7 comments/ 86313 views/ 123 favorites Hannah's Hot Tub By: JennyGently Hannah was twelve when her mother Debbie and I first got together and only two years older when we were married. Her parents had divorced when she was only three and her 'real' father now lived in Toronto with his new wife and a gaggle of younger British-Canadian kids. Hannah hadn't seen him in years. The last time she had gone to stay she had felt so awkward with his new wife clearly resenting her presence in the house and the kids being far too young to be company for Hannah that the experience had not been repeated - to the disappointment of no-one other than me. As a result, being an only child of a single mother, Hannah had grown up seeing Debbie, her Mum more as a sister than a mother (in truth there was only an eighteen year gap between them) and the two were extremely close when yours truly first came on the scene. Debbie and I had been introduced at a friend's barbecue party one warm summer day. Both damaged divorcees in our thirties, we had surprisingly hit it off straight away and Debbie had accepted my suggestion that we meet for lunch later in the week. Over the coming few months, lunch dates had become dinner dates; quick kisses goodbye in the doorway had become slow kisses in the hallway and eventually one wonderful morning I woke up in Debbie's bed with her naked body alongside me. Within three months we had moved in together and less than a year later we were married. It should have been a happy ending or a new beginning, but our attempt at playing 'happy families' was seriously marred by Hannah's behaviour. I suppose in retrospect, this was entirely predictable. Hannah took after her Scottish-born father both in appearance and in temperament. A natural redhead with pale, slightly freckly skin and deep green eyes, she was tall and slim to the point of skinny, a situation that made her rather self-conscious and which changed little as she passed through puberty. She also had a fiery Celtic temper to match and used it to the full on those of whom she disapproved - which in most cases was me! When I was merely a visiting boyfriend I was tolerated with cool, almost excessive politeness. When it became clear that her mother and I were sleeping together this changed to bad tempered grumpiness and long silences when we were together. When I actually moved in with them this became almost open hostility, manifesting itself in ways as trivial as deliberately not setting a place for me at the table; hiding my car keys (eventually found under her bed) through acts of increasing seriousness all the way to teenage temper tantrums and on one memorable occasion the cutting in half of all my ties for a supposed slight I had given her over breakfast. "She's just trying to get your attention!" Debbie would say. "And mine too. It's only to be expected. She'll grow out of it!" In my opinion she couldn't grow out of it quickly enough but I bit my lip and kept my mind on my lovely fiancée, as Debbie was at the time. Debbie was, of course, quite right. Hannah did improve considerably, but not gradually as expected. No. to our joint amazement she changed dramatically almost overnight. Looking back, the key moment in her transformation, to our surprise, was the one time we thought she would be at her worst - our wedding! Because we had both been married before, we didn't want a long, drawn-out engagement in which Hannah could create disharmony, but did want to make it a very special event for us both so invited a lot of family and friends to a large wedding breakfast. Hannah at first grudgingly agreed to be a bridesmaid and for most of the time maintained an air of bad tempered grumpy co-operation but as preparations progressed and the day approached, she seemed to start actually enjoying the whole process. It certainly helped that the colour scheme was chosen to suit her. I wasn't allowed in on the plan but when the day finally came and my family and I arrived at the stately Edwardian Registry Office for the ceremony I was completely gobsmacked when my stunning wife-to-be and stepdaughter arrived in the bride's father's cherished Jaguar. Debbie's figure-hugging mid-thigh length cream dress was trimmed with pale jade, the same colour as the flowers she carried and her long blonde hair was trimmed with pale green ribbon. A better looking Spring Bride never was seen! But my mouth truly fell open when Hannah stepped out of the car behind her beautiful mother, looking simply stunning in a close fitting very short sleeveless green dress which matched her mother's to perfection and showed off legs of a length I had never dreamed she possessed. If she had been blessed with boobs it would have shown them off too. Her red hair had been brushed till it shone and was trimmed in the same green ribbon her mother wore. I positively floated through the ceremony - partly on a raft of champagne, but mostly in disbelief that I could be such a lucky man - and emerged with a ring on my finger and a broad smile on my face. But what really put the icing on the cake was that, when Debbie and I returned from our honeymoon, it was to a step daughter transformed - sweet, happy and beautiful. That doesn't mean that the next few years were without their challenges. No indeed! Apart from the usual 'discussions' about homework, TV and the balance thereof, there were the inevitable 'girly' arguments about make-up (too much), dress style (too tight), skirt length (too short), heel height (too high), fake tan (ridiculous on a freckled red head!), party hours (too late), unsuitable friends (too disreputable) and, of course boyfriends - although there were surprisingly few of these. To be honest, I stayed well away from most of these issues, leaving Debbie to lay down the law as she saw fit. It was cowardly I know but the two of them had been so close it made my position difficult. And then there was the issue of privacy. As Hannah maturated physically if not emotionally, it became increasingly difficult to move around the house without being embarrassed or causing offence. Sometimes she would sit cross legged casually watching TV either in her underwear or with her skirt up around her waist. I didn't know where to look! Sometimes the bathroom door wouldn't be properly locked allowing me to accidentally walk in on her in the bath with consequent embarrassment and resentment. On other days, her bedroom door would be left ajar as she got changed with the same result - trouble for me. As she grew older and taller so her skirts became shorter and shorter and she continued walking round the house dressed only in her underwear as if she was still a child which made my position very difficult indeed. Thank God her boobs remained tiny - a fact I knew only too well after walking unsuspecting into my own bedroom one evening to find the newly nineteen-year-old Hannah flagrantly bare-breasted, trying on a new red bikini in front of her mother. Needless to say I was not popular that night either, but over time we reached an acceptable, if sometimes tense way of living and life carried on. *** In the spring, just after Hannah's eighteenth birthday, Debbie and I decided to treat ourselves and bought a hot tub for the garden. What with the famously bad British Summers, this was a risky purchase but we had been hankering after one since our family holiday in Portugal the previous year. The villa in which we had stayed had been on a complex which included, amongst other things, a sauna, a steam room and several hot tubs. Neither Debbie nor I had cared for the first two items (Debbie said they ruined her hair) but we had both really loved the feeling of hot bubbly water around us in the fresh air. Hannah had loved them all of course but had particularly liked the hot tub and had stayed far too long until her fingers pruned. We decided we just had to have one for ourselves! Our garden backs on to woodland and is very secluded. There was a space just large enough directly across the patio from the dining room doors where a tub could go, entirely hidden from the neighbours and, with judicious placing of trellis, also hidden from most of the windows in the house. So, when we came home we raided our savings, hit the credit cards big-time and placed an order. The tub arrived soon afterwards. It was round, deep, blue on the inside and had an underwater bench seat around most of the perimeter. For a week or so it stood in its plastic packaging on the patio but eventually the workmen arrived and it was installed just in time for the long weekend holiday; an Easter present to us all. It was a great success from the first day. From the moment my wife crossed the patio in the sunshine dressed in her white bikini, her shapely body stepping nervously but sexily towards me, I knew I was going to love it. We floated and chatted and touched each other under the water for a long time, my erection huge but blessedly concealed beneath the bubbles. The first time she stepped out of it, the water cascading from her lightly tanned body, her hair dark and falling down her back, I fell in lust all over again. I lost count of the number of times Debbie and I made love in the tub over the next few months; sometimes on the wooden seat to the side, sometimes beneath the water. Hidden from prying eyes and especially when Hannah was away, we tried every idea that came to us. It's amazing how long a man can hold his breath if he's giving a beautiful girl oral sex under the water. It's amazing how long a girl can stay submerged with a man's cock in her mouth. Debbie's favourite trick was to strip off her bikini bottom under the water and straddle me as I sat on the submerged bench, teasing me cruelly as she lowered herself down onto my erect cock, taking control, riding me like a professional and rising on her knees if I was naughty enough to try and thrust upwards. It brought a new and exciting dimension to our already active sex. Unfortunately, when she was home, my stepdaughter Hannah tended to monopolise the tub which put a severe damper on our aquatic adventures but with imagination we managed and in all, the tub was an inspired purchase. *** It was a few months later and we had been celebrating. Debbie had just been made a Partner in her law firm - quite an achievement at her age - and we had asked a few friends round to help us mark the occasion. The evening had gone well with champagne flowing, drinks and food in the garden and a great chance for us all to be glamorous for a while. Debbie had looked stunning in a short black cocktail dress, even Hannah had made an effort and had squeezed into a tight fitting green number that suited her colouring so well and showed off her astonishingly long legs to powerful effect. This effect was not lost on many of our guests, male and female, who respectively admired and envied her youth and unselfconscious attractiveness. I was amused to see how on several occasions she found herself flirting unintentionally with some of the older men but to my surprise, none of the younger lads. The evening passed happily; Debbie was seldom the centre of attention so at first was a little uncomfortable being the star of the show but a after few glasses of champagne and a large dose of obvious goodwill she was happy, relaxed and enjoying her good fortune. As midnight approached and the air began to cool, the guests began to leave and the three of us began to relax, especially our new Junior Partner who by now had obviously enjoyed at least one glass of champagne more than was wise. Both she and Hannah were complaining of tired legs after three hours in ridiculously high heels and we all looked longingly at the hot tub, quickly coming to a unanimous decision to leave the clearing up to the morning and rushing inside to change into our swimming costumes. Two minutes later, the three of us lay back in the hot water listening to the low hum of the motor and feeling the strong jets massage our legs and backs. Debbie had changed into the tight white bikini that accentuated her womanly curves and I loved to see her wearing. Hannah had donned her one-piece swimsuit, green of course, which tended to highlight the skinniness of her body and her near-absence of breasts and made her look much younger than her current eighteen years. The warm water lapped around the three of us, the slow, atmospheric music that had been playing most of the evening seemed louder and more enveloping now that the guests had gone. I raised the plastic safety-glass of champagne to my lips and took a long sip, smiling as both Debbie and Hannah did the same. "To our new Junior Partner!" I said, toasting my gorgeous, capable wife for the umpteenth time that night. "To Mummy!" Hannah chorused, her words a little slurred. "Just how much have you had to drink tonight?" Debbie asked her daughter in amusement, her own words slurred too. "Just about... enough!" She replied cheekily, grinning and stretching out her long legs. "Ouch!" I giggled as her toes collided with my inner thigh. "Oops! Sorry!" Hannah raised a hand to her mouth in mock horror and brought her knees up under her chin so they stuck up out of the water. A moment later I felt Debbie's feet on my lap and began to stroke her calves and ankles beneath the bubbles as we tried to spot the constellations in the clear blackness of the sky above. A short while later I felt Hannah's feet join her mother's and I stroked them both absent-mindedly, feeling the effects of the champagne. Debbie was clearly feeling it too because I could see her eyes closing in the low patio light, then opening wide in surprise as her face dipped into the water. "I think our new Partner needs to go to bed," I said after this had happened for a third time. "What?" she asked, her voice definitely slurred. "It's bed time, Debs," I smiled. My wife sighed. "I suppose you're right. I can't keep my eyes open. But what about... all this?" she asked, waving her hand at the general untidiness in the garden. "Hannah and I will bring it all inside tonight. We'll clean up together in the morning. "Sure you don't mind?" "Certain, right Hannah?" The ginger head nodded eagerly. "No problem Mum, leave it to us," she smiled. "Thanks you two. I'm SOOOO tired!" Placing her hands on the tub's rim, Debbie lifted herself upright and climbed unsteadily out of the water. She shivered momentarily in the cold air, then pulled a bathrobe around her and slipping on her flip flops, swayed towards the house. "I think someone else has had... just enough, too!" I laughed. My wife turned and, sticking her tongue out at us, flounced away, closing the back door behind her. "I hope she doesn't lock it!" Hannah said. I grinned. "We'd look like two prunes if we stayed in here all night." I joked. Hannah grinned back at me. "Oh well! I suppose we'd better get on with the tidying up then." I said, preparing to stand up. Suddenly Hannah's hand was on my arm. "Not just yet!" she insisted. "Let's finish our drinks first. It's too cold to get out now." Smiling, I lowered myself back into the steaming water and raised my legs so my heels rested on the bench at the far side of the tub. Hannah lifted her legs so that they rested across my upper thighs. I tickled her feet playfully. "Don't!" she laughed. "No please, don't!" I stopped tickling her and let my hand rest on her slender ankle which I began to stroke absent-mindedly under the warm water, sipping champagne with my other hand and listening to the silence on the night - a silence broken by the occasional firework going off in the dark distance. Hannah slid herself around the tub's bench seat until she was sitting close up to me, her legs still across mine. I could feel the back of her thighs on my lap but thought nothing of it. My hands which had been stroking her ankles were now close to her knees and without thinking, I began to stroke her lower thighs instead. "I love the first few weeks of summer," she said softly, "It's so... exciting! As if... anything could happen!" Her voice was low and, I slightly slurred as no doubt was my own. "Just how much champagne HAVE you had?" I laughed and immediately regretted it as her beaming face turned to a frown. "I'm not a child, you know," she countered, her body stiffening. " I know," I said quietly, patting her thigh under the water. "It's just hard to keep pace with the way you've grown since I first met you all those years ago." "You're not that old yourself, you know," she said strangely, wriggling closer to me on the bench and putting her legs right across mine. An eerie silence descended, punctuated by more exploding fireworks. I stroked further up her thigh with my fingertips. She wriggled a little more. "Sorry. Does it tickle?" I asked, my hand moving away from her leg. She grasped my wrist and pulled my fingers back onto her thigh. "It's nice. Sort of soothing too though," she replied and the silence fell again. The tub's motor came to the end of its cycle and stopped. The dark silence was eerie and after a minute I pressed the button again. The water jets resumed their pleasant pummelling of my back and thighs as, without a conscious thought passing through my mind, my fingers slowly and gently resumed their stroking of Hannah's knees and gradually continued their unconscious travel upwards along her slender thighs. In short, smooth movements my fingertips lightly danced over her warm skin, which felt soft and smooth under the hot water as her thighs became thicker and softer closer to her waist. The turbulence from the jets swirled around my hands and I felt Hannah's pale, skinny arm slip around my shoulders. "Are you ok?" I asked in a whisper. She simply nodded as in the darkness of the water my fingers moved gradually but inexorably along her thigh towards the hem of her costume, unconsciously sliding deeper between her thighs as they progressed, surprisingly without resistance. The night was spookily silent, neither of us speaking a word but I could clearly see Hannah's lycra-covered breasts rising and falling close to my chest in long and deep, rhythmic breaths. My dancing fingers casually slipped deeper between her thighs. To my astonishment, I felt her legs open slightly as if to allow better access to her forbidden core. My fingers slipped deeper until the back of my hand brushed against her inner thighs. I stroked the soft skin beneath my fingertips. Suddenly I was aware of a low, breathless moan in my left ear. I turned my head to see Hannah, her eyes now closed, resting her forehead gently and submissively on my shoulder. To my horror I realised that my fingers were now gently massaging the crotch of her swimming costume and that she had unquestionably spread her legs to make room for me. I froze. "Mmm Don't stop..." Hannah whispered in my ear. "But..." "Shhh! It's ok. Please..." Amazed and confused, I began to massage her soft, young pudenda through the gusset of her tight swimming costume; like a clumsy teenager on a first date, but with an adult's more experienced touch. Something within me told me this wasn't what I was supposed to be doing but the champagne was doing its job and Hannah's undoubted willingness kept my misgivings to the back of my mind. As I explored the contours of her vulva beneath the tight-fitting material, I felt her body tense then relax and the arm around my shoulders tighten and loosen as my fingers did their work. I ran my fingertips lightly into the crease at the top of her thigh, feeling my way along the costume's elasticated hem before carefully beginning to work the tip of one finger underneath it. A moment later I could feel her tightly curled soft pubic hair under my fingernails. Hannah's Hot Tub Hannah breathed heavily into my ear as my finger wormed its way further under the tight cloth until I felt the heat of her wet slit. She gasped softly and I paused as if expecting her to stop me but instead, she simply let her knees fall further apart. With the slightest pressure, I pushed the costume's gusset to one side and gingerly slid the tip of my middle finger into her hot, damp slit. She gasped as my fingertip passed along the length of her outer lips and I felt her arms tighten around my shoulders. I quickly wriggled my fingertip further inwards, sliding it up and down her short, hot slit until I found the entrance to her hottest, deepest place. I paused, feeling her arms trembling slightly round my neck, making certain she really was offering no resistance then ran my fingertips up and down her warm slit, from its base deep between her thighs, over the mouth of her vagina and up to the tiny nub of her clitoris and back. "Ohhh! That's lovely!" she breathed into my ear. The faint voice at the back of my mind told me that this was already too much but Hannah's obvious pleasure once again drove the thought from my mind and I fingered her gently but firmly, feeling the tension in her body grow. "You like this?" I whispered into her ear. "Mmmm yes! Don't stop!" I traced the sides of her slit with my fingers again then boldly pushed the tip of my long middle finger into her vagina. It was tight; very tight; very, very tight; resisting my progress but she felt so, so hot. Part of my mind screamed at me to stop; to try and undo the damage I has already done but another, more dominant part told me to press on; that she was enjoying it; that she really wanted me to do it; that she wasn't my daughter - it was all ok. As if timed to perfection, I felt Hannah's legs fall even further apart and my finger immediately slid into her body up to the first knuckle. "Ohhhh!" She moaned, a strange sound like pleasure mixed with triumph and I pressed my finger a second knuckle deeper into her vagina. It clamped hard on my hand. "So tight..." I murmured then began to move my finger round inside her tightly-gripping passage. After a moment I felt her loosen a little. "Please... don't stop..." Her words were intoxicating. Pushing all remaining reservations aside, I began to finger my stepdaughter's vulva with as much care and caution as my increasing passion would permit. My erection now painfully tangled in my shorts, Hannah couldn't possibly fail to feel it pressed against the back of her legs as my hand slipped completely inside her swimming costume to cup her entire mound. It was an awkward angle and the tight elastic must have hurt her leg but neither of us seemed to care and I thrust my middle finger deep into her extraordinarily tight vagina, turning it back and forth then hooking it upwards within her body in a half instinctive attempt to find her g-spot. "Ohhhh yessss!" Hannah's words were whispered close into my ear and I redoubled my efforts despite the tangle of Lycra around my wrist. Curling my finger and working it in short, fast movements I found the small rough patch behind her pubic bone that I had been searching for and ran the tip of my finger across its surface over and over again. Hannah's pelvis writhed and flexed against my hand, the elasticated hem of her costume all but cutting off the blood to my fingers but I kept on fingering her, all thoughts of impropriety driven from my mind. I felt her whole body flex, a strange choking noise escape her lips then her teeth biting hard into my shoulder as a powerful shudder pulsed through her body, followed by a second then a third. "Are you two going to stay there all night?" Suddenly, reality burst in upon me as my wife Debbie's voice boomed from an upstairs window. Her words were still slurred from the evening's drinking but their effect was as if a bucket of ice had been thrown over me. I pulled my hand away from my stepdaughter's body as if it had been burned. Hannah squealed softly into my ear and her legs tightened together in involuntary protest as if trying to keep my fingers in place, but the erotic magic of the previous few minutes was broken. "Oh my God!" I croaked, half paralysed by the shock of what had happened - and what might have happened. "Just letting the cycle finish" I called up unconvincingly to the face at the window. Hannah's body was still trembling, though whether this was the aftermath of her orgasm or fear of being discovered by her mother I couldn't tell. "Don't be too long," Debbie called in a stage whisper, "it's lonely up here..." The sexual innuendo was obvious. In other circumstances it would have been embarrassing both to me and to Hannah but our mutual guilt prevented and such feelings. "Saved by the bell!" my stepdaughter whispered ambiguously in my ear. She carefully, almost reluctantly removed her leg from my lap and, standing and turning slowly began to get out of the tub. I watched as she pulled her swim suit down over her partly exposed pudenda and wriggled until the elastic lay where it should have been before stepping onto the bench and out of the not water, which cascaded steamily from her lithe body. She stepped onto the cold wooden decking and pulled a bathrobe around herself. I followed a little behind her, shivering. "You go on up to bed!" I said, unable to look her in the eye. "I'll clear up here." "I could help..." She protested. "I'll do it on my own!" I snapped then immediately regretted it. "Sorry Princess. I didn't mean to snap at you." "It's ok... Daddy," she replied. I was amazed. Hannah almost never called me Daddy. She crossed to the doorway and turned. I raised my head, still barely able to look at her. "I mean it's ALL ok, ALL of it, understand?" she said, looking me straight in the eye. And with that she blew me a kiss and skipped upstairs. Drying myself as best I could with Debbie's damp cast off towel, I pulled on my own robe and gathered all the used glasses and bottles from the garden and into the kitchen. I left our three champagne glasses beside the kitchen sink and, locking the back door, joined my wife in our big double bed. Debbie was fast asleep, as expected. I listened to her breathing as I lay awake for what seemed like hours, racked by feelings of guilt at my behaviour, shocked that Hannah had let me do it and apparently enjoyed it, terrified at what had nearly happened and what might still happen if Debbie found out. *** I didn't sleep at all well that night, or the next few nights, plagued with feelings of guilt, bafflement at what I had done and with a terrible dread that Hannah had in some way 'set me up' as one of her terrible games. Every night when I came home from work I half expected Debbie to be there waiting for me armed with accusations, Hannah behind her with that evil triumphant grin on her face. However, after nearly two weeks without the sky coming down around my shoulders, I began to accept that Hannah really did think it had all been ok and I gradually began to relax a little. Nevertheless, I still tried to avoid being alone with my stepdaughter and avoided using the hot tub altogether to the extent that Debbie began to ask why I had agreed to buy it in the first place if I wasn't going to use it and wondered jokingly who she might get to accompany her into the water instead of me. From then on I made sure that I was available whenever my wife wanted to relax in the tub and things began to return to normal again. It was clear from the looks she occasionally gave me that Hannah believed she and I now had a shared secret but there was no sign that she was even thinking of letting her mother in on it. Her behaviour however became even trickier for me, with her choice of clothing being the main cause for concern. Her short skirts became, if it were possible, even shorter; her tight tops even tighter; her absence of bra even more obvious through the tightly stretched material of her shirts. Her bedroom door was left ajar on more occasions as she changed and sometimes even the bathroom door was left open too. On a few occasions when her mother was out, she even came downstairs after a shower or bath with only a short fluffy towel wrapped around her. I didn't know where to look; certainly I had no idea what to say. It was increasingly difficult to avoid seeing far more of her than I was comfortable seeing and hiding my consequent unavoidable arousal from both Hannah and her mother was becoming tricky. I even began to go for long runs or to the gym on the obvious occasions when the two of us would otherwise be alone in the house, but to no avail - I simply could not get that girl out of my mind. *** It was Friday night, a few weeks later and I had arrived home from work unexpectedly early. My meeting in London had ended sooner than usual and I had been able to catch an earlier train. The house was empty; Debbie was meeting colleagues after work and Hannah was going to a movie with a potential date so I could do whatever I wanted without interference. What I wanted to do first was go on a run through the ancient woodlands that our house backed onto - the warm late August sun was shining so brightly it was simply too perfect an opportunity to miss - so after quickly changing into my vest and shorts, off I went. An hour later, hot and sweaty but feeling content and very righteous, I jogged panting into the back garden and tried to regain my breath while cursing myself for not having trained harder for the past few months. The run had been everything I had wanted; warm paths, cool shade, the smell of the trees; perfect! Opening the back door I quickly grabbed a cold drink from the fridge before going back outside to rehydrate and cool down. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the hot tub that bubbled away almost silently in the corner of the patio and the idea of having the sweat and dust on my body washed away and my tired muscles gently massaged by the water grew more appealing by the minute. I went back into the house and grabbed a towel from the laundry room then slipped off my running shoes, socks and vest before returning to the tub dressed only in my running shorts. I knew I should have had a shower before getting into the water but it looked so inviting, I felt so hot and sweaty and there was no-one to see me so I just couldn't resist it. I stepped guiltily into the water, panting a little at its temperature then lowered myself up to my neck in its hot depths. It felt simply wonderful as my body adjusted to the heat; the calming, soothing liquid enveloped my tired, aching muscles, its warmth making me almost dizzy with the sensations. I sat on the submerged bench, lay back against the smooth side, spread my arms around its edge and tilted my face towards the clear blue sky. Relaxation washed over me. Alone in the house, out of earshot of the phone, invisible to the neighbours and feeling pleased with myself for having got the day's exercise out of the way, I washed the salt from my face and pressed the button beneath my fingers. The bubbles started. I could feel the powerful water jets pummelling my legs, lower spine and shoulders, easing the strain my woodland run had induced. I sipped my Diet Coke, wishing it had been a cold beer instead, closed my eyes and let myself drift into a doze. The weekend was coming; Anne and Ted's barbecue on Friday; walking in the countryside on Saturday... "Pfffft!" The sound of a drink can being opened snapped me back from my reverie with a jolt. "Hi!" Hannah's voice coming from behind me was soft and friendly, "Fancy a beer?" "Hannah!" I jumped with surprise, my head turning first left then right in a futile attempt to see where the voice was coming from. My awkwardness made her giggle as she walked round the tub and into my field of view. My tall, skinny stepdaughter had changed into the smallest bikini I had ever seen - mere scraps of dark blue cloth held together with dark blue strings and bows. There was no way her mother would ever have bought it for her. Fortunately her breasts were so small even this inadequate piece of clothing could contain them but I still felt uncomfortable. "Like my new Bikini?" she asked, amused, "better not tell Mum, ok?" she added in a conspiratorial whisper as she replaced my warm flat Coke with a can of cold beer and lowered herself gently into the water opposite me. "I thought you had a date," I said, slightly annoyed at the interruption and feeling rather nervous. "I just cancelled," she replied as she sank beneath the water, looking me straight in the eye. She leaned back until just the tips of her barely-covered nipples were visible above the foam. To my horror I could see they were erect. "You've been avoiding me," she said accusingly once she had settled herself on the low bench, "Why?" The bubbling water just covered her bikini top which saved me a little of my embarrassment. "What makes you think that?" I asked, spinelessly answering a question with a question. She gave me an exasperated look. "I'm not a child anymore," she said enigmatically, "I thought we had... something special between us." By now my cock was rock hard and painfully tangled in my running shorts. I fidgeted beneath the bubbles trying to free its constricted end without drawing my stepdaughter's attention to my discomfort. "Hannah, that was a mistake," I replied, trying to sound like a parent and not like the rather frightened, turned-on teenager that I felt like, "I shouldn't have..." I ran out of words. "Shouldn't have what?" she asked aggressively. "Shouldn't have fingered your stepdaughter?" "Hannah!" "Well that's what happened isn't it?" "I didn't realise what I was doing," I protested. She laughed. "From here it felt like you knew exactly what you were doing!" Her green eyes sparkled with mischief and something moved between my thighs. I quickly tried to close my knees but was too late; Hannah had stretched out her leg until her right foot was pressing against my crotch, her toes firmly against the erection that I now couldn't hope to hide. "That's better," she said, wiggling her toes against my shaft, "I thought you might be hiding something from me. Now we don't have to pretend." "Hannah, I..." "Don't worry!" she interrupted, "When I told you everything was okay, I meant EVERYTHING was okay." Her toes wriggled again against my cock which was now bent painfully in my shorts. "Except it isn't okay anymore because you don't want to be with me." The toes worked their way beneath my tight scrotum. "Why are you doing this, Hannah?" I asked, for some reason quite unable to do the simple thing and push her foot away from my groin. "Don't you like it?" she asked archly, "It feels as if you like it." She wiggled her toes against my erection again. "Hannah, please..." I began but there was no conviction in my voice. "It's only fair," she continued, her foot falling away from my groin. She slid forwards in the water until she was on her knees in front of me, the bubbles reaching her small breasts, her hands replacing her toes on my erection. "After all, if it's okay for you to touch me, then it should be ok for me to touch you, shouldn't it?" "Hannah I..." "Or don't you think Mum would agree with that?" The supposed threat was obvious but belied by her eyes which were sparkling with mischief as her fingertips slid underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts, pulling them down a few inches, allowing the head of my almost fully erect cock to poke out of the top. "Stop!" I croaked in surprise. My hands flew to my groin in an attempt to cover myself but she was determined. I felt her slender fingers closing around the upper half of my exposed shaft. A surprised, uncertain expression crossed her face but whatever thought were causing it, she seemed to fight them away and I felt her grip on my shaft tighten. "Fair's fair, Daddy," she said softly in a voice quite unlike her normal tones, "it's my turn now - I'm sure Mummy would agree." "Hannah I didn't..." "Oh yes you did, Daddy. You definitely did. And now it's my turn - unless you'd like to ask Mummy first!" She brushed my helpless hands away and began to run her fingers inexpertly up and down my erect cock. She was clumsy and unsure with a slightly puzzled expression on her face as if touching one for the first time though that idea didn't come to me until much later. Whatever her skills might have been, my body didn't complain and within seconds my cock was fully erect, awkwardly tangled in my shorts. Hannah's fingers delved deeper between my thighs as if exploring a man's body was a new and exciting adventure but the shorts frustrated her access. I felt her fingers leave my cock and slip under my elastic waistband. There was a short sharp tug, then another, then she looked me straight in the eye. "Lift up!" she grinned. "Hannah please," I began, "we shouldn't..." "Shh!" she interrupted, "we already did, remember?" She pulled again at my waistband. Like an automaton I lifted my bottom from the bench and felt my shorts slip being drawn down my thighs and over my knees where presumably they rested tangled around my ankles beneath the bubbling water. "There! That's better!" I felt very naked and exposed; my eighteen year old stepdaughter had just stripped me! Freed of its constraints, my cock burst out from the tangle of pubic hair at its base and stuck vertically upwards, already very hard indeed. Hannah looked both puzzled and amused then I felt her little hands moving along my thighs until her fingers brushed against my shaft then took it once again in her fist. Beneath the water, my stepdaughter began to masturbate me, her slender fingers sliding awkwardly up and down my so-hard shaft. Looking back it was obvious that she had little idea what to do; she made no attempt to play with my smooth, swollen end or the tight sack between my thighs but it didn't matter; the sensations were wonderful if bewildering. Indeed I became so aroused so quickly that, if she had done any more, I would probably have come straight away. "Do you like this?" she asked quietly. "God yes," I replied breathlessly. A huge glow of satisfaction crossed her pretty young face as she moved closer, her hands still on my cock then rose slowly to her feet in front of me, only releasing my erection as she stood upright with the bubbling water washing around her barely-covered groin. Her smooth, skinny belly was only a few inches from my face, dripping with hot water; her pale skin slightly tinged with the pink which was as close as she ever got to a sun tan. She placed her hands on my shoulders and stood still, expectantly, her legs straddling mine. "Take off my panties, Daddy!" she hissed into my ear, "I want to feel your fingers again." Stunned, compliant and with my heart thumping, I raised my right hand to her left hip and gently pulled the tail of the bow holding her tiny bikini in place. It resisted and she giggled. I pulled harder and, with a slight squeaking sound, the bow came undone and the side of her bikini fell away, revealing tantalisingly the top corner of her tightly curled triangle of fiery pubic hair. "Now the other side. Please!" I could feel Hannah trembling slightly as I raised my left hand and released the second bow. The tiny scrap of material fell away completely, floating on the bubbling surface of the water and leaving her vulva naked and glistening in the foam. My heart still pounded in my chest as I reached out for her waist with both hands, then ran my fingers down her sides, across her skinny tight buttocks and around to her flame-red triangle where I tangled my fingertips in the tight teenage curls. Hannah's Hot Tub "Are you sure you want this?" I whispered. My stepdaughter nodded slowly. "I'm sure, Daddy." I slide my hand between the top of her pale, skinny thighs, feeling the warmth of her wet flesh against my skin. She was smooth and hot and incredibly arousing as she parted her legs to give me freer access once again. Turning my hand slightly, I ran my middle finger slowly along the length of her slit, feeling the heat from her body and the soft vulnerable folds of flesh concealed between her puffy, almost hairless outer lips. "Mmmm!" She moaned softly and I repeated the action, toying with her inner lips and finishing up with my fingertips either side of the hard nub of her clitoris. I squeezed it gently. "Oh!" The sound of pleasure and surprise that escaped her lips made me erection surge yet further upwards. Emboldened, I began to toy with her tiny clit, running my finger along its underside then back between her thighs until I could dip its tip into her vagina. "Yes... yes please..." Unlike most of the girls I had fingered in my life, Hannah seemed to get more pleasure from her vagina than her clitoris so I plunged my finger deeper into her and began to work it back and forth as I had done that first amazing evening in that same hot tub. She was tight; incredibly tight and I had to press hard to penetrate her body but I persisted until my entire middle finger was inside her, my palm cupping her fiery red triangle. I worked my finger around, curling it back towards her pubic bone in search of her g-spot, still amazed at how extraordinarily tight my young stepdaughter's vagina really was. Finally my fingertips found the small rough patch hidden within her and I began to stroke it, first slowly then with small, fast movements. "Oh my God!" Hannah's already-trembling body began to shake as I my fingers did their job within her vagina. Her hands were on my shoulders; I felt her fingernails digging into my flesh as the muscles on my forearm bunched and my fingertip moved faster and faster over her g-spot, her vagina still gripping me as tightly as I had ever been gripped. "Daddy...Oh Daddy..." she moaned. I large tremor rocked her body as, I guessed, a small orgasm passed through her. I fingered her a little more and a larger tremor swiftly followed. I looked into her pretty face; her eyes were tightly closed and she was biting her lower lip. Driven by my own needs, I slowed my fingering to a stop, feeling tiny aftershocks passing through her skinny body. Her eyes opened and I looked into their dreamy pupils anxiously. "Do you want to... do it?" I asked softly. My half-finished question was answered with a clear, unambiguous slow nod. "I really want to... do it!" Removing my hand from her groin and taking her firmly by the waist, I turned her back towards me. Naked from the waist down, her half-hidden buttocks were pale and firm. I steered her until her bottom was over my lap and slowly but firmly lowered her onto my waiting erection. I felt the heat of her body in the water as her young vulva touched the sensitive tip of my cock which parted her inner lips as it slowly penetrated her lithe teenage body. What should have happened was that she slid smoothly down my rock hard cock, forcing it deep into her hot waiting core until her soft buttocks nestled against my groin and my sensitive tip rested against her youthful cervix. What actually happened was that, unsuspected by either of us, the water in the hot tub had washed away most of her natural lubrication and despite her spread legs, her tight body resisted penetration painfully. After half a dozen attempts at lowering herself onto my cock during which her inner lips were stretched and her clitoris battered, eventually she sat back hard and bent my erection almost in half which made me cry out in pain. The tension now broken, and giggling her apologies, Hannah stood up in the water, turned around to face me and replaced her hands on my shoulders. A broad smile on her face, she lowered her lips to mine and we kissed. At first it was a simple peck, then a second, then a third then we dissolved into a full scale make-out kiss, lips wide open, tongues deep in each other's mouths. And as we kissed, I felt her knees moving either side of mine until she was straddling me properly. Without breaking the kiss and with judicious use of her supple, writhing hips, my anxious fingers and a lot more giggling, we managed to part her inner lips enough to let her ease herself onto my cock. Our mouths froze and parted as, with some difficulty, the head of my cock entered her body. The feeling of her tight, hot, slightly dry vagina sliding down over my painfully hard, half bruised erection for the first time is one I will never forget. Biting her lip again, Hannah lowered herself slowly onto me, paused when the lubrication dried up, then rocked back and forth, raising and lowering herself until her wetness returned, then slowly continued her descent until her smooth, bony buttocks rested on my lap. This time I could feel my erection being slightly bent by the pressure of her cervix on its tip. It was as if I was in a dream. She really was warm, tight and all around me, her bikini clad breasts right in front of my unbelieving eyes. I raised my head towards hers and she kissed me deeply on the mouth, our tongues entwining as she wriggled on my cock, somehow managing to sink an extra half inch deeper until I clearly felt my sore head pressing hard against the entrance to her teenage womb. My hands cupped her buttocks on my lap and I kissed her small, firm breasts through her tiny blue bikini top then reached behind her for the brassiere's fastening to free her nipples for my tongue to play. Hannah's hands prevented me. I looked into her eyes puzzled. She smiled, nodded upwards at the bedroom window and shook her head before releasing my hands and flipping the bikini top up and over her tiny cone-shaped breasts, allowing them to stand erect in the cool air. "It's easier to put back if we have to..." She whispered in my ear. I half wondered how many times she had needed to make a quick exit from an encounter such as this but my mind was quickly drawn back to the slim youthful body surrounding mine. The cold night air had turned her nipples into hard, tight nubs and I kissed first one then the other drawing each in turn into my mouth where I teased it with my front teeth with what I hoped was gentleness and passion mixed together. Hannah giggled and began to raise and lower herself on my cock, her fingers on my shoulders again to help her balance in an astonishing imitation of her mother's favourite lovemaking position. The thought of my wife Debbie should have made me stop what we were doing immediately but to my shame all I could think of was Hannah. God! She was tight - even with her legs splayed wide open. Tighter than any vagina I had ever encountered even in my mis-spent youth. My hands returned to her buttocks, firm smooth and athletic. I could feel the muscles of her legs and groin tensing and relaxing as she gently rode me, her body quickly lubricating again to both our delight and relief. The angle of my penetration was still awkward and my erection somewhat bent but when her buttocks reached my lap with every downward stroke almost my full length was embedded in her. The tightness of her young vagina sent incredible waves of pleasure through my body. I shuddered and let out a soft moan. "Mmmm! I've wanted this for sooo long," Hannah whispered, leaning closer to me, "I thought you'd never get the message!" She leaned back and grinned at me, my cock bending awkwardly within her body, her hands firmly on my shoulders as she rose and fell, rose and fell, the bubbling water now making splashing sounds that I was sure would give us away but which Hannah completely ignored. "Mmmm... I think... you've wanted this... for a long time too," she whispered in time with the movement of her slender body. "Oh God! Yes" I moaned as her tight, teenage vagina squeezed my aching shaft. "Then why... shouldn't we... enjoy... ourselves?" "But your Mum..." "Shhh!... She'll never know... this can be... our little secret..." "Oh Hannah! That feels soooo good!" "Mmmm... it's good... for me too..." Her hands were on my shoulders, her breasts moving gently up and down with the movement of her legs. The water rippled softly around her waist, thighs and bony buttocks as she slowly impaled herself over and over again on my cock, her hands stroking my shoulders and upper arms as I stroked her face and tiny breasts. 'Mmmm... that's so lovely," she moaned, lowering her mouth to whisper in my ear again. "Hannah..." I began but she put a single finger across my lips. "I think... it's time... for you to fuck me properly Daddy!" She hissed. "Where...?" I whispered back. 'Right here in the sunshine." "But someone will see us," I protested weakly though I had taken great care to ensure the tub wasn't overlooked from any direction. 'You know that's not true," she whispered, still rising and falling on my erect cock, "don't you want me, Daddy?" "Oh Hannah..." I felt her arms close tightly around my neck and her skinny legs wrap themselves around my hips and upper thighs. My erection, still partly inside her body was twisted awkwardly then slipped out of her vagina but I didn't care; I leaned forward and began to stand in the water, surprised at how little she weighed and pleased that my gym sessions allowed me to act the strong man with my little lover. For a moment we stood up in the water, my shorts invisible around my ankles leaving me apparently naked. Hannah, her long skinny pale legs wrapped around me, was naked from the waist down with her bikini bra ludicrously bunched above her tiny boobs. Water cascaded from our bodies as I shuffled clumsily forward to the edge of the tub and I carefully lowered her bony bottom onto the wide edge. Hannah's eyes never left mine as she released my neck, then leaned back on the wooden deck, propped up on her slender arms and spread her skinny legs wide, exposing her puffy, engorged vulva in the evening sunlight, her sparse pubic hair dark with dampness, her bikini top now even higher up her flat chest. I shuffled forward until my legs met the edge of the submerged seat where I knelt carefully, ensuring my cock was level with her open, waiting vulva and took it firmly in my hand. I shuffled forward until its smooth rounded head was pressed against her puffy slit and rubbed it up and down until I found the hot slippery core within. "Are you sure?" I asked as I pressed my tip between her inner lips. "It's a bit late to change my mind, isn't it?" she chuckled, "just fuck me, Daddy!" Before the words were out of her mouth, I pressed myself forwards and into her body again. Hannah gasped as, despite her lack of lubrication, half my length penetrated her in a single thrust. "Oh God!" she croaked, "Oh my God!" Her body tensed, her legs closing around my hips as if to push me away but then just as suddenly relaxed. "Did it hurt?" I asked, concerned. She shook her head emphatically and I drew myself back until just the head of my cock was within her. I pressed myself forwards again, this time at least two third of me shaft slipped inside her. She winced as her inner dryness brought my progress to a halt, panting in apparent shock at the penetration. I pulled back again, then made little in-and-out movements close to her entrance and was delighted to feel her lubrication flowing around my shaft. "Is that better?" I asked softly. "Mmm..." she nodded, biting her lower lip as she stared down between her open thighs where half my shaft was clearly visible, joining our two pubic triangles, her eyes now soft and dreamy. I pulled back once more then with a long, slow, smooth motion, thrust myself forwards, ignoring all resistance until my lower belly pressed hard against the underside of her thighs and almost my full length was inside her vagina. "Ouch!" she squealed then immediately slapped a hand across her own mouth and I felt her vagina tighten hard around my shaft until it actually hurt. "Jesus!" I exclaimed as my cock was crushed by the vice-like grip of her vagina, the ligature that was its mouth half throttling my poor erection and maybe even trying to expel it from her body. I pressed myself hard into her, fighting the spam, holding my cock as deep in her as I could. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." she began. "Are you ok?" I asked again, feeling her whole body tense around me. Again she nodded and her green eyes fixed firmly on mine, a look of pain and determination on her pretty, incredibly young-looking face. I stared back, almost unable to believe what I had done and amazed at her skinny, youthful body. Jesus, she was tight! Nothing I had felt in the hot tub came close to the sensations I felt now with her teenage vagina gripping my shaft so tightly from its swelling head right down very nearly to its thick base. With some difficulty, I pulled back half way again as if any further withdrawal would let her expel me completely, then thrust myself forward again until I was deep within her once more. Hannah let out a short, strange grunt but made no attempt to stop me. I drew myself half way back again then began to move in and out of her in long, slow, controlled strokes, feeling her vagina lubricate further and finally begin to loosen around me with each penetration. As she loosened, so the look of anxiety on her face first began to relax then became an expression of surprised pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh!" she sighed softly, her low voice barely audible over the gentle swooshing of the water around my thighs as I moved back and forth. "Not too painful?" I asked under my breath. She just smiled and let her head fall back on her shoulders, exposing her pale thin neck. She looked so young and for a moment I wondered how many other men or boys had felt what I was feeling right then. There had been no hint of a hymen to bar my way, but all her reactions suggested she was very inexperienced. Wonderfully inexperienced. Encouraged, I began to thrust faster, my thighs making waves in the water which sloshed loudly against the sides of the tub, keeping pace with the increasing volume of her moans. As my hips struck hers harder, so her legs opened wider and I felt myself slip that extra half inch into her body until our pubic triangles were pressed hard together. As I reached the extreme depth of my thrust, her eyes flew wide open in surprise. "OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!" What could only be an orgasm gripped her body and I felt her vagina tighten around my shaft until every ridge and undulation on my cock screamed pleasure at me. Half a dozen strokes later, I felt the unmistakable beginning of my own climax bearing down on me; a sharp wet heart stirring deep between my thighs and spreading outwards rapidly. Too rapidly. Before I could even try and control myself, the white hot spasm of my orgasm rushed from my loins to my lower back and up my spine as I began to ejaculate uncontrollably in my stepdaughter's incredibly tight vagina. The thought of pulling out didn't occur to me but even if it had, my climax came so rapidly and so violently that I doubt I could have withdrawn before the damage was done. As it was, I simply dig my fingers hard into the flesh of her waist and hips and pulled her body violently onto my pulsating, spurting cock. I felt her hands on my shoulders then the sharp pain of fingernails piercing flesh as my thrusts became wild and uncontrolled before, amidst the din of wildly splashing water, I slammed myself as deep as I could go into Hannah's skinny young body one last time and held her hard against me. It was only once silence had descended and only the sound of our laboured, panting breath broke the evening stillness that I realised just how noisy the two of us had been. My cock was already softening within her but the sudden fear of discovery turned it to a flaccid appendage instantly and it slipped messily from her red, puffy vagina. I sat back on my heels, feeling the warm water of the tub washing around my surprisingly sore cock and looked up at the girl who I should have thought of as a daughter not a lover. She was smiling at me, her face and chest flushed pink in the half-light, her thighs still spread wide. I could see a trickle of semen beginning to emerge from her inner lips and run down the base of her slit towards the edge of the tub. "Wow!" she said, mirroring the words running around my head. "Are you ok? Did I hurt you? Did you... enjoy it?" I bumbled stupidly, running my hands along her pale skinny thighs. Hannah nodded, her head lowered as if embarrassed but her eyes were gleaming and she made no attempt to conceal her gaping vulva. "Did we really do it? Did we do it all properly?" For a moment I felt confused and upset as if my lovemaking was being criticised but then I realised that wasn't what she meant at all as she continued. "You did everything you wanted to me? We just had real, proper sex all the way?" I smiled and nodded, holding her hands in reassurance. "Yes Hannah. We just had real, proper sex. All the way if you want to think of it like that." A look of triumph, almost elation came over her pretty young face and it began to dawn on me what we had just done - what I had just done, I corrected myself. But there was no regret or reproach in her voice, quite the opposite in fact. "Oh my God! I did it! I actually did it!" I was now very confused. I had expected some post-coital talk, possibly even reproach but not this. "Is... is it always like that? As nice as that I mean?" Her voice was soft and almost child-like, making me remember just how much younger than me she was, and the position of trust I had just so badly abused. "I'm pleased you enjoyed it. I thought I might have hurt you," I said, trying to hold off the tsunami of remorse and guilt that was waiting to engulf me in my state of post-climax remorse. The night air was cool rather than cold and I could feel goose bumps rising on her smooth skin, as no doubt they were on mine. "Come back into the water," I said quietly, glancing up guiltily at the bedroom window. The light was still out, the windows closed. "It's OK!" Hannah hissed as I helped her back into the warmth of the water, "she won't be home for a while, and we were quiet anyway." She settled on the submerged bench next to me, her legs across mine as we had been when it had all started weeks ago. I stroked her calves, knees and thighs lovingly and felt her fingers on my forearms in return. The sun descended over the woodland. "Did you enjoy it too?" she eventually broke the silence, her voice still that of a child. "It was lovely," I replied honestly. "You really mean it?" "Trust me, one of the loveliest ever!" She leaned back, a satisfied smile on her face. "I'm pleased Daddy. Now you can divorce Mummy and marry me instead!" My blood ran cold as the words penetrated deep into my brain, robbing me of all coherent thought. My hand froze on her leg and my body went stiff. "Ow! You're hurting my leg!" "Sorry I..." I stammered, releasing her calf from my unintentionally hard grip. She frowned at me. "You do want to marry me, don't you? Now we've made a baby you have to marry me!" I could taste the fear in my mouth - hard and metallic. What had I done? What kind of creature had I just made love to? What in God's name could I do now? "Um... Hannah... ummm... I mean I... we..." "I always wanted a baby and you'll be a great Daddy." Oh my God! I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead and my spine tingled with fear. Hannah's Hot Tub Then she exploded in laughter. "I'm sorry! I couldn't resist it! You should see the look on your face!" she exclaimed as her body rocked with convulsions of laughter. "Hannah!" I gasped, stunned. "I'm sorry," she gulped in mouthfuls of air, "I'm just so happy; so relieved! And there's something about you that just makes me want to tease you." My mind span with a mix of hurt, anger and relief - but mostly relief. "Then you're not..." I asked helplessly. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she said, stroking me under the chin and grinning, "you're quite safe." "On the pill?" I stammered, "I thought you were... might still be..." "A virgin?" she completed my sentence for me. I nodded. "Would you like me to have been?" She added provocatively, still clearly elated at what we had just done. I was not expecting this response and must have looked surprised because she immediately laughed. "Well I'm certainly not a virgin now, am I?" she smiled, the look of triumph still on her face. "I've been on the pill for year, silly. Remember how I used to get bad period pains? They put me on it back then." I remembered it well; it had been one of the worst behaved times of her life, but she continued. "I'm sorry I teased you but I'm just so happy and relieved. I love you so much!" She kissed me on the lips, her face warm and soft next to mine. "You've just changed my life." I hadn't had many complaints about my sexual technique but this was an extreme compliment indeed. "How have I done that?" I asked, puzzled but very pleased that I hadn't caused any immediate harm. "You promise never to tell Mum?" "How could I after tonight?" I asked. Hannah seemed satisfied with this reply because she leaned back and stroked my arm as my hand stroked her thigh again. "You wanted to know if I was a virgin before you fucked me." I winced at her use of the 'f' word and my hand froze on her leg but Hannah's eyes gleamed as she said it as if with pride. "Well, strictly speaking I wasn't a virgin but I might as well have been," she continued, taking my hand and putting it back on her smooth, naked thigh before wriggling her bikini bra back down over her tiny breasts. "What do you mean?" I asked. She paused before replying then sighed. "I've tried to do it three times before but each time it was awful. There's something... wrong with me that made it all go wrong." "What do you mean," I asked surprised. She took a deep breath. "I freeze up...really badly... down there," she replied. She had certainly been very tight indeed but this surprised me. "The first boy I tried with couldn't get it into me at all. He tried until it hurt us both then got too excited and just came all over me. The second tried so hard he hurt me a lot then just gave up and left me in my room." "That's terrible," I sympathised, meaning it too. After steeling herself to losing her virginity, to have that happen must have been terrible for her self-esteem. "The last one did manage to get inside me but then it happened again. And it hurt like hell and he came straight away." She shrugged, "I suppose he took my cherry but it didn't feel like it. Not like it was with you." I felt ridiculously pleased at these words then immediately felt ashamed of myself, a mature thirty-something year old married man who had been seduced by a skinny teenage near-virgin, and one with a problem too. "Who were they all?" I asked, remembering that Hannah didn't seem to have many boyfriends. "Oh, people from school," she replied but it was obvious from her tone that she wasn't being entirely straight with me. "People?" I asked, still stroking her thigh but my hand moving closer towards her naked vulva again. There was a long pause. "Promise you won't tell Mum?" After what she and I had just done, the question was ludicrous but I promised anyway. "Cross my heart..." She drew in a deep breath. "You know in school you have the 'cool girls' and the 'other girls'?" I nodded, "well, I'm not one of the cool girls. I'm too skinny; too swotty, too flat-chested and too frigid." After what we had just done, this was hard to believe but I let her carry on. "It's like this," she continued, taking me by the hand, "you know it's normal for young girls to get crushes on TV stars, or Boy Bands?" "Yes of course," I replied, remembering my own sister's bedroom covered in posters and the constant drone of the same old records over and over again. "Well some girls get crushes on real life people too, like their teachers, or their friends, or their friends' brothers or mothers or even fathers, right?" I nodded; the song 'Don't stand so close to me!' by the Police sprang into my mind. Of course I knew all this. "But most of us grow out of our crushes when we get older and get boyfriends of our own." "I guess so," was all I could muster in reply, stroking her wet shoulder with my fingertips. But she hadn't finished. "Two years ago I had a crazy crush on a boy from the football team. He was older than me and I was mad about him. I followed him around, wrote him secret letters that I never sent, imagined what it would feel like being married to him and, well, did all the teenage girl stuff. "He never noticed me of course but one of his friends did. I was so flattered that a cool older boy liked me that I agreed to go on a date with him without thinking. He took me in his car to a movie then to the lake and started to grope me. That's when I realised what being with a boy was really like - all clumsy hands and fingers though in a way it did feel very grown up. "Anyway, I was so young and inexperienced I didn't know how to stop him. Before I knew it my panties were around my ankles and he was trying to stick his cock into me. I panicked. My body went all weird, my pussy just closed up and he couldn't get it in. He hurt me so much by trying then came all over my tummy and my clothes. It was really messy and horrible." "That's terrible, Hannah. It sounds almost like rape." "Not really," she contradicted, "I did want him to do it I just panicked when I felt his cock between my legs. He was horrible afterwards. He put the word out that I didn't have a pussy at all; that I was so frigid it had healed up." She looked down into the water, ashamed. "The boys started to call me 'Snap Snatch'" I was horrified. "I'm so sorry," I encouraged, "that was a dreadful experience. You don't have to go on if it upsets you to tell me. " She smiled again. "It feels good to talk. Is that usual afterwards?" "It's very common," I laughed, "it's called 'pillow talk'." "Pillow talk? I like it!" she said, "so ours is 'Hot Tub Talk'?" "I suppose so." She smiled as if really pleased. "Well, that put me off boys for a long time. I don't think I've recovered still because I started getting crushes on grown-ups instead; mostly my teachers and mostly the men," she shot me a look as if expecting a reaction but I kept my expression as bland as I could. "Remember the school trip to the mountains last year? I was crazy about one of the student teachers; he was about twenty-five, a footballer and was on the trip too. I made a bit of a nuisance of myself to be honest but he didn't seem to mind and when he offered to take us to watch the sunset one evening, I was the only one who wanted to go. "I held his hand on the way there. It was so romantic and after the sun had gone down over the mountains, we kissed in the darkness and his hands were all over me. It felt wonderful. When we got back to his room we kissed some more and he touched me all over. It felt even more amazing. I let him strip me and then he tried to do it with me. I wanted to do it so badly and wasn't too frightened and it seemed to be going so well for a while. He managed to get his cock into me a little way but it hurt so badly when he broke my hymen that my pussy went into spasm again." She looked shame-faced. "He yelled then came inside me straight away. When I had cleaned up the mess, I got dressed and ran back to the dorm. I hid from him the whole of the rest of the trip." There was a long silence. "It's called vaginismus according to the internet," she eventually said. "I'm sorry," I told her, squeezing her hand, "You were very, very tight, I have to agree but I thought it worked for us both tonight." She squeezed my hand in return. "It did work. I actually did it! I actually had proper sex with a real man. I'm not Snap Snatch anymore; I'm a normal girl with a normal pussy. I can't tell you how good that makes me feel!" "You were lovely, Hannah. Very tight but it was very nice." "I hoped it would be. I've waited so long." "For the right man?" "For you, silly!" I looked at her, puzzled. "Can't you guess who my oldest, my very original crush has been?" I stared at her, my eyebrows so high I must have looked like a clown. Hannah blushed bright pink then burst out laughing. "Yes, silly! I mean you! Why do you think I was so horrible to you all that time? Mum was getting enough of your attention! It was time you paid attention to me! Or so I thought." There was a long pause as we looked at each other, our eyes locked together. Eventually I stammered: "You mean..?" She nodded. "I've always had a crush on you; right from the beginning, only I didn't realise what it was back then." "But I'm..." "My stepfather, yes I know. But you aren't my real father, my genetic father are you? It's not like it's incest, is it?" I had to agree, it hadn't felt like incest. It most definitely was cheating on Debbie but then again, it really hadn't felt like cheating either. "I thought you hated me," I said, bewildered. "You wouldn't take me seriously," she scowled, amused, "it served you right!" I hugged her bony shoulders and kissed the top of her ginger head. "Did I take you seriously enough tonight?" I felt her hand on my bare thigh then her fingers brushed against the erection that had returned without my noticing. She toyed with it as if it was something new and puzzling and I realised just how inexperienced she really was. "If you were still nearly a virgin, how did you know about straddling me, or riding me? It didn't feel like I was with a virgin; it felt more like I was being seduced by an expert." Hannah clearly took this as a compliment. "I was worried if you knew I wasn't experienced that you wouldn't go through with it. I didn't want that. I didn't want to be a virgin at nineteen and you were the only one I dared do it with" "How did you know what to do?" She went all coy and childlike again. "It's embarrassing..." "You know you can tell me anything, especially now." "Well, I've been reading porn stories online..." "Golly!" "And I've seen a few videos too..." "Wow!" "And... And I saw you and Mum do it in the tub a few times. You looked so relaxed and happy that I thought it might work for me too." "Hannah!" "Please don't be cross! You just can't imagine what it feels like as a girl to know you're ... different. It's hard enough knowing when to let a boy touch you at all without being scared you'll clamp up and it will all go wrong." I stroked her thigh again. "I'm not cross at all," I reassured her, though the thought that Debbie and I had been spied on during our outdoor lovemaking was unnerving. I couldn't ever let her know that her daughter had not only seen us but had made mental notes about Debbie's great technique and tried to copy it - very successfully. "And it didn't go wrong," I told her frankly, "you were, well, you were really good. Very tight indeed but that just made it more exciting for me." "You're not just saying that?" "Honestly. It was one of the most exciting times of my life." This was after all, the truth. I could feel her confidence growing by the way her body firmed beneath my hand. "Do you think we could... do it again? Perhaps a few times? So I know I can do it without clamping up again?" "Hannah I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm your stepfather. We really shouldn't have done it even once, however lovely it was. I'm married to your mother; I mustn't cheat on her, even with someone I care about as much as I care about you." "I'm hardly going to run off and tell her, am I?" she said, her face a picture of sincerity, "Please Daddy; you don't know how much this means to me!" Her hand slipped to my groin again where my cock had hardened and was sticking out absurdly. "It doesn't look as if you're revolted by the idea..." Her hand was on my shaft again, stroking it up and down and it was responding well. She leaned in and we kissed again, then I took her hand and we stood in the water, Hannah naked from the waist down, me stepping out of the shorts that were tangled round my ankles. The water cascaded from our bodies then with a quick glance to the left and right to make sure we couldn't be seen, I led her into the house and up the stairs to her bedroom, our wet feet leaving dark marks on the stair carpet. We kissed again and I carefully unfastened her bikini top, casting it onto the floor and releasing her tiny breasts. The coolness of the air and her obvious arousal had turned her nipples into strangely long, hard peaks. I cupped her globes, gently trapping a nipple between my fingers as we kissed long and hard again as I walked her backwards until the edge of the bed touched the back of her calves. Her knees bent as her legs touched the white cotton sheet and I lowered her skinny, freckled body to the bed. Hannah's legs parted willingly and instantly, displaying the fiery red triangle between her pale upper thighs, her green eyes with huge black pupils fixed on mine as I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her open thighs. "Ready to try again?" I smiled. She grinned back at me. "If it's as good as the last time..." she teased. "I can't promise," I leaned low over her, taking my weight on my right arm and directing the head of my cock towards her slit with my left, "but I will definitely do my best." She breathed in sharply and anxiously and I felt her body tense as the tip of my cock found her inner lips and parted them. "Relax," I whispered, "You've done it once; you can do it again." She nodded beneath me and I pressed myself forward. She was very tight but after a few thrusts my head popped into her body. Hannah gasped and I felt as if she was trying to squeeze me back out but I held myself firmly inside her until the spasm passed. "That's great! We're going to make it!" As soon as I felt the vice-like grip of her vagina loosen its grip on my shaft, I pressed deeper into her, pulled back and thrust again. She loosened a little more and within seconds I had slipped my full length into my lovely stepdaughter's vagina. We paused, looking into each other's eyes as her body adjusted to its first full, missionary style penetration. She was still tight; almost painfully so but the feelings pulsing through my body were incredible. "Are you ok?" I asked. She nodded. "Does it hurt?" A shake of the head told me all was well. "Then let's enjoy ourselves, shall we?" The lovemaking that followed was perhaps the sweetest and most loving I have ever enjoyed. Her skinny, pale body writhed and twisted beneath me as I took her in long, slow but determined thrusts, feeling her tight, inexperienced vagina gripping every inch of my shaft from its smooth bulbous head to its thick, hairy base. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Despite her previous study of her mother's techniques, Hannah had no real idea how to respond to my lovemaking but this only made the experience even more precious and much more emotional for me too. The new sensations passing through her body as it yielded to my penetration seemed to pleasure, puzzle, perhaps even frighten her but her responses were instinctive, natural and unrehearsed, something I hadn't experienced since I was a teen myself. Slap-Slap. Slap-slap. I increased my pace a little; her vagina tightened hard around my shaft but I persisted and was rewarded with both a loosening of her entrance and a low moan from Hannah. "Still ok?" I asked hoarsely in between thrusts. "Mmmm!" she moaned in assent. "You feel... amazing Hannah... so, so good!" She smiled and gritted her teeth as I upped the pace once again, the wet sounds of real sex filling her teenage bedroom for the first time. Slap-slap-slap-slap! "Mmmm yessss!" Slappity-slappity-slappity-slappity! "YesssSSSSS!" "Oh HannaaaHHHHH!" Inevitably, this delight could not last long and before I knew it I could feel the burning in my groin and inner thighs that told me my orgasm was already upon me and that the first few spurts of semen had already left my body and were inside hers. There was no point even trying to pull out so I gave up any attempt at control and let myself go completely, my toes curling, my back arching as her tight, tight vagina gripped my throbbing cock, seemingly milking it of its sticky cargo. "Hannnaaahhhhh!" "Daadddyyyyy!" We croaked together as my orgasm shook the bed, her skinny frame trapped helplessly between my spasming body and the sheets. For me, lost in pleasure this was an orgasm to remember but I doubt my sweet stepdaughter reached a climax anything like as intense if she reached one at all. Her pleasure and emotion were obvious though and as I regained control of my body, I could see the flush on her freckled chest and small tears running from the corner of each green eye. My climax over, I held myself over her as my erection faded away. Eventually her still-tight vagina squeezed my flaccid cock messily from her body and we looked into each other's faces, panting. "Was that... the whole thing?" she whispered eventually, "You did... everything properly?" I chuckled and blushed. "You got my best shot, Hannah. That was making love as properly as I can do it." "And it was good?" "Couldn't you tell? It was as good as I've ever had; cross my heart, it's the truth. You were amazing." A broad smile of triumph crossed her face and I kissed her lips. "I think we can say Snap Snatch has well and truly gone and..." And then, with perfect timing, the front door opened and we heard Debbie enter the hallway, calling loudly up the stairs. "Hello? Hannah? Daniel? Where are you? Can someone help me with the shopping?" You have never seen two people move so quickly in your life!