouldn't you?"

"Mmmmm, I can hardly wait."



Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 04



This is the fourth chapter in this fictional series. I hope you enjoy the story, and please vote. Constructive Feedback welcomed.

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On Tuesday of the next week, Amy arrived at my place to do her first day of slavery. I had informed her that as my slave, she would be expected to do some cleaning and other chores. She readily agreed, even agreeing to wear whatever clothing I laid out for her. I had arranged to not be present when she first arrived, leaving a set of instructions on my kitchen counter, and a complete maid's outfit on the bed in my spare bedroom. What Amy didn't know was that I had gone through her mom's clandestine wardrobe, and selected a highly revealing maid's outfit that her mom had worn to a swinger's Halloween party several years earlier. I figured that it would take her a couple of hours to do all of the requisite chores, and my note explained that I expected to get back home soon thereafter. She was to wait patiently for my return and inspection of her work. I anticipated though, that she would use the time to follow her curiosity and explore my place, seeing what she could find out about me.

Another thing that Amy was unaware of, but could potentially figure out if she was attentive is that I had placed several internet cameras around my place. I had one in the kitchen, one in the living room, and one in my bedroom. With these cameras, I could monitor anything and everything she did while working in my home. I trusted her completely; I was just curious to see how curious or adventurous she would be when I wasn't around.

I specifically arranged my schedule so that it would be three to four hours before I could get home. I wanted her to have plenty of time to finish the chores, even though I knew that I would find fault with her work, and therefore would need to punish her. I could still fondly remember several bondage and discipline scenes that her mother and I had played out. And, I was curious to find out just how far Amy might be willing to go in that direction. I had plenty of time to watch the video cams before I needed to head for home, and it was quite fruitful. I got to watch Amy gasp at the barely there uniform I laid out for her, but I was pleased when she quickly stripped and changed into the maid outfit. Even though I had already seen her naked a couple of times, it was ever so exciting to voyeuristically watch her strip her clothes off and don the sexy costume. It was quite revealing when she picked up the maid's outfit and move over in front of the mirror to put it on. She watched herself in the mirror as she donned the lusty costume, enjoying the need to slide her hands over her own body adjusting the fit of the tight outfit. The black lacy bra with the outfit was completely sheer, and I enjoyed watching massage her nipples through the sheer material of the bra and white blouse. 

For the first hour or so, Amy worked away at her chores quite diligently. I watched with lewd intent, enjoying every slutty view I got of her, as she stretched to reach the high places, or bent over to work at floor level. I made a mental note of where to place more cameras, as this could be made quite erotic with a little imagination, and her willingness to follow instructions.

Things got more interesting when Amy started working in my bedroom. She vacuumed, dusted and straightened, but then she paused and contemplated something while staring at my nightstand. Just as I expected, her curiosity kicked in and she moved over to the nightstand. She opened the top drawer, discovering my stash of sex toys, lubes, and magazines. Knowing she was in a male's bedroom, she smiled broadly as she pulled out a couple of different vibrators from the drawer, clearly realizing that my stash was there for both sexes. I watched as she casually massaged the larger of the two vibrators. It was a bit larger than me, about 10 inches long. Just about the size of Sam, the boy toy she had fucked the previous week. She then laid it on the bed and continued her investigation of my drawer, eventually pulling out a couple of my magazines and leafing through them. Eventually she put the mags back in, but kept the vibrator out. She then moved over to the chest under the on-wall flat screen TV.

Continuing her explorations, she opened the top drawer in the chest and discovered that particular stash of several dozen DVDs, all XXX. None of those included any scenes with either Cindy or Amy's mom, as I had always kept them in a more secure and safe place. I saw her gasp, clearly surprised, but not shocked, at the sheer quantity of DVDs. She spent several minutes perusing the diverse collection of DVDs, and, interestingly, put several on top of the chest. I was curious as to what subjects had stimulated her interest, but the camera position and angle precluded that. She spent several minutes perusing my collection until she had about five on top of the chest. I watched as she reread the covers of each of her selected DVDs, and then selected one.

I had no clue what video she had selected until the title screen appeared. I was not surprised when I saw that she had selected an all-orgy collection. She had told me after our small orgy with her long time girl friend and new roommate how much she enjoyed watching and being watched in sex. Her selection once again reinforced in my mind how much she was like her mother. Her selected video was a compilation of scenes, and as such, had no plot whatsoever. So, within a couple of minutes the screen was filled with three women and three men engaging in an all out orgy. I cared less about what was happening on the screen, but was much more intrigued to see just how far Amy might go.

As the video started, Amy adjusted the pillows on the bed and leaned back, settling in to watch the video. It wasn't long before Amy's hand had found its way under her short skirt and into her panty-less crotch. As her right hand massaged some unseen part of her nether region, her left hand busied itself fondling her clearly erect nipples through the thin material of the maid's blouse. It wasn't more than a minute before she was pinching her nipples through the white blouse. I could tell that her eyes were fixated on the TV, but her obviously labored breathing hinted to me that she was already quite aroused before the video ever started. As my cock slowly hardened, I continued my voyeuristic observations of my step-daughter/maid/soon-to-be total cum-slut. Soon her legs drifted apart and I could see her fingers working between her engorged pussy lips. While it was pleasurable to watch, the memories it stirred up in me about her mother were painful. Not bad memories; I just missed her. And, even though Amy didn't quite have the same body as her mother, she was one very hot young lady. I observed her lips moving, making me wish I had the room set up for audio.

As the action on the screen heated up, Amy shed her few clothes. It was apparent to me that she was moaning, clearly getting into her own masturbatory session. Then, she reached over and picked up the dildo. She started stroking it with her hands, and my cock twitched, wishing her hands were around it instead. Her entire body was now writhing on the bed, surprising me with the rate at which she had become fully aroused. I wondered whether she had had some other stimulation prior to arriving at my place. 

She then touched the end of the dildo to her left nipple, obviously allowing the vibrations to stimulate her already hard nipples. I watched her move the dildo from nipple to nipple, spending several seconds with each, before moving it again. Then, slowly, she dragged the dildo down the under-slope of her right breast, and across her abdomen, teasing her belly button with the tip of it. She lingered there longer than I expected, and I made a mental note to explore her navel as a possible extra-sensitive erogenous zone. Then she continued the journey of the dildo across her lower abdomen. I watched as it slipped between the folds of her pussy lips, and she flung her head back against the pillow in obvious pleasure.

She then planted her feet on the bed spread wide, and raising her ass from the mattress, she started pounding the dildo into her cunt. She was now writhing on my bed, driving the dildo in and out of her pussy, and shaking her head back and forth on the pillow. Once again, I made a mental note to wire the room for sound, as I was witnessing one of the best solo performances I had ever seen. The next thing I knew, she had collapsed on the bed, clearly spent from a mind-blowing orgasm. If there was any doubt as to the genetic inheritance of the lust gene from my late beloved, her daughter had just proved the case. And I found it amazing that Amy masturbated in a nearly identical way to her mother. Very interesting, I mused. And I wondered what kind of journey we were now launched on. Wherever it took us, I was pretty sure that it would be awesome. That is assuming that when Amy found out the truth about her mother that she could handle it. Or else, she would hate Cindy and me.

I continued to watch, and in about five minutes or so, she finally stirred from the bed. Once she climbed out of bed, she was the industrious little maid, redressing, and then quickly straightening my bedroom, dusting, vacuuming, and all the many chores that were left for her on my list. I was impressed with how quickly and thoroughly she cleaned my place.

So, when I headed for home, even though I had every intent to find fault with her work, I knew it wouldn't work unless I was completely insincere, as I wasn't that much of a neat freak. When I got home, I made sure to be loud enough that she would be aware that I was home. I was pleasantly pleased to find her waiting at the door as I entered my home. My very first impression was one of déjà' vu. Seeing her in the maid outfit emphasized to me just how much she really did look like her mother. The maid outfit that I had selected consisted of an extremely short black skirt that barely covered her crotch, matched with a white button down the front see-thru sleeveless blouse. All of the top buttons above the breast level had been removed, so that it revealed all of her mouth watering cleavage. The black lacy bra did little to cover her breasts, and I could tell that her nipples were enlarged. I couldn't tell initially, but I was confident that she also was wearing the barely there thong that I had laid out. The four inch black heels showed off her well toned calf muscles. 

She curtsied to me as I closed the door, and I took it a good indication of her subservience. But, I took it one step further to test her by commanding her, "Get on your knees, and take out my cock and suck it."

"Yes, sir," she replied, instantly dropping to her knees in front of me. She unzipped my pants, took out my cock and proceeded to wrap her delectable lips around my hardening shaft. I wrapped my hands around her head and pushed her down hard on my cock. I was pleasantly surprised that she successfully took me all in without gagging. She quickly settled into a great rhythm, and I could feel my balls responding almost instantaneously. I forced her to continue for another minute or two, although I knew she wasn't fighting it at all. I'm sure she would have sucked me off till I came and swallowed every bit of my cum. But, I wasn't anywhere close to being ready for my orgasm. We had plenty of play time before that. "Okay, thanks for the welcome home. I think from now on, I should expect that whenever I arrive at home or at your place."

"I'm sure that can be arranged. Do you intend for me to do it if other people are around? I would, you know, do it if you wanted me to."

I contemplated the wildness of her proposal, and met her part way. "If you have had sex with the people that are present at any time, then, yes. Except for your husband of course. That wouldn't be all that cool."

"Oh, yessir. I like this. I am so lucky to have you as my dad. And Cindy is being way cool with me as well. She's promised to let me hide in her closet as she plays MILF to an eighteen year old boy she has her sights on."

I smiled. "That'll be fun. And the poor boy will never be the same again. And little teeny-boppers will never satisfy him again."

Amy laughed at my comment. "Somehow, I think you are probably right."

I changed the subject. "So, how did your first day of being a maid work out? Did you get everything done?"

Amy slipped right into the role. "Oh, yes sir! It is all done. I hope it meets your expectations. Shall I show you what I have done?"

I answered in the affirmative, and she took me through my place and showed me all that she had done, not knowing that I was already fully cognizant of her activities. She was actually quite proud of her accomplishments. And I knew she should be given the amount of time she wasted, or enjoyed, on my bed. Her tour and description of her work was so compelling, I wasn't completely sure whether or not she was just acting, or had naturally fallen into the role of sub. When the tour was complete, I re-asked her if she had done anything other than cleaning while at my place. Once again she claimed that that was all she had done.

I then firmly took her by her arm and moved her over to the bookshelf in my bedroom where I had hidden my camera. My action was firm and very controlling, although I was quite careful to not harm her. She was quite compliant and responded to my pressure. She gasped in surprise when I pointed to the hidden camera. It was apparent that she fully realized that she had been caught in a lie.

"Oh my gawd!" she screamed. "Did you watch me? I am so sorry. I was so horny when I got here. I had to do something."

"That does not justify your use of my videos and bed, or lying to me about it. When you are here as my maid, I consider you to be just be a little cum slut that is at my beck and call, and is to obey my every command. Was that not clear to you? And, weren't you willing to submit to those rules?"

Her gaze was firmly planted on the floor. "Oh, yes sir. I am nothing but a cumslut for you. I am here to do as you wish with me. If you choose to punish me for this, I understand."

My inner sane self reminded me that Amy and I had not established the safety guidelines for a dom-sub relationship. Now was as good a time as any. "Hmm! That would please me a great deal. But, you and I need to have a serious chat before we move into the full blown cumslut role. We need.."

Amy interrupted me, "Oh, I know, Daddy, we need to establish a safe word and I need to understand that I can use it if I ever feel uncomfortable with the situation. So, my safe word is 'apple.' Does that work?"

Once again she had flabbergasted me. My surprise was written all over my face as she laughed and continued. "Just because I haven't had much sex in my life doesn't mean I don't know anything. I've watched my share of videos, and I have read 50 Shades, after all. So, if I am to be your well trained cumslut, isn't it time that you punish me appropriately."

"You're right." I moved over to a chair and sat down. I then told Amy to lay across my thighs. Understanding that she was going to get spanked, Amy obediently lay across my legs presenting her beautiful and delectable ass for my enjoyment. I slid the hem of her short skirt up and over her ass, baring her asscheeks, as her tiny thong covered nothing. They were nice and plump, and smooth, very smooth. I slid my hand across her ass, pausing momentarily as my fingers teased the crack of her ass. I heard a very low moan from her, and I knew that so far, she was enjoying the attention.

I then raised my hand and brought it down lightly on her right cheek, eliciting a slight gasp from her. I figured it was more from surprise than pain, as I had hit her very lightly. I continued to spank her, alternating between cheeks, but keeping the pressure at that level that stung but did not leave marks. After ten strokes for each cheek, I asked her if she was going to break my house rules again. I was more than pleased with her reply.

"If I do, then I know that I will be punished. I assume that my next punishment would be even harsher than this."

"That it would," I answered. "But, it seems that that doesn't faze you, as I expected a full blown 'No way.'"

"Feel my pussy, and you will understand my response," she moaned. I slid my hand between her thighs, which she had opened generously to allow me full access. Even with her thong on, her pussy juices had oozed well past that minimal amount of protection. I slipped my fingers under the thin fabric, and then easily into her hungry pussy. Another moan told me how horny she was.

As I fingered her G-spot, I asked her why she was so horny today. I wasn't all that surprised at her answer.

Between continuing moans, she responded, "Well, Cindy and I chatted this morning on the phone. That was when she promised to let me watch her fuck a kid, you know. Anyway, she also pointed me in the direction of several good porn websites. And I mean really good ones. So, I had an hour to kill before coming over here, and so I went surfing. I ended up watching hot videos for the entire hour, and at Cindy's suggestion, I avoided masturbating the whole time. She told me I would be soaking wet when you finally got home, and that you would certainly appreciate that."

"Oh, I do, for sure. So, did she tell you to sneak into my stash and watch my videos?"

"No, of course not. I take full responsibility. I was so horny, and I knew you'd have a stash here someplace. It didn't take long to find it. Then I couldn't resist."

As I continued to finger her G-spot, I started massaging her asshole with my thumb. As I pressed against it, she pushed her ass up off my lap, clearly desirous of the attention she was receiving. As I did this, I wondered whether or not she was an anal virgin. I slipped another finger deep into her pussy and scooped out some of her juices. As I pulled my fingers out of her pussy I slid them up the crack to her asshole. I lingered there, allowing her juices to drip off my fingers and onto her tight little ass. She moaned, and wiggled her ass some more. Once I had her anus nice and slick, I returned my fingers to her g-spot as my thumb probed her now slippery ass.

With a bit of pressure, I forced my thumb past her sphincter. She moaned as my thumb plunged into her ass. I was pleasantly surprised at how much she was enjoying this. But, on the other hand, she wasn't supposed to be enjoying it; this was punishment after all. I reinserted two fingers back into her pussy as my thumb continued to probe her back door. As she writhed on my lap, my cock reached full hardness under her. Her arousal and enjoyment of my dominant behavior created conflict in my mind. She was hot, and my cock said, "Come on, let's fuck her!" while my devious plan demanded that she be punished and left wanting today. My arousal level was getting hotter and hotter as my mind shot the video of me fucking her in the ass.

I continued to contemplate my dilemma as I fingered her pussy and ass. I expertly raised her arousal levels to where she was desperate for some form of sexual release. Her copious juices combined with the continuous moaning told me how successful I was at maintaining her high level of arousal. I considered stopping right there and tying her up, depriving her of her release. Well, at least for some amount of time.

Even though she knew full well that speaking was unacceptable, the sexual tension finally got to her, and she begged, "Oh, gawd, Daddy! I need to cum. Please!"

Her begging triggered my decision. I pulled my fingers from her pussy, and my thumb from her ass, and then gave her a couple more hard swats on her ass. I then ordered her to lie down on my bed on her back. She did as ordered, and I knew that she expected to be fucked. Standing only a couple of feet from her, I removed my clothing, allowing my raging hard on full freedom. I then knelt on the bed, with my knees next to her face. I reached down and grabbed her forcibly by the back of her head, and pulled her face to my crotch. She willingly opened her mouth allowing me to drive my cock deep into her mouth. I showed little sympathy as I used her face as a fuck toy, pumping it up and down on my cock as if it was one of my rubber strokers, displaying no concern for her pleasure or comfort. It only took a few up and down strokes of her mouth before I could feel the jism building in my balls.




Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 04



I continued pumping her face up and down on my cock until I was nearly ready to explode. When I knew that there was no turning back, I pulled my cock from her mouth, and, wrapping my fist around it, I pumped my jism onto her face. The hours of buildup and arousal leading to this moment had caused my balls to work overtime, as stream after stream of cum splattered on her face, covering her nose and eyes. Some landed in her hair, while other globules landed on her lips and in her still open mouth.

"Fuck!" I screamed as my pent up pressure was released in a matter of seconds. My expletive of satisfaction must have come out like a question. She pleaded and begged. "I want your cock in me. Fill me up with that huge dick."

The appropriate punishment for her misdeeds of the day became instantly clear to me. Denial! "No! I'm done for now. Clean yourself up and go home!" I used my most authoritative voice, ensuring she understood that I was intentionally depriving her of my cock. It worked.

"Yes, sir," she responded, raising herself off the bed and traipsing into my bathroom. I watched her cute tight ass disappear into my bathroom, feeling a mixture of pleasure and guilt with the turn of events. On the one hand, the pleasure of controlling her, dominating her, was a thrill I enjoyed regularly in sex. On the other hand, I loved my step-daughter dearly, and always wanted to make her happy. But, deep down, I knew she would be okay with it, and it wasn't like she hadn't already had a couple of orgasms for the day. So, I laid contentedly naked on the bed, while she made herself presentable for the world.

Ten minutes later, she was out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and other than a natural blush on her cheeks, no evidence of our recent frolic. Clearly having forgiven me already, she came over to the bed, and leaned down, giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek. As she headed for the door, she asked, "So, today is Tuesday. Do you want me to clean again on Thursday?"

"Yes, that would be good." I could tell by her responsive smile that we were both looking forward to her being my slut maid on a regular basis.



Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 05



This is the fifth chapter of Amy's recovery from an ugly marriage, with more to cum. It is strongly suggested that the reader start with Chapter 1. All characters are fictional. All rights reserved. Please vote, and I welcome all constructive comments.

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Later that evening, Cindy called to ask how my house cleaning went. I gave her the Cliff's Notes version with enough detail to ensure that her pussy moistened a bit. Then she shared with me her cleaning appointment. After Amy had cleaned her condo, she made Amy lick her pussy, and suck her until she had had several orgasms, then sending her home without any favors returned. "I felt so mean," she admitted. "But it was so hot, and I know that her pussy was soaking wet when she left. And I did miss the taste of her sweet cunt." After several more minutes of ribald teasing conversation, Cindy suggested that the three of us go out to dinner the following evening. We could then retire back to her place for a full night of female-male-female debauchery. I agreed eagerly.

We met at one of our favorite restaurants nearby Cindy's place. It was a small establishment in the local strip mall, that had expanded several years earlier, resulting in two separate dining areas; one with several tables, and the other with only two. As was our custom when we visited there, the owner seated us in the small room. Over the years, it had become a well known custom with the regular customers that the intimacy of the small room was to be respected; but shared intimacy nonetheless. The couple that owned the restaurant was a randy couple in their own right with whom Cindy and I had played a few times. The room had morphed over time to become an adult's only dining room, with several pictures of nude women, artistically posed, on the walls. They had even found a couple of mid size statues of nude men with anatomically correct features. They weren't exactly the quality of David in Florence, but all of the women customers fondled the body parts whenever they visited. All of the customers who were treated to dinner in the small room understood the rules. Customers' intimacy was to be respected, but it was okay to be a voyeur. More often than not, the women guests wore sexy revealing outfits contributing to the sexy ambiance. 

I arrived first, and Paula, the owner's wife escorted me to the room, whispering to me that the other guests in the room were a young couple who had just returned from their honeymoon, and had asked specifically to dine for their first time in the room when there would be some exciting guests at the other table. She explained that she was totally confident that Cindy, Amy, and I would not disappoint. I nodded my head, assuring her that we would do our best to entertain. Paula smiled, and whispered her final comment before we entered the room, "Good. That means it is highly likely that Joe and I will have some hot sex tonight after we close." Her last comment was in reference to the fact that they were true voyeurs, getting highly aroused by the activities of their guests. They had even developed a special menu for the room, offering many items that supposedly had aphrodisiacal properties, or provided for a sensual eating experience. 

Once in the room, I took the chair that provided the best view of the other table, and would have Amy and Cindy sitting on each side of me. The other couple was already there, and as I waited for Paula to bring me my Scotch, I studied the young couple. He looked to be tall and fit, and had the rugged look of an outdoorsman. He was dressed in loose slacks and a sport shirt with the top several buttons undone revealing a well tanned and toned chest. He certainly qualified as eye candy for the girls. His new wife was girl next door pretty with short blonde hair just long enough that the tousled look appeared to be natural. She was dressed in a short skirt and a pair of high heels hat had long straps intertwined around her ankle and calves, and obviously not wearing hosiery. Her white button down the front blouse was nearly transparent, and I was pretty sure that the black bra underneath was from Victoria's Secret. Her nice sized boobs stood out proudly, and the bra barely covered her nipples, leaving the middle and upslope of her breasts clear for all to see. All of the buttons down to the bra were undone, and I anticipated that Joe would do much of the serving at that table, stealing many looks down the front of her blouse.

Paula returned with my Scotch and asked if I was enjoying the view. I nodded in the affirmative, and she agreed, admitting that she hoped they would become regulars. I detected a bit of desire for him in her voice, and commented that he was a pretty good looking dude as well. She smiled, and quietly added, "I can only hope that his manmeat matches the rest of that gorgeous body. And she appears to be a real hottie as well."

Cindy was the next arrive. She was wearing a simple wrap dress. I was already familiar with it, as it was a staple in her closet. It used a single snap and a faux belt to hold it closed at the waist, resulting in a look that covered the appropriate parts of her body, but provided easy access to her boobs and pussy for her partner of the evening. We had had several delightful experiences out when she wore that dress, so I wasn't surprise to see her in it. If previous experiences were any indication, she was naked under the dress. As she approached our table, both she and I noticed that the outdoorsman was watching her as she strode across the room with Paula. Arriving next to me, she bent over to kiss me fully on the lips, ensuring that the man could get a clear view down the front of her dress. Our tongues danced together for many seconds, giving the young couple their first voyeuristic thrill of the night. The kiss combined with the light fragrance of her perfume sent strong messages to my cock about the evening to come, and it responded by hardening in my slacks. Paula waited until we broke our kiss, smiled and asked Cindy if she wanted her usual glass of wine. Getting an affirmative reply, she left to fetch the wine.

I took another sip of my Scotch as Cindy settled in and studied the other couple. I looked over as well, and met the eyes of the young lady looking into mine. As our eyes met, she smiled sweetly, and seductively licked her lips. I smiled and winked, wondering how far we could take the cross table flirtation. She winked back, and as she did so, I noted that she spread her knees apart a bit, giving me a teasing glimpse of her inner thighs. At the same time, Cindy and the man were having a similar dance of the eyes, both showing smiles of appreciation.

Paula returned with Cindy's wine, and had Amy in tow as well. Amy had clearly been coached by Cindy on what to wear. I found out later that Cindy had helped her pick out the outfit on one of their now regular shopping trips. It was essentially a harem outfit with diaphanous loose pants that were tightly tied at the waist and flowed loosely to her ankles, where the ends were tightly tied just above her minimalist sandals. A tiny black thong was clearly evident under the nearly transparent material of the harem pants. The sleeveless top was similarly done, tightly tied at the waist, and the neck. The overly large opening for her arms allowed easy views of her unfettered swaying breasts for anyone standing or sitting beside her. The material did nothing to hide her dark aureoles and already hardening nipples. The young man couldn't help but stare at Amy, and I suspected that he was jealous as hell that I had two beautiful women. Not that he could complain, what with the beauty next to him.

Amy ordered wine as well, and this time it was Joe who delivered it, bringing us the bottle. We introduced Amy to Joe, and I caught him leering at her boobs. Cindy did as well and scolded him, asking him if that was the right way to treat a lady. "When she is as beautiful as this young lady, and displays her gorgeous breasts so blatantly, I presume that she wants me to look. And, so I will."

Amy blushed a bit but responded with a "Thank you." She admitted that it was really hot to be viewed in such an obviously sexual way. Joe returned to the kitchen with an order from us for a sampler tray of raw oysters. We made small talk as we studied the menu. As we chatted, I observed the other couple enjoying their salad. Interestingly, his left hand had found its way under the table and was lightly caressing his new wife's inner thighs as they forked lettuce into their mouths. She had spread her legs just a bit more, allowing him easy access, even knowing that I had a clear view of the action.

Paula reentered the room; bring the other couple's main dishes to their table. Amy glanced over at their table to observe, but quickly returned her gaze to our table when she saw the man's hands moving under the lady's skirt. Her blush had spread, only adding to the sexiness of my step-daughter. Both Cindy and I could tell that she was struggling to fully comprehend the blatant sexuality pervading the room. Finally, her curiosity demanded an answer. "Okay, guys, will one of you please explain what is going on here. I must say, this is not a normal restaurant." Here last statement was emphasized with her sweeping her arm across the table, gesturing at all of the artwork in the room. "I mean, this is the first restaurant I've ever been to that had pictures of nude women on the wall, and statues of naked men with over-sized dicks. And erect, I might add. What's the plural of penis, anyway? Penii or penises?"

Cindy and I both laughed. She responded first. "Penises. But, key point is if you have more than one around, the most important thing is to take advantage. And as to our choice of room and restaurant, that's a long story. But, the short version is that Joe and Paula, the owners, have explicitly designed this room for customers desiring a meal in an erotic setting. Customers are vetted before being allowed in here, and must be willing to share the room with other amorous, very amorous to be clear, guests. It is well understood that watching the other guests is part of the experience. Your dad and I vouched for you with the owners, so I hope you're willing to accept the expectations?"

Amy nodded her head at the other table. "So, they expect us to watch them?"

I joined in. "Oh, yes. Most definitely. And they expect to see us doing some exciting stuff."

"Like what? As if I can't guess."

I leaned towards her, and putting my hand behind her neck, pulled her in for a deep kiss. As her tongue responded eagerly, I slid my free hand through the arm opening of her blouse and fondled her protruding nipple. The moan into my mouth proved to me that the room's eroticism was having its desired effect. When we broke our kiss, we both looked over at the other table to find both of them staring at us, but with delightful smiles on their faces. His hand had found its way all the way up to her crotch, and we were close enough that I could see the muscles in his arm flex, as he teased her pussy.

"What about me?" Cindy asked, sliding her hand across the lump in my trousers.

I turned to her, and gave her a similarly hot kiss, and slid my hand inside the dress to giving her boobs some much needed attention. As I did so, she adjusted the front of her dress to ensure that more cleavage would be showing, when I pulled away. We broke our kiss, and resettled in my chair, noting that our neighbors were shamelessly watching our every move. I smiled at them, and they both turned the edges of their mouths up even more indicating they saw my smile. And, she licked her lips very sensuously, and slouched down in her chair a bit, allowing an even better view of his hand between her thighs. 

Paula then came in, bringing our oysters. "Here ya' go," she said as the set the platter on or table. "I think it's getting a little warm in here," she added with a big grin on her face. As she left, we each took an oyster and slithered it down our throat. Amy giggled, and admitted it was her first time to oysters. But she was quickly grabbing a second one; downing it in quick time. Cindy slowed her down, suggesting that she savor the aftertaste.

That relaxed the building sexual tension a bit, and we enjoyed the rest of the oysters in a leisurely way, while sipping our drinks. The other couple was busy enjoying their steaks. We chitchatted over the oysters, discussing current politics, and our normal activities. Then, after the other couple finished their steaks, the lady stood and headed for the restroom. Cindy made the normal powder her nose excuse, and went to join her. Amy was only seconds behind her. I smiled inwardly, imagining how Cindy might address the other lady in the restroom, as I knew she would. My eyes met those of the other gentleman, and we nodded to each other, leaving it to the women to break the silence.

Several minutes later the other lady returned to her table. I watched her unabashedly as she sat back down, catching a delightful glimpse of her inner thighs and nether regions. She took her time settling in ensuring that my voyeuristic opportunity wouldn't be missed. I had enough time to identify that she was wearing a purple thong. As soon as she had settled in, she leaned over and whispered something into her husband's ear. He looked over at our table, smiled, and then entered into a conversation with her. Shortly after that, Amy and Cindy returned.

I, of course, was curious as to what might have transpired in the ladies room, and Cindy was ready to share. As I expected, Cindy had initiated the discussion, asking her how they were enjoying their dinner, letting her know that we ate there regularly. The lady acknowledged that they were a bit taken aback as to how intense the experience was, but they were enjoying themselves. She admitted that she was horny as hell, and intended to fuck her new husband as soon as they got home. Then she asked about our threesome. Amy, apparently not ready to admit to being my stepdaughter, told her that Cindy and I were teaching her how to be a good lover.

When I challenged her about lying, she said, "It's not a lie. You two are teaching me how to be a good lover. That's just not the entire truth."

I threw up my hands in capitulation, admitting that she was correct. "And what did she say to that," I asked.

"She wondered if her husband would want her to take lessons as well. It turns out that they were high school sweethearts, and have not been with anyone else other than each other. Talk about sexual virgins? I mean; Really?"

Cindy piped in, "And I couldn't help but offer lessons, if they were interested."

"Sounds very intriguing! How did she answer?"

"She giggled and blushed. But she was most definitely interested. I think we need to tease them some more, though, no matter what." This observation came from Amy as she slid her hand back onto my crotch. My cock responded, hardening under her caress. 

"Ooh, I think you're right," Cindy added. "How 'bout I tell you two a hot story, while Amy; you tease your Dad. Oh, and spread your legs a bit so that they have a good view while they enjoy their dessert. Meanwhile, he can play with my pussy. I've spread my legs already so that they can watch us."

I slid my hand onto Cindy's thigh, and found her legs widespread, begging for some intimate attention, and I wasn't about to deny her or our audience, who had already noticed our flagrant sexual display. When I checked their table, both of them were openly watching our carnal engagement, knowing they had our permission to watch; even more that we wanted them to watch. As I slid my fingers across Cindy's inner thigh, I felt Amy's hand slide across my crotch, lightly caressing my hard cock through my slacks.

Cindy launched into a story about how she had seduced a college boy who had come by her place selling magazine subscriptions. I had already heard the story, but I knew it was appropriate because it included a lot of exhibitionism teasing a stranger. Just as she shared that she had spread her legs so that the young man could see her pussy under her skirt, our hostess arrived with our salads. Paula quickly observed the obvious sexual teasing going on, and wondered to us questioningly, just how far we intended to take the display. She explained she wasn't worried; she just wanted to know how hot she and her husband were going to be at the end of the evening.

Amy answered for us. "We want the other couple so hot that they're playing with each other before they leave the restaurant. Is that going too far?"

Paula laughed. "Oh, Heavens, no, that's fine. Trust me. We've had people fucking on the table. We don't mind at all as Joe and I will be observing, of course."

"Cool!" Amy answered. "So, get on with the story, Cindy?"

"Mmmmm," Cindy mused. "Okay. But I'm going to take my time, and enjoy our meal as well. Besides, I suspect we're all pretty horny already. I know they are," she said, nodding her heads towards the other couple. 

They were, in fact engaged in an obviously deep soul kiss, and his hand was massaging her breast through her blouse, and her hand was squeezing his cock through his slacks. I fingered Cindy's clit as our eyes gazed over the other couple, and I felt her muscles constrict, and more juices oozed from her pussy. As she told the story, with XXX details, we finished our salads, and the other couple finished their entrees. Among the five of us, hands were very busy, stroking their neighbor's body between forkfuls of food. The sexual temperature in the room was slowly climbing into the danger zone.

Our neighbors chose to forego dessert, but Paula brought them some in a take home bag when she brought their check. As the gentleman extracted his credit card from his wallet, the lady pulled something from her handbag and in a barely perceivable nod of her head towards the restrooms, clearly intended for Cindy and Amy's benefit, slid out of her chair and once again headed to the Ladies Room. Cindy and Amy dutifully followed, leaving me to ponder what might happen in the girl's room. I sipped on my wine as the gentleman signed his credit card slip and headed towards the front door. As he walked by our table, he said, very quietly, "Thanks for the show!"

I smiled and nodded as he exited our private room. My girls returned a few minutes later, and Amy relayed as to how we now possessed her phone number, and she had Cindy's. Amy also shared that each of them had kissed the girl before exiting the bathroom. A deep enough kiss for her to report that the girl was a really good kisser. Cindy grinned as Amy told me about the girl, clearly savoring the newly discovered depravity of my step-daughter. "But, enough of the new girl. I want to hear the end of your story, Cindy.

And, after Paula served us our entrees, Cindy did exactly that. She dragged the story out, ensuring that all three of us were truly consumed by our hormonal desire to fuck. Amy caressed my hard-on through my slacks as Cindy described the boy's skill at licking her pussy. According to Cindy, the boy had fucked her multiple times, and Cindy had successfully brought him to three separate orgasms. Secretly, I acknowledged that unfortunately I had long since passed that time of my life, even with the occasional help of the purple pill.

"Oh my gawd! That was so hot!" Amy said. "My pussy is soaking wet. I certainly hope that one or both of you intend to fuck me tonight."

Cindy and I both laughed, and I responded, "I think you absolutely can count on that. In fact, I'm tempted to take you to the toilet and fuck you right now. She got to me as well. And your continuous fondling of my cock during the story didn't help one bit."

Amy giggled. Then a look came over her face that hinted of guilt, apprehension, doubt, or something similar. She turned to me, saying, "Dad, you know how much I've enjoyed the past few weeks with you and Cindy, and how much I appreciate your helping me get over David." She paused, her lips pursed in a pensive pout. "But, somehow, it doesn't seem right. I mean, what would Mom have said about this? I don't think she would have helped me in quite the same was as you two did. And I'm sure she would have disapproved of how you have helped me, Dad."




Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 05



Cindy and I laughed again as our eyes met. It was time. Cindy had been urging me to fully explain to Amy about her Mom, and had even threatened to do it a couple of times. I could tell that she was about to spill the beans, and I gave her a slight head nod, approving her unspoken question.

Cindy cleared her throat, finally uttering, "No, Amy, I know for a fact that your mom would not have disapproved."

"How's that? You didn't even know her."

I spoke up, "Well, that's not quite true. Cindy was a friend of your mom's before me."

The color drained from Amy's face as her mind apparently drew some uninformed conclusion as to what might have occurred when her mother died.

Cindy took it from there. "Before you jump to any conclusions about our past, Amy, wait, and I'll tell you the whole story. It's about time you knew the whole truth about your mom. Let's order some dessert and cognac, and tell you some things you don't know."

We ordered our dessert, and I splurged on some excellent cognac, knowing that Amy would need it as she dealt with the facts. As soon as Paula left, Cindy started, "Your mom was not a typical mom. Not a chance of that. You see, baby, she worked for the FBI."

"What?" Amy gasped, having never known that. She turned to look at me, and I nodded in validation.

Cindy continued, "She was also a famous porn star."

At that statement, Amy started laughing. Cindy and I both rolled our eyes, as Amy responded, "Now I know you're pulling my leg. That's not nice. I thought you were going to share some secret about my mom. Instead you feed me a bunch of bullshit. Hah. Working for the FBI and a porn star. Jeez! Give me break. I'm not that gullible."

I smiled at her, saying, "Sweetheart, as wild and crazy as it sounds, it's the truth. As strange, weird, and wild as it sounds, it's the truth. Unfortunately for us, she ended up giving up her life for her country. There are some things we can't tell you about her until you get cleared by the FBI, but if you are ready, Cindy and I will tell you as much as we can."

"So, you're telling me that there are DVD's out there showing my mom having wild sex with men?"

"And women," Cindy answered. "In fact, I was in several of them with her."

Amy shook her head trying to grasp what she had just heard. "And here I thought she would have considered me to be wild wanton woman with my recent behavior." She turned to me, and asked, "Did you know about this when you met her?"

"Yep. In fact it is how I met your mother. But, I'll let Cindy start at the beginning, as she can tell you more of the details than I can."

Paula returned with our drinks and dessert, and the conversation paused while she served us. Cindy continued as soon as she left. "Actually, Carol, your mom, and I were partners in the FBI. We met at the Academy and became best of friends, being the only two women in our particular class of ten cadets. You have to understand the FBI is a very competitive and very macho environment. We were two very sexy women working with eight gorgeous specimens of men, and a set of rules that absolutely required no hanky-panky between the cadets. We were there just after a terrible sexual discrimination case where the female cadets were forced to have sex with the trainers to pass the courses. The honest truth was, most of us would have enjoyed it, but a few didn't, and it blew up big time. So, anyway the rules were really strictly enforced. Anyway, we ended up being roommates, and with no hope of fun on the side with the other trainees."

"I quickly realized that I was going to end up being one very horny and sexually deprived young woman by the time our six weeks of training was over. At the time, I had already discovered my high level of sexual interest, and had only just learned how to really enjoy having sex with a man. Despite having been sexually active for several years, I had only had an orgasm with a man a couple of months prior to entering the academy. Previous to that, masturbation had been my sole source of sexual relief. And then, on that first night in our room together, I learned that Carol was a nymphomaniac. As you can imagine, both of us had to be in great physical condition to get into the academy. Anyway as I stripped for a needed shower, I noticed that Carol was surreptitiously eyeing my body. I didn't think much of it until I turned to face her, and saw her eyes go straight to my crotch just like men. I was somewhat taken aback, but not upset. Taking the bull by the horns, and trying to get control of the situation, I asked her if she liked what she saw. She then looked me in the eye, and told me, and I quote as I will never forget those words, 'Sorry, Cindy, but yes I do, and if you'll let me, I'd love to eat your pussy.'"

"No way!" Amy said. I smiled remembering the time when Carol had confirmed the story to me, knowing we would share that story with Amy as well at some point.

"Way!" Cindy continued. "After I recovered from the shock of her statement, I realized that my pussy had moistened instantly, and my nipples were hardening. I had never been with a woman, and hadn't even felt the desire to, but at that moment, it seemed that those few words had turned me into a horny schoolgirl willing to spread her legs for her new roommate. I managed to mumble something in response and disappeared into the bathroom for my shower. I hid in the bathroom as long as I could, and made sure I was completely covered by the towel when I opened the door again. Carol was sitting on the bed with one foot on the floor, and the other on the edge of the bed. She was completely naked, and casually stroking her pussy lips. When I walked in she casually dropped her leg back to the floor, but didn't stop rubbing her clit. 'Sorry 'bout that.' she said. 'But, you'll have to understand that I am highly sexed and will likely masturbate every night when we go to bed. I don't care what you do; you'll just have to get used to it.' And with that, she stood up and went to take her shower. She walked casually into the bathroom, and I watched her cute ass sway back and forth sensually as she entered our bathroom. I expected her to close the door behind herself, but she left the bathroom door wide open."

"My gawd," Amy gasped. But I noted that Cindy now had her total attention.

"Anyway, I climbed into my bed as quickly as I could, and pulled the sheet and blanket up to my chin. I closed my eyes and tried to go to sleep, but I couldn't get the image of Carol's completely shaved pussy out of my mind. I felt my nipples harden, and my pussy was yelling for some attention. I knew that if I was alone I would have been rubbing my pussy like crazy, but there was no way I was going to allow Carol to just take control of my sex life just like that. I was not a lesbian after all. Unfortunately I hadn't gotten to sleep by the time she came back into our room. I stole a quick peek at her again, using the diffused light of the bathroom to get another look at her body. I found myself staring at her breasts and nipples. She had 36D breasts as you know, and they stood on her chest with absolutely no sag whatsoever. But what had gotten my attention were her nipples. They were huge, with large silver dollar sized aureoles surrounding them. The nipples were easily the size of the tip of my little finger, and I found myself wanting to touch them. She then turned out the light and crawled into bed, and I figured we could go to sleep then. Wrong. After not more than a minute or two, I heard some sounds from her bed, eventually realizing she was moving her sheets around. Then, I heard her moan. Then she started talking to me."

"Oh, gawd Cindy," she said. "Seeing you naked has made me so hot. My pussy is so wet thinking about you. I'm stroking my clit, wishing I could do it for you. I bet your pussy feels good. I was pinching my nipples in the shower, wishing it was you nibbling on them. My pussy juices are already oozing from my cunt."

Cindy paused at that point when Paula returned asking us if we wanted some coffee. I hadn't realized when Cindy started the story that she was going to give the detailed xxx-rated version of the story. I wasn't complaining; just surprised. I shouldn't have been all that surprised given our interaction with the other couple, as I knew that once Cindy became fixated on sex, there would be no letup until everybody was fully satiated. Even though I knew it would be okay with Joe and Paula for us to end up fucking right there, I decided to use the interruption to make the story telling more comfortable for all of us.

"Hmmmm, Cindy, why don't we reconvene this story telling at your place? We'll all be a bit more comfortable with that." I declined the coffee and asked Paula for the bill.

After he walked away, Amy piped in, "I think that is a really good idea. My pussy juices aren't just oozing. I can feel the juices slipping between my ass cheeks. But, it sounds like Joe and Paula might be disappointed if we don't give them a good show. What would excite them the most over the next five minutes?"

As I extracted the credit card from my wallet, I felt Amy's hand reinvade my crotch, feeling my woody. Our eyes met, and she smiled at me, commenting, "And I can tell that the story is having quite an effect on Dad as well. This can't be the first time you've heard this Dad? Would you like me to suck on your cock while you pay the check? I'd love to get my lips wrapped around it."

"Uh, no! It's not the first time. And I'd love to feel your lips around my cock," I answered remembering the first time they had told me the story. They had tied me up and tormented me continuously with stories until I had ejaculated without any contact applied to my cock whatsoever. But that was yet another story to eventually share with Amy. Cindy smiled at me, seeing my discomfort.

"Oh, yes, I'll tell you about that some other time, Amy," she said. "Get down on your knees and suck your Dad's cock. And make sure your legs are spread as you do so. I'm sure Joe and Paula will enjoy the view. But, whatever you do, don't let him cum yet."

Amy did as she was instructed, dropping to her knees, between my wide open thighs. Within seconds she had my hard cock out of my pants and into her mouth. I was moaning in delight within seconds. Her cock sucking skills were awesome the first time we were together, but already, I was detecting substantial improvement as she became a connoisseur of blow jobs. She quickly got me up to the brink of an orgasm, but held me there. First she would slide her lips up and down my shaft with a vice-like grip. Then she relaxed her lips, and just swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, teasing the very crown of it. After several seconds of teasing my cockhead, she slithered her tongue down my shaft to my balls, which she would then suck into her mouth and roll around with her tongue and lips. She then repeated the process, building me up to the edge, and then allowing me to ease off without losing my hardness.

This seemed to go on forever, and in the back of my mind, I suspected that Paula was intentionally taking her time to ensure a good show for Joe. After several minutes of Amy's delightful torture, Paula returned with our check. As she placed the check on our table with her left hand, she dropped her right hand to Amy's ass, and blatantly started caressing it through the pantaloons. I didn't hear Amy moan, but I did feel it as her lips vibrated around my shaft.

Paula looked me in the eye with a big grin on her face as she announced, "This young lady has a sopping wet pussy. Promise me you're going to take care of her needs when you leave. Or else, I'll just have to eat her pussy out right here and now."

Cindy laughed and promised Paula that we had every intent on fucking her silly. She also promised that we would bring Amy back for an intimate evening with our restaurant hosts. With that, Paula took back the check and my proffered credit card and disappeared back to her register. She returned shortly, thank goodness from my perspective, with my receipt. She bade us farewell and wished for us good sex as we arose and exited.

We put the story in suspension and chitchatted as we walked to Cindy's condo. As we strolled, Amy queried Cindy. "Look, I want to hear all the details of the story, but how about giving me the short version of the timeline of how it all ended up with Mom and Dad getting married. I can't hold my breath forever."

Again, Cindy and I both laughed. I launched into the short version. "I guess we have you quite confused young lady. Let me give you the high points, but I'm sure it won't answer all your questions. But here goes. Obviously Carol and Cindy became lovers, although the Agency never knew. They did so well together in the Academy, they went into Covert Affairs together, and became partners. They solved a challenging corporate espionage case in a miraculous three months, and after their recovery holiday they got asked to take on a special undercover assignment. If they took it, they would be allowed to retire at the end of the assignment with full pension and benefits for life. No penalty if they declined, which was usually not the case at all. Young agents never got offers like that. They both said they were interested. Turned out the case would require them to go undercover in the porn business. Initially, it was presented to them in such a way that they wouldn't have to become porn stars; just work in the industry. They said okay, finding out that Mexican organized crime rings were using the porn business to cover shipments of stolen American weapons to terrorists in Africa, and the drug cartels of Central America, and they wanted the girls to infiltrate the business."

"Wow!" Amy said. "No shit!"

"No shit!" Cindy answered.

I continued. "Anyway, after they were briefed on the entire case, and were lying in bed that night together after having made love they talked about it, and realized they could be much more successful by being porn stars."

Cindy piped in, "You should have seen our Director's reaction when we proposed that to him the next morning. Of course, he immediately denounced the suggestion." 

I continued. "Believe it or not, the girls finally convinced him that it was the best strategy, and in the end it required an Executive Order from the White House to enable them to put it into effect. So, after they took a vacation in Australia, they both showed up in the Valley, and claiming to be newly befriended girls from small towns in the Midwest, they started looking to get into the business. With their looks, it took them all of three days to land their first jobs. Unfortunately, "

"Or, fortunately, depending on your perspective," Cindy interrupted.

"It took them over two years to land in a studio where they got a line on the subversive activity they were looking for. By that time, each of them had made several dozen movies of all types and genres. I don't know how to say this to you dear, but your mother was a fuckin' machine, and very good at it. She was very famous in her time, as was Cindy."

"Really?" Amy asked.

"Really," Cindy answered.

I continued. "Really! They both won AVN awards. That's Adult Video News, the porn industry rag. After getting the first lead, it took them another three years as porn star undercover agents before they could close the case, successfully nabbing the mob ringleaders in a secret CIA operation in Nicaragua. During that period, your Mom got pregnant with you, refused to have an abortion, and managed to continue the undercover job by making pregnancy pornos. You were two when the case was brought to closure, and all three of you were given a new life in the FBI's Witness Protection Program. A few years after that was when I became involved. One of the mobsters indicted for the crimes managed to get off, and he had started trying to pursue the girls. When WitSec got wind of this, they wanted to cement the cover a little better, deciding that the girls needed a deeper cover. This is where it gets really interesting."

"My first marriage was a disaster, and it had ended up a few years earlier. In my job, I had accidently stumbled onto some illegal activities between my company and a foreign government. I was not happy at the time, still in pain from the divorce, and lost both my mom and dad in the past year. I had no family and was pissed at the world, and I went to the FBI, and my snitching eventually put my employer into bankruptcy. WitSec set me up with my store here as a result."

"They called me two years later, and asked me to come in. Usually they do this only if there is some threat. That was unlikely, as all the characters involved had been jailed or moved on, and my business was doing quite good. Turns out they wanted me to do them a favor. They wanted me to court one of the two women. When I saw the pictures of Carol and Cindy, and having no social life with anyone other than my right hand, I instantly agreed."

"A couple of weeks later, they walked into the store. When I saw them in real life, I thought to myself that this was going to be a really enjoyable assignment, and I felt like a cloud had been lifted from my head almost instantly. We talked inanely about various things in my store; they bought several, and I offered to deliver them that evening. They instantly agreed."

"I closed the store, loaded the bags in the car and headed to the address they gave me. I got to their door and knocked. When your Mom opened the door, I about dropped both bags. She opened the door all the way, giving me a full view of her. She had on only very sheer wrap that only enhanced my view of her breasts, nipples, belly button, shaved pussy, gorgeous legs. All of her. She stood there with her legs widespread, letting me see that her swollen pussy lips were wide open and quite wet."

"Her first words were, 'Oh, good. Finally! You're here. Get those clothes off and get into the bedroom and fuck us.' That was the beginning of what turned out to be the most loving relationship in my entire life. And with you and Cindy here, it still is!"

We were a block from Cindy's when I finished the story, and Amy walked on in silence for most of it. "Jesus, if I read what you just said in a book, I would be completely convinced that it could never happen; it would be total unbelievable fiction. My mind is still struggling with all of the data, but I believe you. It's just going to require some soak time. I think quite a bit of soak time." She paused, and then added, "Cindy, I hope you have some good weed in there. I'm going to need to be really stoned as you tell me more about Mom."

We followed Cindy up to her condo door, with me having my arms around the two best babes on the planet. I realized how much I had now relaxed, finally getting the whole truth about Carol out there for Amy. I had been dreading this day. But, given the way both Cindy and Amy cuddled up to me at the front door, there had been no reason to dread it. Amy was clearly embracing her heritage. 

Cindy let us in, and I headed towards the living room, Amy headed for the guest bath, and Cindy went to her bedroom. I mixed us drinks, and got the smoke out of the cabinet where Cindy kept it, and filled the pipe. Amy returned from the bathroom and walked over to me. She threw her arms around me, and whispered into my ear, "I love you. More than ever. I'm glad you're my Dad."

"I love you, too. Did we give you TMI."

"Yeah, probably. But, thanks. It's a lot to absorb."

Cindy joined us a few minutes later. She was wearing a light lounging robe, and carried several DVDs with her. The robe was heavy enough to conceal her vital parts but light enough that we both knew it was her only garment. We both complained about being overdressed, and Cindy just smiled suggesting that we each strip down to one garment as well. It was a corny line, but we complied, each of us stripping down to our shorts or thong. My semi-hard cock got looks from both Amy and Cindy, and we both admired Amy's turgid nipples standing up firmly just like her mother's used to do.




Comforting My Step-daughter Ch. 05



I filled the pipe and we relaxed a bit sipping our drinks in silence. It was awkward yet comfortable at the same time. Amy was clearly contemplating everything that we had just shared with her, and her eyes stared into space. Neither Cindy nor I knew where the best direction was to go from there with the conversation, so we were both waiting for Amy to give us some more feedback.

We were on the third bowlfull when Amy finally spoke up. "So, what are the DVDs?"

"They're some of the videos where Carol and I make love. I brought them out on the off chance you would ask to watch them."

"Oh, my gawd! Really?"

"Really?"

Amy turned to me. "And, I guess you've probably seen them?"

"Oh, yes. Some several times. They are very hot."

"Ok," Amy said. "I guess this answers my question. As you said, Cindy, it looks like she would not have disapproved of my behavior. And it is so kinky to know that my mom had sex on screen while she was pregnant with me. How many people can claim to be in a porn film when they were in their mother's tummy." She laughed. "Maybe that's why I am always so horny. Now that you guys have shown me how to really enjoy sex, it's like I can't get enough. If it's her fault, I'm not complaining. Not at all! I just wish she was here, so I could thank her."

Cindy responded, "She would be so pleased to hear that. Now, I guess we've thrown a lot at you. Do you want more information now, or can I just dive in and start eating your hot pussy. I've been hungering for it since you stripped to your thong."

Amy licked her lips obscenely. "As good as that sounds, we are going to prolong this some more. I want you to finish the story of you and Mom at the Academy. Or, maybe not finish it, but at least tell some more. Listening to you two tell sex stories is so fuckin' hot. I'm going to cuddle and tease Dad while you tell more of the story. Oh, and Daddy, I've got a big favor to ask."

"Yes, sweetie, what is it?"

"Can I be in total control of your cock tonight? Who and what touches it, where it goes, and when you can cum?"

I raised my eyebrows at her suggestion. I was, of course, quite willing to agree, but I didn't let on so quickly. Soon enough, she would learn that whenever Cindy and her mom got together with me, I was the sub; the boy toy; their plaything. Most of the time, whenever I was alone with only one of them, I would be dom, but with both of them, they had control most every time. I saw Cindy's sardonic smile appear, and I knew her mind had instantly recollected one of the many times they had subjected me to endless deprivation, followed by fantastic orgasms with huge amounts of ejaculate. The girls always loved licking up men's cum; the more the better. After musing longer than necessary, I responded.

"Hmmm, I guess so. But I must confess that with you two beautiful babes, I'm likely to lose control and cum soon."

Amy grinned and licked her lips again. "I guess if that happens, I get to punish you."

"Guess so."

With that, Amy took another toke on the pipe, and then cuddled up close to me. She slid her hand into my shorts and told Cindy to tell her some more about Carol's masturbating that first night, surprising us when she used her Mom's first name.

I called her on it. She answered quickly, "Well, I figured if I was going to get hot and horny and probably lusting after my Mom, it would be a little easier to deal with using her name." That made sense to me.

Cindy took another toke, a sip from her drink and then lay back in her chair and restarted the story. "So, there I was lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, while Carol continued to talk directly to me, obviously not caring whether I was awake or asleep. I won't get the words exactly right, but I can remember her talking to me as if it was yesterday. Every time I remember that night, I get extremely aroused. So, both of you beware. So, she continued to talk to me. 'Cindy, I'm pinching my nipples with one hand, while I am stroking my clit with the other. I am imagining your tongue on it, licking it, just like you like to have your clit licked. I'm sure your pussy juice tastes good. Mine does. Pardon me for a moment. I've scooped some of my juice out of my pussy, and now I'm putting my fingers in my mouth.' I heard slurping noises, and clenched my thighs tight together as if I was trying to shut down the oven blazing between my legs. I found myself desperately wanting to taste her. Yet, I kept telling myself I wasn't a lesbian."

"She kept talking, describing everything to me in detail, how she was touching herself, what it felt like, how much she wanted to do to me, what she wanted me to do to her. I tried covering my ears with my pillow, but I couldn't resist listening. I knew I should have just said something, but I had already succumbed to her power; it was only a matter of time until I became completely hers. That first night though, I was passive, letting her take control of our night. And, boy did she. I fought the feelings for several minutes, but the desire between my legs took control. Before I knew what had happened, my fingers were caressing my lower abdomen, and I had allowed my thighs to slacken and part. It didn't take long after that before I was spreading my pussy lips apart, and sliding fingers up and down my slit. I was so fucking wet. I had never been that wet in my life before. And she kept talking, telling me she was probing her pussy with four fingers."

I was focused on Cindy as she told her story, trying to ignore the caressing of my dick being provided by Amy. Then I felt Amy adjust her position and I looked over. She had spread her legs, and I looked down into Amy's crotch. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing. I did note that she had positioned her legs perfectly to give Cindy a full view of her solo action. It was my guess that she was doing exactly what Cindy said was happening in her history lesson. 

Cindy continued, "Carol had gotten so hot, that she was having trouble describing what she was doing without moaning or groaning between phrases. I was having trouble controlling my breathing, still trying to pretend that I was either sleeping or ignoring her." I could see Cindy's eyes riveted on the action going on between Amy's widespread thighs. I was doing my best to ignore the light caressing of my cock that Amy was providing, but it was useless as my cock had already hardened fully in her hand. It didn't get any easier when Cindy spread her legs and dropped her hands to her own crotch. Her robe had parted completely giving us the view of her hardened nipples and glistening pussy. She adjusted herself a bit, so that I had a full view of her fingers slipping between the folds of her glistening pussy. 

After smiling at me, Cindy continued on. "Then Carol told me that she was getting close to her orgasm, and mumbled that she would prefer to be straddling my face as she came. I can still remember that comment, because I had never given such a position any thought, but it created an instant image in my mind, as I imagined what it would be like to be looking up into someone else's wet pussy, with it only an inch or so away. With the intense feelings the thought sent through my entire body, I knew that I wanted her to do it. I wanted her to orgasm over my face, and have her juices dripping onto my face, and into my mouth. I was soon pounding my own pussy with my hands as I imagined the taste of her juices falling on my lips and tongue. "

Cindy's fingers were pumping vigorously in her pussy, and my cock was rock hard with the over-powering combination of the story, the view, and Amy's hand lightly sliding up and down my cock. Cindy took a break from her history lesson to take another toke off the pipe. Amy took opportunity to react.

"My gawd. That is so hot. Cindy, you have my pussy juices flowing. Daddy, feel how wet I am." She gently squeezed my cock, as if to reinforce the command. I looked down and saw that had slid the thin strap of her thong aside, and was plunging a couple of fingers in and out of her pussy. I slid my hand between her thighs, gliding it sensuously along her arm and wrist until my hand covered hers. I could feel how wet her fingers were as juices oozed out between her fingers. I pressed further with my fingers, and Amy moaned as my fingers slid into her pussy alongside hers. She was soaking wet. Amy continued, "So, I guess it is fair to say that at some point you got to experience that, having my mom cream over your face?"

Having exhaled her toke, Cindy nodded, saying, "Oh, gawd, yes. That and much more over the next few days, weeks, and years. But that night, no. That night I just laid there and listened to her as she brought herself to orgasm. And, gawd, was she loud. I figured that she would probably wake the whole dorm with her screams as she brought herself off. As soon as she let loose, my dam burst as well, and I was right there with her creaming like you wouldn't believe. I was glad she was so noisy; that way I could still pretend to be asleep. Or, so I thought. She kept on cumming, regularly moaning my name, so I was able to calm down and feign sleep before she came off of her orgasmic high. I can still remember her final words to me that night. 'I know you enjoyed that Cindy. I could hear you as you orgasmed. Just wait until I'm licking your pussy. Then your orgasms will be incredible.'"

I was glad the story was over. At least the first chapter of the story, that is. Amy had been continually stoking my cock, and I knew I couldn't last much longer if her ministrations continued. Apparently, Amy could sense my level of arousal as she commented, "And I think Dad is really close to an orgasm right now. I know I am. Dad, I want to watch you eat Cindy's pussy. Make her cum."

I had no problem obeying her command. I got up and moved over till I was in front of Cindy and then dropped to my knees between her legs. She welcomed me by spreading her legs further apart. I took the opportunity to gaze at that beautiful pussy of hers. With her lips engorged and spread, her clitoris was standing up and just begging for attention. I placed my hands on her inner thighs and leaned into her pussy, inhaling the delightful scent of her lust. I had eaten Cindy's pussy so many times, I knew exactly how to tease her and exactly how to make her cum, and everything in between. Amy wanted me to make her cum, and I would.

I slowly leaned closer and closer to her soaking pussy, relishing the scene and the scent. When my lips were within an inch of Cindy's pussy, I blew lightly across her clitoris, knowing full well that it drove her crazy.

"Oh, gawd. Don't. Don't tease." She knew that I often did this when I intended to tease her for a long time, keeping her on edge. She needn't have worried. Amy had spoken her desire. I leaned in further and brushed my tongue across her hard clit before dragging it through her pussy lips to her anus and then back again. Cindy was moaning, and Amy egged me on.

"Oh, yeah, Dad. Lick her pussy. I want to see you make her cum. I can see the lust in her face. Cindy, pinch your nipples."

"Fuck, yes," Cindy responded. "He's pushing his tongue into my pussy, now. Swirling it around in there. Oh, FUCK! He is so good at this. I'm building. Ahhhhhh, shit.

I continued to fuck her pussy with my tongue; finally driving her over the edge to what I expected would be her first of several orgasms for the night. She screamed her orgasm, and I think the entire city heard it. I continued to tongue fuck her pussy, as her juices flowed from her pussy to my tongue and lips. Slowly and oh so sensually, I slowed my rhythm down, allowing Cindy to come down from her orgasmic bliss. When her breathing was back to near normal, I pulled away, knowing my face was covered with her juices. 

I looked over at Amy and found her busily rubbing her own clitoris, her attention clearly focused on us. "Would you like some attention as well?" I asked her.

"Gawd, yes. Please." 

I moved over between her legs and started licking her inner thighs, beginning at the knee. I slowly licked my way closer and closer to her wide open cunt, tantalizing her with light strokes. She continued to play with her clit, and I could see her plunge a finger into her pussy occasionally. Then, just before my lips touched her pussy lips, I moved to her other thigh and repeated the process. I sensed movement beside me, and observed that Cindy had stood up and moved over to us as well. Cindy then bent over and started kissing Amy, who quickly responded. As their tongues danced, Amy slid lower in her chair, desperate for more of my tongue action. I snaked my tongue up her inner thigh as Cindy slid her hands down over Amy's shoulders and onto her boobs. I heard Amy gasp as Cindy twirled the nipples between her fingers.

I toyed with her, slowly licking my way to her hungry cunt. The scent of her sexuality overpowered every part of me. I inched my way closer and closer until my tongue tasted the pussy juices coating the outer labia. I succumbed to the wantonness of her pussy and immediately plunged my tongue deep into her hole. I was rewarded with a scream of pleasure and a gush of her juices. I pushed my lips hard against her labia as I continued to tongue fuck her. I had to grab her ass tightly to keep my mouth planted on her sex, as she was contorting her body every which way in sheer ecstasy. 

"FUCK YES! I'm fucking cummming," Amy screamed. 

And cum she did, drenching my tongue and lips with her juices. She continued to writhe and scream as I sucked juices from her. Cindy continued tweaking her nipples, not letting her descend from her sexual high. We continued to attend to her erogenous zones until she was begging for mercy. We finally let up when she screamed, "Stop, all fucking ready!"

Cindy and I both pulled back as the authority in her voice made it clear she was taking control once again. We were both smiling at Amy and each other as our eyes took in her satiated body. Amy's legs were spread wide, juices flowing down her inner thighs, while a sheen of sweat covered her chest and breasts. Finally my eyes drifted off of Amy's comely body and over to Cindy, who was idly stroking her pussy with her right hand. She smiled at me when she noticed where my eyes were, and then shifted her position slightly so that I could easily observe her self-pleasuring. Her relaxed pace informed me that she was only maintaining an arousal level, apparently awaiting further direction from Amy. Indicating my appreciation of her show, I dropped my right hand to my cock, and slowly stroked it up and down, restoring my cock to full hardness. We continued to tease each other with our playing as Amy recovered from her shattering orgasm. Eventually, her breathing was down to near normal, and she returned to her directorial form.

"Dad, I want you on the floor now lying on your back." I did as I was told, never letting go of my throbbing cock. "Now, Cindy, I want to watch you lower your pussy onto his cock. But, do it slowly."

"Oh, shit," I thought to myself, knowing how good Cindy was at teasing me with her pussy wrapped around just the head of my cock. Cindy straddled my thighs, and dropped to her knees, leaving her dripping cunt only a couple of inches above my throbbing manhood. Then, as she slowly lowered herself to my cock, I felt Amy kneel down over my face, with her knees straddling my head. I looked up to see her beautiful pussy fully splayed open over me. Amy's fingers started playing with her clit again as I felt Cindy's pussy descend down my shaft. It wasn't long before Cindy was pumping herself up and down on my shaft, and I knew I wouldn't last long with her kind of attention. Meanwhile, I was enjoying the delicious and salacious view of Amy's oozing pussy, as she slid two fingers inside of herself.

As soon as Amy pulled her cunt lips open with her fingers, her juices started dripping down her fingers and wrist, and eventually falling onto my face and into my waiting mouth. I swirled my tongue around my lips trying to collect as much of her juice as I possibly could. As I did so, I heard Amy command Cindy to play with her nipples. I heard both girls moan, and since my visibility was limited by Amy's gorgeous ass, I could only imagine what they were doing to each other. It was only moments before Amy had pressed her pussy fully against my face and tongue. I could feel the jism building in my balls, and I only hoped that Amy realized how close I was to my own orgasm as there was no way I could tell her while my tongue was busily fucking her twat.

Cindy took care of the issue for us. She, being quite capable of sensing my level of arousal and how close I was to cumming told Amy, "He's about ready to cum. Where do you want him to cum."

Amy responded between moans, "Do we have time to switch positions? I want him in me."

Cindy didn't reply; she just quickly pulled herself off of me. Amy did the same, and only seconds later they had switched positions. "Don't move!" Amy commanded. "I am going to fuck you." She slid her pussy down my shaft easily as her cunt juices combined with those left behind by Cindy, enabling her tight cunt to swallow my dick. Simultaneously, Cindy had positioned her cunt above my hungry mouth, allowing me to see into her hungry and sopping wet pussy. I extended my tongue and started lapping at her engorged clit. As soon as my tongue started teasing her clit, she was screaming in yet another orgasm, drenching my face with more cunt juice.

Meanwhile, Amy was pistoning up and down on my cock. She had started grunting and groaning as soon as her pussy had enveloped my cock, and after only a few strokes the volume of her moans had increased considerably. I knew I wasn't going to last but a couple more strokes and I desperately wanted to share that information, but Cindy's pussy completely covered my mouth, essentially gagging me from providing any vocal information. As my orgasm approached, there was no way I could keep completely still, per Amy's earlier command. I was uncontrollably bucking my hips off the floor, driving my manhood deep into her.

I exploded into her volcanically, as if all of my pent up semen from the evening's debauchery had to escape my balls and cock at once. Amy's piston action sucked everything out of me, and after a few more strokes I was completely wasted in what had to be one of my most electric orgasms ever. And I had had many before this night. But, I was wiped, and nearly passed out right there below these two delicious babes. Although I retained consciousness, my body went totally limp as it tried to recover from the intensity of our fuck. 

Time suspended as I enjoyed my post-orgasmic bliss. I was brought back to reality when Amy and Cindy rolled off of me onto the floor. I was totally wiped, but apparently they weren't done yet, as Cindy crawled between Amy's thighs and started lapping at her cunt, sucking my juices from her twat. It was only seconds before Amy was screaming in yet another orgasm, causing my spunk to be pushed back out of her pussy and all over Cindy's tongue, lips, and face. Cindy then raised herself from Amy's pussy and crawled up beside her, at which point they engaged in a final Sapphic kiss for the night, sharing all of our juices between them. It was several minutes later before we could drag ourselves to Cindy's king size bed, where we crashed for the night in each other's arms.



Comforting My Step-daughter



"To be honest, we both couldn't stand the thought of being abnormal, and I started dating David the next week, so we never did anything more. But, I must admit, she probably got me hotter that one night at her house than David ever has."

"Now, that's too bad. Not that she got you so hot, but that David is such a lout."

"Let's not talk about him. Hmmm, did Mom ever, uhhh, do it with another woman?"

"Well, yeah a couple of times, but to be honest, her wild tastes went in a bit different direction."

"Let's just say your mom thrived on being the center of attention, and she liked it when more than one man was giving her attention."

I watched Amy's face as recognition set in that her mom liked being used sexually by several men at once. The color drained from her face, as her mind grasped the concept.

"Whoa," she said. "I probably asked for it, but that may be TMI."

I smiled inwardly, having finally gotten the upper hand in our dialogue. I had no clue how much of her behavior was driven by her low sexual self esteem, thanks to David, and how much was driven by her desire to impress or shock her step-dad. Not that it mattered; I was pleased to finally slowing down her journey towards a sexual cataclysm. My self satisfaction was short lived, because even before she restarted the TV as I expected her to do, she was back at me with yet another intimate question.

"So you mean that the two of you included other men in your sex life?"

"Yep. That is what I'm saying."

"And this didn't bother you? At all?"

"No, not really." By that time, I figured it was time to let Amy know the reality of the life that her mom and I had shared. Her mom had been abused by her first husband, Amy's dad. Unfortunately, like mother, like daughter, as her mom had a very low sexual image of herself when we first met. By the time I had met her mom, I had been through a marriage, and had explored a wide variety of sexual opportunities and diversions. I was a world traveler, and had made a bit of a hobby in exploring sexual mores around the world. It was a surprise that her mom, who had only fucked one man before me, and I, who had fucked more women than I could count, actually hit it off. As I discovered, soon after we had started dating, her mom was a sexual dynamo, only waiting to be unleashed. Where I had expected my history to shock her and scare her off, it only turned her on. I could still remember the first time I had shared one of my previous sexual experiences with her mom. Before I had finished telling my story, her mom had undressed in front of me and started playing with herself, demanding more and more detail. That was the first time her mom had ever had a man ejaculate in her mouth, and she had become an extremely skilled cocksucker after that. During the nearly twelve years that we were together, I had taken Amy's mom on an international journey of sexual exploration that would make even the most lecherous of men blush. If there ever was a nymphomaniac, her mom fit the bill.

Before I started sharing anything, I figured I'd better check on Amy's perception of her mom. "So, how does it make you feel to find out your mom was not a monogamous woman?"

"I'm not sure. I guess I just assumed that the two of you were monogamous. Actually, I had only barely contemplated the two of you having sex at all. From the sound of it, that's not very fair. I guess that like most young people I pretty much assumed that old people didn't have sex."

"Well, it is time for you to learn otherwise; old people have sex, assuming I'm old. I'm not done having sex, and I don't intend to stop anytime soon."

Glancing at the bulge in my pants, she said, "Yow, I can see that. So the two of you had a pretty active sex life?"

"Yep, you could say that. I'm not an expert on other people's sex lives, but I'd say we were quite active."

"So, how often did the two of you fuck?"

"Do you literally mean fucking, or how often did we partake in sexual activity?"

"You mean, they're not the same?"

"Nope. Not by a long shot."

It was clear that I had her full attention now; the TV show having long since been forgotten. I was thankful for that, as my hard-on had died down a bit. Even though we were talking about sex, it wasn't as intense as dealing with my hormones when confronted with sexy visuals or a wanton woman.

"Ok. I heard what you said, but I don't understand. Isn't sex about fucking?"

"Absolutely not. Sex is about enjoying the pleasures of the body with someone you enjoy being with and trust. It doesn't have to include the literal act of fucking. Fucking is great; don't misunderstand me, but there are so many ways to pleasure another person. One doesn't need to limit it to just fucking."

She was clearly trying to digest all that I had said as she wrinkled her now and pursed her lips. "So, I'll rephrase my question. How often did the two of you engage in sexual activity? Is that a better question?"

"Much better. We probably averaged some form of sexual activity five to six times a week."

"Fuck! You're playing with me now. No way! Five to six times a week? David's been fucking me about three times a month. And I haven't gotten anything out of it at all. My fingers have been my only source of pleasure for way too long."

"Oh, yeah! And I can tell you that if you were my wife, you'd get fucked a whole lot more often than that. That is, assuming you wanted it more often. And you would be sexually pleasured more often than that."

She paused before responding. I let her contemplate all that she had heard, wondering how her mind was integrating everything. It was apparent to me, that even though she was an adult, she suffered with a quite naïve understanding of adult sexuality. I had probably driven her mind into total overload.

Finally, she said something. "It seems like my intent to shock you tonight is an absolute failure, since I had no idea that you and mom were so, ummmmm, wild. I guess I'm the one that is shocked. I know how much you two loved each other. I just hadn't realized that a wild non-monogamous sex life could coexist with the love the two of you had for each other."

"Well, it's true. We most definitely loved each other, and, yes, our sex life was most definitely not monogamous."

"Was she like that when you met?"

"No way. Until she met me, she had only fucked with your biological father. She was an absolute believer in monogamy."

"So, what happened?"

"That could be a long story, but I'll give you the short version. Your mom and I fucked on our second date. I don't mean to be egotistical, but it was the best sex she had ever had up to that point. We kissed, caressed, teased, and played with each other for over an hour before I undressed her. Then I ate her pussy until she was creaming and begging to be penetrated. I fucked her for over an hour, and to her surprise, I didn't ejaculate in her. After all, I didn't want her to get pregnant. So, I pulled out and stroked my cock a few times and came all over her tummy and boobs. We didn't stop there, but continued to play with each other for at least another hour. We fell asleep in each other's arms, and the next day, she begged me give her more. We never looked back. Honestly, your mom was a sexual animal, and I loved her and I loved every minute of our time together. Sexually, there was very little we didn't do together. I had been quite active sexually before I met your mom, and she begged me to tell her stories from my past. When I did so, she got so wet and horny, so we both benefited. Then, at her request we started exploring our sexuality together, and, as it was only fair, I allowed her to explore anything she wanted to do. And explore we did. Your mom became as wild as I was. A real sexual dynamo."

She fell back into contemplation mode, trying to absorb everything I had shared. I sat back, letting her mind deal with the onslaught of information that she had just received. There was no doubt in my mind that we had progressed way beyond my just comforting her to help deal with David's stupidity. I was now dealing with an adult young lady trying to wrap her mind around the reality of the wild world of adult sexuality. As a sexual adventurer I contemplated the possibilities of the shared world that she had just opened for us. The brain in my cock was screaming to me that this young lady was ready to be fucked by a sensitive caring male who focused on pleasuring a woman, while the brain in my head said that this poor young woman was in complete sexual overload, and likely to go into shock. My cock screamed in happiness when she next spoke.

"So, Dad, I have a big favor to ask. Will you teach me how to enjoy sex? I'm afraid I might be more like my mom than I am willing to admit."

"That's quite a request. I'm not going to say no, but before I say yes, let's wait a day or two at least. You're dealing with a lot of stuff right now."

"Okay," she answered, clearly not happy with my response. "But, that doesn't address my immediate desires. I am so horny right now. I don't want to wait."

I had a pretty clear idea of what she was feeling, and decided to at least turn the heat up a notch or two. So, I responded, "Well, you can turn the show back on, or if you would like to watch something more explicit, we can put on an x-rated DVD."

She responded immediately. "Yes, please. If you're going to see pussy, I want to see hard cocks."

With that response, I sent her up to my bedroom, telling her in which cabinet to find my collection of porno DVDs. I told her to go pick one out, and we could watch it together. She was up in an instant and headed off for my bedroom. I took the opportunity to hit the restroom, and noticing that the wine bottle was empty (I don't know how that happened), and opened another bottle, refilling each of our glasses. I had finished all of that and was once again on the couch sipping my refilled glass, and starting to wonder what was taking her so long. After what seemed like forever, she finally returned, holding several DVDs.

She handed them to me and explained, "I couldn't decide which I wanted to watch, so I want you to choose. All of these appealed to me, but I don't know which one we should watch. You pick."

She handed me five DVDs. The first was an all-girl one. I figured she picked that based on my earlier comments. The second one was an all-orgy video. I knew she picked that one based on what I had said about her mom. The third one was a compilation of sex scenes with one of my favorite porn stars, Asia Carerra. The fourth one actually had a plot line. The last one was all about BDSM with lots of bondage. Her choices made it quite easy for me, given our current circumstance. The BDSM one was out, as was the one with a plot, since it took forever to get going. The lesbian video would deny her the opportunity to see hard cocks, and the all orgy one, wasn't nearly as good as the cover pictures implied. On top of that I never resisted watching an Asia video, as I considered her one of the hottest porn stars ever. I handed her the Asia video and enjoyed the view of her ass as she bent over to insert the DVD into my player. She returned to the sofa, picked up her wine glass and seated herself back on the sofa; this time much closer to me. She leaned against me, putting her head on my shoulder, and then hit the play button on the remote. Making ourselves comfortable, I put my arm around her shoulder, and as I did so, she snuggled in even closer.

As the usual phone sex adverts played, Amy asked me if I ever did phone sex. I replied in the affirmative, telling her I enjoyed masturbating with an anonymous woman over the phone, or even with someone I knew when we were separated by travel requirements. It wasn't long before the video started. I had watched this one many times, and knew that it didn't take long before hard core sex would be playing. My cock reawakened in anticipation and I wondered just exactly how the rest of the evening would play out. Given the conversation we had had, I figured that I would just go with the flow, and let whatever happened happen.

The first scene was one in which Asia and Tom Byron played out a duo scene, and it wasn't long before his cock was in her mouth. Amy gasped at the first sight of his long cock, but she quickly followed that with a comment whispered into my ear, "That's better. I get to see a hard cock." My cock responded, twitching at the thought of this young thing next to me getting off on watching Asia in her delightful sexual escapades. We watched in silence for several minutes as Asia did her magic on Tom. Soon, I could feel Amy's breathing quicken as she took in the hard core sex occurring in front of her. It was a surprise to me that she hadn't watched hard core porn before, as I had assumed it was common practice in the current age, but her responses told me that it was all new to her. Before I knew it she was gasping next to me, whenever they changed position. I took the opportunity to squeeze her shoulder with my arm, letting her know that I was right next to her.

As soon as I did so, she turned to me and whispered into my ear, "This is fucking awesome. My pussy is already wet."

I responded, "I take it you've never watched hard core porn before?"

"No, never. Does it excite you, too?"

At that point, I decided to be bold and took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants, asking her, "What do you think?"

"Oh, gawd. You are so hard. And so big."

When I let go of her hand, she didn't move it from the bulge in my pants, letting it rest there as we continued to watch Asia suck on Tom's cock."

Naively, she turned into a hell of a tease, as she just left her hand there. She didn't slide it up or down, squeeze my cock, or do anything. She just left it resting on my bulge. She did snuggle in closer, and as a result my arm draped around her neck was enabled to fall lower. As it did so, she used her other hand to move my hand over her breast. She whispered into my ear again, "Touch me, please. I am so fucking horny! Please show me what it is like to be pleasured by a man."

By this time, any intent on my part to treat her like my daughter was long since dispelled. She had become sexual putty in my hands. Little did she know how much I loved opening up the world of sex to a naïve woman? But, if that was what she desired, I knew that her mom would want me to be the one to do it. I allowed my hand to rest lightly on her large breast, enjoying the feel of her young body. I could feel her hard nipple under the material of the tee, but I refrained from giving it any special attention, knowing that the longer I waited, the hotter this young nympho-to-be would become. And, besides, I knew the movie had only begun. We sat like that for quite awhile, my hand resting on her breast and her hand on the bulge of my pants as the scene between Asia and Tom played on.

Before long, Tom was between Asia's thighs, and he had one finger in her pussy, as he licked up and down her shaved pussy. As he did so, I could hear Amy moaning next to me. The combination of alcohol, my cock under her hand, my hand on her breast, and the hard core playing in front of her in bigger than life fashion was clearly driving her arousal level to new heights. I could feel her heavy breathing as her chest rose and fall in excitement.

I pushed her a little further, now whispering in her ear, "Is this getting you really excited?"

"Oh my god, yes," she answered. "I'm not sure I've ever been this wet before."

"Go ahead. Play with your pussy," I whispered. "I know you want to."

"Really? That's okay with you?"

"Oh, yes. I want you to. I love it when a woman plays with herself. Your mom used to really get off masturbating in my presence. And I know you want to."

It was if she needed my permission, because she instantly slid her free hand inside of her shorts and between her thighs. Her gasp told me that her fingers had arrived at the nirvana between her legs. At that point I realized that, in fact, the daughter was as easily as hot as her mom. Having been given permission to touch herself, it was obvious that she was already building to an orgasm. We continued to watch as Tom ate Asia's pussy, his fingers pushing in and out of her twat. I finally succumbed to the heat of the moment, and started massaging Amy's breast. As near as I could tell by feel, it was bigger than her mom's, and her nipple was most definitely protruding.

She continued to moan as the onslaught of visual and manual stimulation continued to invade her senses. I caressed her breast, slowly but surely zeroing in on her nipple. I let my finger brush across it eliciting a gasp from her. I didn't want to rush her, but I could tell that she was building quickly. And, I knew that if she was a typical female, and had any of her mother's sexual tendencies, she was likely to enjoy a multitude of orgasms before the night was over. On the TV, Asia had repositioned herself and was once again lavishing oral attention on Tom's engorged rod. I looked at Amy and saw that her eyes were riveted to the action on the screen. 

Once again, I whispered into her ear, "Asia really knows how to suck cock. She is the one porn star that I wished I could have suck my cock. She is so fucking hot."

Between moans, Amy found a way to answer. "He certainly seems to be enjoying it. Did mom like to suck your cock?"

"Oh, god, yes. She loved to suck cock. Once she got a taste of male cum, I think she was addicted."

"Oh, fuck!" was the only response I got. Moments later, Asia and Tom changed positions with Tom lying on his back. Then Asia mounted him, sliding his cock into her very wet pussy. The close up vies of his cock sliding in and out of her twat was getting to both of us. As much as I wanted to prolong the foreplay, I knew we wouldn't last much longer. And I knew that Amy had yielded control to me, although I wasn't sure how long she could passively sit there, before erupting. As I continued to massage her breast, I used my motions to slowly pull her tee up over her tit, until my hand was in direct contact with it. I started squeezing it between my finger and thumb, and she responded with guttural moans of delight. And finally, her hand on my bulge started to move. I groaned as she started sliding her hand lightly up and down my shaft.

Her other hand was busier as well. By now, Amy had spread her legs open, allowing her other hand full freedom as she played with herself. The aroma of sex was evident; she no longer had to tell me that she was wet. We continued like that as the couple on TV continued fucking. After awhile Asia dismounted and returned to sucking Byron's cock. While she sucked she played with her own pussy, fucking herself with three fingers. Amy was moaning next to me, and I knew that she was getting close to a self induced orgasm, so I egged her on."

"This scene is so hot, isn't it? Look at Asia as she slides her lips up and down his shaft. She really knows how to suck cock. See how she strokes his lower shaft with her hand while her lips surround the head. And look at the gorgeous shaved cunt of hers. Look how engorged her pussy lips are, and how wet she is. I'm sure she would taste so good right now."

As I talked, Amy increased her tempo. Her hand was now fully stroking my shaft, and I could sense that she was pounding her pussy with her finger. I wanted to see her naked and I told her so. She responded immediately by getting off the couch and then pulling the tee up and over her head. Then she lowered her shorts, and spread her legs giving me a full view of her wide open glistening pussy. She had a well trimmed landing strip of pubic hair above her pussy lips. It was very nice, but I figured it had more to do with her tiny bikinis than it did with her wanting to have a sexy pussy. After she was undressed, she moved back onto the sofa, and I started running my hands over her body. 




Comforting My Step-daughter



Her nipples were smallish, but stood atop dollar sized brown aureole. She moaned as I caressed them with my fingers. I squeezed them more firmly, and she responded with more moans and groans, and begged me not to stop. As I manipulated her nipples with one hand, I dropped my other hand to her pussy. Her lubrication enabled my fingers to slide easily between the folds of her pussy lips, and I felt her tremble in excitement. My finger quickly found her clit, which seemed quite large. As soon as I pressed on it, I felt her body shake in what was obviously a small orgasm.

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to stand up much longer, I eased her back down onto the couch and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were engorged and glistening with moisture. Her clit was visibly erect. My eyes met hers, and she stared at me with that dreamy look of post orgasmic bliss. I stood between her legs and undressed. Her eyes watched as I slid my pants down over my raging erection. When it popped free, she made a move to reach for it, but I pushed her back onto the sofa, telling her to relax and enjoy. I had completely cleared my mind of any guilt by now, and was completely focused on giving this young woman the real sexual pleasure that she had never had.

I stroked my cock lightly, and as much as I wanted to ram it onto her right then and there, we had plenty of time. I wanted her screaming in ecstasy when I did finally penetrate her pussy. I told her to relax and enjoy; to yield herself to me. She nodded in agreement, visibly relaxing. I then knelt between her thighs and started licking them. I instructed her to play with her nipples and her pussy as I tongued her.

The movie had been playing all along, and I could tell by the audio that it was now showing a scene where Asia was with another woman. It wasn't long before Amy's eyes were once again glued to the screen. I watched up close as her fingers spread her pussy lips apart, and she massaged her nubbin. She was again close to another orgasm, and I desperately wanted to taste her, but I knew I had plenty of time for that. I intended to savor the experience of teaching this young lady how enjoyable sex can really be, and I wasn't about to rush it.

Then it hit her. She raised herself up off the sofa, as she plunged her fingers deep into her own pussy. "Oh, god, I'm cumming," she screamed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Her entire body was jerking and twisting as the orgasm rippled through her. My face was inches from her twat, and I watched her juices ooze from her cunt. She continued to jerk and moan for nearly a minute, before she pulled her fingers from her twat. I could see that they were coated with cum, and I took her hand and sucked her fingers into my mouth, tasting the essence of her sexuality. I slowly licked them clean, letting her catch her breath a bit.

But, it wasn't enough for me. I leaned forward and licked her clit lightly, sending her into another spasm. I reached under her and grasped her ass in my hands, pulling her pussy tight to my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down her slit, pulling in as much of her juice as I could, and every time my tongue found her clit, she jerked again. I then probed between her inner pussy lips with my tongue, and with just a stroke or two, she was screaming in yet another mind-blowing orgasm. She grabbed my head with her hands, and pulled me tight against her crotch, letting me know how much she was enjoying my oral worship.

Eventually, I slowed the pace down after drinking in copious amounts of her female juices. She relaxed and finally let go of my head, and I pulled away from her. When I looked up at her face, she had a big smile on, and was still playing with her own nipples.

Seeing me looking at her, she said, "That was fantastic. I've never cum like that before. Wow. Oral sex is even better than my girlfriends said it was." She paused a bit, and then added, "But, what about you? You haven't cum yet? Can I suck your cock some more? I want you to cum in my mouth."

I wasn't about to deny her desires, so we swapped places, and I leaned back on the sofa, while she positioned herself between my legs. Within seconds her tongue was sliding up and down my cock, as her hand cupped my heavy balls. Given all the excitement of the evening so far, I knew I wasn't going to last very long. "Oh, god, sweetie. You're doing great. I'm not going to last very long, though, before I erupt."

That was all she had to hear. She immediately wrapped her lips around my cock, and started a rhythmic up and down motion, as her tongue caressed the hole in the head of my cock. She slid her hand up to my shaft, and established a pretty good motion with her mouth and hand on my stiff rod. As much as she tried, she couldn't get my entire cock into her mouth, but she was able to take much of it.

I urged her on, "Oh, yeah, baby. That's right. Suck my cock. Oh! Fuck! That's it! God, yes. Don't stop now. I can feel my jism building in my balls. Shit! Fuck! Yes!" I put my hands on the back of her head, and started controlling her speed. She responded immediately, letting me control her up and down. My entire body was shaking in pre-orgasmic anticipation, and I could tell that I was going to release very soon.

"Oh, god, baby. Don't stop. Suck my cock. Oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" I felt my release start. "Fuck! I'm cumming! Oh, fuck!"

She didn't let up, continuing to suck my juices out of my cock without any hesitation at all. After what seemed like minutes of her sucking action after my eruption, I finally had to push her head away from my throbbing member. I looked down at my step-daughter and saw a huge smile on her face, which was covered with a combination of her saliva and my cum. I then pulled her up onto my lap, and we kissed. I could taste my spunk on her lips, and it was delightful. She moaned as we kissed, and I knew that she had most definitely enjoyed the giving as well as the receiving.

We lay there together for several more minutes, both of us recovering from our orgasms. The TV continued to play, but I don't think either of us was paying too much attention. She slid off my lap and cuddled up next to me, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight to me. She looked up at me again, and we enjoyed another deep kiss, this one a bit more languorous than the previous one, clearly enjoying our post-orgasmic bliss.

We kissed and fondled each other for another fifteen to twenty minutes before we trundled off to bed. We headed off to our separate rooms, but I wasn't surprised when, a few minutes later, she crawled into bed with me and cuddled up next to me. We were both asleep within minutes.

I awoke the next morning and smiled as I felt Amy cuddled up beside me, her arm draped over my side. As full consciousness invaded me, I realized my cock was stiff. I knew though, that this was a combination of my need to go pee, and the closeness of a sexy young lady. I eased myself out of bed, careful not to awaken Amy, and headed into my bathroom. After completing my morning ablutions, I headed down to the kitchen and started the coffee brewing. I poured myself some juice, and laid out the makings for bacon and pancakes, which had always been Amy's favorite breakfast. I had no real priorities for the morning, and figured I'd let her sleep in.

I poured my first cup of coffee, and turned on the morning news; my usual ritual. As I half-heartedly watched the morning news, I contemplated the reality of the previous evening. As near as I could tell, Amy definitely enjoyed the evening. My only concern was what her feelings might be this morning when she woke up, and faced the reality in full sobriety. I smiled, remembering her lips around my cock, and how quickly she had learned to pleasure a man orally. When she went down on me, I would have sworn that she was an expert at cock-sucking, even though she denied it vehemently.

There were no big news stories, and I let the news-lady drone on as I contemplated what to do about the upcoming evening. It would be quite okay for me to call up Cindy and blow off the evening; it wouldn't be the first time one of us had begged off of one of our non-dates. But, I knew she was looking forward to this particular night, as she had told me earlier in the evening that she had recently broken up with her latest boyfriend. I knew Cindy was a high maintenance girl friend, since we had dated for about two months. Not only was she high maintenance, but she liked to be in control in the bedroom most of the time. Our time together had been wild, but we both quickly realized that our lifestyles and attitudes didn't mesh well. In bed, it was great; out of bed, we just didn't seem to fit. Just as I was realizing we had to end our relationship, Cindy did it for us, telling me that all she wanted from me was the occasional romp in the hay. I agreed, and we had become best fuck buddies since then.

I hadn't decided what to do yet, when I heard Amy coming down the stairs. She bounced into the living room, stark naked and plopped herself onto my lap, barely giving me enough time to set my coffee cup down. She wrapped her arms around me, giving me a big hug. The next thing I knew, we were engaged in a deep French kiss. Any worries I had had about her feeling any guilt or regrets over the previous evening's events were completely dispelled.

She broke the kiss, and looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Thanks for last night. I had never realized how wonderful sex could really be. My girl friends had tried to tell me how awesome their sex was. Now, I know what they were talking about. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

"You are most certainly welcome, sweetie. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I must admit, I enjoyed it as well. Now, how about some bacon and pancakes?"

"Mmmm. Yummy."

She followed me into the kitchen and grabbed a seat at my breakfast bar while I warmed up the griddle. We chitchatted for a bit, and then she asked me what my plans were for the rest of the weekend. I had a pretty good idea where the conversation was headed, and chose my words carefully.

"Well," I said, "I was planning on doing some chores today, and a friend of mine and I were getting together for the evening."

Amy was bright, if nothing else. "Oh, you've got a girlfriend. And I bet the two of you were planning on fucking tonight. Right?"

"Wrong. But, nice try. She is most definitely a female, but she is not my girlfriend."

"Aw, but given the hemming and hawing you were doing at dinner last night when I asked to spend the weekend, I do believe you were planning on fucking her. Weren't you?"

"Well, truth be told, she was probably planning on fucking me."

"Oh, really. Okay. That sounds especially kinky. Will you tell me about her?"

"Maybe." I put her breakfast in front of her. "But, eat your breakfast first."

We ate our breakfast in silence. I have to admit, though, I was enjoying ogling her naked breasts as I enjoyed my breakfast. When we were done, she collected our dishes and loaded my dishwasher, and then asked me if she could help with my chores. I jokingly suggested that she could be my naked maid for the day.

She laughed, and said, "That sounds like fun. I'd love to."

I tried to tell her I was kidding, but she would have nothing of it, and proceeded to start rummaging around in my kitchen to find my cleaning supplies. I shook my head in amazement and continued contemplating my evening plans. I now had my choice of two women for the evening. I hadn't finished my contemplation when Cindy called me. I answered my phone, and we chatted. When I told her of my situation, she surprised me a bit by suggesting that I invite her to join us for the evening. Her argument boiled down to, 'Why should I choose one girl, when I can have two.' I knew that Cindy had played both sides of the street, but she had never done so with me around. We chatted a bit more, and we agreed to continue to meet for the evening, sharing barbequed steaks, salads, and some wine. As to whether or not Amy would join us was left up to me.

I continued to contemplate the options. The idea of having both Amy and Cindy at the same time had great appeal of course, but there was no way I wanted to jeopardize Amy's self esteem. Finally, I decided to share the option with Amy and let her decide. I left my office, where I had made the call and found Amy dusting in my living room, still buck naked. She had her back to me and didn't hear me enter, as she had her iPod on and ear buds in her ears. My cock twitched seeing her bent over a table, so I walked up behind her, and lightly caressed her bubbly ass. She cooed in delight, as my hand slipped between her legs. Her pussy was still soaking wet, and I slid two of my fingers into her pussy. Her moans told me that my advances were welcomed, and it didn't take me long to find her g-spot.

As I massaged her g-spot with my finger, her entire body started trembling. I was surprised, as I didn't think that she would be that aroused after our behaviors of the previous night. Clearly, I had underestimated this young lady.

"Oh, gawd! Don't stop," she begged. "That feels so fucking good. David never treated me this way, and I had no idea how good it felt to be horny, wet, and satisfied, all at the same time. You're going to spoil me."

I pulled my fingers back out of her pussy, much to her dismay, and told her we needed to talk. She turned around to face me, and had the cutest pout on her face. It was evident that she wanted more attention, and I was obviously denying her the pleasure that her pussy was demanding.

"We need to talk," I announced, in my most authoritative of voices. "I can see that you are clearly enjoying what we have started, but we need to talk about where this relationship is headed."

She interrupted me, by bluntly saying, "Stop!" Which I did.

She continued, "Before you say anything more, I want to say something. Can you be quiet until I'm done?"

I was impressed with her assertiveness, and I quickly agreed.

"So, I've been thinking about what happened ever since I woke up this morning. And, I've got a lot to say. So, let's sit down for a few minutes; that is, if you will let your maid take a break?" The grin on her face told me she was really enjoying being my nude housekeeper. I was pretty sure it had to do with the nude part, as opposed to being a housekeeper.

"Dad, I love you. Completely. And, I know that mom loved you, too. As I look back over some conversations that Mom had with me, I now realize that she was trying to tell me a few things. But, I have to say, either I was dense, or she wasn't clear enough with me. She had told me several times to loosen up and enjoy life; to listen to my body; and to go where my feelings took me. At the time, I had no clue what she was trying to tell me. I think I understand now what she was saying. She had told me more than once that you were the most amazing man, and that she was so happy to share her life with you. And she often tried to explain to me that a marriage was not about owning or controlling the other partner, it was about sharing the journey of life in all its glory.

"I remember when she and I went shopping about a year before she was killed. We were at the mall, and she wanted to take me to Victoria's Secret, and buy me some new lingerie and underwear. I resisted, and it didn't happen, but I still remember what she said at the time. Her comment was, 'Too bad. I'll just have to stop by later and treat myself.' To be honest, I was so dense, I couldn't figure out why my mom needed sexy lingerie and underwear. I figured that somehow, she had to do it for you. I know now, that was not the case. She was doing it for herself. That wasn't the only time that she tried to indicate to me that life was to be enjoyed to its fullest, and sex was one of the most wonderful ways to enjoy life.

"David is a complete ass, and I'm going to try to figure out how to divorce him with minimal impact on our son. Then I want to embrace my mom's philosophy on life. Especially her attitude on sex. She was so lucky to meet someone like you. I can only hope that I find someone as well. Until that happens, I intend to enjoy my new found sex life, and I want your help.

"I'll be honest, though. My pussy is screaming at me to figure out how to move in with you and become your lover, mistress, or whatever you would want me to be. My brain, the one in my head, says that that is a foolish and misguided desire. But, I guess women are like men; their pussy sometimes tries to override the brain in the head. I remember your lecture when I was younger, about life decisions requiring a balance between the brain, the heart, and the pussy, although you didn't say pussy at the time. I didn't understand it then. I think I do now. I'm not sure I know how to do it well, but I get it. I didn't get it then. Right now, my heart loves you dearly. On two levels; as the only Dad I've really known, and as the first lover that actually cared about me as a sexual being. My pussy wants as much of you as it can get. After last night, I should have been satiated. But, I woke up this morning, horny as hell, and all I could think of was your hard cock in my mouth and what it would be like in my pussy. When I slipped my hand between my legs, I was amazed at how wet I was. I had to masturbate to my umpteenth orgasm of the weekend, before I could climb out of bed, and come downstairs. And, even, after that, my pussy has been dripping continuously, desperately waiting to be fucked by you. But, my brain is screaming loudly that I'm being selfish; I'm invading your life. And, that's not fair.

"So, for the past couple of hours, I've been wracking my brain on how I can have what I want, and still not fuck up your life. And, I have an idea, but I have no clue whether or not it can work. I want you to continue to be my dad. But, I also want you to be my sex mentor. I'm not sure exactly what that means, but I'm hoping that somehow you'll understand and help me here. I do not wish to screw up your life; that would be unfair. But, hopefully you can help me enjoy my life to the fullest. Does that make any sense? Can you be my sex mentor?"

I was blown away by the maturity of her reasoning. I couldn't imagine that this was the same girl that I had had dinner with only eighteen hours earlier. Her mom had been amazingly intelligent, and clearly Amy had inherited some of that. I reached out, opening my arms and invited her to hug me before I gave her an answer. I held her for nearly a minute, savoring the contact with her naked curves. Then, I pushed her away, and answered.

"I'd love to be your sex mentor." She smiled with glee, and I continued, "But, I suspect your sexual development will require lots of practice, and quite a bit of hands on training."

She laughed, responding, "I certainly hope it requires a lot of hands-on training. And I promise to practice as often as I can."

"Well, then, if that is settled, we have another matter to discuss. And that is about this evening."

She interrupted me, "Oh, don't worry. I'll be out of here whenever you say."

"Ummm. No, you won't. I want you to stay for dinner and the evening."

"But, you have a date."

"Yeah. And now I have a date with two women."

"But what will your friend say?"

"That really isn't a problem. She's the one that suggested it."

"Oh. Well, won't my presence put a damper on the evening for the two of you."

I laughed. Amy hadn't yet tumbled to the fact that we were going to involve her in our evening's fun. "We're not about to let that happen. In fact, we intend to have you join us. That is if you're interested."

Realization dawned on her quickly. "Oh! You mean you want me in a ménage' a trios. That's what it's called, right?"

"Yes, and yes."

"Oh my god! I'd love to. Should I go home and get some other clothes, or do you want me naked when she arrives?"