7 comments/ 110577 views/ 79 favorites Desires within Young Girls Ch. 01 By: electraslade Chapter 1: The Beginning Brandi stood in front of me, defiant with her arms crossed. She wore her skin tight ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was extra small and clung to her perky breasts. "What you need, young lady, is a good spanking. Out half the night, and we couldn't get a hold of you! What the heck?" She looked at me with that angry stare. "What were you thinking, Brandi?" Silence. "Brandi. Talk to me!" I yelled. "What do you want me to say? I was at Stephanie's. We stayed up. My phone died. I forgot. What do you want me to say?" "I want you to be a little more responsible and call us." "Okay. Can I go now?" "No you can't. There needs to be a consequence for this." "Sam. NOTHING HAPPENED. OKAY? SO, CAN I PLEASE GO NOW?" "No, Brandi, you can't. " "What do you want me to do? I said I was sorry." "Brandi. Sorry isn't a consequence. I think I'm gonna take your phone." "NO!" "You didn't use it to call us like you're supposed to, and it's the one thing you don't want to lose. So, yeah. Gimme your phone." "Sam, no. I'm not giving you my phone!" "Brandi. Give me the phone, please. Don't make me get upset." "You are not my Dad. I'm NOT giving you my phone!" It wasn't too long ago that we used to call Brandi, frumpy Brandi because she wore baggy jeans or sweatpants, baggy sweatshirts or sweaters, and no one knew whether she was fat or thin or wide or narrow. That all changed when her lithe, young teenage body began to blossom. As the little buds on her chest turned to full, round globes, and her legs took on shapeliness in the hips and the calves, and as her bottom turned into a round, heart-shaped ass, Brandi began to wear the types of clothes that instead of covering up the body, actually accentuate and draw the eyes toward the body, toward those parts that men desire most. As the body changed, Brandi discovered the power of makeup, and mascara, and lipstick, and sparkly body lotion, and perfume. She discovered ribbons for her wavy blonde hair and necklaces, and colorful bracelets. She discovered leggings and tight jeans, and she discovered extra small tops that hugged her breasts and exposed her taut belly and her belly button ring. For many teenage girls, these discoveries of makeup and clothes and accessories happen well in advance of bodily changes, but for Brandi, the transformation from frumpy girl to nubile young woman happened in tandem and took about six months, or so it seemed. As the body changed, so did the outerwear. As the man who married her mother two and a half years, I suppose I'm her stepfather, but I had no part in raising her until I moved in when Brandi was 15. But in these last two years or so, I have seen this remarkable change in Brandi from young girl to young woman. And I could see that she changed not only the outerwear, but the underwear as well—from boxers to panties, from sports bras to push ups. Now, I say that Brandi transformed into a nubile young woman—that's true for her body—it has become a sexually attractive object of desire, no doubt. But Brandi's maturity level was still that of a teenage girl still wrestling with the transition from girlhood to adulthood. "Brandi. If you want to prolong this, I'll keep the phone for a week, rather than the three days I was planning on." "Three days? NO. Where's Mom? I want to talk to her." "Your Mom left today for a three-day conference. Like it or not, I'm in charge." "I am not giving you my phone for three days. Not even one day." I was silent, returning her angry stare. "Okay, Brandi. What do you propose as an appropriate consequence to coming home at 3AM without calling or texting when your curfew was 12?" "I'm 18, you know! I'm an ADULT! I can do what I want!" "You are 18, that's true. But as long as you live here, you are under our supervision. That means you follow our rules. You are under our care. We have to know you are okay. And staying out until 3AM without telling us anything is NOT OKAY. So, I'll ask you again, what is an appropriate consequence?" Brandi didn't say anything. She looked down. Arms still crossed. After a very long pause, finally, she whispered toward the floor. "I don't know. What about what you said?" She bit her lower lip and looked at me. "What I said? Huh? Taking the phone?" "No. The other thing." "What other thing?" I said incredulous. She looked up at me and stared. "The spanking." I looked at her. "Seriously, Brandi?" She stared at me. I thought for a minute, not believing the predicament I found myself in. I couldn't spank this girl. And I kind of think she knew that. And since the blossoming transformation, she might even be aware of the recent times that she's walked by me at night on the way to the bathroom or bouncing down the stairs in the morning, wearing little more than a t-shirt and a pair of Victoria Secret's PINK panties. Maybe she knows the times that I stared longingly at that lovely round ass wrapped in those tight white or yellow or baby blue panties. Or the time I saw her leave the bathroom just a few days ago with nothing but a long night shirt on, her heart-shaped ass switching back and forth as her ass cheeks peaked out from underneath. I often thought that since her transformation she just might be a deliberate little cock tease, but somehow I thought of her as too innocent to realize what she was doing. Even though her body had changed, her mind hadn't caught up with that fact yet. She was caught in the middle and trying to decide how to act, how to behave, how to be, really, now that she has the body that the genes of her mother gave her. Her mom, to put it mildly, is a looker, and part of the reason why I married her two-and-a-half years ago. In fact, when I first met Brandi's mother three and a half years ago, I thought I had met an angel—she was, and still is, stunning! I couldn't believe she wanted me. "Well?" She asked and walked toward me. I was sitting on the sofa with my arms leaning on my knees. She stood over top of me looking down. I looked up and finally said, "Okay, Brandi. Okay." I breathed deeply. "If this is what you want as a consequence, you got it. But I promise you, this is going to hurt." "Fine," she shot back with that defiant teenage attitude. "Undo your jeans and pull them down and bend over my lap." I said firmly. She did as ordered, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling them down over her ass and down her slender legs. She kneeled and laid herself across my lap revealing a pair of the cutest pink polka dot panties I think I have ever seen. In the eastern philosophies, craving is the cause of all suffering. Staring down at her across my lap with the sweet smell of her teenage perfume, her perfectly rounded ass, her long blonde curls of hair down her back, and the honey-brown hue of her skin, it wasn't suffering that entered my mind. It was torment. Was I punishing her or was she punishing me? I needed to stay focused. Her knees were on the floor, and she leaned her arms on the sofa as I leaned back. "Brace yourself, Brandi." I raised my right hand and before I could think twice, I came down on her right ass cheek, smacking it with such force I surprised myself. I felt her wince and buck forward in my lap. I raised my hand again and came down on her left ass cheek. She bucked again, and this time I heard a whispering whimper. I came down again and again and again and again alternating between her cheeks four, five, maybe six more times. The last time, I rested my palm on her ass not wanting to pull it away. All I wanted to do was caress it and move my hands underneath her panties and finger that sweet, tight, forbidden entrance of wet skin and lips. In fact, this thought presented another problem—the growing erection in my pants which I now feared she could feel underneath her. I pulled my hand away, longingly staring at the round mounds just two feet away from my hungry eyes. And then I realized she was crying. I stopped. "Okay, Brandi. I think that's enough of a consequence." She stood up and pulled up her jeans and looked at me, tears and mascara streaming down her face. "Brandi. I, I, I'm sorry." "Don't be. It's what I wanted. It's over." She wiped her eyes. I stood up and wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her hair. "I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have done that." She cried in my arms as I stroked her hair. "I'm sorry too." She finally said. "There's some aloe in the bathroom. Why don't I get it for you." "Okay." She said sniffling. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 02 I awakened to singing coming from the shower. It was Sunday, and my first opportunity to sleep in. I sat up thinking about the spanking I gave to Brandi yesterday and feeling guilty. I shouldn't have done it. I should have taken her phone. What's more, I couldn't get those polka dot panties out of my head. Here I am—a 37-year-old man—spanking an 18-year-old girl. I thought about that Woody Allen movie Manhattan in which his girlfriend was 17 and he was 42. But Brandi is my light blonde stepdaughter with a cute little turned up nose who just turned 18 two weeks ago. She's been more my pal as I never quite established a father-daughter relationship with her. She calls me Sam or Samuel, but not Dad. Nevertheless, she sometimes needs parental discipline. Her father left a long time ago and has had no contact with Brandi in more than 10 years. What if she told her mother of the punishment I imposed for staying out late? I heard Brandi come out of the bathroom and walk toward her bedroom. "Brandi?" I called. "Yes?" "Can I talk to you after you get dressed?" "Uhmm, yeah. Give me a few minutes." "Okay." I got up and slid on my jeans and went to the bathroom to pee. When I returned, Brandi came in with her hair up in a ponytail and looking down at her phone texting furiously. She wore her now familiar tight jeans and t-shirt. "Brandi." "Hold on. Let me just finish this text." She looked up at me without saying anything. "I'm sorry about last night." "Don't be. It's over. Can I go now?" "Wait. I just wanted to talk to you and tell you that if there's a consequence needed next time, it's gonna have to be the phone. Okay?" "Sam. It's okay. I'm not mad." I didn't say anything. She started texting again. "Does it still hurt?" "What?" "You know. Your butt." "Oh. No. Well, maybe a little." "I don't think we should tell your Mom about this." "Okay." "No. Brandi. I'm serious." "Trust me, I wasn't going to." "K. Thanks." "Can I have 20 dollars to go to the mall?" "20? What? What for?" "There's this really cute top I want to get at Hollister. Please, Sam?" She came over to me like she always does when she wants something, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me, pressing her firm tits against my chest. "Pretty please?" she whispered in my ear. "I promise I'll be a good girl for you." She probably knew I felt guilty about spanking her. And she knew that I didn't want this getting back to her mother. "My wallet's down stairs." "You're the best! Thank you, Sam!" and she kissed me on the cheek and ran down the stairs. "When are you coming home?" "I don't know. Bye." She yelled as she headed out the door. "Wait. What homework do you have?" She was gone. Two hours later I was masturbating furiously to a picture of this gorgeous blonde with puffy nipples. She looked like Brandi. My cock was more swollen and stiff than I can recently remember, and the girl was in a chair with her legs draped over the arms, her shaved pussy lips splayed out, her nipples swollen, and her left thumb in her mouth. As my orgasm welled up from my balls, I called out Brandi's name. "BRANDI! I'm fucking cumming, baby. I'm gonna spray jizz all over your little pussy!" Instead, my jizz splattered all over the bathroom sink. Thick globs of it. The force of my cum blast sent my brain in to overdrive. I reeled backwards and steadied myself. My knees were shaking. I stood for a moment catching my breath and then cleaned myself off and washed the sink. When I emerged from the bathroom, it suddenly dawned on me that Brandi was home. I heard her downstairs in the kitchen making something to eat. Had she heard me? Did she hear me orgasm and call out her name? That would not be good. "Hey, sweetheart. When did you get back?" "A few minutes ago. I'm starving. Oohh. Wanna see what I bought?" "Oh, yeah! Sure!" Brandi pulled out a black blouse of some sort from the bag. "It's called an Alcazar top. On sale for $20! Do you like it?" "Beautiful. It will look great on you." "I'm going to eat this sandwich and model it for you." "K. What homework do you have?" "I don't know. Not much." Brandi came down wearing her blue jeans and the black top. She looked lovely--her long blonde locks curled around the blouse just above the small of her back. "Well? How do I look?" "Fantastic! You look positively adorable." "You're just saying that because you have to. You're my stepdad." "Brandi. I don't think so. But think what you want. Now I think it's time for homework." "Okay. Okay. I'm doing it. Can Stephanie come over? We can do homework together!" Stephanie was one of Brandi's best friends, a super cute brunette with long straight brown hair. They were both finishing their junior year in high school, just a few short months away. Brandi's mom held Brandi back which makes her a bit older than many of the other girls in their junior year. Brandi's two closest friends—Stephanie and Veronica—are also about her age and I imagined their parents must have held them back too. In fact, Brandi turned 18 in May, and Stephanie's birthday is in April, and Veronica's March. They all joke about the fact that there is a monthly birthday to celebrate. But this year, they are planning a week at the beach to celebrate all three turning 18! Veronica is Brandi's other best friend—a really cute red head with gorgeous red hair and a freckled body. Veronica is a little plump, but in a sexy way—full breasts and a lovely round ass. In the last year, all three of these girls have blossomed into beautiful young women, and it's hard not to notice. As a trio—blonde, brunette, and redhead—they represent the trifecta of a boy's wet dreams. "Stephanie can come over for a couple of hours this afternoon. It's a school night, so she needs to leave around dinner." "Okay." Stephanie and Brandi spread out their homework on the kitchen counter while I prepped for dinner. After awhile of listening to their banter about boys, other girls, and high school gossip in between the solving of complex math equations, I went upstairs to gather some laundry. I sorted through the pile, and I saw them--the pink polka dot panties Brandi was wearing when I spanked her. I lifted them in my hands and slowly raised them to my nose, sniffing all around where Brandi's pussy would rub. They were damp. I caught the distinct aroma of her teen perfume and the musky odor of her little twat, and my cock grew stiff. I sniffed and sniffed some more feeling delirious and lightheaded. My torment had returned. I wanted to masturbate. I took Brandi's panties with me to the bathroom, pulled out my swollen prick, rubbed some lotion on it and began pumping my cock while I smelled the sweetness of Brandi's soiled panties. With each sniff and each thrust, I quickly came closer and closer to exploding again all over the bathroom sink. Only this time I decided to do something far more devious. As my orgasm rose in my balls, I sniffed Brandi's panties one more time—taking in the sweet aroma of perfume and pussy juice. I pushed her panties down around my cock and rubbed them furiously all over my shaft. As my orgasm neared, I rubbed her panties right on the head of my dick and exploded another glob of heavy jizz right in the spot where her pussy sat. I felt almost faint. I cleaned off the rest of the cum on my dick with her panties and knew that I would probably have to wash these panties now while the girls were downstairs studying. How perverse can one man be? When I came out of the bathroom, it was quiet downstairs. Stephanie and Brandi were whispering. If I remained really quiet, I could barely make out what Brandi was telling Stephanie. "Sam wanted to take my phone away for staying out late the other night." "Really? Well you still have it, so how did you talk yourself out of that?" "I told him to spank me instead." "What? You told him to spank you?" "Yea!" "And he did?" "Yeah." "Did it hurt?" "Yeah. A lot. He like smacked me six times or whatever." "On your butt? Were you wearing anything?" "My panties. He told me to pull down my jeans." "OMG! Brandi! That's like really creepy." "I know. But, but, I can't believe I'm saying this. I, I, kind of liked it." "Really? Like how, like it felt good?" "Kind of. I mean it hurt, but it kind of, you know, made me feel . . . " "Feel what? Like hot?" "Yeah. Like I kind of got wet or whatever. This is really embarrassing. Let's change the subject." "OMG, Brandi! He made your pussy wet?" "Stephanie, shut up. I mean, I don't know. A little. I guess." There was a long pause as I strained my ears to hear more of the conversation. After what seemed like a very long time, Stephanie said, "You know, your stepdad is hot. He doesn't look like 30 something. More like 25, maybe." She stopped again and there was another long pause. "And those muscles. Oh, my god. And he's really cute with that stubble when he doesn't shave." "I know. I always thought he was hot. And when he said he was going to spank me, I don't think he meant it at first. But then when he said he was going to take my phone away, I like said, well why don't you just spank me instead." "And he said, ok?" "Not at first, but then he like looked at me and said okay. Pull your jeans down and lay on my lap." "OMG!" "Stephanie you CANNOT tell anyone about this!" "Okay, I won't, but it's still kind of creepy." "I know. But like, I'm trying to think of a way to get him to spank me again." "Brandi, shut up. Really?" "I don't know. Like maybe. Oh, and you can't tell anyone this part." "Ok. What part?" "He like got hard." "What?!" Brandi kept whispering. "Uhmm, yeah. I could like feel his cock or whatever underneath me. That's when he stopped and told me to get up." "OH MY GOD! Seriously? Now that is getting creepy. Was it like big?" "Kind of, but it was hard to tell cause he had his jeans on and I could only feel like part of it against my panties." "So then what happened?" "He like saw me crying and he hugged me and told me he was sorry. And he like was rubbing my hair." "You were crying?" "Yeah! Cause it kind of stung, but it hurt and felt good at the same time. That's why I like want him to do it again. Only not so hard." Stephanie and Brandi sat there for a minute. I couldn't hear anything more as I kept straining my ears. Finally I heard Stephanie whisper, "Maybe we could get him to spank all of us for our birthday! Hahahahahahaha." Brandi and Stephanie started giggling uncontrollably as I descended the stairs. "What are you two laughing about?" Stephanie looked at Brandi and got up. "Nothing, Mr. Philpot. I have to use the bathroom." Desires within Young Girls Ch. 03 Chapter 3: Can You Say Cock Tease? All of my life I've known my propensity, like most heterosexual men I suppose, for the sexual beauty of women. Since about the age of 14, maybe even 13, I have masturbated and fantasized about girls. And as hard as it is for mind to grasp, the feeling seems even more intense now in my 30s. Is it an early mid-life crisis that has intensified these feelings? Or is it the pheromones that Brandi and her young friends are secreting? By one definition, "Pheromones are naturally occurring odorless substances the fertile body excretes externally, conveying an airborne signal that provides information to, and triggers responses from, the opposite sex of the same species." Whatever the case, I'm horny all of the time. Which only makes my experience with trying to be a responsible adult and parental unit to Brandi all the more difficult. It was easy when she was frumpy Brandi. Now it's damn near impossible. And what had been triggered by the spanking within both Brandi and me was sending me and her on a trajectory that I feared I could not stop and could only end in misery and tragedy. It was made all the worse that night. After Stephanie left, Brandi had gone to bed, and I was folding laundry. Within a few moments, I heard the soft cooing noise coming from her bedroom that I knew could only be the result of one thing. I moved a little closer and saw her door was ajar. I could just peek through the crack of the door in the dark hallway. A single light beside her daybed was on. My eyes widened as I saw Brandi bent over her daybed, knees on the floor with her panties pulled down around her thighs. Her thighs and knees pointed inward toward each other, while her calves and feet pointed out. This position kind of forced her round, tight ass to poke out as she frigged herself. Her fingers of her right hand were sliding in and out of her soaking little hole. The lighting made it even more erotic—one side of her body and ass were softly lit, while the other was shrouded in shadows. Her head was buried in a pillow on the bed and she was moaning and cooing a high-pitched, staccato groan. With her right hand rubbing herself, her left hand came around and smacked her ass. Once, twice, three times, and then stopped. She moved her left arm back to prop and brace herself with her head still buried in the pillow. "Ohhh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh." I could hear her muffled coos and moans as she rubbed and slapped herself. Her fingers moved faster in and out of her little twat. I strained to see how much hair was around it or whether she kept it trimmed. It was hard to tell in the light, but I could see some blonde curls of pubic hair where her fingers were. They looked wet. Her little asshole looked almost hairless. She kept rubbing herself and poking her fingers inside herself. First one, then two, and then she tried to squeeze three of her fingers in her little cunt while her thumb moved around her asshole, rubbing the inner edges just around that little tight bung hole. Within a few moments, she began to arch her back. She raised her head off the pillow and moaned and cooed pretty loudly, so much so that she grabbed the pillow with her left hand and tried to stifle and suffocate her moans. Her tits were pressed hard against the daybed, the round edges peeking out to the side of the mattress. I desperately wanted to see her nipples, but I couldn't as she had pressed them down in to the daybed. She slowed her rubbing and pulled her now very wet fingers from her little hole. I stepped back slowly trying my best not to make a sound. I could still see through the crack in Brandi's door. She slowly stood up and turned toward the door, still rubbing herself between her legs. Not wanting to risk her seeing me, I quickly slipped down the hallway and crept quietly down the stairs. Did she catch a glimpse of me fleeting away? I couldn't be sure. I heard her come out of her bedroom and close the bathroom door. I stood in the kitchen for a few moments trying to take in what I had just seen and heard. I thought about the conversation Brandi had with Stephanie. My cock was rock hard, straining to be set free. I thought about finding a place to go masturbate again, but thought better of it. Too risky. But it was clear to me now that I couldn't take this torment much more. I had never seen Brandi masturbate, and I never paid any attention to her soiled panties before. Now all I wanted to do was smell them and fuck her. The spanking had unleashed something in both of us. It was clear from the conversation with Stephanie that I had sparked some desires deep within her, and I just finished seeing her spanking and frigging herself! What was I to do? I couldn't help myself. The heart wants what it wants. I don't want to scar Brandi. I don't want to hurt her. I love her. And now my love and lust for her, combined with her youthful beauty and innocence, and the taboo nature of what we are both flirting with are all coming together in one perfect storm that I fear will end very badly. I felt the heaviness of my tortured soul. I decided to make some tea. After I had brewed and steeped it, I poured a large mug of the brownish liquid and suddenly realized another presence in the kitchen. "Samuel?" I turned as my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Brandi's presence in the kitchen. She sometimes called me Samuel when I think she was happy I was around, rather than annoying her like she says I always do. She looked positively glowing—a warm redness in her cheeks, a cute smile on her face, and the freshness of a young girl after she has just showered and bathed. Her hair was still wet, and she was wearing a little nightie and cute white panties with lace around the top. Was she teasing my cock? "Oh, hey, sweetie. Are you ready for bed? It's getting a little late, don't you think? You've got school tomorrow." At that moment, I was amused to think that I could carry on a normal conversation with my stepdaughter after I just saw her masturbate herself to orgasm. And with her standing in front of me wearing next to nothing! Am I in a parallel universe? Was she aware that I saw her frigging herself in her bedroom? Does she know how much a girl in panties and nightie looking like her can do to a man? Does she know her own power? "I just came down to say good night. Is Mom coming back tomorrow?" "Uhmm. Yeah. Yes she is. Tomorrow evening from her weekend conference." "Oh. Okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow." "Okay, baby. See you tomorrow. Sleep well." "K." She started up the stairs, and I couldn't help following her to the foot of the stairs. I watched that oh so special treat—her round ass in those white, tight panties switching up the stairs, her long, lean legs lifting her up. I was cringing in pain. "Oh, and Sam?" "Yes. Brandi." "I just wanted to say that I love you." And with that she turned and walked quickly to her bedroom and closed the door. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 04 Chapter 4—Audrey, You're a Fine Girl! Brandi's phone kept lighting up. She was upstairs getting ready for school and putting on makeup after eating a big breakfast I had made for her. She left the phone on the kitchen counter. I couldn't help but look. She and Stephanie had been texting. "I think S saw me last night doing u know." "REALLY? OMG!" "Yea. Door was open a little." "That's awk." "I know. But maybe I wanted him to. U know?!" "U crushin on daddy-o? hahahahaha." "NO! Idk. Maybe I am. I need help." "hahahahahaha. You and stepdad gotta thing." "Shut up. Gotta go. Making me breakfast." "Wow. No one makes me breakfast. later." I heard Brandi coming down the stairs, so I quickly put the phone back the way it was on the counter. "Ready to go? You look great, Brandi." "Thanks. Gotta go. See ya later." She grabbed her phone, lunch, and book bag and out the door she went. I didn't know what to think of the text conversation. What's more, her mom was due home tonight, and all had to return to semi-normalcy. Whatever I was feeling, whatever Brandi was feeling, would have to be reined in. Her mom cannot know about any of this. I couldn't dwell on this anymore. I had to go to work. I arrived home at 6 that evening and had planned to make dinner for Audrey's arrival home—Brandi's mom. Brandi gets her incredible good looks—blonde hair, beautiful body, emerald eyes—from her mother and, just 40 years old, she looks great. And she's smart and fun. Lately, however, our marriage has had its difficulty. The two of us went through difficult first marriages, and she had Brandi at the age of 22, just a year after she was married. I did not have any kids, just a set of bad memories. Just two and a half years into our second marriages after having dated for the better part of a year, we were facing the life of routine living with me trying to adjust to a teenager in the home, and both of us realizing our own idiosyncrasies and habits—habits that get on each other's nerves. As Brandi would say, "Ugh." It's easily been weeks since we last had sex which is hard to imagine considering we fucked like little rabbits during the entire time we dated and the first year of our marriage. I couldn't stop wanting to fuck her. Every time I saw her, I wanted to fuck her. She looks that hot. And she has a certain sensual way about her, a kind of sweet innocence that Brandi has that makes me crazy. She has no inhibitions either. Almost any fantasy I could conjure up, she would play. Dress up like a school girl and stick a lollipop in your mouth? No problem. Deep throat my cock on your knees while I throat fuck you? Hell yeah, baby. One session on the sofa was so hot I almost passed out. Audrey put on this sexy little red riding hood costume with the short little dress and a red cape with a hood. She put on white knee-high stockings and 6-inch, fuck-me pumps. She wore bright red lip stick and makeup and eyelashes. She looked like a sophisticated call girl. When she came in the living room, I just about came in my jeans. She sat down on the sofa, laid back, and pushed her legs back so that her knees were up by her ears. I stood and looked at her for a long moment in her cute striped panties. I slowly slid them down and found to my utter delight a completely shaved and waxed pussy. She had secretly gone and gotten a Brazilian wax—not a hair anywhere. It was truly heart stopping to see her gorgeous little cunt completely exposed, her lips all glistening from her own wetness. "Oh, my God. Can I touch it?" "Of course you can, baby. Why don't you touch it with your tongue?" The lips of her labia and the hood of her clitoris were so fully exposed, I was overwhelmed by how incredibly erotic she looked. As an added bonus, her tight little anus was also completely hairless. I slowly touched her lips with my fingers, rubbing gently her clit and slit. I slid a finger in and she moaned. I got down on my knees and began licking her inner thighs while I inched my way to her full, puffy lips. My tongue flickered over her hairless mound. I flicked her clitoris and ran my tongue down the entire length of her slit. Up and down and up and down. And then I moved my tongue down around her little asshole. She had put on the sexiest perfume, and the mix of her pussy and perfume made my head swim. When I looked up finally at her face, she had the little red riding hood wrapped around her head, her eyes were closed, mouth open, and she was moaning and whimpering. She looked positively darling! There she was—head back, legs back, pumps in the air, white knee highs on her legs, and a hot, shaved little pussy peeking in between. I had my pants off so fast, I think I set a new world record. My cock was throbbing hard! Not wasting a second, I slammed in to her, and she yelped. And yelped. And yelped. "Oh, please, Mr. Wolf, don't hurt me!" she cooed. "I'm going to do more than hurt you, you bad little girl. I'm going to fuck you hard and deep until you scream! I'm gonna make you my filthy little whore!" My dick had completely filled her up. Her position on the sofa with her legs all the way back allowed me to grip her ass and penetrate her as far as my dick would go inside her. My full balls slammed against her ass with every thrust. "I am your bad little girl! I love the way you fuck me, Mr. Wolf. Your cock is splitting my little pussy wide open. Are you going to come inside me? Or all over my sweet little face?" That was it! I slammed her two more times and told her I was going to squirt all over her face and little red hood. "Oh, Mr. Wolf! Don't defile my little red cape!" I was exploding. I squirted my first load deep inside of her, and I pulled out, pushed her legs down, straddled her face, and spewed more cum all over her lips, cheeks, hair, and, yes, her little red cape. When I was done, there was cum all over her and inside her. Her shaved little pussy was even dripping my juice. She looked like a delicious little slut. And I loved it. She even took her fingers and scooped up the cum dripping from her fuck hole and licked it. Like a fucking porn star! My fucking wife! Unbelievable! And as I recounted this story in my head, I decided that I wanted to fuck her little ass off that night. That would surely take my mind off of Brandi! Desires within Young Girls Ch. 05 Chapter 5 - Brandi Narrates Dear reader, I found this manuscript in my stepdad's drawer of his office years after the events described herein, an unfinished expose of what happened to us - the secret, naughty things we did together. And so, you will find my perceptions interspersed between Sam's description of what occurred in those late teenage years of mine. For you see, I kept a secret diary of many of the things that happened! I am now a college graduate and an avowed strumpet whose sexual adventures began with my first real sexual love - Sam. You will one day here more about my adventures after this tale, but for now let's focus on this story, Sam's story, about our lust for each other and our secret, dirty, taboo affair. Sam did indeed "fuck" my mom's "little ass off that night." I know because I watched and heard most of it, and it made my pussy oh so wet, and it made me want Sam all the more. And it made me very jealous of my mother. Mom came home that evening from her conference and Sam had made her a lovely seafood dinner - crab, flounder, and shrimp. It was wonderful, and mom talked incessantly about her conference. She also asked how the weekend went with the two of us. She knew I had been out late that Friday night as she didn't leave for her conference until Saturday morning. She asked Sam what he did about me coming home late, and he told her that he had a long stern talk with me and threatened to take my phone the next time that it happened. She laughed and called him a wimp for not giving me a punishment and noted how I had him wrapped around my little finger. Of course, we never mentioned the spanking, how he made my pussy wet, and how he saw me masturbating, and the fact that he overheard me and Stephanie talking about it (which I found out about only years later reading this manuscript), and how he masturbated with my panties (something else I found out about from reading this), and how he looked at my phone in which I admitted to my best friend that I had all these feelings. Now, you, dear reader, may be surprised to know that I thought it was really sweet and a turn on that Sam jerked off in my panties and came all over them. He wanted me. And that turned me on. The idea that as an 18-year-old girl I could have such control over an older, sexy man like Sam made me feel glowing and confident. I wanted to see how much I could turn him on, and maybe even tease him a little just to see how much he wanted me and how far he would go. And I wanted him to teach me, to show me what turns on a guy and drive him crazy! But Sam was not just lusting after me. He was falling in love with me. I could feel it. I knew it. And I was falling in love with him. After dinner, I finished my homework and went up to take a shower and go to bed. Sam and my mom had gone to bed by the time I exited the bathroom. And that's when I heard the sounds. "Oh my god, Audrey, it's been too long since I fucked you like this. You feel so good." "Not so loud, baby. Brandi is still up." "Sorry." Sam whispered. My ear was at the door now. "Climb on top of me and let me watch your tits bounce." I grabbed the doorknob and ever so quietly began to turn the knob. Suddenly, I realized the hall light was on, and so I stopped and ran to the switch on the wall to cut it off. Dark. Good. I turned the doorknob again and slowly pushed the door open, just a crack, so I could peek in and see them fucking. My mom was on top of Sam riding his cock up and down really fast. I couldn't see Sam's dick, which I so wanted to see, but I saw my mom's back and the side of one of her tits bouncing up and down. After a short time, my stepdad reached around her waist and flipped her over on her back. He slowly began to work his way down from nuzzling her neck to suckling and fondling her nipples. He moved to her belly, licking and nibbling, and finally down to the space between her legs. My mom started to squirm and wiggle and pant. Her hands were in his hair as he licked her sex, her soft mound rising up to meet his tongue. Now my stepfather is oh so hot! As my mom ran her fingers through his wavy black hair, I wondered what it would be like to feel him down there licking me. I could see the mounded muscle in his left arm as he pushed my mom's legs back to lick her more deeply. I was in a trance! Wow. I so wanted Sam to do that to my pussy! I could feel that little tingle down there build and build, like it felt down there when Sam spanked me. I never quite felt that tingle before the day Sam made me lay on his lap and spank me as hard as he did! I had masturbated a couple times in the shower and it felt really good, but never like that. Once, Davy Billows, the neighbor down the street felt me up when I was like 16, but that made me more annoyed than turned on. I thought boys were kind of stupid and didn't know how to please girls. My first real orgasm was the night that Sam saw me masturbating. It felt soooooooooooooooo good! I kept watching Sam lick my mom. His face was buried between her legs. I wish I could have seen it up close, but from where I was, crouched down at the door opened only a crack, I could only see my mom's right leg and Sam's head lost on the other side. His hands cupped her ass to help lift her up into his face. His muscles flexed and his shoulders were chiseled and strong. Between her panting and pushing Sam's head down into her crotch, she looked like she was about to have an orgasm, and sure enough, she started to buck and moan! You could tell she was trying to stifle her moans because she knew I was in the house. But soon she cried out like a little girl, panting and whimpering. Then she whispered kind of loud, "I love it when you lick me like a dirty whore." I nearly blew my cover! My mom talking like that! Wow. Wait 'til I tell Stephanie about this! Sam said, "You are my dirty whore, and I want to cum in your mouth." OMG! Was he really going to cum in my mother's mouth? I couldn't believe my virgin ears! What was happening to all of us? My mom, a cock-hungry slut? My stepdad spanking my panty-covered bottom? Masturbating to my soiled panties? Me, masturbating to the thoughts of my stepfather spanking me? "Get down on the floor on your knees, my little slut." My mom slowly climbed off of the bed, and as Sam got up and stood beside the bed, for a split second I saw his hard on. It was swollen and big. And so were his balls - hanging low between his lean, muscled legs. His stomach was taut and slightly rippled, and his cock was sticking straight out. Their room was lit only by the moonlight streaming through a window on the other side of the room. From my vantage point on my hands and knees peeking in a crack through the door, I could see the bed in the corner of the room, the window to the right, and the floor where my mom got down on her knees. Sam grabbed the back of her head and a fist full of hair. He pulled her head back, told her to open her mouth, took his right hand and wrapped it around her neck, and pushed his swollen dick down her throat. He throat fucked her like that, and my mom didn't gag or anything! It was amazing to watch his dick disappear down her throat, come back up, go back down, come back up, go back down, with his balls resting against her chin and hanging down toward her tits. I wondered if I could do that! Could I suck a guy's cock all the way without choking or gagging? After a few minutes of face fucking my mother - she was gargling and making weird noises - he pulled out one last time, pushed her head down around his balls, and told her to lick and suck his balls while he masturbated, still holding a fist full of her hair. Then, he pushed back, took a step backwards, and shot his load all over her face! Cum kept dripping from his dick, and my mom started licking the head of his dick and catching the drips in her mouth! I was aghast! (A word I learned in college) My mouth was open, my eyes wide, and my teenage innocence completely shattered! I mean, I hadn't even seen stuff on the internet like this! And with my mom? OH MY GOD! I crawled backwards, carefully closed the door, and scooted to my room. I was ruined! But all I could think about was Sam (Samuel) doing that to me. I got under the covers, pulled my panties down, rubbed my little clit - that little cleft of skin at the top and just between my pussy lips. It was so swollen, and my pussy was so wet. I slowly, and then more quickly, frigged myself to orgasm, pretending all the while that Sam was fucking me and licking my pussy like he did my mom and calling me his dirty little whore! What was all of this I was feeling? I was so confused! I didn't want Sam to fuck my mother anymore. I wanted him to fuck me. Was I jealous? How could I be? I was still a virgin. I also felt ashamed at what I was feeling and what I had done. It was like two feelings, one making me feel sad and the other making me feel very happy all at the same time! How was I going to get Sam to fuck me? How could I make him see that I wanted him to teach me to do what my mom does to him? To show me how to please a man? How to suck a cock and talk dirty to a man. I didn't have a plan. There was only one thing that I thought I could do. Be a very bad girl! So bad that Sam would spank me again. And then, maybe, just maybe, I could become his good girl! But in an oh so naughty way! Desires within Young Girls Ch. 06 Chapter 6 - Counseling anyone? With Audrey's return, I had to try and get life back to normal. I had to tuck my feelings for Brandi away, somewhere, and act like all was good. I knew that to act on any feelings toward Brandi would be wrong and surely end in tragedy. Audrey would throw me out or, worse, kill me if she ever found out. Or I'd kill myself. How could I continue if she ever found out? She could absolutely ruin me. I thought about losing my job, being thrown out on the street, a homeless schmuck. Maybe those eastern philosophies were on to something. So far, I hadn't breathed a word of any of these feelings and events, not even to my best friend, Wilson, or even to my counselor whom I hadn't seen in awhile. I decided that maybe I needed professional help. Maybe my counselor could help direct my path. Only problem with that is she's a woman. But that shouldn't matter, I reasoned to myself. She's a professional, after all. It's what she's trained and paid to do. She's probably heard this dilemma before - older man hungry for a young girl. But his stepdaughter? How embarrassing. How could I reveal this without wanting to crawl under a rock? I decided to make the appointment. And as luck would have it, or fate, she had a cancellation that week, and so I would see her Wednesday at 2. "Sam, come on in. Long time. How have you been?" Janet Billingsworth was a tall, dark brunette, probably about my age, perhaps a little older. Attractive but always buttoned up and professional. She always wore grey skirts and black work shoes, white blouse with a woman's business vest around her shoulders. She wore dark-rimmed glasses for reading close up. "I'm good, Janet. Yeah. Good to see you. How are you?" "Please, sit. I'm good. Business is steady, so, you know. No shortage of people with problems to solve!" She chuckled mildly. "So, I'm looking through my notes of your last visit. Six months ago? Does that sound about right?" "Yes. Back before the holidays last year." "And the last time we talked, you and Audrey were experiencing some issues with intimacy." "Yes. That's right." "And so, how is that working out? Have you two talked and worked on some things? I see here that one of the things we talked about the two of you doing was a kind of date night, maybe once a week - just the two of you to help find some time away from, let's see, Brandi, is it? Audrey's teenage daughter?" "Yes. That's right. And things have gotten a little better in that department. In fact, Audrey and me just had a pretty intimate, fun evening just the other night after she got back from a business trip. I cooked her dinner and we, well, you know." I had a sheepish grin on my face. "Hey, well that sounds nice. I'm glad things are working out. So, that brings up the obvious question, what brings you here today?" "Well, yeah, it's not about Audrey and me." I paused and thought for a moment. "Well, come to think of it, maybe it is. I don't know. It's really about Brandi." "Oh? Trouble in teenageville?" "Well, yeah, kind of." Janet didn't say anything. She had a knack for letting the silence hang out there in an uncomfortable sort of way. Maybe counselors get trained to do that. Anyway, I sat there for a moment and squirmed a bit in my chair. She looked at me as she leaned forward with her legs crossed. "I kind of did something that I think was wrong and it's kind of snowballed." This time, Janet broke the silence. "Tell me about it." "Well, she had been out late last week at a friend's house. And she didn't come home until 3AM. She had a curfew of 12. She never called or texted and never answered her phone. So we were worried." "Sure. Makes sense." "Her mom had to leave early that morning for a business trip, so I was left to deal with it. So, I told Brandi I was going to take her phone away - the one thing teenagers can't seem to be away from." "Sure. Sounds reasonable." "Yeah. Except she wouldn't give it to me. And as her stepdad, I don't feel like I have the same leverage with her. Anyway, we fought back and forth, and she refused to give me the phone. So, I asked her what she thought would be some alternative punishment." Janet was busy writing notes. "So, I had jokingly said in the course of fighting with her that she needed a good spanking. I really didn't mean it." Janet stopped writing and looked up into my eyes. "So, I was telling her to give me the phone, and she said she wouldn't, and I said well what do you suggest, and finally she said, well, why don't you do the thing you said. And at first, I didn't know what she was talking about. Anyway, long story short. She suggested that I spank her." "And did you?" Janet asked without a hint of judgment. I looked down and fidgeted for a moment. I looked back at Janet sitting across from me and I looked down again. I felt really guilty. After what seemed like forever, I feebly uttered, "Yes." Silence. Janet was writing notes. I didn't say anything - I just kept looking down at my feet. I saw that my left shoelace needed tightening so I reached down and tightened it. "So, go on." Janet said. "So, I didn't know what to do at first, and she kind of stood over me because I was sitting on the sofa. And I said, okay. Lay across my knee. I'm going to spank you." "How old is Brandi? I don't see that in my notes." "She turned 18 about three weeks ago." "Okay. Go on." "And I guess this detail is kind of important. I told her to pull down her jeans. So she laid across my lap with her, ah, uhmm, you know, ah, just her panties on." Janet stopped writing again and looked up at me. "And why did you ask her to do that?" "Because I thought that my hand wouldn't have an impact through her jeans. I figured that to make the spanking hurt, I needed to, ah, you know, spank her through less fabric." Janet didn't say anything. She wrote some more. Finally, she looked at me. "Okay. So, continue, please, Sam. I know this is difficult. Have you told anyone else about this?" "No. You are the first. And only person I plan to tell. But, ah, Brandi told one of her friends." "Oh? How do you know that?" "I overheard them whispering downstairs when I was upstairs doing some laundry. They were working on homework." When I said laundry I remembered the session I had in the bathroom with Brandi's panties. Was I going to confess all of my sins to this modern priestess? Or would I chicken out? I was feeling relief just in getting this off my chest, but how much confession was I willing to bear? "Tell me in summary what Brandi said." "Ah, well, just that she told Stephanie that it was her idea to have me spank her to get the punishment over with quick because she didn't want to lose her phone. And Stephanie kind of freaked out a little, calling the whole thing kind of creepy." "How did that make you feel? So, Stephanie is the friend of Brandi's?" "Yes, that's right. It made me feel like I was kind of a creep. I mean, I guess I'm here today because I agree with Stephanie. It is creepy for a 37-year-old man to be spanking his 18-year-old stepdaughter! Don't you think?" "Let's hold off on what I think. Let's get back to what you are feeling and what might be the best ways to deal with that? Okay?" "Okay, but there's something else about all this that I first heard in the conversation I overheard." "Okay. And I also want to get back to the rest of the spanking story. But go ahead." "So, Brandi confessed to Stephanie that the spanking made her, uhmm, ahh, how should I say this?" "Sam, you and I are adults here." "You're right. Well, Brandi told Stephanie that the spanking made her wet down there." Janet, it seems, couldn't help herself. She giggled and laughed out loud. "I'm sorry. Just the way you just said that. I know I shouldn't laugh, but let me just help you out here a little. First, it's perfectly natural for Brandi to feel that way after a spanking, especially after a male father figure spanks her. But this is no joking matter as I'm beginning to see a very serious dilemma for you here. And our goal should be that both you and Brandi and your wife can move past this without any long term damage. If I'm hearing you correctly, it's not like you planned or wanted to do this. Let's get back to the spanking. How hard and how long?" I looked at her for a second. "Okay, that came out wrong." Janet chuckled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. How long did the spanking last and how hard did you hit her?" "I hit her harder than I should have or wanted to. It just kind of took over and I like, wailed on her." "Were you angry?" "Yes. A little. I was frustrated that she wouldn't do what I wanted her to do which was give me her phone." "How long did the spanking last?" "Not long. I maybe smacked her seven or eight times. I kind of alternated between each of the cheeks of her butt." "And when did you do this? Tell me again?" "Let's see. Last Saturday morning." "And when you got here, you said you cooked dinner for your wife and the two of you were intimate? When did that happen?" "Ah, well, I think I see where you may be going here. Uhmm, that was Monday night. Just two days ago." Janet wrote some more notes and adjusted her glasses. "So, how badly was Brandi hurt? Did she cry?" "Yes. Yes she did. In fact that's when I stopped. I heard her crying and whimpering and when she stood up, there were tears and mascara all over her face. I felt really, really bad. I hugged her and told her I was sorry. And she said that it was okay. It's what she wanted." "How did the spanking make you feel?" "I felt bad. I felt guilty." "No. I understand that. How did it make you feel sexually?" Here we go. I was going to have to give it all up. My high priestess of the modern era was going to get it out of me. "I had an erection." I said quietly. "And Brandi felt it because she told Stephanie that she felt my hard on through her panties." "Okay. What did you do about it? Anything? Did you masturbate?" I looked down again. I had a habit of doing that. Janet reached across and touched my arm, and I looked up at her. "Sam. It's okay." She said softly. "I know this is difficult for you." I swear I knew there was a reason why I loved coming to talk to her. She was always so understanding and gentle. "Janet, I, I did masturbate, yes, I did. Not once, but twice. The first time I had this pornographic picture of this young blonde girl who looks like Brandi. And when I started to, ah, uhmm, uhmm, orgasm, I yelled out Brandi's name." Janet had stopped writing and was looking gently into my eyes. "It's okay. And the second time?" "Ah, Jesus. The girls were downstairs doing homework and I was doing the laundry, and I found, uhmm, uhmm. . ." I choked up a bit and cleared my throat. "I found Brandi's panties that she had been wearing when I spanked her the night before. And, they were, ah, ah, you know, damp. And I, I, I ah sniffed them." Janet didn't say anything. She just kept looking at me gently with her hand on my arm. "Okay." She whispered. "And then what?" "I had an erection, and I went to the bathroom with her panties. And I smelled them again, and it gave me a head rush. They smelled all musky and perfumey - this kind of perfume that Brandi wears that a lot of teenagers wear. From Victoria's Secret. And it just made me, I don't know, crazy! I pulled my pants down and rubbed myself and kept smelling her panties. And then finally I started rubbing her panties around my, you know, my thing, and I orgasmed all over them." I stopped talking. All was quiet. Janet didn't say anything. She sat back and jotted down a few notes. I felt relieved. Almost sexually relieved but not quite. Like this burden was now out there. "But Janet there's more that you need to understand." "Okay." "That night, after Stephanie left, Brandi went up to her room, and, ah, uhmm. . ." Janet, for once, cut me off. "You didn't have sex with her, did you?" "NO! No, no, no." I stopped. "I saw her masturbating." "Okay. How did you see this? Was her door open?" "Yes. A crack, anyway, that was wide enough to see her bent over her daybed. Her knees were on the floor. And she had a hand down there between her legs. I could see her butt poking in the air. She had pulled her panties down. And, ah, here's the thing that got me. She was sometimes smacking her butt with her other hand - you know, like spanking it. Oh, Janet, what the hell have I unleashed?" Janet stopped writing and looked at me. "First, let's get a couple of things straight. Stop beating yourself up. Second, an 18-year-old girl is bound to experiment sexually and masturbate. That is perfectly normal. In fact, I'd be surprised if she hadn't done it long before now. But it does seem pretty clear that the spanking was a sexual experience for her." She stopped talking for a moment as if in thought. "And, obviously, for you too. The thing we need to figure out together is what best to do about it to minimize long term issues and to avoid crossing any more societal, taboo lines. I guess you know that Brandi is a bit old for a spanking? Not to mention she's a fully developed young woman." "Yes! I agree. This needs to come to a quick halt. But I don't think I can turn my feelings off like a faucet. And I'm pretty sure Brandi can't either. Oh, God. This is not good." Janet didn't say anything. She was looking over her notes as if deep in thought. "Let's talk about why you are feeling this way toward your stepdaughter." "What is there to talk about? Isn't it obvious?" "You tell me. What do you mean by 'obvious'?" "I mean, she's a beautiful young girl who looks a lot like her mother, whom I love. Brandi is freakin' young and beautiful - she could be a Playboy model. Aren't all those girls like, 18 or 19? Men want that. And she really does look like a younger version of her mother." "Do you think the sexual excitement also stems from the taboo nature of it?" "Ah, well, yes. I guess you're right. It's a turn on, I suppose, to want what you aren't allowed to have. So what do I do about my lust and hers?" "What do you think you should do?" "I need to rein it in. But how? And how do I keep her from making overtures?" "First, you and Brandi need to talk about these feelings openly but in private. And you need to explain to her why they cannot be acted upon. It's okay for her to fantasize, and it's okay for you to fantasize too, but you can't cross the line. And no more spankings. You think you can keep this desire wrapped up in your mind?" "I don't know, Janet. I don't want to hurt Brandi or my wife." "Up to this point, you've done something pretty minor, and I'm willing to bet that over the next few weeks, Brandi's feelings for you will subside. Especially if she gets a boyfriend - that might be a good idea to encourage." Janet paused. "But you can't stoke the fire, Sam. Understand?" "I hear you. I understand, but Janet, I just don't know if I have the willpower." "What's the alternative, Sam? Do you really want to see where your lust and her desires will take you? I'm not sure you'll be happy with the results." "I had this dream last night. I was lying in bed naked but chained to the bedposts. I couldn't move. And this woman came in and started tickling my feet. I didn't recognize her. She was just this figure in the darkness of my dream. But the more she tickled my feet, I didn't laugh. Instead, my, ah, ah, penis got harder. Like she was pumping it up through tickling me. And I wanted her to stop. But she wouldn't. And I awoke thrashing around in the bed and my penis was throbbing." "Do you feel the tickling was a kind of torture? Tickle torture?" "Yes. Yes, it was. And I couldn't stop her. And at first I liked it, but then I didn't want her to do it anymore. And my penis hurt." "Is this your subconscious telling you that Brandi is hurting you? Torturing you?" "I don't know! But she doesn't mean it if she is doing it. She's just an innocent girl. And, and, she seems to be exploring, trying to find her way. I just can't understand why she wouldn't want to go after a guy her own age. Why me?" "I'm not so sure that she was after you based on your story. The spanking seems to have lit a spark. Did she in any way act seductive to you prior to the incident you told me about?" "No. No, I don't think so. Although she used to dress really baggy; we even called her frumpy Brandi. But a few months ago, she started wearing more provocative clothes. And I think the timing of that has to do with the changes in her body. So, she does walk around sometimes in her underwear at night. But I never thought of it as seduction. It was just Brandi going to bed." "And now, after the spanking, she's acting differently?" "Uhmm, yeah. Definitely. I mean what I overheard. The masturbating. Yes, she's trying to become a sexual being." "I think you're right, Sam. And, you were the catalyst. And now you're in quite a predicament. Look, one thing that makes an adult an adult is the ability to self-regulate. Brandi probably can't do that very well as a teenager. But you can. You can rein this in. You have the power to write this narrative. Don't let Brandi write it for you. You may come to regret it. For both your sakes, WRITE the narrative, Sam." I sighed heavily. After a long pause and staring off at Janet's blue walls, I turned to her. "Okay. You're right. I will write the narrative." "Good. Let's meet again in a month and see where you are." "Okay, Janet. Thank you, again." Desires within Young Girls Ch. 07 Chapter 7—Things are Getting Tense It all seemed like very good advice. The hard part now was following Janet's admonitions. For a couple of weeks, I managed. Oh, there were times when I could tell Brandi was teasing me, even suggesting once that she had been bad and that I should spank her. And she giggled at the thought and smiled at me sweetly. But one Friday night, my torment was tested beyond the bounds of almost any man's willpower. I walked down the hallway toward Brandi's bedroom. Her door was open and her light was on. Her mom was out of town again on a weekend trip with some girlfriends. As I passed by to go to the guest bedroom at the end of the hallway to retrieve a book, I saw Brandi standing with her back to me looking in her mirror. She was completely naked. I saw that sweet, heart-shaped ass, and my heart skipped. Through the mirror she saw me stop and stare. I couldn't help myself. I just stopped and stood there, staring at her gorgeous nakedness. She slowly turned around and returned the stare. And it was then that I saw those wonderful round globes with puffy nipples, just like the girl I jerked off to in the picture! The whole moment reminded me of that scene in Witness when Harrison Ford saw Kelly McGillis in the bathroom naked, and she turned and just looked at him. It was a key moment, because he knew he couldn't do anything about what he was feeling. And if he did, their lives would have changed forever—and likely ruined. It was forbidden fruit. She looked at me with the most seductive look I have ever seen. Standing there with her arms at her side, eyes wide staring me down, daring me to come in her room. A little pout in her lips. Her hair tousled with a strand hanging across her face. Slowly, my gaze went down from her tits to her belly, and her belly button ring she bought when she was 17, to her little coochie. She had a very small patch of peach fuzz around it; it was obvious that she had been shaving to keep it trim. I continued my gaze down her thighs, to her cute little knees with little freckles on them, to her ankles with the bracelet around the left one, to her feet and the toe ring on her right. I drank her in. My dick grew harder and harder. "I, I, I, I'm sorry, Brandi. I didn't know you were, ah, uhmm, . . . ." She didn't bail me out. She just kept the seductive stare on. "I think I should go. I'm really sorry." And I turned and went back the other way. Jesus. What was I going to do? Her mom was gone, and my just turned 18-year-old stepdaughter was seducing me. NO! She was writing the narrative! Unbelievable. Like a page right out of Playboy. I went downstairs to regain my composure. Within a few minutes, Brandi came down the stairs wearing a lovely spring dress, black shoes, little white socks, and a cute little sweater around her shoulders. She acted like nothing had just happened. "Sam. I'm going out with Stephanie to a party at Veronica's house. I promise I'll be back by 12." "Okay. Hold on. The parents are there, yes?" "Yes, Sam." "Okay, it's 8:30 now. You need to be home before 12. Understand?" "Yes. I got it. Bye!" And off she went. I was home alone with my thoughts and a raging hard on. I thought about masturbating until I turned blue, but instead, I found that book I was looking for, poured a single malt scotch, and settled in to an evening of reading. I waited up for Brandi. Needless to say, she did not return home by 12. At 12:15, I called her cell. No answer. I was trying to decide, should I be mad? Or was this a setup, so she could get another spanking? At precisely 12:27, she strode in the door. "I'm soooooooooo sorry I'm late. I lost track of time, and then realized it was after 12, so I jumped in the car and left. I'm really sorry." "Okay. Do you think there should be a consequence, Brandi?" "Not my phone, Sam. Please." "Okay, Brandi. Then what?" "Well, I don't know. " She got quiet. After a long pause, she finally said, "What about another . . .you know." "Spanking?" "Yeah." "I don't think that's a good idea, Brandi." "Why not? It worked last time." "Brandi, I think we need to talk about that. It's not right for me to spank you. You are a grown girl, and it's not appropriate. And look I know you have some feelings you might be struggling with. And it's my fault. And I need to help both of us get past them so that we can move on and keep our relationship more like father and daughter." I felt like I was rambling. Brandi didn't say a thing. Instead, she walked boldly over to the sofa where I was sitting and started to lift her dress and bend down over my lap. "Whoa, whoa. Brandi, didn't you hear anything I just said?" "Why not, Sam? It'll be quick and over. Mom's not here, so she won't find out." She laid herself over my lap with her dress up around her waist, revealing the cutest set of black and orange striped panties. She put her knees on the floor just like last time and leaned over on to the couch. And waited. I looked down at what was on my lap, and my erection started to grow. Brandi's voice lowered. "Since you've already seen me naked, why not this time to make it a little more, you know, like a punishment, I could slide my panties down," and she slowly pushed them down, "and you could spank my naked bottom." "Okay, Brandi. This is NOT a good idea." But before I could push her away, she had a hold of my arm and was lifting it up to make me spank her. "Just go ahead. Spank me. . . .Daddy." Oh my God! Did she just say that? Something took over me, and I raised my hand up and came down on her right ass cheek with a powerful smack! She winced and lurched. I raised up and came down again on her left ass cheek. She winced and lurched forward. I did it again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, like something unleashed inside of me. She was whimpering and sniffling now, and I stopped and looked at her ass and the red marks where my hand had landed. She squirmed and wiggled in my lap and lifted her ass up towards me. I saw her very wet pussy and wanted so badly to slip my fingers in there and fondle her. And then I wanted to stick my nose and my tongue down there and lick her to orgasm. But I stopped. Somehow I got a hold of myself. I had to get a hold of the narrative! Wrestle it away from her! I caressed her ass one last time. Then with all the power I could muster, I took my hand away and said, "Okay. We are done. You can pull up your panties and pull down your dress." She didn't move. She just kept her ass on my lap and squirmed. Between her sniffles, she whispered, "Are you sure we are done, Sam? Maybe you should spank your bad girl just a little bit more." My hard on was raging now. And she knew it. This time her pussy was bare on my lap. She couldn't miss the bulge pushing against her pussy lips, wanting desperately to be set free to fuck her little hole. Finally I said rather sternly, "Brandi, you have to get up and pull up those panties and pull down that dress." "Sam, please!" "Brandi. I mean it. We shouldn't be doing this." "I saw you and mom fucking. I saw the whole thing." "What? You did? What did you see?" "I don't want to talk about it; I just, just . . . ." She pulled up her panties, straightened her dress and wiped her smeared mascara from her face. "You just what?" "I just want you to show me. That's all." "Oh, good Lord. Brandi, I can't . . . ." I'm sure I looked defeated and depressed. Because at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to show her, to teach her, to fuck her. . . . I wanted to make love to her. I wanted to nuzzle her neck and hair and caress her breasts and suck those puffy nipples. I wanted to lick her and inhale her odor deeply. Brandi turned to me pouting. "You're no fun." And she stomped up the stairs. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 08 Chapter 8—Feeling the Love My ass was stinging, and my pussy was soaked. I think Sam hit me harder this time than he did the first time. Plus, he smacked my bare ass. Believe it or not, those thin little panties at least provided some layer of protection. How much longer will it be before he fucks me? Why is he hesitating? I couldn't believe how forthright I was in telling Sam to spank me some more. I had just gotten finished telling Stephanie and Veronica at the party how confused I was. But I sure didn't sound like it a few minutes ago. In fact, I was so horny I couldn't stand it. I had that tingly feeling down there, so I had to relieve myself. So, I closed my door (I decided not to give Sam the satisfaction of watching me masturbate.) I started rubbing my already soaking wet little hole, sticking my fingers in there and massaging my now swollen clit. I had barely started to frig myself when there was a knock on my door. "Brandi? It's Sam. We need to talk, honey. Can I come in?" I froze. I didn't say anything, waiting to see if Sam would go away or knock again. After a few moments, my door pushed open and Sam stood at the door way looking at me on the daybed. I had pulled the covers over me when I heard the door knock, and underneath I was partially naked. My dress was on the floor, and my panties were around my ankles. I had pulled my bra down before I had started masturbating, but I put it back around my breasts when Sam opened the door. The light was on beside my bed. "Brandi? Are you okay? I think we need to talk." I looked at him without saying anything. He stood there looking back, leaning against the door frame. Instead of saying anything, I stared back at him and pulled the covers down revealing by bra. I kept looking at him. Then I pulled the covers all the way back, revealing my spread legs and naked pussy. I moved my fingers down to my hole. With my other hand I pushed my bra down. I looked at him for a moment more, and then I rubbed my nipples and pushed my head back against the pillow. I pushed two fingers into my tight hole and fucked myself right in front of him--in and out fast, then slow, fast, then slow. All the while, I rubbed that little cleft of skin at the top of my pussy lips, kneading it with my other hand. Sam didn't say anything, but I knew he was watching me touch myself. It felt a lot more intimate than I thought it would. I was even thinking that this might be too intimate, but I kept rubbing and touching my sex. I kept my head back so as not to look at him. I took two fingers and slid them between my slit, and then like scissors, used them to open my lips so he could see the pink softness of the inside of my pussy. I was soooo wet that I'm sure he could see the glistening of my juices in the soft light. I began to moan and roll my head from side to side as I fingered myself. After some time—I kind of lost track—I could feel my orgasm building, and I sat up and looked at him. I licked my fingers and tasted myself, and finally my little bud started to quiver, and I started to shake, and within moments I had one of the most incredible orgasms my little teenage body had ever had! My pussy was tingling all over and my ass was on fire. I screamed out all the while looking at Sam. He never took his eyes off of me. I slowed my rubbing down and finally pulled the covers back over me. I wanted Sam more than anything to walk over and fuck and talk dirty to me like he does to my mom! But he never moved. But he looked shattered. His mouth was open, but he was speechless. "I guess there's nothing to talk about," I finally said. Sam couldn't speak. Finally, he swallowed hard and said, "Brandi, that was, was, ah, the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed! I, I, don't know what to say. You're so, so beautiful! You take my breath away!" I was beaming inside! I just gave Sam a show that he'll never forget! And at that point, I knew I had the control. I had him! It was only a matter of time now before he would fuck me! And I decided then that I would make him wait for it. Even if he wanted to come over and fuck me right then, I wasn't going to let him. "I'm glad you liked it, Sam." I said quietly. "I'm pretty tired. I think I'll go wash up and go to bed." And with that, I got up and walked right past him to the bathroom and closed the door. I couldn't believe how brazen I was! What has happened to me? I never acted like this before! I felt this kind of freedom and confidence that I never had before! And to think that I was still technically a virgin! As I returned to my bed, I heard noises coming from Sam's and mom's bedroom. I knew it! Sam was masturbating. I crept to the door to listen. Sam was softly moaning, and I imagined him stroking his big cock! I was giddy! I had made him so hot he couldn't help himself. I heard him moaning louder now and what sounded like the noise made when a man is stroking his cock with some lube, a faint squishing noise. Suddenly, Sam cried out loud enough for me to hear as I stood by his door, but not too loudly, "Oh, my god, Brandi, I'm cumming all over your sweet little pussy, baby. Take that jizz. Oh, yes, baby, yes. My sweet little honey pot!" I was awestruck, not believing what I was hearing. Sam was fantasizing about fucking me! Yay! As the noises subsided, I quickly ran back to my room and closed the door. Wow! What a fucking night! I was exhausted. I crawled into bed and hugged my pillow, all the while thinking I was cuddling close to Sam. I fell asleep with that warm feeling between my legs and a smile on my face. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 09 Chapter 9—Give Me the Details I awoke the next morning feeling completely rested! I sat up in my daybed and started thinking about last night, the party, the spanking, the masturbating in front of Sam, and hearing him masturbate afterwards. Earlier that night at the party, I had told Stephanie and Veronica about all the details of seeing Sam and my mom fuck. I had told Stephanie a little about it soon after it happened. But she wanted all the gory details. I remember the conversation going something like this: "So you watched mom and stepdad fuck. Tell me all the details." "Yes. I snuck up to the door and opened it enough to see." "And, so, was it like hot?" "Mom got on top and fucked Sam and whispered stuff in his ear, like she was his whore or whatever." "Are you serious? Oh my God, Brandi. Are you alright?" "What are you all talking about?" Veronica butted in. "Brandi saw her stepdad and mom fucking." Stephanie explained. "Really? Was it dirty or, like, boring sex like my parents have?" "Sounds pretty dirty to me." Stephanie noted. "Mom was talking dirty to Sam." "Do tell." Veronica so wanted to know. "Let's change the subject. It's too much." "Oh, no. You can't stop now. What happened after your mom told Sam to call her a whore?" "He went down between her legs and started licking her pussy." "Oooh. Sounds like fun." Stephanie cooed. "I so want to get my pussy licked." "She had this crazy orgasm, and then he told her to get down on her knees on the floor. And he started fucking her mouth." "What?" Stephanie cried. "And he stuck his cock in her mouth and like called her a slut." "OH. . . . MY. . . GOD!!!!!" "I know. It was sooooooooo weeeirrrrd. And he was like pushing his cock all the way down her throat and pulling her hair and stuff." Veronica was wide-eyed. "Did he like cum in her mouth?" "How big is he?" Stephanie wanted to know. "It was big and swollen. And, no, he didn't cum in her mouth. Worse. He stepped back and came on her face. And then my mom started licking his dick while his cum was still coming out." Veronica's mouth was open, but she was speechless. Stephanie started making a face like it was gross. "That is so gross." Stephanie cried. "Do guys like want to do that shit? Like cum on our face like we're porn stars or something?" "I guess. So, then I like snuck back to my room. I was ruined, but like really horny!" "Brandi! Shut up. Did you like go masturbate or whatever?" "Uhmmmm. Kind of." Stephanie was incredulous! "Really? You really are crushin' on Daddy. " "Stephanie, shut up. What the fuck is wrong with me?" "I don't know, sis. What are you going to do?" "I don't know. And then, just before I came to the party, Sam saw me naked and I didn't even like cover up. I just stood there totally naked staring at him." "And what did he do?" "He like just stared at me. His eyes just followed my whole body down to my feet." "Were you like walking around naked or something?" "NO, Stephanie! I was in my room getting ready and the door was open. And I was standing in front of the mirror, and he like walked by, and I saw him through the mirror looking at my ass." "Oh my god, Brandi. He so wants to fuck you." "I know." "And it sounds like you are leading him to it. Like, you want him to want to fuck you." "Do I? Maybe I do." Stephanie clarified. "I mean, I'm not saying that you want him to fuck you, just that, maybe, you know, you like the attention. Do you want him to fuck you?" "I don't know. I'm like totally confused." I turned to Veronica. "Veronica! Do you have anything to say or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open?" "I'm, I'm, I'm like, I don't know, Brandi. Wow. I'm thinking about what it would be like to have a guy cum on my face. Is it like warm and sticky? I haven't even jerked a guy off or given a blowjob or anything." "Neither have we! Okay? Right, Stephanie? You haven't like jerked a guy off or sucked anybody, have you?" Stephanie got real quiet. "Stephanie! Why didn't you tell us? Who did you do it with?" "I like gave Bobby a hand job and he came in my hand." "When?" "Like a week ago or whatever. We went to the movies, and afterwards, he was driving me home, and it was dark, and we stopped at the end of my street by the woods. And he like started kissing me, and he wanted to fuck me, and I said I wasn't ready for that, but I told him I would give him a hand job instead, and he said okay. So, I like undid his zipper and it was really hard, but small." "Like how small?" I asked. "Like five inches or whatever. I don't know! I didn't like pull out a measuring stick and measure it!" "I think my stepdad's must be like eight inches. It's humongous!" "So then what happened?" Veronica asked. "I just started rubbing it, and he told me to spit on my hand, so I did, and he started bucking and grabbing my tits, and he like creamed all over my hand and his dick. It took like less than five minutes. Guys are turds." "So was it sticky?" Veronica just had to know. "Yeah. And warm." "What did you do with it?" "With what? His dick?" "NO! His cum." "I licked my fingers and smeared it all over my face! Jesus, Veronica! What do you think I did with it? I got a tissue out of my purse and wiped it up." "Was he happy?" I asked. "I guess. He looked happy." "Oh, guys. What am I going to dooooooooooo?" I moaned. "I think you are going to get Sam to fuck you." "Should I? Is that too weird?" "Yeah, it's pretty weird." Stephanie said. "But we were just talking about that in that sex ed class I'm taking. Something about the edible complex or something? How guys wanna fuck their moms or something." "But, Stephanie, I'm a girl, and I want to fuck my stepdad. How is that the same? That doesn't make any sense." "Oh, see. You do wanna do it with your stepdad. You just admitted it. Hey, look at it this way. It seems like he has a lot of experience, and he's super cute. He could teach you the moves. It's not like he's really your dad anyway. Think of it as an older guy. Some girls like older guys." "Do you?" "I don't know. I wouldn't kick your stepdad out of bed. Like I told you, he is so sexy with that stubble on his face." Veronica finally piped up. "I would totally fuck your stepdad." "Veronica! Really?" "Yeah. I've always thought he was hot—that wavy hair and body. And Stephanie is right—I love his face when he hasn't shaved in a day. Let's face it. As hot as your mom is, she's not going to fuck some ugly dude." Stephanie piped up. "Eight inches though. That's pretty big. He would totally split my little pussy in two. I'm thin-boned." "Stephanie. Shut up. He would not." I countered. "Is he going to spank us for our birthdays? Hey. Maybe we should have him be our only chaperone to the beach, and then he can spank and fuck us. You know, like be our teacher. He would totally love that." "You know, he probably would. He so likes girls. I think he's always masturbating." "How do you know?" Stephanie asked. "I've heard him doing it in the bathroom. And he has these pictures on his iPad of all these like naked girls with their pussies shaved." "How do you know that?" "Cause I saw them on there when I used it one day. Blondes, redheads, brunettes. And no hair around their pussies. That's like the first thing I noticed." "Oooooh. Maybe that's the reason why we are all shaving. All the guys are watching too much fucking porn." Veronica said. "Okay. Can we PLEASE stop talking about this?" I begged. I needed some air. A few minutes later, I found Stephanie again talking to some guy. "Where are Veronica's parents?" "Got me. I think they're upstairs." "How long is this party going for?" "It looks like it's about done. It's almost 12." "Oooh. I'm supposed to be home by 12, or Sam's gonna take my phone." "Why don't you let him spank you again? You liked that." Stephanie started giggling. "Stephanie. Shut up. But maybe I should see what he does. Should I tease him?" "I don't know, Brandi. Could get you into trouble." "Maybe I need to see where this is going to go." "You crazy girl." Desires within Young Girls Ch. 10 Chapter 10—Who's in Charge? I had spanked Brandi again last night. I couldn't believe it. And without her panties on. What's wrong with me? And I really enjoyed it. And then I watched Brandi masturbate, again, and I didn't stop her! Oh my god! This was insane. I was insane. And now, all I wanted to see was that gorgeous ass laid out in front of me. Only this time I wanted to fuck her. I had lost the battle. Brandi now had firm control of the narrative, and I was at her mercy. She knew it, and I knew it. I had the sinking feeling that I no longer had control of the events in my life—that I couldn't muster the courage, the fortitude, the will power to say no to her. She was going to get her way; she was going to get me to fuck her. And there wasn't a thing I could do about it. Brandi came down for breakfast around 10. I had made scrambled eggs and bacon, and she was starving. "Brandi. Should we talk about last night?" "What is there to talk about?" She looked despondent. "I don't know, Brandi. We said some things to each other. And I saw you. . ." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Sam, I really don't want to talk about it." "Why not?" "Because." "Because why?" "I just don't. Okay? I'm going out tonight with Stephanie and Veronica. Just the three of us." "Okay. Where are you going? When are you coming back?" "We're going to the mall and then maybe a movie. I don't know. Around 10. Can I have some money?" "Oh, man. You and the money thing. This is getting to be a pattern. I spank you and you ask for money." "Please, Sam?" She came over to me and put her arms around me and whispered in my ear, "I could buy some panties at Victoria's Secret and wear them for you tonight." She pushed my hand down around her ass. "I know you like to look at me." "Brandi." I whispered back in her ear, smelling her perfumed hair. She whispered again, "I want you to do more than just look at me or spank me. I know you saw me masturbate the first time when my door was open. And now you saw me again last night. You know what I want." Brandi was rubbing my crotch. I couldn't believe how forward she had become! This was not the Brandi I knew just a few short weeks ago! I didn't say anything. I just kept nuzzling her hair, feeling my dick get harder and harder against her. "I want you to touch me." She continued. "Like I said last night, I saw you and mom fucking a couple weeks ago. I want you to do that to me. To fuck me hard and rough. I want you to teach me." She licked my ear lobe. I could barely move. I was paralyzed. One part of me wanted to throw her down on the floor right there. And another part of me kept saying don't do it. "Are you a virgin, Brandi?" I whispered. "For now." And with that she pushed away from me. "So, can I have some money, Sam, please? Pretty please?" I gave her 50 bucks and out the door she went. By the time she came home that evening, I was drinking. Scotch. Glenmorange. I had just started my third, and I was buzzing and listening to Jimmy Smith's "Midnight Special." "Hi, Brandi. Welcome home." "What are you drinking?" "Scotch. Want some?" "Oooh. No. Do you have any vodka?" "You drink vodka, young lady? Since when?" "I don't know. I've like tried it." "Okay. Look in the cabinet. I'm letting you have one shot. Maybe two." Brandi didn't waste any time. She found the vodka, poured a shot, and threw it back. I had a feeling this was going to be a long night. And my defenses were down and out. We both knew what was going to happen. And I no longer cared. Brandi poured another. "Whoa, young lady." "Sam, you said I could have two." "I said maybe." "I'll just drink this and go upstairs and model for you what I bought." She downed it and bounded up the stairs. I poured another scotch and retired to the sofa where I waited for Brandi to come down. She emerged from the stairs a few minutes later wearing nothing but a pink push-up bra and matching pink panties. As I looked closer, two little red cherries adorned the top of her panties. Her panties wrapped tight around her ass and slender legs with a little pink ribbon sitting just above the triangle that formed around the sweet softness of her sex. I was done. "Do you like them?" "I love them." I said. She walked over to me and laid across my lap. "So you can see a little closer. Why don't you touch them?" This time, I didn't hesitate. I rubbed my hand across her ass, squeezing each ass cheek and kneading them in my hands like dough. "Are you going to spank your bad little girl?" Brandi whispered as she reached around and grabbed my hand. "Spank me, please, Sam. Please." She begged and begged in a whispered, low voice. I slid her panties slowly down. "Spank me hard!" I came down on her ass with a wallop that made her jump! She winced out loud. I smacked her again, a bit softer this time, and then again, alternating between hard and soft smacks. Brandi whimpered and wiggled her butt, raising it up to me to hit it again. I hit her ass three more times until I couldn't take it anymore. Her wiggling little ass had pushed me over the edge—an edge that I knew from which there was no return. I wanted the forbidden zone. I wanted to touch her there. No! I had to touch her there! I was shaking and my heart was beating fast. I looked at her ass cheeks and her soft, glistening pussy peeking out between them. I breathed heavily; my head was swimming from the alcohol and my now uncontrollable lust. I found her little wetness with my probing fingers and began to rub between the folds of those soft, forbidden, sweet, pouty lips. She moaned in between sniffles. I was heady. Between the scotch, the smell of this sweet, vanilla perfume she was wearing, and her utterly stunning ass and body, I was lightheaded. I slowly inserted a finger inside of her. That was the act that pushed me over the edge. I had invaded that sweet wetness inside of her. She was tight and she gripped it with her pussy lips. I pushed in a little deeper and twisted it around her wet little hole. My thumb moved across the hood of her clitoris, and she moaned even more loudly. She lifted her ass closer to me as I rubbed and stroked her slit and pushed my fingers into her. She moaned again. I lifted her up off my lap and moved her around so that she was kneeling on the floor and her torso was on the sofa with her ass poking out. I turned her knees in and pointed her feet out, just like she was when she was masturbating the first time. I buried my nose and mouth in her pussy. And I started to lick and dart my tongue in and out of her hole. My tongue found her clitoris, and I licked and darted and flicked my tongue all over and in her wetness. She was sopping and moaning loudly now and cooing. She turned to look at me and I saw her tear-stained face, her mascara running, her hair tousled. And she moaned and cried as I darted my tongue and licked her sex. She had a very trim little cunt, but I made a mental note that we were going to have do a little shaving—maybe even a Brazilian wax as a belated birthday present. She tasted divine as she had sprayed a little perfume down there, and so I could smell her mixed with the heady vanilla scent of her perfume. I licked and fingered Brandi until she was sopping and moaning almost uncontrollably. She moved around and whispered. "Sam, please. Now. I need to see your dick, and I need it inside me." I turned her around on her back and stood up. Her face was a mess, but an incredibly erotic mess, and she was beyond turned on. She kept fingering her sopping wet cunt while I undid my jeans and slid them off. Then I slid down my underwear and my raging hard on sprang to life. Brandi watched me as I stripped. When my cock sprang out, she seemed awestruck--her mouth open wide. "Oh my God! Can I touch it?" "Yes." I said and pointed it towards her. She took it in her hands and began rubbing it up and down. "Touch my balls, baby." She did as asked and began to gently knead them in her hands. "Have you ever sucked a guy, Brandi?" "Not exactly." "Do you want to put it in your mouth?" "I don't know. It's so big." She whispered. "I tell you what. Let's save that for another time. Lay back, baby." Brandi laid back on the sofa, and I gently pushed her legs back, pushing her knees towards her ears. I licked her some more until she was squirming underneath me, and then decided it was time. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it against her pussy lips up and down along her slit. Then, I slowly began to push the head into her tight, forbidden little fuck hole. It was easier because she was so wet. I pulled her bra straps down and lowered her bra to set her tits free. And there I saw the most loveliest of nipples, swollen and puffy. "Ah, Brandi. I want to suck your nipples." And I took her right tit in my mouth and sucked her in and I kneaded and sucked her left tit, all the while slowly pushing my cock a little further into her. Her breasts were soft and warm and full. I moved from her tit and nuzzled her neck and ear, nibbling on her ear lobe. "Oh, baby, I so want to fuck you. Hard and deep, Brandi." I whispered in her ear. She wrapped her legs around me almost instinctively, and whispered back, "Please fuck me, Sam. I want to be your bad little girl." "You are my bad girl, Brandi." I pushed deeper as her pussy gripped my cock tighter than I have ever felt in a long time. And when my cock was about half way inside of her, I felt this very tight resistance. Was it her hymen? Does that stay intact even after you've masturbated with your fingers? I didn't know, nor did I care. I was going to take all of her, and I wanted my cock buried in to the deepest part of her womb. I pushed a little more, a little more, and then with one full thrust, I plunged my cock up to my balls into her and she squealed out a loud moan and threw her arms around my head. "Oh, God, that hurt." She cried. But at that moment my thrusts met no resistance, she was wet and tight, and it felt oh so fucking goooooooooooooood! I fucked her hard, thrusting and thrusting and she was panting and moaning and crying and cooing and clutching my neck and pressing her breasts up to my chest and rubbing her hair into my skull. And just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer, I felt her whole pussy, her lips, and her whole body contract around me. For a split second she was frozen, and I raised up to look at her gorgeous, messy face, and she let out this long moan as she grabbed my neck and pulled me close. "Oh my God, I'm cumming, Sam! I'm cumming. You feel so fuckingggg gooooooooddd inside of me." And she bucked and bucked and bucked underneath me. And it was more than my cock could take. On her last buck, I thrust into her one last time and shot a load of cum deep inside her hole that must have come from the deep recesses of my soul. The feeling was an overwhelming release of pressure inside of her. It was the most intense explosion of cum I think I have ever experienced. It felt like a rope coming out of me, and it seemed endless. Ropes and ropes of cum and then more ropes of cum. When I finished, she was crying, and I looked down and slowly pulled out of her. My dick was covered in her blood and juice. And my own cum was dripping from her hole. It felt like I splooged a gallon inside of her. "Brandi." I panted. "Are you okay?" "Huh? I can't, can't, talk. I'm like floating." She finally looked up at me and looked down at her crotch which was a mess of cum and pussy juice and blood. "Oh my God. What happened? I think I blacked out? Sam! Come here and hold me!" I wrapped my arms around her and, for the first time, kissed her deeply on the mouth, sucking her lips and tongue, and cradling her head and her gorgeous hair in my hands. She was crying and panting. "I love you, Sam. I fucking love you." "I love you too my darling. That was some seriously incredible sex." "My God. Am I hurt down there? I'm like bleeding." "I know, baby. I think that's what left of your virginity. I just popped your cherry." To all: I am hard at work on the rest of this novel which I hope to publish at some point. I have a few more chapters that are near completion, but the novel is not complete. There are quite a few twists and turns coming, and I appreciate all of the comments and suggestions and am making adjustments to this story based on your feedback. Please let me know if you would like more chapters even though the story is still unfinished. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 11 Chapter 11—Keepin' it on the Down Low I just had to tell Stephanie what had happened last night. I couldn't believe it. Sam and I actually fucked! I woke up to a sore pussy, but I was happy. I threw on some clothes and came bounding down the stairs. Sam was making breakfast. "Hey." I said. I wasn't sure how to act around Sam after what happened. But luckily, he walked over to me, lifted my chin with his finger, looked in my eyes and kissed me long on the mouth. "Hey, yourself. Are you okay?" "I think so. It kind of hurts down there." "Really? You mean, like sore?" "A little. I guess." "You'll be fine, sweetheart. I made you some eggs and bacon, and, your favorite—pancakes!" "Oh my God, I love you!" "Brandi, we probably need to talk about us." I didn't say anything. I just looked down at my phone. "My first question is something I should have asked you last night, but in the heat of the moment, didn't." "Okay. What?" "Are you on birth control?" "Yessssss. Mom took me a few weeks before I turned 18, and told me to start taking it. She said you never know what might happen." I giggled. "And have you been taking it?" "Every day!" "Good. What a relief. I was worried about that." "What's the next question?" "Well, I think we need to talk about going forward. Your mom comes home later this afternoon from her girls' trip." I didn't say anything. "Look. Last night was crazy. We both wanted it, and we did it. And I think now that we probably need to rein it in. That's all. Your mom can never know what we did." "Cause she'll leave you?" "NO! Cause she'll fucking kill me. I just took her daughter's virginity away in a night of pretty hot sex!" "But, Sam! I don't want to stop. I want you to teach me! Why can't we be secret?" "Because that will never work, Brandi. How can we be secret without her eventually finding out?" "But how can we just go on and live in the same house and act like nothing happened?" He knew I had a point because he stopped and looked at me with that frustrated look he gets when I don't do what he asks. "Sam, please!" I went over to him and put my arms around him and rubbed my breasts against him like I do when I want money. I whispered in his ear, "I want you to show me stuff. It'll be our little secret. We can be cool around mom and crazy when she's gone. You can teach me how to make love and how to suck you and how to please you." I licked his ear and pushed my nose against his neck. I felt him tingling. "Brandi." He whispered back. "I don't know. This isn't right. I'm not sure I can do this." "Yes you can. I want you to. What's so wrong with what we did? It's like Stephanie said. You aren't really my stepdad. You're like an older guy showing me the way." He pushed me away. "And a guy who is also fucking your mom! Jesus, Brandi. And how does Stephanie know about last night?" "She doesn't know about last night. But I told her about you spanking me and about how I was turned on and how I masturbated thinking about you. She thinks you're totally hot!" "Really?" "Yeah, so does Veronica too. She said that she would totally fuck you." "Oh my god! This is crazy." "No, it isn't. It's every man's dream, isn't it?" He looked at me again with that frustrated look. "I know you love my nipples. And my ass. You said it last night. You fucked me hard, Samuel! And I know you want to do it to me again. Don't lie! And I like totally want you to!" "I don't know, baby. I mean, it's true. You have the loveliest little heart-shaped ass and puffy, pink nipples that I could suck for eternity. But, Brandi! I am your stepdad despite what Stephanie said. And that means I shouldn't be doing what I'm doing. It's taboo!" He thought for a minute and then said, "Which is maybe why I want it so badly. Looking at you right now makes me crazy. I want to fuck you right now in the kitchen." "So, see? How can we just go around and act like nothing? We'll drive each other crazy! And besides, summer is almost here, and you know what I'll be wearing to the pool." He stood there again staring and thinking. And then he must have realized I was right. "That would be pure torture. You're right. We are going to have to keep this on the down low. Which means, Brandi, we can't screw this up!" "We won't!" I threw my arms around him. I was so happy. I wanted more than anything to try different sex stuff, but I was so scared to do it with any of the boys that I know. Sam makes me feel safe and loved. I can experiment with him, and I feel safe. Ever since Sam spanked me that first time, it's like he turned on a faucet inside of me. It's not like I hadn't felt sexual. I had. But I didn't feel like I do now. I want to be touched all the time now. I'm even sneaking in the bathroom at school to touch my pussy under my panties. "No, I'm serious. Your mom cannot find out what we are doing! That means you can't leave your phone around with texts that she can read. In fact, you can't text anybody about what we are doing. Do you understand? There can be nothing that can be traced back to us and our secret!" "Okay. I understand. I won't text Stephanie or Veronica or anybody about what we do." "I don't think you can even tell them, Brandi. It's gotta be a secret. What if they tell someone else? Like their parents?" "They aren't going to tell anybody. Especially not their parents! Geez! Stephanie keeps all of my secrets!" "Brandi. I don't think we can risk it." "Sam, please." I rubbed my breasts into his chest. "It'll be okay. Stephanie is cool. She won't tell. I promise." He looked at me right in my eyes, and I saw a pleading, a begging almost. He nuzzled my neck and hair and whispered, "I just don't want us to get hurt, Brandi. This could ruin me. And I don't want to hurt your mom. I love both of you. And now I love you like I love her." He squeezed me tight and buried his face in my hair and shoulder. I thought he was going to cry. I reached my arm up and stroked his hair and whispered back, "I love you too. This will be our secret. Mom won't find out. I'll make sure of it. I can't wait for you to show me everything, Samuel. . . . Everything." Desires within Young Girls Ch. 12 Chapter 11—A Love Pact Sealed in Cum What had I done? Of all the things in my life that I've done wrong, this rises to the top of the list. Not only had I fucked my stepdaughter and took away her virginity, I have made a pact with her to continue our naughty affair, in secret, right under her mom's nose, my wife! I'm a cad! This can only end very, very badly. But what was my tortured soul to do? Brandi was right. I couldn't continue to live in that house seeing her parade around half naked, wearing bikinis to the pool, panties to bed, and smelling that sweet teenage perfume that drives me crazy. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. I wished for the return of frumpy Brandi. The one who didn't tease my cock and drive me one step closer to insanity. I made up my mind. And I decided we needed to seal our love pact. We were standing in the kitchen holding each other. I had made her a big breakfast. Finally, I stepped back. "Let me feed you some pancakes, and when we are done, I have something we are going to do." "Does it involve sex?" "You'll see. Eat up." After breakfast, I told Brandi to go upstairs and put on a pair of her cutest, clean panties and put them on and come downstairs. I went upstairs as well and found a clean pair of boxers. We were going to do something I have always fantasized about. We had to do it now, because her mom was due home this afternoon. It was Sunday morning, and this was going to be more fun than church! I came down to the sofa in my boxers and t-shirt and waited for Brandi. She arrived wearing the cutest red panties and lacy bra from none other than, of course, Victoria's Secret, her new favorite place. I told her to sit beside me. "Pull your panties all the way off and give them to me." I pulled my fresh boxers all the way off and gave them to her. Her pussy glistened. It was already wet and her moistness seeped through to her pubic hair. I took a sniff of her panties and moaned softly. She smelled so good. "What are we going to do?" She asked coyly, already rubbing herself. "We are going to make a pact. Take my boxers and put them between your legs." I took her panties and began rubbing my cock with them. "Now, give me your hand. I want you to stroke my cock, nice and slow." I squirted some lube on her hand that I had brought down from the top drawer of my bureau. "While you stroke me, I'm going to rub you. Leave my boxers there beside your pussy, baby." I slowly rubbed the mound of her pubis, moving my middle finger up and down between the soft folds of her pussy lips. I rubbed the hood of her clit and slowly slid my middle finger inside of her, curling it up in search of her little button—that little g-spot to drive her crazy. Her breath quickened when I entered her, and she started breathing heavily. She threw her head back and closed her eyes and quietly began to moan. I wanted to hear her coo. Meanwhile, she was stroking my cock up and down, up and down. It was fully swollen in her small, lean hands. "Rub the head, baby. Yeah, like that." She cupped her hand around my mushroom head and stroked back down. I soon found her button—a little mound of tissue the size of a walnut inside her pussy. When I brushed over it with my finger, she moaned even louder. I started making small, light circles around her little spot, and she moaned faster and louder. And then the cooing started—short bursts of a high pitched moan over and over. I bent the palm of my hand over her mound and pressed lightly on her pussy while I stroked and circled her button with my middle finger. Her cunt lips rested between my index and ring finger, and every so often, I gently squeezed her lips while I circled her g-spot. She was stroking my cock faster and faster now and squeezing it. "Go all the way down to the base of my dick with your hand, Brandi." And she did. All the way down and all the back way up. "That's it, baby. Stroke my cock like a bad little girl." Her moans came quicker and quicker and louder and louder. I pushed my middle finger in a little farther, leaving her button, and then coming back to it, leaving and coming back. Suddenly, she tensed around my finger, took her other hand that wasn't stroking my cock and pushed it on top of my hand that was pressed against her little cunt. She pressed down hard and let out a loud cooing moan. I felt the flood of her pussy juices all around my finger and hand. Her face was taut and serious, eyes closed. I grabbed my boxers that were beside her and began to soak up her juices with it. I pushed the fabric against her little hole and pushed them inside of her, pushing my boxers further and further up her little fuck hole. She was bucking and moaning against my hand and the boxers. "That's it, baby. That's it. Good girl." She finally slowed writhing her hips and slowed her breathing. "Keep stroking my cock, Brandi. I'm about to come all over your little hand. She finally opened her eyes and looked over at my cock in her hand. She stroked and stroked, and I could feel the jizz welling up in my balls. "That's it, you bad girl. Jerk that cock off all over your hand." She squeezed and stroked and I burst! I shot cum up like a fountain and it settled back down, dripping down the sides of her hand. I grabbed her red panties and rubbed them all over her hand and my cock, soaking up all my cum with the inside of her panties. She finally looked down at her own pussy and saw my boxers stuffed up inside of her. "Oh my God! Wow. Your boxers are up my pussy!" "Pull them out, baby, slowly, and hand them to me." I took her cum-stained panties and pushed them up to her nose. "I want you to smell my cum on your panties, Brandi. Now, I want you to put those cum-stained panties back on and rub them against your pussy." She looked at me, startled! "Really? You want me to wear them?" "Yes. And I'm going to put on my boxers covered in your cum. I took a long sniff of them before I put them back on. And we're going to wear them today, my cock cradled in your juice, and your pussy cradled in mine. Instead of blood, we have made a pact with our cum. We have a secret to keep." I leaned in to her and kissed her on the mouth, tasting the musky scent of our own love juices. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 13 Chapter 13—Audrey's Home When her mom came home that afternoon, we both played the part to near perfection, even while wearing our sex stained undergarments. Brandi acted like nothing unusual at all had happened, which made me wonder if she had pulled that acting trick in the past on us without us having a clue as to what she might have been doing. She kissed her mom on the cheek and off she went to go to Stephanie's to study for a test on Monday. "So how was the girls' weekend?" I asked. "It was great. We had a lot of fun. Spent two nights at an oceanfront hotel—off season prices—and had some great seafood and walks on the beach and some heavy duty girl talk at night." "And how was your weekend with Brandi?" "Oh, fine. Pretty uneventful. No problems." "Did Brandi stay home, or did she go out?" "She went to a party Friday night and then to the mall Saturday." "Did she come home on time Friday?" Shit. Brandi and I didn't coordinate any of our answers to these potential questions. "Uhmm, she might have been a little later than 12, but nothing that caused me any alarm. So, I let it go." "You really are a wimp. I think I need to be a little tougher on her. She's 18 now, and that's about the time that I started to get into trouble, especially with boys." "She doesn't seem to talk about boys much." "Yeah, that's what worries me. I put her on birth control, just so you know." "Okay, are you worried about her having sex?" "As beautiful as she is? Are you kidding me? I'm surprised she hasn't had sex already. I'm surprised there aren't boys hounding our door. Aren't you? I'm wondering if she sends out the wrong signal." "I guess that would be a good thing, then, wouldn't it? I mean, if you don't want to her have sex, then, whatever signals she's sending out to boys to discourage them, would be good, wouldn't it?" "Yes, but I don't want her to feel like something is wrong with her because she's not attracting boys." "Trust me, I think you don't have anything to worry about there. Maybe she's just being cautious." "Or not telling us." Audrey seemed in deep thought on that note, and then she said, "Do me a favor; I'm going to be doing a lot of overnight trips the next few weeks for work. Please keep an eye on her. Maybe do some stealth spying. See what she's up to." "You got it. I'll be on top of it." Away for the next few weeks on overnight trips? Oh, man. I hope I stay sane. "In the meantime," Audrey looked at me with that naughty, coy, innocent look that she knows drives me crazy. "Wanna fuck me? Looks like we have the afternoon to ourselves? I could dress up as a naughty schoolgirl for you." Audrey looked at me and smiled demurely. "You can spank me." "You little hussy. Do you want me to spank you?" "I've been very bad, teacher." Audrey said in that little girl sexy voice she does so well. Audrey leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear: "Meet me in the bedroom in 10, baby. I'm looking for some down and dirty, nasty sex. I need some domination. I want to be your submissive little girl toy." I walked in to the bedroom to see Audrey bent over the bed rubbing herself through white cotton panties. She sported a plaid skirt, white blouse, white knee highs, and black, Mary Jane shoes. And her hair was in pigtails. "Oh, teacher, I've had naughty thoughts. What are you going to do to me?" I sat down on the bed beside her. "I think you need a spanking, Audrey, to teach you a lesson. Bend over my knee." Audrey laid across my lap and lifted her skirt, raising her ass up to me, just like her daughter did to me. Her ass still looked delicious, and what excited me is that she still kept most of her pubic hair shaved and waxed. I pulled her little cotton panties down, revealing a honey colored ass that was near perfectly round. I could see her pussy lips peeking underneath through her cheeks. I had a flashback to spanking Brandi the other night, and my cock swelled. I raised my hand and came down hard on her ass cheek. She winced. "Oh, teacher, I promise I'll be good." I smacked her other ass cheek and she winced again. Then I felt the same urge I felt when I smacked Brandi's ass—something unleashed in me. I came down on Audrey's ass again and again and again and again and again. She was lurching and wincing and whimpering, and her ass was on fire. "Look at me young lady." I said, roughly. She turned toward me, her mascara was running, tears streaming down her face. I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed her hair and pushed her down on her knees. "Don't you cry, you bad girl. You had this coming for all your naughty behavior. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." Audrey looked at up at me from the floor with the most vulnerable look on her face, as if pleading for me not to hurt her. "Open your fucking little mouth, you little whore." I pulled her hair back and she winced again. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth like the filthy slut you are." I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down, revealing the boxers that were covered in Brandi's cum. I pushed them down quickly and stuffed my fully swollen erection in her mouth. "Take that bitch. Suck it like a filthy little cunt." I smacked Audrey's face and pushed my cock down her throat as far as it would go. She was choking and gagging, and I pulled back out, and shoved it back down just as she was trying to catch her breath. She gagged again, and I pulled back out. I stood up and lifted her whole body up from her stomach so that she was upside down, and I started licking and tonguing her little cunt as she wrapped her legs around my neck and head. She was soaking. I licked and tongued her clit and her now swollen pussy lips. Then I threw her on the bed and turned her around so that her head was hanging off the bed upside down in front of me. Her face was a mess of mascara and tears. I grabbed her head with both hands and told her to open her mouth again. I pushed my cock down her throat and fucked her this way. At times I was so far down her throat my balls were resting on her nose. I sucked and slapped her tits and told her to slop as much saliva as possible around my cock because it would keep her from gagging and keep my cock lubed while I fucked her throat. I grabbed her pigtails and held them tight to keep her head from moving, I shoved my cock down her throat again. "You like that, don't you, you little slut." Audrey couldn't speak because my cock was halfway down her throat. She gargled something. So I pulled my cock out and smacked her left tit. "What did you say, slut?" "I said I'm a dirty little bitch and you should fuck me like a whore." "I thought that's what you said, cunt. Turn around and spread your legs and your pussy. I want to see the pink insides of your little fuck hole." Audrey laid back and spread her legs still wearing the white knee highs and shoes. She took her left hand and spread her lips open as wide as she could. I stuffed two fingers up inside of her and started furiously frigging her. I raised up over top of her and whispered in her ear, "I wanna see you squirt, you bad, bad girl." Audrey hadn't done it in awhile. It takes concentration, a release of inhibitions, and the right stimulation for a girl to squirt from her pussy, but I'm told all women have the power to do it. They just have to lose their inhibitions because it feels like cumming and peeing at the same time, and it makes quite a mess. But I didn't care, and I wanted to see if I could get Audrey to squirt so that I could practice my technique. The next girl I wanted to make squirt was her daughter, Brandi. I rubbed the hood of her clit with my thumb and worked my fingers up until I found her little spot that drove her insane. She grabbed my hand and started guiding it and pushing down on her mound. Then I took my other hand and pressed down on her tummy, applying just enough pressure, but not too much. I whispered again, "Your punishment isn't over until you squirt, bad girl. Squirt all over your teacher, you little cum slut. Otherwise, I'll smack and spank you some more." I grabbed a pillow and flipped her over on her tummy. I stuffed the pillow underneath to lift her ass up. Then I straddled her and stuffed my cock in her soaking hole from behind. I grabbed her pigtails and pulled her head back. "I'm gonna fuck you like the little whore that you are." I kept shoving my cock into her as deep as it would go as my body slammed against her ass. She had reached underneath her and was massaging her clit as I pounded her pussy. She was screaming and moaning. I nuzzled and bit her neck and kept pulling her hair by her pigtails. After some moments of hard pounding, she froze up, let out a loud shriek, and began shaking uncontrollably. And then she gushed. Fluid poured out of her all over the bed and the pillow. I flipped her over and shoved my cock into her now completely sopping hole. She was covered. I fucked her hard and fast, breathing heavily into her ear. She was crying and panting. "Tell me you want my cum, dirty girl." "I want your cum. Please teacher. Give me your hot load of jizz all up inside my little hole. I'll be a good girl for you. I promise." I unleashed my load of jizz in to her hole and collapsed on top of her, both of us soaking wet. She was moaning and panting and whimpering. And I was covered in cum. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 14 "Stephanie! You aren't going to believe it." We were sitting at her kitchen table with our stuff spread out for the biology test on Monday. "What, for God's sake?" "Are your parents here?" "No. Why?" "Where are they?" "They went shopping or something, why?" "Because I don't want them to hear me, and you can't breathe a word of what I'm about to tell you." "Okay. This sounds fucking serious." "It is. You HAVE to keep quiet. You can't even tell Veronica." "Okay! Jesus! What's wrong with you? You've been acting weird ever since you got here." Stephanie stopped. A look of horror came over her face. Her mouth opened and she put her hand over it and stared at me wide-eyed. "Nooooo. You didn't!!" "Did what?" I asked abruptly. Stephanie was silent staring at me. "Did, did, you and Sam . . . ." Her voice trailed off, her hand still over her mouth. I didn't say anything. I looked away. "Brandi! Did he fuck you? Did you fuck him? Talk to me!" I looked at her, looked down, and threaded the fingers of my hands together and put them on my lap. I looked up at her, took a deep breath, and nodded. "Oh, my GODDDDDDDDDDDDD! Are you fucking kidding me? Did this happen after the party?" "No." I said quietly. "But I got him to spank me that night. But he wouldn't do anything more. And he watched me masturbate." "What the fuck? He watched you masturbate? Again? Did you leave your door open or something?" "No. After he spanked me he told me to pull down my dress and that was it. So I went upstairs and closed the door and started masturbating and he came up and knocked and then came in." "Oh my god!! That's creepy! Did you let him to watch you?" "Well he wanted to talk, but I didn't. So, I just continued to masturbate while he stood at the door." "MY FUCKING GOD, Brandi! What the hell has happened to you?" "I don't know! I'm like horny all the time!" "So when did it actually happen?" I was quiet for a long time. Stephanie kept looking at me. "Last night," I whispered. "And, and, and, again this morning." "WHAT???" "Well, this morning was kind of not actual sex or whatever." "Then what the fuck was it?" "Uhmm, how do I explain this? He, he, he kind of fingered me and I jacked him off." "What? Wait. Why?" Stephanie had a look of utter confusion. "His cum is all over my panties I'm wearing now," I said quietly, looking down at my crotch. "He came on your panties???" "Uhmm." I swallowed hard. "Yeah." My voice lowered. "And my cum is all over his boxers which he is wearing now." "Oh my God. What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you wearing underwear with each other's cum all over them?" "It's kind of a pact. You know. Instead of blood." "What the fuck? What kind of a pact is that? I like never fucking heard of this. You came on each other's underwear?" "Uhmm, yeah! Well, he actually pushed his boxers into my vagina." "I can't believe I'm fucking hearing this! Are you high or something? What the fuck, Brandi?" "I know. I know. It sounds totally freaked out. But it was really erotic. Samuel said that it would be our pact to keep this secret." "Secret? Then why are you telling me? And since when do you call your stepdad, Samuel?" Stephanie was incredulous. "We agreed that you are the only one I can tell. AND YOU CANNOT TELL ANOTHER FUCKING SOUL! I mean it, Stephanie. This is fucking serious!" "I won't!! You know I won't! But I just can't believe what I'm hearing!" "I can't believe it either. But now it's happened. I had sex—for the first time—with my stepdad." "Oh my God, Brandi! Are you alright? Did you want to do this?" "It was my idea. I like totally seduced him. I mean, I was even mad when he wouldn't do anything the night of the party. He spanked me on my bare butt!" "What???? He spanked your ass without panties? Did he pull them down?" "No. I did. And I told him to do it!" "OH MY GOD. And you let him watch you frig yourself? Were you drunk or something? Because nobody gave me any liquor at that party. Maybe you caught a buzz with some weed?" "NO! I had nothing to drink the night of the party. Sam gave me vodka the next night when we did finally do it." "This is unfucking believable." "I know. I know. But Stephanie, it felt sooooooo gooooood!! I'm addicted to sex, I think!" "And I thought I was going to be the first of all of us to pop my cherry. 'Cause I'm like rubbing myself all the time down there." "I know! I mean, uhmm, I don't know about that. But I totally thought that you would be out there ahead of all of us. Because I kind of think of you as the more daring and wanting to do stuff with boys. Like giving Bobby that hand job. Which I have totally never done. Until now. The only thing I've done with a guy is get felt up and make out!" "Okay. Okay. Whoa. Let's start from the beginning. Tell me what happened after the party." "I came home late, and Sam was gonna' take my phone away again. And I like got really bold and walked over to him and told him to spank me like last time." "And?" "He like said no, Brandi. We can't do that again. And he started talking about how it was all his fault and he should have never spanked me and it had to stop. And I like wasn't listening to him. It's like I didn't care what he said." "And so did you just like pull your pants down?" "I just bent over him and pulled my jeans down. And I said to spank me because mom wasn't home and it would be over quick." I stopped for a moment and took a huge swig of milk and wiped my mouth. "And then I just like said that I should pull my panties down because it would be more of a punishment. And like I don't know! I was thinking he just saw me naked earlier, so what difference does it make? But I wanted him to see me, I guess. And I wanted to feel the, the, you know." "Know what?" "The swat." I stopped and squirmed in my seat. "I guess." "So he spanked your bare butt. Is that what you are telling me?" "Yeah. Yeah. He did." "Did it hurt?" "Oh my God, yes! He hit me harder this time then he did last time." "So, then what?" "And he like stopped and told me to pull up my pants. And I like got mad!!" "So then he came to your room and watched you masturbate?" "Yeah! I was so mad at him that I closed my door, but I was so horny. My ass was really stinging but I was all wet down there, so I started rubbing myself, and then Sam knocked on the door saying he wanted to talk. And I didn't answer the door, and then he just opened it. I had put the covers over me, but when he started talking to me, I didn't answer. I just pulled down the covers and started masturbating in front of him. It was really a turn on knowing that he was watching me!" "I can't believe this! Brandi. You are fucking crazy! So nothing else happened?" "Not that night. The next morning I told him about seeing him and my mom fuck. And I told him I wanted to do that. You know, like for him to show me. And he really didn't say anything to like contradict that. So he gave me some money and I met you and Veronica at the movies." "Yeah! And you didn't say anything about any of this. What the fuck?" "I know. I didn't want to get into it. Plus, I kept thinking that something was gonna happen that night. And it did." "So, after the movies with us, he fucked you?" I didn't say anything again. I took another swig of milk and looked down. "Brandi! Hello? Oh my God. This is crazy." "Stephanie. You have to believe me. Sam had had a couple of drinks or whatever. And he offered me some vodka and I like did two shots and then I went upstairs and put on the panties and bra I bought when we were at Victoria's Secret before the movie." "Oh my God!! You wore those for him? I like saw you buy those!" "Yes. And I came downstairs and he was on the sofa. And I like told him to spank me, and he did. And then he started rubbing me down there. And it like felt really good. And then he kind of lifted me up and put me on the sofa with my knees on the floor. And he like started, you know, licking me." "Brandi!" "Stephanie, it felt soooooooo goooooooooood. And then he turned me over on my back and pushed my legs back and licked me some more. And then, he, he, uhmm, pulled down his pants and his, uhmm, ah, cock like jumped out!" "OMG!! Was it big?" "HUMONGOUS! Like at least 8 inches. I didn't know what to think!! I was afraid he was going to hurt me. Oh, Stephanie, what I have done?" "Oh my god, Brandi. Are you okay?" "He fucked me, Stephanie. Right there. And I cried, but I, I, loved it!! It was so incredible! And now I, I, I want him! I want to do it again so baaaaadddd." Stephanie didn't say anything. She put her arm around me and stroked my back. After a very long pause, Stephanie finally looked into my eyes. She took a deep breath. "You know this is fucked up," she whispered. "Do you love him?" I looked at her with tears welling in my eyes. "Stephanie, I love him more than anything. Oh my God. My mom!!" And I broke down crying and crying, ruining my mascara once again! Stephanie hugged me and rubbed my hair. "It's okay," she said softly. "It will be okay." She sighed. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 15-16 Chapter 15—Dream, baby, dream a little dream of me I awakened thrashing in the bed. Another dream of being tied to the bed. Only this time, the mysterious female figure that had tickled my feet in a previous dream was sucking my cock. Except she would stop. Suck. And then stop again. I wanted to cum so bad, but she never let me get there. She sucked and stopped. Sucked and stopped. Sucked and stopped. But what awakened me was far more torturous. A man entered the room where I was chained to the bed and, wielding a large knife, lunged with it to cut off my cock. I awoke frightened and sweating. Audrey grabbed me. "Sam! Are you alright? What's wrong? Baby, you're sweating like crazy." "Oh my god, Audrey. I, I, I had a dream. A nightmare. I'm sorry!" She stroked my hair. "It's okay. I'm here." I kept thinking about all that had just happened over the weekend. I had to get a hold of myself. I had to get a hold of Brandi. Shit. I had to get hold of the narrative. I was having crazy dreams, I had sex with my stepdaughter, and I was feeling the weight and angst of all that I had done. I thought for a long time, laying there as Audrey stroked my hair. I had to get away, even if just for a few days. And I knew just what to do. My boss had been wanting me to go to California and meet with one of our top clients. There were changes we were making to our services, and he wanted to be sure that top clients were comfortable with those changes. I had been putting it off as I was tired from traveling over the winter. And besides, Audrey's job was requiring more and more travel which put stress on one of us needing to be here. But I knew I had to do it. I could regain the narrative from Brandi, and I could give myself some time to think all of this through. I looked at the clock. 3:17AM. "Audrey. You still awake?" I whispered. "Yes, baby." "I've got a take a trip to California soon. I've been putting it off, but my boss wants me to meet some clients and demo some changes to our software. I need to book this trip, and I think I need a break anyway. I've been holding things down here while you've been gone. But I really need to do this." "Sure. It's okay. I have a short trip coming up, but I can cancel that. Not urgent. Do what you need to do." "Okay. Good. I'm gonna see what I can book tomorrow. Talk to Frank, clients, and schedule something." "Okay. Now lay back and get some sleep. Do you want me to suck your cock? You know, to help you get back to sleep?" I didn't know what to say. Finally, I whispered, "No. That's probably not going to help." The dream flashed through my mind's eye. "I'm good. Really." "K. Love you." "Love you, too, baby." Frank was thrilled that I was booking the trip to Monterey. I had called our top client and three more in the area, and, shockingly, all would be available to meet me the following week. I booked a flight for the weekend—leaving Saturday night on a red eye—and staying for the following week. Reasonably priced considering I booked it less than a week away. I was relieved. I needed to get away from the pressure. I needed time to think. And California was on the other side of the country. Psychologically, at least, that seemed far enough. I avoided Brandi as much as I could all week, but she's a persistent little thing. She cornered me one morning before I left for work. "Sam, why are you not talking to me?" "I'm talking to you, honey. I'm just really preoccupied with work." "Preoccupied?" "I mean I have a lot of work to do at work, and I'm going out of town this weekend." "You're going out of town? Wait. Really? Why?" "I have to go away on business." "For how long?" "A week probably." "But Sam, why didn't you tell me? I want to talk to you." "I know you do, baby, but Brandi this is awkward. I mean with your mom here." "But Sam, I thought we made a pact. A secret to keep. And, I, I . . . . ." Her voice trailed off. "I want you. I want you to, to, you know." Her voice lowered. "To show me." "I know, Brandi. And, God, I want to. But I need some time away to think things through." "But I can't stand this." She walked over to me and rubbed her young body against me and whispered in my ear. "I want you to fuck me again." She nuzzled my neck and threw her arms around me. "Brandi," I whispered. "I want to too, baby. But this is really hard. What with your mom here and all. I'm feeling very troubled." Brandi planted kisses on my neck and chin and cheeks and then she pulled me close, and kissed me on the lips and pushed her tongue through to my mouth and swirled her tongue around mine. "Don't you want to taste me? To lick me, to suck on my nipples, to finger me and spank me?" "God, yes!" I cried in a hoarse whisper. "But just give me some time, Brandi. Please. A week, and then I'll be back. Now I have to go, baby. Please understand." And I pushed away from her, grabbed my bag, and briskly walked out the front door. The flight to Monterey was long but smooth. I slept a little on a flight that left the east coast at 8:15PM and arrived in Monterey at 11:40PM, California time. I could pick up the rental and drive to the Monterey Plaza Hotel and be in my room ordering late room service by 1AM. And I could sleep in on Sunday, relax at the hotel Sunday afternoon, and get an early night's sleep before meeting clients Monday morning. Monday proved to be a busy day. I had a two-hour drive to my client's office, and I spent most of the day showing him and his staff changes to our suite of software products that his company uses daily. But the meeting went well. But Henry Wordsworth, a man I've known a long time, could tell I was stressed. He's very much a man of the world, self-made, who built a company from the ground up. And he relishes the fruits of his labor—a wine connoisseur, a single malt connoisseur, a man, in short, who has come to enjoy the very finest life has to offer. "Sam, are you alright?" he asked rather suspiciously. "Well, Henry, I'm juggling life and work, and I think the juggling is winning. Hahahaha." "Understand. Well, you know, you can't let stress get to you. Say, how about I take you to dinner tonight? I know a great French place with a superb wine list." "Ah, Henry, I appreciate it, but I got a two-hour drive back to the hotel. And it's already 4:30. That could stress me out even more, driving back in the dark. Plus, I'm feeling a little jet lagged." "Oh? Where you staying?" "Monterey plaza hotel." "You don't say. Nice place." "Yes. Yes, it is." "Say, let me give you a tip. Something to help your stress while you're staying in Monterey." Henry wrote down a phone number. "Get settled back in to your room and call this number. Ask for Martha. She's a friend of mine. Tell her I sent you. You'll be very glad you did." "Oh really? What does Martha provide? Massage service? Haha." "Sort of. She runs an escort agency near there. Now you tell her I sent you, and tell her you'd like to meet a young lady for dessert. Give her your room number and tell her what you like. You tell her it's on me." "Oh, no, you don't have to do that Henry. Really, I'm fine. Uhmm, dessert?" "Yeah. She'll know what that means. She might ask you what's on the dessert menu. Tell her you were thinking of a banana split. That's a good one. But I'm serious. This is on me. You won't even have to tip the girl. They'll take care of everything. They'll send over any kind of girl you like. You know, to share dessert with and get to know each other. I've known you a long time, and I want to do this for you. I like you, Sam." "Really, Henry. It wouldn't be right. I don't want to spoil our good working relationship." "Ah, I insist. Take the number. Trust me, Martha owes me a couple of favors. Hell, I just about financed that company. Hahahahhahahaaa." Henry pushed the slip of paper into my hand and winked. "Now I've got to finish up a phone call, so it was good seeing you, Sam. And I like what you guys are doing. Love the software. Thanks for helping me with the changes." Henry didn't know it, but a hooker was probably the last thing I needed. I was here to get away from all that sexual tension and frustration, wasn't I? I drove for a long time thinking. What I needed was a good dinner, glass of wine or two, and another good night's rest. Sunday was wonderful. Slept until 10, had a huge breakfast, worked out, did some reading, had a great dinner, and turned in early. What I didn't need was another girl, even for one night. But then I wondered if I would be snubbing our top client if I didn't call and take advantage of the favor. Would Henry be hurt? He seemed rather insistent. Maybe I could call and really just have dessert with the girl. It would certainly be the most expensive dessert Henry ever paid for. Chapter 16—My Name is James Bond "Hello, Martha?" "Yes, baby. Can I help you?" "Yeah, ah, I was looking for an escort." "You called the right place, honey. Be glad to help. Can I ask your name?" "Yes. Yes." I had to think fast. I didn't want to give her my real name, but I didn't think ahead of time of what name to give her. Geez. What name do I give her? "Hello?" Martha asked. "You still there, honey?" "Yes. Yes, I'm here, Martha. Sorry." "So what's your name sweetheart?" "Ah, it's James. James Bond." "James Bond. Okay. Haven't heard that one before. Now, James, did someone refer you to little old Martha?" "Ah, yes. Yes. I'm sorry, Martha. I'm new at this. Henry did. Henry Wordsworth." "Ah, Henry. Love that man. A man of few words. Kind of funny, given his name. So, what's your pleasure, baby? Brunette? Blonde? Redhead? Black? White? Asian?" "Uhmmmm. Boy. How about a black girl? Uhmm. Yeah. A black girl. Who looks like Traci Lords. Is that possible?" "You want a black girl who looks like Traci Lords? Did I hear you right, baby?" "That's kind of a weird request isn't it?" "Nothing's weird to me anymore, hon, but I'm not sure I can get you a black girl who looks like Traci Lords. Wasn't Traci Lords the underage white girl who starred in porn in the 80s?" "Uhmm. Yes. I tell you what. Forget that request. I'm sorry. How about a black girl with glasses? Can you do that?" "No problem. That we can do. I've got a real cutie with glasses. Very smart. Wonderful conversationalist. You'll like her. Now were you planning on taking her out to a function? Dinner party? Although it is getting rather late for that. It's 8:30 now. You wanted her tonight, is that right?" "Yes. Tonight if possible. I'm sorry. Oh, I almost forgot, Martha. I'm wanting to have her over for dessert." "Oh. Okay. Dessert, you say. No problem. Now, what credit card would you like to use?" "I'm sorry, Martha. Henry told me to tell you that he would take care of it." "I'm not surprised. No problem. Henry has a long standing account with us. What's on the dessert menu, if you don't mind my asking?" "Henry told me to try the banana split." "Oh, really? That's a really nice dessert. One of my favorites. Now, sweetie, to help you enjoy that banana split, I'm going to send over a special treat. You'll really like it. I promise. Now I just need a place to meet. All my girls come to the lobby of a hotel, and they'll call you from a house phone when they arrive. What's the hotel, hon?" "Monterey Plaza Hotel." "No problem. You'll get a call around 9:30. Will that work for you? And just to be sure that we get a hold of you, how about a room number?" I gave Martha the room number wondering if this was a good idea. "Terrific, Mr. Bond. Thanks for calling Martha. You have a great dessert!" "Thank you, Martha." At about 9:40, my hotel room phone rang. I picked up and heard the sweetest voice, husky, yet girlish. "Mr. Bond?" "Yes. Yes, yes. Uhmm, call me James." "Well, hi James. My name is Natasha." "Wow, pretty name, Natasha." "Thank you. Is it okay to come up?" "Yes. Yes I am. Please come up." "Okay, and James, I have a treat for you that Martha asked me to bring along." "Oh, what's that?" "Her name is Ashleigh. She's a redhead with glasses." "Really? There's two of you? Are you wearing glasses?" "We both wear glasses. And, yes, it's two of us. You were having the banana split for dessert, right?" "Ah, yes. Yes I am." "Two girls always come for banana split desserts." Natasha giggled. "We'll be right up." When I opened the door, I was stunned to see standing in front of me two of the most delicious women I have ever laid eyes on. Natasha was slender with big tits, long black hair, and she wore a pair of big, square, black-rimmed glasses which looked sexy as hell. Ashleigh was indeed a redhead with freckles and big tits and a pair of the same glasses around her gorgeous green eyes. Both wore short dresses, stockings and garter, and high heels. They looked positively adorable. Henry was dropping some serious change. "Come in, come in." I stammered. I didn't know what to say. "Can I pour the two of you a glass of wine?' "Yes, yes." Natasha said. "That would be lovely." When I returned from the kitchen area of my little hotel suite, both Natasha and Ashleigh were on the bed propped up with pillows. "I hope you don't mind us getting comfortable, James. Thank you for the wine." "Oh, no problem. Make yourselves at home. I gotta tell you. I have never done this before, so you might have to walk me through it. I mean, I have never hired an escort." Natasha laughed. "Oh, it's fine, James. We are happy to take care of everything. This will be much easier since you are a referral from one of our best clients. I won't need to check your ID and ask you a bunch of questions. I assume you wanna have some fun?" Natasha looked at me coyly and adjusted the top of her dress to show a bit more cleavage. "Yes." I laughed nervously. "I wanna relax and have some fun." Natasha and Ashleigh giggled. "Oh we are gonna have some fun. You're cute with a really nice body." Natasha said. "But there are a couple of things we have to do, first. Okay, James?" "Sure. Just tell me what to do." "Okay. First, I'm just gonna call on my cell and tell Martha we are here and all is good. Then, next, since we are going to have some fun, I'll need to take you into the bathroom and do a quick inspection. I promise I won't hurt." She laughed. Natasha got up and called Martha while Ashleigh laid back on the bed sipping wine and smiling at me. "You are quite beautiful, Ashleigh. I love your hair." "Oh, thank you, James. I get a lot of compliments about my hair. You are really cute yourself. I love your wavy hair." "Oh, thank you. So, have you been escorting for awhile?" "Just since I started school. I'm in my second year of college, and this really helps pay the bills." Natasha came back in the bedroom. "We are all set. Now, James, come with me, baby. I just need to check you out." Natasha took my hand and led me into the bathroom. She pulled me in and turned on the light. She nuzzled my neck and kissed my cheek, running her slender, milky brown hands through my hair. "I just need to have a look at you, James. With your permission, sir, I'm gonna undo your belt and pull your pants and underwear down. Okay, baby?" She whispered in my ear. "Sure," I said. I was already rock hard, so this was going to be fun. Natasha slowly undid my belt and reached around the sides of my pants and slid them down. Then she pulled my boxers down and lowered herself to eye level with my cock. My cock jumped out as she pulled the boxers down, nearly hitting her in the face. "Oh, wow. Someone's ready for some fun. It's so big, James." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hit you in the face." "Don't be sorry, baby. And I hope you are going to slap me in the face with this monster. I like to be submissive. Now I just need to look you over—can't have any open sores or anything else that might look weird." Natasha took my cock in her hand and looked underneath and around my balls. She gently picked each testicle up and looked underneath and on the sides. "Looks really good, baby. Nice and healthy. Now, James, do you have any STDs?" "No, no I don't. Clean bill of health." "That's good, baby. Now we will have to use a condom. It's one of Martha's rules. But there is a little wiggle room." "Oh, wiggle room?" Natasha stood up still holding my cock and whispered in my ear. "If you want to give us a facial, we'll let you take the condom off after you pull out. We only let our special friends do that." She giggled and nibbled my ear lobe. "And, besides, Henry paid for the full treatment. You are going to have some fun, James." Oh, my god. I nearly came right there. "Now, James. I need to wash you up. In fact, both Ashleigh and I are going to give you a nice sponge bath." Natasha called Ashleigh in and ran some warm water in the sink. "Take off all your clothes, baby." Natasha rummaged around in her big bag she brought with her and pulled out a big sponge still wrapped in plastic. She unwrapped it and soaked it in the warm water. She put a towel on the floor and asked me to stand on it. Ashleigh came in and the two of them began to rub my body with the warm, soapy sponge, starting at my neck, face, and ears, taking turns with the sponge and coating my body with the warm soap. "You have nice muscles, James." Natasha moved the sponge around to my ass and slowly pushed my cheeks back and rubbed the sponge up against it. Ashleigh meanwhile rubbed my dick and balls with soapy water and her hands and worked her way down my legs to my feet. Natasha discarded the sponge in the tub. They then took washcloths and soaked them in clean water from the tub and rubbed my body down again. Natasha handed me a towel. "Dry off, baby, and come join us in the bed." Natasha giggled, and she and Ashleigh left. When I entered the bedroom, Natasha and Ashleigh had already started. Natasha was licking Ashleigh's nipples and tummy. "Come join us, baby. It's time for your banana split." I dropped my towel and slid in between the two of them. After drying off, my cock was only semi-erect. But Natasha took care of that quickly, stroking and rubbing it until it was rock hard again. Ashleigh bent down and began kneading my balls and licking and tonguing them. Natasha lowered her lips and slowly began to engulf my cock. She slowly moved her head down my shaft. When she got three-quarters of the way down, she raised back up, and then quickly back down again. She pulled back out and spit on the end of my dick and then lowered her mouth again down the shaft of my cock. Then it was Ashleigh's turn. She took the head of my dick and licked all around the head, and then lowered her mouth all the way down, and down, and down to the base! I thought I would explode right her in throat. She quickly came back up for air, and as she did, she let saliva ooze from her mouth, soaking my cock so she could suck it some more. After a few moments, Natasha pulled out a condom from somewhere, opened the package, put it in her mouth, and slowly lowered her mouth around my cock, unwrapping the condom all the way down my shaft until I was covered. Natasha lifted her left leg and mounted me, spreading her pussy lips to take the girth of my dick. Soon, she had taken all of me up inside of her. She laid across me pushing her tits against my chest and nuzzling my neck and ear. "I love the way your cock feels inside of me, sir. I want to be your little, dirty whore." Natasha whispered. "Fuck your little niggah girl hard!" I really couldn't believe what I was hearing, but it turned me on so much, I slammed into her little tight fuck hole. Natasha whispered again. "That's it, sir. I love it when your cock is all the way up inside my little hole. I'm your dirty little niggah girl, aren't I?" Desires within Young Girls Ch. 17-18 Chapter 17—Sexting Anyone? What a night! Fortunately, I didn't have to get up too early the next day to meet my next client, as the offices were close to my hotel. I slept like a baby after the wild night of sex that the two escorts provided. I sent an email to Henry thanking him profusely and sent over one of his favorite bottles of wine as a thank you. I was back at the hotel and had time for a good workout before 5PM. I settled in and ordered room service thinking that I would turn in early after last night's late workout. At about 6:30 California time, the texting began. 6:32pm Brandi: Sam? R u there? I miss u. 6:33 Me: I'm here. Miss u too. 6:36 Brandi: I'm thinkin' bout u. When r u coming home? 6:40 Me: On the weekend. Sunday. Whatcha thinkin bout? 6:41 Brandi: Having sex with u. 6:41 Me: I want to too. I'm just worried. 6:44 Brandi: Don't be. My panties are wet. And I'm touching it. 6:44 Me: R u thinkin about me? 6:45 A picture popped on my screen of Brandi's panties, snug around her pussy. They were light blue, and I could see a wet stain on the front. 6:47 Brandi: Yes! 6:50 Audrey: Hey. How's California? 6:50 Me: Hey! Great! I miss u and Brandi. 6:55 Audrey: Miss u too. How are the meetings going? 6:56 Me: Good. Met with two clients so far. 6:56 Brandi: Sam? My pussy is sooooooo wet. I wish u were here to kiss it. 6:56 Audrey: Sounds like things are going well. Is the time away helping? Getting rest? 6:57 Me: I wish I was too. 6:58 Audrey: Wish what? 7:02 Me: Sorry. Texting a client and sent to u by mistake. 7:06 Audrey: Ok. R u getting rest? 7:08 Me: Yes. Slept well last night. Going to bed early tonight. 7:09 Audrey: R u back on Sunday? 7:09 Brandi: I'm really wanting u. I'm in my room fingering myself. Please talk to me!! Please!!! My pussy aches for u. ;) ;) 7:10 Audrey: Or is it Saturday night? 7:10 Me: I want to touch it. 7:10 Audrey: Touch what? R u sexting me? Bad boy. 7:11 Me: Yes! I'm sexting u. Bad girl. 7:14 Audrey: Oooh. I could get into that. I'm rubbing myself. Pull your cock out. 7:15 Brandi: I'm workin my little clit thinkin bout your tongue. It feels soooooo fuckinnngggg goooooooooooood. 7:16 Me: Work that little clit, my bad girl. 7:17 Audrey: Not so fast. Let's take it slow. Tell me about that big cock. R u stroking it? 7:17 Brandi: Sam? R u there? I wanna cum with u. R u stroking your dick or somethin? Wish I could be there to suck it! 7:18 Me: I'm coming back Sunday, and yes my cock is so hard. 7:18 Brandi: U already told me that. Your weird. Don't u want to put that big cock in my little cunt? 7:20 Me: I want to fuck u so bad. I can see u now fingering your little tight hole. 7:22 Brandi: Oh, yessssss. Sam, please slam it in to me. 7:26 Audrey: SAm? Did u fall asleep? Don't leave me hangin. 7:27 Me: I'm too busy stroking my dick thinkin about u. I wish your wet lips were around my dick right now. 7:30 Audrey: Oooooh. Think about my hot little mouth sucking you all the way down to your balls. Push my head down on your cock. 7:30 Brandi: Oh my god, Sam, my little hips r bucking. I want to feel u inside me. 7:31 Me: I want pound that little pussy and fill you with jizz. 7:32 Me: Ohhh, suck my cock u dirty little girl. 7:33 Brandi: Sucking. Fucking. WTF? Sam? 7:37 Audrey: Come on baby. Fuck my mouth. Sam? 7:37 Me: I'm gonna cum in your pretty little mouth and all over your luscious lips. 7:39 Brandi: Oh, Sammmmmmm. I'm cumminnnnnnng. Sam, where r u? I'm cummmminnngg. 7:39 Audrey: Oh, Sammmm. I'm bout to cum!!!! Explode in my mouth baby! 7:41 Me: Oh my god!!!! My dick is exploding!!! 7:42 Audrey: That's it baby. Fuck my mouth!! Shoot your cum all over my face!! 7:42 Brandi: Sammmmmm?! I can't hold it much longer. mY pusst boyt to bloq!! 7:43 Me: I'm gonna cum inside u baby!! Shoot that jizz and soak the walls of your little hole!!!! 7:44 Brandi: That's it, Sammmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I luv u!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 7:45 Me: I luv u too!!!!! I'm covered in cum!!!! 7:53 Audrey: Sam?! What happened to u? Hello? Did u leave me? Chapter 18—Dial 1-800-Fuckme I have been so wanting Sam!! The sexting episode was good, but I so wanted to hear his sexy voice. When I read Sam's manuscript years later and saw that my mom was sexting him at the same time that I was, it totally freaked me out. And Sam was getting confused as to who he was sexting. Oh my god, that was so weird. But never mind that. The night after we sexted, I decided I wanted to try some phone sex with Sam. Mom was gonna be out late, so I could call him without worrying about her hearing me. I put my headset on so that I could have both hands free to work my pussy during our phone sex session. I called his cell. One ring, two, three. "Brandi?" I was breathing heavily while I started touching myself. "Sam?" I whispered. "Brandi. You sound weird. Are you alright?" I didn't say anything at first. I kept rubbing my clit and pussy. I knew he could hear my breathing over the phone. I was laying back on my daybed with my hands between my legs. I was wearing a push-up bra from Victoria's Secret and I had slid my panties down to my ankles. My pussy was very wet, and I had just recently shaved it as clean as I could. "Oh my god, Brandi. Are you . . . .?" "I'm touching my little pussy, Sam." "Brandi. Please. We can't." "It feels so fucccckkkkinnnnnnggggg gooooooooood. I wish you were here licking it." "Oh, Brandi. Please don't do this, baby. I'm not going to be able to control myself. And I need to get a handle on this." I didn't say anything. I kept rubbing my swollen clit, pinching it between my fingers and sliding fingers in my little hole. I pushed my bra down, exposing my nipples. I rubbed and kneaded them as I frigged myself. "I shaved my pussy tonight for you. I can't wait for you to touch it and lick it." I whispered in my best sexy, little girl voice. "It's all swollen!" I cried. "Brandi, please." Sam's breathing had gotten heavier. I could tell. "Are you rubbing your cock? I would so love to suck it for you. Put it in my mouth and lick your shaft. Lick your balls. Ohhhhh, Sammmmm." I cooed. All I could hear was his breathing which had gotten heavier now. Finally, he said hoarsely, "I'm stroking my dick. I want to fuck your mouth and shove my cock down your throat, you bad girl. You've been very naughty, haven't you, Brandi?" "Yes. Yes, sir. I have been very naughty. I've had very dirty thoughts. And I need you to punish me. Please, sir." "Get down on your knees and look up at me." "Oh, yes sir. Do you want to grab my hair and fuck my little potty mouth?" "Tell me what you are wearing." "I'm wearing a pink and white striped push-up bra and white, lacy panties called hip huggers. They hug my ass nice and tight. Does that please you, sir? Shall I send you a selfie?" "Yes! Send me a picture of you in your bra and panties." I stood up, adjusted my bra around my breasts, pulled up my panties, and looked at my mirror which at least captured me from the panties on up. I pointed the phone and snapped a shot of me with the most seductive look I could muster and pressed the send button. "Do you like it?" "Yes." Sam said hoarsely just barely over a whisper. "I'm going to grab a fistful of your blonde, silky hair and slowly push my cock down your throat." "Please don't hurt me, sir. I promise I'll be a good girl for you." "Let me hear you cry a little and choke a little on my cock." I tried my best to make some fake whimpering noises and choking sounds. Sam must have liked it because his breathing got heavier and faster. "That's it, you bad girl. Take that cock in your mouth and down your throat. Look at me while I throat fuck you." Sam said gruffly. I whimpered some more and made more choking sounds. I grabbed one of my slender perfume bottles and pushed the base of it in my mouth to simulate sucking him. I thought that might help make my sounds more real. "Mmmph, mmph, ackk, mmph, acckkk, mmmppphhh!" "Oh my god, you are so fucking naughty. Lay back on the bed. I want to sniff your panties and lick your little teen pussy, Brandi. I want to suck that swollen, naked clit." "Oh, yesssssss. I'm sssooooooooooooooo wettttttttt." I kept working my fingers inside my hole while Sam talked to me. I was so turned on. I realized then, for the first time, how much I liked being submissive for him. How much I loved taking orders from him and doing what he wanted sexually to me. I trusted that he would never really hurt me, and that made me feel safe and tingly down there. "You bad girl. You are so wet. Your little fuck hole is soaking in your pussy juice. You are a little cum slut." "I'm YOUR little cum slut. Lick it. Lick my fuck hole, Daddy." "Who's your Daddy, Brandi?" "You are!! You are, Sam!!" I cried. "You want Daddy's big dick up your little tight hole, sweetheart? Let me hear you beg for my cock. Beg for it you dirty little girl." "Please, Daddy. Please give me your big, swollen prick." I begged and begged. "Please shove that dick in my tight, sweet cunt. Fill me up! Please, please, please!" I screamed. "I'm gonna pin your arms down and shove that cock all the way up inside your tight fucking hole. I'm gonna fuck you so hard and shoot a load all over your cum sucking mouth, you little whore." "Oh my god, yes. YES, DADDY. Fuck your little step-daughter's hole. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck me hard!!!" I was screaming and thrashing on my daybed, shoving fingers in and out of my hole, rubbing my clit furiously. Sam's breathing was heavy and fast now. He was moaning and making all kinds of noises. I knew he was close, and I so wanted to cum with him. I wanted so much to scream in his ear as I was cumming and he was cumming at the same time. I tried to time my building orgasm with his. Finally, Sam said, "You little slut. I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face. You've been so bad. I'm gonna splatter your face with cum." "Yes, yes, yes. Please cum on my face. Please!" "Tell me your my cock sucking little bitch." "I'm your little cock sucking bitch, Daddy. I'm a little fucking whore! Give me your cum, Daddy. Give it to me all over my face. Stroke that dick and cum for me. Please!!! PLEASE!" "Promise me you'll be a good girl when your punishment is over. No more naughty thoughts." Sam was panting hard as he spoke. He was almost there, and so was I. I screamed and panted, "I'll be your good girl! I prommmmissse, Daddy." I was whimpering and crying. "And we aren't going to tell Mommy what we are doing, are we?" "Oh, noooooo. It will be our little secret, Daddy. OH, GOD, I'M CUMMING, DADDY. MY PUSSY IS CUMMING!" "Ahhhh. Oh, god, little girl. I'm cumming all over your pretty face, you bad girl!!!!!! Ahhh, ohhh, aahhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh, goddddddddd!" I was bucking and screaming wildly!! I was reduced to tears and whimpers. Sam was panting and moaning in my ear and my pussy was sopping. "Oh, Sam. That was sooooooo gooooooood." My whole body felt drained. I never felt more relaxed, more at ease, listening to Sam's breathing slowly slow down. It felt comforting to hear him and exciting to know that wherever he was, I just made him cum like a crazy man! "I know, baby. That was incredible. I love you, Brandi." "I love you, too. When are you coming home?" "Sunday. But Brandi, we need to talk. We have to tone this down." "Why? Sam, please. Mom doesn't know a thing. We just maintain when she's around and have fun when she's not!" Sam didn't say anything. "I bought some more sexy panties for you." I whispered. "You are so sweet. I bet they look great on you." I love it when he compliments me like that. "Sam? Can I ask you something?" "Sure, baby." "When was the last time you like shaved your face?" "That's a kind of weird question. Uhhmm, yesterday. I didn't shave this morning. Why?" "Uhmm. I just like the stubble on your face. I bet you look really sexy right now." "Well, I've got cum all over my stomach right now, so I don't know. I should probably go wash up." "Oooh. I would love to lick it off of you." I giggled. "Uhmmm. I could get into you licking up my cum. You are a bad girl." "I should go now. I got school tomorrow. I love you." "Love you too, baby. We'll talk soon. Bye." "Bye." I felt so relaxed and tired. I was ready to crash. And after a few moments in the bathroom, washing off makeup, I did just that. I hoped I would dream about Sam. Desires within Young Girls Ch. 19 Chapter 19—Audrey, You're a Bad Girl! When I arrived home from school the next day, I was starving. I never heard mom come in the night before after my phone sex with Sam. And I never saw her this morning before I left for school, but I had left her a note telling her that I was going to Stephanie's for the afternoon to lay out in the sun to start a summer tan. School had let out early for a teacher work day. I went by Stephanie's house and told her all about the sexting and the phone sex with Sam. But I was starving, and she really had no food in the house worth eating, and I had no cash, so I decided to come back to the house and make something to eat. It was 12:45. As I sat eating my sandwich, I could hear the faint sounds of someone moaning upstairs. I was startled and went to the bottom of the stairs. Yes, I could hear it better now—the sounds of my mother moaning softly—as if she was . . . . Could it be? My mom was upstairs masturbating? I crept up the stairs to get closer and maybe even peak in. The bedroom door was partially closed, but it was open enough that I could see. But this time it was daylight, so I had to be careful about being seen. I could distinctly hear my mother moaning in sexual ecstasy, and I figured she must have a vibrator or something. What I saw nearly made me faint. My mother was on all fours on the bed, doggy style, while none other than Bobby Brown—the guy who got a hand job from Stephanie—was fucking my mother from behind! "That's it, Bobby. Be a good boy and pound that pussy. Are you my bad boy?" "Oh, Mrs. Philpot, you feel sooooo goooodddd. I think I might cum." "Not yet, Bobby, not until I tell you too." "Okay, but I'm not used to this much stimulation. I don't know if I can hold it." "Let me lie on my back, and you can lick me." I'll say one thing about Bobby Brown—he was lean and cute! I see why Stephanie went out with him. But he sure didn't seem to know what he was doing. I couldn't believe my mother was cheating on Sam with that little shit. Bobby was between her legs licking her pussy. I could see now that my mom had a bald pussy, even cleaner than mine. What was she doing? Waxing? I wondered. "That's it. Lick my pussy, Bobby. Flick my clit with your tongue." Bobby licked her for what seemed the longest time, and then my mom started to grab the back of his head and push him in to her. She was wiggling and bucking her hips up against his mouth and panting and moaning wildly. "That's it, Bobby!! You're gonna make me cum, honey! Get on top of me and fuck me now!" Bobby climbed on top of my mother and stuffed his rather small penis inside of her. He thrusted three or four times, and my mom had wrapped her legs around him and was bucking and moaning. "Oh, Mrs. Philpot! I'm gonna cum inside of you!" "Cum, baby, cum inside of me, Bobby!" "Ahh, ahhhhh, ahhhh shit!" Bobby cried. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I quickly slipped down the stairs in a state of absolute shock! Why would my mother cheat on Sam with that little shit? What the fuck? And now, what was I going to do about knowing this? Should I tell Sam? Should I confront my mother? Should I keep quiet? And why was she doing this in the middle of the afternoon when she knew school was letting out early, and she might be caught? Bobby must have showed up here right after school. And why wasn't she at work? Is she having some kind of mid-life crisis? I had so many questions and not enough answers! I suddenly realized that I had to get out of my house. I couldn't be there when Bobby came down those stairs! I grabbed my phone and purse and hauled out the front door to my car. I quickly jumped in, backed out of the driveway and drove away. Back to Stephanie's house! It was a beautiful day in June. In fact, exams were starting next week, and we would soon be on summer break! Stephanie was catching an early opportunity to get some sun as I found her on a lounge in the back yard. She was wearing a cute blue and pink striped bikini sunning herself. Stephanie's tits aren't big, but they look really cute against her slender body—little mounds that rise up just above a very taut belly. She has the cutest belly button ring-a silver dolphin that hangs just below her belly button on a silver chain. I pulled up another lounge and plopped down beside her. "You're back! That was quick." Stephanie mused. "You are not going to believe what I just saw!" "My god you are always full of the best, sex stories. My life is like so fucking boring compared to yours." "You aren't seeing Bobby anymore, right?" "I only went out with the asshole that one time when I gave him the hand job. Why?" "Because I just saw him in my house, upstairs, fucking my mother!" Stephanie sat up and jumped out of her lounge. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?" "NO! I can't believe it. Bobby fucking Brown was fucking my mother doggy style and licking her pussy!" "OH MY FUCKING GOD! Brandi! What the fuck is happening at your house?" "I don't know! It's like turned in to a whore house or something!" "That Bobby Brown is a little, fucking shithead. And your mom! What the fuck is she doing?" "I don't know!" "And why was she at home? And, wait a second, has she been doing this for awhile?" "I don't know!" "You know, that's really weird. When I went out with Bobby that night, I remember him saying something really strange that I just kind of forgot about until just now." "What? What'd he say?" "He was like bragging about how hot he was and how this hot MILF in the neighborhood was flirting with him. And I didn't pay much attention because it just sounded like he was making shit up, you know?" "Oh my god. So, the guys think that my mom is a hot MILF?" "I don't know why you're surprised by that. Don't you remember how Marquis called your mom the hottest mom in Twin Oaks?" "Yeah. Yeah I do. And I know she's hot. I hope I look like her when I'm old, but I just can't believe she would let Bobby Brown fuck her! That's like so creeeppppyyyyyy." "Brandi! What the fuck is a matter with you? You're fucking your stepdad! Talk about creepy!" "Stephanie, you said you would fuck him!" "I know, I know. But I'm not his stepdaughter. Hey, so what do you call a Dad I'd Like to Fuck? A DILF? Or maybe a FILF? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Stephanie was laughing uncontrollably. I went to Urban Dictionary on my phone. "Yeah, it is a DILF. According to urban dictionary, there's also FILF for Father I'd Like to Fuck. And then there's NILF for Nerd I'd Like to Fuck, BILF for Babysitter I'd Like to Fuck, SILF for Sandwich I'd Like to Fuck---hahahahahahahahaha—PILF for Platypus I'd Like to Fuck, GILF for Grandmother I'd Like to Fuck, TILF for Teacher I'd Like to Fuck, HILF for Handicap I'd Like to Fuck, VILF for Virgin I'd Like to Fuck, and LILF for Lesbian I'd Like to Fuck!" "Wow." Stephanie laughed. "Seems like everybody wants to fuck something!" "Oh my god, Stephanie! What am I going to doooooooo? Should I tell Sam about mom? Or should I tell mom that I know?" "NO! You shouldn't say any fucking thing right now. Keep this secret to yourself. At least you can feel less guilty about having sex with Sam. Hey, is he taking us to the beach in August?" "I don't know. My mom was supposed to chaperone for part of the time, but now I'm not sure I want her to. Should I see if Sam will do it?" "YES! Will you put some lotion on my back?" Stephanie laid down on her stomach and untied her bikini string from around her back. I squirted some sunscreen on my hands and began to massage it into her back. Stephanie squirmed a little. "That feels good. Can I ask you to do me a favor?" "Sure." "Will it freak you out if I pull my bikini bottoms down and get you to rub some sunscreen on my butt? I don't want tan lines. I want to sun naked." I was taken aback a little by Stephanie's request. But then I thought—what the hell—why not. "Uhmm, sure. I'll do it." Stephanie wiggled out of her very tight bikini bottom and slid them down to her ankles. "It'd be great if you could put some on the back of my thighs too." I rubbed the lotion on Stephanie's ass and could see the lips of her little pussy peaking out between her legs. She was mostly shaved there too, and I was asking myself if I had ever seen her naked before. Her ass was small and tight, and I gotta say that touching her there and around the back of her thighs started to turn me on. As I rubbed the lotion in, Stephanie raised her butt up to my hands, and I heard a soft moan. I let my hand wander lightly between her legs and brush her pussy. "Ooooh, I'm sorry. Didn't mean to go there." Stephanie raised up on her elbows. "It's okay. You can touch it if you want." I didn't say anything. I rubbed a little more on Stephanie's thighs and then slowly slid two fingers between her legs and rubbed her outer pussy lips. Stephanie moaned and raised her ass up towards me. I kept touching and rubbing it. My heart was beating a mile a minute. She was so cute and slender. I suddenly felt brave. I took my middle finger and slowly inserted it part way inside of her. She moaned again. I pulled it out and flicked her clit and then put it back in. She was soooooo wet. Suddenly, Stephanie turned around and laid on her back and spread her legs. "Do you wanna use your tongue?" I looked at her, not sure of whether to proceed or not. Her little tits protruded out just far enough to fit nicely in the palm of a hand, and her nipples were like little gumdrops. They looked so cute!!! Stephanie pushed her head back, closed her eyes, and began to rub her sex. Her mound was almost completely bald except for a few soft pubes around the top of her pussy. I rubbed her inner thighs and tummy with both hands while she massaged her clit and fingered herself. Then I slowly positioned myself in front of her on the lounge as she draped her legs over the sides, and I lowered my head to her little twat and started to lick. Stephanie instinctively grabbed my head and gently pushed it down between her legs and squirmed. "Oh god, Brandi. That feels soooooooo goooooooddddd!" And, so, right then and there, for the first time in my life, I licked my best friend's pussy, and I loved it! I couldn't believe how much I was experimenting with all different kinds of sex and finding out just how much I wanted it. I licked all around Stephanie's little hole and took her clitoris in my mouth and gently sucked and pulled it. Stephanie was moaning and making soft "ewwwinnng" noises as I licked and pulled at her lips and clit. I slid two fingers inside of her, and she started to thrust back and forth on them like she was fucking a small, thin dick. I twisted and turned them inside of her trying to think about what made my pussy feel good. And as I was licking and fingering her with one hand, I used my other hand to rub myself. I slid a hand into my shorts and rubbed my cunt through my panties. My little panties were soaked! After a few minutes I moved my head up to Stephanie's tummy and licked my way up to her soft, gumdrop nipples and sucked and licked each one. Stephanie kept rubbing herself and was going crazy underneath me! I moved up to her neck and nuzzled her and grinded my hips and crotch into hers as she rubbed herself. I could feel her starting to climax. I wrapped my arms around her as she bucked and bucked, and I kept grinding my crotch against her hands and pussy, and I nuzzled and kissed her neck and ear. And she started to moan uncontrollably, ewing and mewing and cooing in my ear. "God Brandi! That was so fuckinnngggg gooooooooooood! Let me lick you!" I was so wet and horny, I didn't hesitate. I slid off my shorts and panties and spread eagle on the other lounge. Stephanie buried her face in my pussy and licked and rubbed my little cunt until I was screaming and panting. I held her head down there while I bucked and bucked into her mouth and came all over her face! Wow! I couldn't believe what a day this had been! I saw my mom fucking Bobby Brown, and I just had lesbian sex with my best friend! We licked each other to orgasm! OH MY GOD! "Brandi, are you okay?" "Huh? I think so. You?" "That was like so crazy good! You know, you're like the first person I've had an orgasm with! I'm still a VILF! Hahahahahahaha." Stephanie was laughing and smiling, and it felt so good to be with her and to have been the first to give her that special treat. I threw my arms around her! "You know you're my BFF! I fucking love you!" "I love you too!" Stephanie cried. "I think we're gonna have a fun and crazy summer!" Desires within Young Girls Ch. 20-22 Chapter 20—Therapy? I sat in Janet Billingsworth's office waiting for her to call me in. I had returned home Sunday after some rest and time away. I got in late Sunday night and got up early and left for work, so I haven't seen Brandi since my return. I had decided to schedule that follow-up visit with Janet—my therapist—even though I wasn't looking forward to it. How would I explain to her what I had done? How could I tell her that I didn't follow her advice, I didn't self-regulate, I lost control of the narrative, and, instead, spanked Brandi again, watched her masturbate, and fucked her? "Sam? Come on in." "Hi, Janet." "Have a seat. Let's catch up on your situation. Let me just take a quick look at my notes." I waited and fidgeted for a few agonizing moments while Janet read through her notes from my last visit a month ago. "I'll save you some time, Janet, and cut right to the chase. I failed miserably. I succumbed to the temptation and torture." She looked up and didn't say anything. "I had sex with Brandi." I continued. "I tried to avoid this. I really did. I tried to take hold of the narrative, but I couldn't. I'm weak, and I gave in to her seduction." "Okay. Take a deep breath. Your language suggests that it's her fault because you couldn't control yourself from all of the temptation." "No. No. It's not her fault. It's mine. I'm simply pointing out the reality, though, that she didn't make it easy to resist her. She made it hard... Uhmm. So to speak." Janet was writing more notes. "So, here I am feeling very guilty, and I'm at a loss as to what to do." "Tell me what you want to do—assuming there were no constraints, no wife, no societal boundaries." "That's easy. Fuck Brandi until I'm blue in the face." "And then what?" "Uhmm. What do you mean? Ah, I guess live happily ever after? Wait a second. Scratch that. We wouldn't live happily ever after, would we? I guess I'm thinking that if we did it as much as we wanted, we would soon get past it—we would have had our fun and experimentation—and we could move on with our lives." "And you see no long term consequences to that plan if you were able to pull it off?" "I don't know. You're probably right! This is an incredibly fucked up situation that I have created! What do I do now?" "I take it Audrey does not know." "That is correct. And I'd like to keep it that way." "Do you want this marriage? Do you want her?" "Yes! I mean, she's great in so many ways and doesn't deserve this. She would never cheat on me! But, my god, I'm just gonna be honest with you. I can't make it another year of Brandi's senior year in high school with us in the same house! I know this sounds terrible, but I lust for her! I want to fuck her. Like her mother, she is so incredibly hot, and she wears the clothes and undergarments to show it off. I can't live in that house with her parading around half naked. And now that we've done it, the pussy, errrr, uhmmm, I mean, cat, is out of the bag! She wants it too. Trust me." "You may not like what I'm about to say, but your only solution may be to have Brandi, your wife, and you in here for some serious therapy where this all comes out in the open." "NO! OH MY GOD, NO. You can't be serious?" "Well, do you move out, Sam? You just told me that you can't control yourself." I put my head in my hands. "Oh, god. What am I going to do?" Janet didn't say anything. After a long pause, she said quietly. "I think you have one other solution, but, from your own admission, it's the hardest one of all." "What's that?" "Stop. Just stop. Every time you think about having sex with Brandi, DON'T! Go masturbate. Take a cold shower. Anything to keep you from perpetuating this." I looked at her. "There is one other possibility that is radical, and I don't advocate it. But in your situation, it might work." "I'm desperate. Tell me." "Go away with Brandi somewhere for a weekend or even a week. Fuck like bunnies. Do it until you're exhausted. And tell her in no uncertain terms—this is it! The last time forever." "Seriously? Like that scene in one of those John Irving novels?" "Understand. It's not my choice that you do this. My choice is that you act like an adult, and come to grips with the reality that you can't act on every impulse, you can't have whatever you want, Sam. You need a little tough love, right now. You are acting worse than her, because you are the adult who knows better. But you're acting like a child. I know from so many male clients that to be a man in modern society is torture. Pure torture. Every day. Because underneath the veneer of civilized behavior lies a primitive man with the same impulses he's always had. But, yet, they aren't allowed to behave that way, even though we are now in a society that is even more promiscuous, even more in your face with sexuality—from beer commercials to Victoria's Secret models. The Internet is both the proof of what I'm saying—porn is a multi-billion dollar business—and part of the problem—because it's so readily available. I get it. I really do. The girls Brandi's age are all wearing tight jeans and sexy underwear, because all of the boys they are trying to impress have grown on up on internet porn. That's why they are all shaving their pussies. But you can't continue to do this. It will end miserably. Trust me." "So if I understand you correctly, you don't advocate the method, but if it works, you agree with the end result. The ends justify the means?" "If it will get you to stop having sex with your step-daughter, then I can justify it. So, yes, in this case, the ends may justify the means. I will tell you that this is wholly unconventional advice. I suppose some might think that I should lose my license to practice therapy. But unless you put an end to this with your own willpower—which is the way I prefer you do it—then, I don't know what else to tell you. Other than to get this out in the open and have a chance for healing." "Janet, there would be no healing. I would be dead." "Tell me how this incident happened. How many times have you had sex with Brandi?" "One and a half." "One and a half? Huh?" "We went all the way, and then the next day we, ah, uhmm, touched each other to orgasm." "Okay. That's twice in my book." "And I watched her masturbate again. Only this time she knew I was there and wanted me to see." "Now we're up to three times. Jesus, Sam. Have you spanked her since we last talked?" "Yes. Twice." "Oh my god. Okay, this is out of control." "And we sexted and had phone sex while I was in California last week." "Sam! This is a full blown sexual relationship!" "I know." I said sheepishly. "I've completely lost any control or willpower. And while I'm confessing, I guess I should tell you that I had sex with two prostitutes while I was in California." "What? Sam, what is wrong with you? Are you that horny? So, now you are cheating on Brandi!" "I couldn't help it! One of our best clients paid for it. He insisted. What was I to do?" "What were you to do? You tell him that you can't do that. That's what you tell him! My god, Sam! You are behaving in a very reckless manner. In fact, after hearing all of this, I think we need to talk about a whole different solution." "Okay, please tell me." "You're a sex addict! I think you may need rehab! You might need to go away and get some professional help." "Sex addict? Aren't I just a healthy male with a healthy libido?" "But Sam other men have the same libidos, and they don't have sex with every woman living in the house, and they don't hire prostitutes when they are away on business." "You may be surprised to know how often that happens. Look at the businessmen who travel to Thailand and the Philippines. What do you think they're doing over there? That's big business." "But Sam that is still reckless! There are many men who don't do that! Why not be like them?" "What do they do to control themselves?" "They masturbate! A lot! I've had clients who told me they masturbated half a dozen times a day! And I'm okay with that. It's a control mechanism. And no one gets hurt, and no one gets STDs!" "I'm masturbating too! I told you about that. But Brandi is in my face! And, lately, Audrey is horny as hell. She suddenly seems to want it all the time." "Then by all means have lots of sex with your wife! And masturbate more! But, good god, Sam, you can't sit here and tell me that it's somehow okay for you to visit hookers and have sex with your stepdaughter! That's not okay! In fact, the basis of forming a society and making rules comes from this very problem! The men were busy indiscriminately screwing every girl in the tribe—the wives, the daughters, the sisters—anything with a vagina, and it wreaked havoc on the social order. Rules had to be imposed, and men had to follow them. And that means you, Sam!" I had never quite seen Janet so forceful, but she was clearly upset with me, and she had every right to be. I had majorly screwed up. I am a cad! And I was on a tragic trajectory. "Janet, I'm sorry. What should I do?" "I could give you a prescription to curtail your libido. I wasn't thinking in that direction, but I'm now thinking that that may be the way to go. And I think you need to have a very long talk with Brandi and end it. As soon as possible." Janet thought for a minute. "I tell you what. Let's not go the prescription route. Too risky. Too many potential side effects, and it's typically prescribed for sex offenders. Even though you have crossed some lines, I don't consider you a sex offender. So, I want to start with chasteberry. It's a natural supplement that the monks used to take to curb their libidos. There isn't much clinical research to support that, but I've had some success with it with other clients. You can get it at any of the stores that sell supplements. It's hard to determine dose, so whatever bottle you purchase, follow the directions, and let's see if that has any impact." "What about the week away with Brandi?" "Like I said, I don't advocate that, but if it will end your illicit affair with Brandi, then it will obviously be worth it." "I want to see you weekly for awhile. I think talking about this may help. So, how does next Tuesday look?" "Good. I'll do it. See you next week." "And Sam?" "Yes Janet?" "Please try self-control. Go masturbate the next time Brandi gets you excited." "No problem. I'll do my best." Chapter 21—Out of Control I left Janet's office a little after 5PM. Audrey told me that she was working late and probably wouldn't be home until after 9. Shit. If I went to the house, I'd be alone with Brandi. I could go drink until 9, but I decided it was time to face up and try to act like an adult. This would be my first real test. If I could pass it, it would be easier the next time. I decided. I would go to the house and have a talk with Brandi. When I walked in, I saw her standing there, hair in a ponytail, her familiar tight jeans, and a white, tight tube top. Her belly and belly button were exposed. We stood for a split second staring at each other, and then, almost simultaneously, we ran to each other. She threw her arms around me, and I clutched her body, wrapping my arms around her waist and taking her in, inhaling her odor, feeling her lithe body rubbing up against me, feeling her little ass squirming underneath my hands. She nuzzled my neck and kissed me deeply on the mouth. I scooped her up and carried her over to the sofa and threw her down. I was done with will power. I had lost the battle before it started. It was no use. I couldn't resist her smile, her charm, her youth and beauty. I pulled her jeans down, slid off her panties, and buried my face in her little, tight fuck hole. I was an animal, and she screamed with delight. I licked and licked her little slit, darting my tongue in and out; it was divine—she tasted and smelled so fucking good. And she had shaved most of her pubic hair, and her little pussy looked delicious! I pulled off my shirt, slid down my jeans and boxers, and I mounted her. I wasted no time. I stuffed my cock right up her slit and humped her mound like a wild crazed dog. I was crazy! I humped and grunted and nuzzled and nibbled her, biting her nipples, sucking her lips, nibbling her ears. I thrust my cock with all my might inside of her, slapping my balls against her ass with every plunge. I pulled her hair back and licked her neck and fucked and fucked and fucked her little sweetness. She screamed and cooed underneath me, her legs tightly wrapped around my thrusting pelvis. When my orgasm built, I didn't wait. I wasn't interested in satisfying her this time. I wanted release. I wanted my pleasure. And I wanted to use her body like a rag doll. I needed to release the pressure, and as I exploded inside of her, I gripped her tightly, my head buried in her hair, my dick pulsating and spewing cum against the walls of her womb. I collapsed on top of her. She was crying again... and giggling. Chapter 22—A Plan for Release "Brandi, look at me." She sat up panting and smiling. "Yes, Samuel?" "Listen to me closely. You have exams this week. That is all I want you to focus on. We will have no more sex, no teasing, no nothing for the next week." "But Sam!" "No buts. But here's what we're going to do when exams are over. I'm going to talk to your mom and convince her that I should take you on a business trip with me as a treat for finishing exams and to see what the world of work is like. I'm thinking a few days." "Really? Are we going to stay together and fuck?" "That's the plan. We're going to fuck until we're exhausted. I'm going to have my way with your tight little body in every way I can imagine!" "Oh my god, Sam! I love you! Yes!" "But until then, nothing. Do you understand?" "Yes! I can do that!" "Good. Now go study, and I'll make you some dinner." "Yes sir! And I love you!!" Brandi ran up the stairs bursting with happiness. I could tell. Now I just had to convince her mom of my plan. Audrey strode through the front door around 9:30. "Hey, how are you? Happy to be home?" "Yes." I said, and I gave her a kiss. We talked for a few minutes about work and Brandi's exam schedule. "Speaking of Brandi's exams, I've got an idea." "What's that?" "I was thinking about taking her with me on a business trip after exams are over. It would be a little bit of a reward for buckling down, and she could get a taste of the world of work. I was thinking she could go with me to meet some clients and kind of be my assistant." "Wait a second. You wanna take my gorgeous daughter with you on a trip, just the two of you?" "Yeah. What's wrong with that? I've been here plenty of times with her when you were gone." "In the same hotel room?" "Well, I guess I don't understand what you think is going to happen, but no, not in the same hotel room. I was going to get her her own room with my hotel points. Work will pay for my room." "Hmmm. I don't know. I've been meaning to talk to you. It's not like I haven't noticed you looking at her lately." "What do you mean?" "You know very well what I mean, Sam. You've looked at her with that look that guys have when they're looking at hot girls. You've looked at me that way before. And she's been acting kind of funny around you. Almost like she's been flirting with you." "Really? I'm not sure I've noticed." "Oh, Sam. Come on. You haven't seen her when she gives you a hug or walks by you seductively? I know what she's doing. I've done it myself. Exactly when I was her age." "I think she's just growing up, and if I looked at her in any way that you think is inappropriate, I'll not do that." "Oh, it's not like I blame you. She's gorgeous. So, are the two of you going to promise me that you won't come back in love with each other? You're pretty hot yourself." Audrey smiled. "Of course we won't, Audrey. I want her to see what I do with clients. You know, let her tag along. And we'll stay at a nice hotel with a pool, so she can do some swimming and tanning." "When are you thinking?" "I was thinking the week after next. I need to make a trip to Atlanta, so I thought we could fly down on a Sunday or Monday and stay for the week." Audrey was looking at her calendar. "Why don't we all go and make it a family vacation? I don't see anything pressing that week." "Ah, uhmm, okay, well I hadn't thought about that. I thought it would be some father/daughter bonding time." "Yeah, you could still do that during the day. I'll stay at the pool while you two go to work. Hahaha." "Ah, yeah, okay, well, yeah I guess that could work." I was thinking desperately. How could I ward off the family vacation plan? "Oh, wait a second. I have a big presentation to give on that Wednesday. I see it in my notes, but I didn't add it to my calendar. Darn. I guess you two will have to go it alone." She looked up at me. That was a close one. She's noticed me looking at Brandi? I've been gone for a week! When did she notice that? I need to be more careful. And when did she see Brandi hugging me? Flirting with me? I wondered if it wasn't that woman's intuition kicking in. Maybe? Desires within Young Girls Ch. 23 Going All the Way Exams were over, and I was on a flight to Atlanta with Sam. I couldn't believe it. At long last, he was going to show me everything! We had a whole week together in Atlanta to explore our inner most naughty desires! During the car ride to the airport, Sam kept fingering me through my now very soaked panties. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. What would he do to me, I wondered? He said he had several things planned, and I couldn't wait. I brought my sexiest underwear—bras, panties, nighties, stockings, leg warmers—and some very cute, short dresses and tight pants and jeans. I was planning to be his wet dream for a week! I brought lots of sexy makeup and perfume, and he said he had a few toys in the bag that he was going to use on me! OMG! "Brandi, I need to talk to you for a few minutes before we land and get to the hotel." Sam whispered. "Okay." I whispered back in his ear and licked his ear lobe. "Okay, first, no displays of affection anywhere on this trip in public. Do you understand?" "Okay, but why? No one knows us." "You don't know that. And I don't want any suspicion raised whatsoever. In fact, that's what I want to talk to you about." "Okay, Sam, calm down." "I'm calm. I just want us to play this right. So, here's how this is going to work. Your mom thinks we are on this trip for me to take you to see some clients. So, on two of the days that is exactly what we are going to do. You are coming with me to meet some clients as my stepdaughter, which you are." "Okay. Is that all day?" "No, but it will take up a good part of two of our days. That helps maintain our cover. Second thing we are going to do is I've booked two rooms adjacent to each other, so you will have one, and I will have one. We are checking in as stepfather and stepdaughter." "But Sam, I thought we are going to be together!" "We are going to be together. You will come to my room, and you can even spend the night, but we are going to keep up appearances. When we go out to eat or whatever, we are going out as stepfather and stepdaughter. Got it?" "Yes. I can't wait for you to fuck me." I whispered. "Okay, Brandi, you have to listen and pay attention. No flirting or fucking around when we are out. Understand?" "Understand. Got it. No giving you a blowjob under the table at dinner." I giggled. "Brandi." Sam said sternly still whispering close to my ear. "Don't kid around. This is serious." "Yes, sir! I understand. I'll be good. I prommmmisssssseeee." We arrived at the hotel and checked in, and I immediately went to my room to change, put on makeup, and get ready for Sam. I put on a pair of sexy leg warmers, cute little striped panties, a white top, and no bra. My puffy, ample nipples pushed through the fabric of my top. I put on some sexy perfume from Victoria's Secret and knocked on Sam's door. I was ready for him to take me-to do anything he wanted to do to me. We arrived with enough time before dinner to have a nice fuck session, and I wanted it to be memorable. Sam opened the door and his mouth dropped. I sauntered by him, and I felt his eyes watch me and my tight little ass in my panties walk by him. I sat on the edge of his king size bed and pouted. "Sam." I said in my sexy little girl voice. "Are you going to teach me, sir? Are you going to teach me to be your whore? Your dirty little slut? Your filthy little fuck bitch?" Sam looked longingly at me rubbing his crotch through his jeans. He looked so sexy. He hadn't shaved in a day or two, and the stubble on his face and his tight blue jeans were driving me crazy. He stared at me for a long time, drinking me in. Finally, he walked over and ran his fingers through my hair and gently massaged the back of my neck. Then, he turned. He grabbed my hair gruffly and pulled a fist full of it back. "Get down on your knees, Brandi. I'm going to show you how to deep throat my throbbing cock." "Yes, sir," I replied and got down on my knees and looked up at him. He still had my hair in his right hand as he fumbled with his pants to undo them. I decided to help and undid his pants and zipped them down sliding his jeans to the floor. I pushed his boxers down, and his dick sprang out! God! It was big, swollen, and veiney. His helmet was shiny from his precum. He was more than ready. "Put it in your mouth, Brandi, and show me what a good little cocksucker you are." He whispered harshly to me. I wrapped my mouth around his thick dick, pushing as far as I could without gagging, but it was too much. It was so big in my little mouth! He pushed it further in to my throat, and I could feel myself starting to gag. "Brandi, don't use your teeth to stop me. Relax your throat muscles." He took his left hand and massaged my throat muscles. "Let it ease down your throat, baby. I'm going to teach you to suck me. I want my dick all the way down your throat until my balls are on your chin, but you have to relax." I choked and gagged as he pushed further, still holding my hair. I felt the tears welling in my eyes and my mascara running. He pulled back, giving me much needed relief. "Lay back on the bed," Sam ordered. I laid down on my back, and he pushed my legs apart. For a long time he looked at my crotch and panties and rubbed my thighs and rubbed my pussy through my panties. I was so wet!! He stuck a finger into my little hole through my panties and rubbed and teased my little cunt as I squirmed. Finally, he leaned in to me and nuzzled my neck and ear. "Are you ready to take my cock in your mouth you little slut?" "Yes, Sam! Yes, I am." I whispered. "Get down on your knees, look up at me, open your fucking mouth, and show me what a big girl you are, and suck my cock! Do you understand, my little whore?" "Yes! Yes, sir!" He positioned himself over me, dominating me, and grabbed a fist full of my hair once again. He took his other hand and wrapped it around my throat. "Open your mouth, Brandi. And this time, take it! Take it down your throat and work my dick all the way down! Use your lips to control it and put your tongue on the underside of my cock and slowly work it down into your throat. I want to cum in your pretty little mouth. I want you to taste my fucking cum and swallow it like my sweet little slut that I know you want to be for me! Are you my bad little girl, Brandi?" He pulled his dick out and looked sternly at me. "Well, are you?" "Yes, Sam! I am! I'm your bad little girl!" "Then beg for my cock, Brandi! Tell me you want to suck it and taste my cum like a good whore!" "I want it! I want your cock and your cum, Sam! I want to be your fucking little whore. Please, please fuck my mouth! Abuse me like a dirty slut!" I must have said the right thing, because Sam grabbed my hair again and shoved his cock into my mouth! I nearly gagged on the first thrust! He pushed some more, pulled back, pushed some more, pulled back, until finally I had three-quarters of his giant cock down my throat! It felt so massive, and the whole event made my pussy wet and aching! All I could think about was his big dick filling up my tight little pussy and pounding me until we both came in ecstasy! "That's it, Brandi! You dirty little cocksucker. Look what a whore you are. You have a giant dick in your mouth, and you're ready for my cum! Your face is a mess of tears and mascara! You are such a little slut!" Sam pushed some more, holding the back of my head. Then he took both hands and wrapped them around my head and thrust into my mouth like he was fucking my tight little cunt. I could barely take it. And just when I thought I was going to completely gag and choke on his dick, he pulled it out, grabbed it in his right hand, pulled my head and hair back with his left hand and stroked it exactly three times and then shot his load all over my mascara stained face!. His load was massive! Splotches of cum shot out on to my cheek and nose and hair and began to drip down the side of my face. I stuck my tongue out and caught the last drips of his dick and tasted him and swallowed. He stepped back still stroking his cock which was still hard and swollen. Then to my surprise, he pushed me down on the bed, ripped my panties off, and shoved his still swollen dick in my sopping cunt! And he fucked me, grunting and panting and nuzzling my neck and hair while my face was still covered in his cum and mascara! "I"m going to fuck you until you cum my bad little girl. I love to look at you with my cum covered all over you. You are my little hot slut!" I wrapped my legs around Sam and met his thrusts with my own rhythm, wiggling my ass underneath him and grinding my hips to meet his. I couldn't believe how hard he still was and how much he wanted to fuck me! It was like a rabid animal released inside of him. "Oh my god, Sam! Fuck me hard! I want to be your dirty, nasty, fuck slut!" I cried. You want to cum all over my dick, Brandi? Is that what you want to do? Do you want to unload your pussy juice all over me?" "Yess! Oh, god, yessssss!!" I cried. "Your dick feels so gooooooddddd inside me, Sam!" "You are such a filthy girl, Brandi. My cum on your face is so sexy. I can't wait to explode inside of you!" "I'm Daddy's bad girl," I cried! "Yes, you are Daddy's bad girl, aren't you? All that cum on your pretty little face! Your mascara running! Your eyes welled up with tears! Such a dirty slut!" Sam was pounding me now. Our bodies slammed together as I felt the hard slap of his thighs against me. He had my legs pushed back now, my knees pushed up against my ears, and he was pounding my cunt, harder and harder! "Are you going to cum for me, Brandi? Are you going to slop that pussy cum all over my fucking cock? Huh, you dirty little girl? Cum for Daddy! Soak my dick, Brandi! Cum for me!" My pussy was screaming!! I felt it build as Sam talked so dirty to me! Finally, I felt that moment of no return. My pussy began to tighten and pulse! I could feel the orgasm welling from deep within me. My legs tightened around Sam, and I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him in to my cum-stained face. Sam licked my ear lobe and thrust hard one last time! His dick filled my little fuck hole to the hilt, and I felt myself go . . . . My orgasm flowed like a river, releasing what felt like a high pressure balloon! I felt myself leave my body for an instant, looking down on the scene as Sam fucked me. My body convulsed around him, and he leaned up, looked deep into my eyes, thrust his cock in me again, and while watching my orgasm in the movements of my face, he shot a load deep in to the far recesses of my womb and collapsed on top of me. Sam left me dizzy and thirsty. I was spent, and all I could think was what a week this was going to be!!