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My Stepdaughter

By: aaron32



Faye was already fifteen when I married her mother. So I got to handle her wild teen years. Thankfully this didn't involve drugs or much alcohol. But she did love the boys. I'm not sure just when, but I'm certain that she became sexually active very early.

Her mother and I divorced shortly after her high school graduation. By that time I must admit to having had some fantasies about Faye. But look, you can't help having fantasies. They just happen. You can control what you do about them though and I assure you, they remained just that, fantasies.

We've kept it touch over the years but not in close touch. Birthday and Christmas presents. Father's Day cards. That sort of thing. That's why I was surprised when I picked up the phone and heard her voice.

"Hi Daddy, it's me. Faye"

"Well hi sweetheart! What a nice surprise. How are things going? I know it's a tough time for you right now, with your divorce and all." This was her second. Her first marriage at age 19 lasted only a year.

"Ya. It's not as easy this time. Bill and I were together 12 years and Alex is old enough to know what's going on. I think I know what you and Mom were going through now."

"Hang in there Darlin'. Time will take care of it soon enough."

"Ya. I remember you telling me once that the two things that help you through a break-up are time and distance. Well I can't change the way time works but...Dad...would you mind if I came up to visit you for awhile? Just to get away. I need some distance. I've already asked Mom and she said she would watch Alex for as long as I needed."

"Well sure! I'd love to have you Sweetheart. When can you come? I'll take some time off from work so we can have plenty of time together. We've got a lot of catching up to do."

"You're so good to me. I love you. Well, I think I'll drive up so I'll probably be there late tomorrow night. Is that too soon?"

"Of course not. I can't wait!" 

It had been a few years since I'd even seen Faye. But when I opened the door at about 11 p.m. the next night, there she was; looking more beautiful now than when she was younger. She's one of those women who grew into her looks. When she was younger, her sophistication seemed slightly out of place. But now it suited her perfectly. She was still trim and her face still lit up when she smiled.

"Hi Daddy!" She threw her arms around my neck and pulled my cheek down to hers. I put my arms around her waist to hug her. Her back arched slightly as I pulled her close to me.

"It's sooooo good to see you." She said into my ear in a low voice that had the sound of relief.

"It's been too long." I replied. "I'm so glad you thought of me to help you out. You've got my total attention. Here let me get those things for you. I'm putting you in my room for the duration." I followed her into the room carrying her two small suitcases. "Sit down. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." She walked over to the sofa and sat down as I headed to the bedroom. I threw her suitcases on my king size bed and returned to the living room. She sat there not yet fully relaxed. It had been a long time since we'd seen each other.

"Hey, let me get you a drink. Is it still scotch and soda?"

"Yes and make it a stiff one." I remembered that scotch was something we had in common, so I had picked up a bottle of Dahlwhinie single malt that day.

"Thanks" she said as I handed her the drink and sat down next to her.

"You don't know how much this means to me. It's seems that I run into Bill everywhere I go lately. And Alex is already starting to play "one against the other" with me. I'm really starting to feel guilty. I need some down time."

"Don't worry about a thing right now. I'll take care of you while you're here. Just leave the worries behind and let's just have some fun together." She took a long sip of her scotch and sat it on the coffee table.

"Hey, this may sound like a pretty crazy request but...could you put on some "Frank"? I know sentimentality is not what I need right now. But I always think of you whenever I hear him. It would just make things perfect." 

I didn't realize she had paid that much attention to what I liked when I was playing Dad. But she was right on target. I had my favorite Sinatra CD already queued in the stereo. "Sinatra at the Sands with Count Baise and the Orchestra." I had just listened to it the other night. I hadn't picked up on Sinatra until I was in my late thirties. But I love the stuff now. It's classic. I found the remote and hit power then play and on came the intro: "Live!...from the Sands...A man and his music." Count Basie kicks in with the orchestra. She picked up her drink and grinned at me as she took another sip.

"It's so you." She said. For some reason I felt very touched. It feels so good when you realize that someone has paid close enough attention to know something about who you really are.

"Especially "Fly me to the Moon". I can't hear that song without getting a picture of you in my head, doing your best Sinatra imitation while Mom raises her eyebrows and rolls her eyes back. You were so cool."

We passed some time talking about different things and had a few more drinks as the CD kept repeating itself. When, "I've Got You Under My Skin" played for the third time, I said: "Look, it's getting pretty late. Anytime you want to go to bed, just say so"

"I guess you're right. I think I might pass out if I have another drink anyway." She giggled and bowed her head down as she leaned forward and put her head on my chest to steady herself. "It's so nice to be hear with you now. Will you walk me to the bedroom and tuck me in?"

"Sure" I said and she took my arm as we made our way up the stairs. When she saw the large bed she said; "That's huge. Why don't you stay in here and sleep with me tonight? It's stupid for you to have to sleep on the couch with big bed here. Don't worry I won't bite and I know I'm safe. I need you anyway."

My heart and mind began to race. It seemed so erotic but I knew she was just telling me that she trusted me. I was sure I could keep my impulses under control. I had for all those earlier years.

"Sure Sweetheart. If it'll make you feel better." She disappeared into the bathroom with her suitcases. I wasn't sure just what to do now. I wasn't going to go to bed nude as I usually do. I quickly opened the dresser drawer and found a pair of loose fitting sport trunks and a baggy T-shirt. I quickly undressed and put them on. I didn't want her to walk out and catch me in the process. I'm sure it would have embarrassed us both. I slipped into bed, lay on my back and watched the bathroom door.

She came out after a few minutes and stood in the doorway brushing her shoulder length auburn hair. Her nightgown hadn't been designed to be sexy but sophisticated. It was a long white satin gown that seemed to glide over her curves. It was her that made it sexy. She stood facing me with her head cocked down combing her hair from back to front. I could see the outline of her nipples through the gown. She had small enough breast to remain firm as she grew older, but large enough to make the figure of a perfectly proportioned woman. The satin fell into a gentle crease between her thighs forming a small indented triangle. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to lay inside that triangle. God! Could she possibly know how she's making me feel right now? Could she possibly not know! This was going to be a little tougher than I had first imagined. Stepdaughter or not. She was a beautiful woman and I'm a man. I can't help how I felt at that moment. I could only control what I did. She put the brush down and looked at me with a sweet smile. She flipped the light switch and climbed into bed next to me.

"I feel so safe with you. Can I put my head on your shoulder and fall asleep." Without waiting for my reply, she moved toward me. I instinctively put my arm around her as she lay her head on my shoulder. "Mmmm that's nice." She purred. Then she put her arm over my chest and wiggled in a cuddling motion. Her hand continued a sort of mini massage on my chest. Then she rose up, looked me straight in the eye and said, "You know those two thing you told me? The two things that would heal a broken heart...time and distance."

"Yes" I said in a whisper. My god, is this really happening?

"I think there's a third thing." She moved her lips to mine and kissed me. I was fighting all the powers of nature now and losing big time. My tongue slipped into her mouth. We both felt the same surge of relief and release as we set aside what our minds had been taught and let our emotions have full rein. We kissed long and deep. I rolled her onto her back and perched over her for a second. Her hair fell back onto the pillow framing her face. Her mouth was open but her eyes were closed. I began kissing her again and then moved down to her neck. The feedback her body and her breathing were giving me let me know that she was aching for this as badly as I was.

"I've imagined this moment for so many years" She confessed in a whisper. I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. Her backed arched the same way it had when I hugged her at the door. But this time I could feel the warmth of her body through the satin gown. If I was going to spend eternity in hell for this, I was going to make damn sure that we would both recall the overwhelming feeling that we were having at that moment. I resisted the urge to rush things. There was still so much to anticipate and anticipation can be just as erotic as the actual event. I slowly worked my way up her neck and when I put my tongue in her ear, she moaned deeply and thrust her pelvis up against my cock. The slit down the side of her gown made it possible for her to throw one leg over me and I had my first sensation of being between her legs.

"I was always so jealous of Mom." She cooed. "Late at night, I would hear the two of you in your bedroom making love. I could hear Mom moaning. I wanted it to be me. I fantasized about walking right in and crawling into bed with both of you." 

I wasn't sure if life was being very very kind or very very cruel to me. Was I going to be feeling guilty for the rest of my life? I didn't care. This was already the most intense lovemaking I'd ever experienced and we had just begun. We kissed again. I rolled her over onto her stomach so I could get to the bow that tied the spaghetti straps of her gown. As if opening a gift, I slowly pulled on the end of each strap and watched the loops grow smaller and then finally popped as the knot came loose. I spread my palms over her bare back and pushed the straps and her hair aside. I leaned down and began kissing the back her neck.

"Mmmm...You have such a wonderful touch" She said in a hushed voice. I stretched out full length and rolled her onto her side so I could feel my hard cock press against her. I reached around to the front as I continued kissing her neck and gently pulled her gown down to her midsection. I ran my hands up to her breast and felt what I had imagined feeling a million times before. They were a perfect size, each a little larger than what I could hold in one hand. She threw her head back and searched for my lips. I found her mouth with mine as I turned her over onto her back and lay her head on the pillow again. I ran a kiss that started at the base of her neck and ended at the tip of her chin. I pushed against her chin with my mouth making her head tilt as far back as it could possibly go. She could feel me taking control and loved it. I started working my way down to her breasts with small pecking kisses. I held myself up with my arms as I bent over her and began making small circles with my tongue around her aureoles. She took her hands and pushed her breasts up as if presenting an offering. With my head bowed, I felt as though I were praying. I placed my palm against her back so I could easily signal her the way to move her body. I pressed lightly and she responded perfectly by rolling onto her side facing me. I kissed the small indentation at the front of her hip where her leg met her body. With my free hand I pushed back her bent knee. Her legs fell open giving me full access to her womanhood. I laid my tongue flat against small stretch of skin between her pussy and her inner thigh and intentionally left a wet spot. I lifted my head slightly and blew a cool breeze onto the spot and then began placing soft kisses on her inner thigh. She needed a release just like a pressure cooker needs to release its steam to keep from exploding. She began to massage herself, one hand on her breasts and one on her vagina. I lifted her leg high into the air and ran my tongue from her thigh to the back of her knee. Another wet spot there with a cool breeze chaser caused her to squirm. I now sat in an almost half lotus position in order to reach her calf. She took the opportunity to run her hand up my leg and under my shorts. She found what she was looking for. The feeling of her hand taking hold of my shaft was exquisite. I mixed small nips with my teeth with kisses to her calf. As I reached her foot, it curled and involuntarily jerked back as I kissed the arch.

"That tickles." She giggled. But I insisted on continuing the tickle and pulled her arch back to my mouth. Finally, the coup de gras. I placed the point of her toe against my lips and slowly slid my mouth down over it.

"Oh my god! I've never felt anything like that." She squealed. "Nobody's ever done that to me before. That must be how a cock feels inside a pussy. Damn you're good!" As her foot squirmed, she had her first orgasm. I slid my mouth up and down her toe in a simulated fucking motion while she enjoyed her spasm. Even though it meant pulling my cock away from her hand, I was ready to explore the most sensitive part of her body. I slid off the end of the bed and knelt on the floor. I ran my hands down her legs parting them as I went. As I slipped my palms under each cheek of her ass I pulled her down to me. It was as if she became weightless. Her body floated to me. I couldn't believe how good she smelled, a wonderful perfumed smell. My tongue made its first contact and I tasted cherry. She had applied a flavored lotion to herself while she was in the bathroom. She had had a plan. I raised up and grinned at her. She smiled a knowing smile back at me.

"Well...I really wanted you and knew you wouldn't disappoint me. I wanted to make myself nice for you." I don't know if any woman has put this much effort in trying to please me. 

"You're wonderful." I said and returned to my favorite flavor, cherry red! She was already wet but a gentle flick with my tongue and her flower bloomed. It made me think of one of those time laps movie clips where a bud bursts open in just a second or two. Her legs fell further apart than they had been before. At first I flicked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, but then I lay it flat onto it and pressed harder. Her instincts took over and as her hips began to rock. I held my tongue motionless and let her find her own rhythm. Her second orgasm came almost immediately. I spent a long time exploring every fold of skin with my tongue. At times I would lift her hips completely off of the bed as I brought her to me and used my hands to rock her against my tongue.

"Please take me now Daddy. I need you inside me now." Once again, we were on the same wavelength. And again, antigravity took over as I put my hands under her back and she floated up to the pillow. I slid my trunks off as I stood up and raised my arms over my head and removed my T-shirt. My hands ran down the outer part of her legs, pushing her satin gown into a bunch which now gathered around her midriff. I knelt between her legs supporting my upper body with my arms and gazed at her this last moment before we crossed the point of no return. I lowered myself as if I were doing a push up and kissed her one more time to reassure her that everything was all right.

There's no more special time than that first penetration of a new lover. But what a first penetration! This would be the only first penetration of this kind that either of us would ever experience. I slowly lowered my hips until I felt the head of my cock touch her. I let the head of my penis rub up and down her opening until I found the exact spot at which to enter. She held motionless. I could feel her labia parting as I began my first, short thrust. Although she was fully ready to receive me, I took only short strokes at first, gradually going deeper with each thrust. When I had reached the halfway point, she could stand the teasing no longer and thrust her hips up to mine. I was at the deepest point inside of her now and held that position for a few moments. Slowly I began to stroke and she rocked in perfect unison. Every few strokes I would withdraw completely in order to recreate that feeling of first penetration. I quickened the pace a bit and she reached her third orgasm. This time she made little yelps from deep in the back of her throat, just like her mother used to do. She had been listening to us.

I was afraid that I was going to explode inside of her too quickly. But, either God or the Devil was watching over us to make certain that we had the supreme carnal experience. I began to pump at a steady pace. I felt that I could keep going forever. She put her hands on my ass and locked her legs around my back as if to hold me there, making sure I wouldn't get away. I wasn't going anywhere. She began to press lightly with her fingertips with a rhythm that signaled how fast or slow she wanted me to go. I was happy to give her just what she wanted. Slow at first. Then quicker and quicker until she let go with her fourth explosion.

"Oh Aaron, Aaron, mmmmmm...godddd!" I was no longer Daddy. I wondered if she was always this good in bed or if she was being made love to in a way that she had never experienced before. When I sensed her ebbing, I slowed down to long deep strokes to let her rest for a few seconds. Then that signal that comes from way down inside and lets you know that your climax is on the way and there's nothing you can do to stop it, hit me. I began the longest, deepest, hardest strokes I had used yet. She knew what was coming.

"Oh yes! Cum now! Cum inside me! Let me feel you cum now!" It was a total body orgasm as my toes curled and every muscle in my body tensed. She let go with her fifth and most intense orgasm yet. We were both delusional in our ecstasy. It lasted much longer than my longest previous orgasms with other lovers. It took me some time to relax as I slowed and lightened my strokes. We kissed some final passionate kisses and finally fell exhausted into each other's arms. We were soon both in a deep sleep.

O.K. O.K.! Damn me if you want. Go ahead! Go ahead! But maybe, just maybe...you'd like to hear how the rest of the visit went.

My Stepdaughter



It had been a week since I'd heard from my stepdaughter after she'd moved away. 

When the phone rang, I was more than pleased to hear that it was her on the line. 

"Hello," I said and lit up a cigarette. 

"Yes, of course, what time should I be there?"

She'd called to invite me to her housewarming party, as I'd carried her furniture up and down stairs for her. She'd even taken the trouble of arranging a babysitter for her younger brother, since my wife would be at work, again. She was always at work these days, I barely saw her anymore. 

The week dragged by painstakingly slowly, but finally, Saturday dawned. Excitement coiled in belly as my fantasies took flight. At night, I would dream of her college friend, Anna, beautiful little Anna that I had only seen in pictures. I hoped that she would be there tonight and that I could finally fulfil my mounting curiosity. 

It was close to 7 o'clock when I stepped into the shower to get ready for the evening. My cell phone beeped with a message from my stepdaughter, telling me that Anna had arrived. The image I had depicted Anna sitting on the couch at home with my stepdaughter, her long blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a high pony tail; her full lips were painted bright red and formed a stark contrast to her very pale skin. A black top and tight denim skirt completed her look. I turned on the water in the shower and felt the warm stream run down my body. Since it was a party and I was hoping deep down that the evening would lead to something more. I made sure to shave my scrotum and pubic hair properly.

My heart pounds as I knock on her front door. She throws the door wide open and greets me with a drunken kiss. 

"Heeeeyyyyy!" she squeals loudly. 

"Hi sweetie," I respond before she leaves to mingle with her guests again. I grab a beer from the refrigerator and walk to the packed living room. I spot a few familiar faces in the crowd and a few new ones that belong to some very sexy co-eds. I feel a familiar stirring in my cock as I watch their lithe young bodies. 

I'm attacked from behind as my stepdaughter pounces on me with a bear hug. I turn around to see Anna by her side. She'd toned down the bright red lipstick I'd imagined and it was a change for the better; she was much more beautiful in person. She in turn hugged me with a greeting, her firm breasts pressing against my broad chest. She smiled as she pulled away and I wondered what was on her mind and hoped to find out later. 

The evening was pleasant and I passed it in easy conversation about films and music, even though I was almost twice everyone's age. At some stage, people started to wander off and leave. I excused myself to go to the washroom and as I opened the door, I walked in on a young girl named Erika as she was standing up to pull up her jeans. 

"Excuse me," I said, and felt stupid for not knocking. 

"Almost done," she said, seemingly un-phased that I'd literally caught her with her pants down. 

"Wait a minute..." she turned to face me. 

"Are you the famous stepfather?" She smiled. 

"Famous?" I asked. 

"I think you know what I mean." she said, and stood in front of me. "I heard that you have a beautiful cock," she whispered in my ear as I felt her hand on my crotch. I moaned as I felt my cock harden while she stroked it through the rough denim of my jeans. 

"Why don't you take a look," I taunted, wondering if she would rise to the

bait. 

Without answering, she started to undo the buttons on my fly and my cock throbbed as she slid my jeans over my hips and ran her fingernails over my growing erection. She freed me completely from my boxer shorts and my cock sprang up, brushing her cheek. She giggled drunkenly and leaned forward and her lips slid down and engulfed my shaft as I filled her little mouth with my cock.

She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deeper each time; I tried to stifle my moans so the others wouldn't hear us. She sucked greedily, her hot tongue swirling around my cock each time she moved her mouth down to the base. Suddenly she just stopped and stood up and whispered in my ear. "I want you to take me hard from behind. But not here and now, call me some time". She giggled and went past me and disappeared into the dwindling crowd. Completely flabbergasted, I stood there with a really hard cock. I had the presence of mind to close the door and relieve myself but my slowly softening cock reminded me why I had gone to the bathroom in the first place. 

Back out on the party, I saw that Erika had gone. The evening seemed to end up in a real anti-climax so I sat down and took my last cold beer, when Anna came up to me. "Hey. Are you sitting here all alone and depressed," she said. 

"I wouldn't call it the blues," I replied. 

"Will you stay here tonight or are you going to drive home?" She asked. 

"I thought I'd wait around a bit and sober up first."

"Cool," she said somewhat noncommittally as she stood to fetch yet another cider from the kitchen. She was really pretty. A well-shaped body, not as slim as my stepdaughter, but curvy in all the right places. She came back and sat down beside me and raising her glass, said "Cheers!" 

"Cheers!" I clinked my bottle against hers.

We started talking about everything. I was told that she had just turned 28, was bisexual, had just broken up with her boyfriend and had plans to move to another place to get a fresh start in life. "Right now I'm just looking to have fun," she said.

I was just wondering what her idea of fun was when my stepdaughter interrupted. "Are you sitting here flirting?" 

"Not at all," I felt the urge to defend myself. "I think I'm going to take the guest room," 

Anna pouted, "And this was just starting to get interesting."

My heartbeat quickened as I wondered what she'd meant. Had she simply enjoyed our banter or was she interested in me the same way I was in her? I walked to the room and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up a while later as Anna and my stepdaughter stood in the doorway, giggling and whispering conspiratorially. 

"What should we do?" Anna whispered, her words slightly slurred from all the alcohol she'd consumed. 

"Should we let him be?" 

"I've done him before, you know. 

He has a really nice dick," said my stepdaughter quite unabashedly. 

I guess the alcohol had loosened a lot of her inhibitions. The girls used a tie from one of their bathrobes to secure my wrists to the headboard. I was still pretty drunk and dazed and was not completely aware of what they were doing. Anna pulled down my underwear and in this moment I cannot say that what she saw was a lot to brag about. 

"That not so much to play with," Anna complained petulantly. 

"Wait and see," giggled my stepdaughter and walked around the bed and kissed her.

I was more aware of my surroundings now as I watched my stepdaughter, Sara, and Anna making out. They were touching, kissing, stroking each other in front of me and my cock started responding. Anna moaned as Sara stroked her breasts and squeezed them lightly. 

Anna's hand slid between Sara's thighs and I watched, completely aroused as my stepdaughter thrust her hips against her best friend. With skilful fingers, Sara unhooked Anna's bra and her full breasts spilled out from the lace to fill my stepdaughters hands, her fingers stroked over her eager nipples and Anna moaned loudly. They kissed each other, their tongues playing with each other as Sara's hand groped gently up against Anna's breasts. The girls looked at me and smiled. "Like what you see?"

Sara kneeled on all fours in front of me and wiggled her sexy ass seductively near my face. I could see the outline of her pussy against the thin lace fabric of her thong. She was already wet, her moisture seeping slowly through the material. She stood above me and pulled down her panties and I watched in awe as she revealed her smoothly shaven cunt. 

"Your turn," she said to Anna.

Anna switched places with her and started touching her ass in time with the music that still played out in the living room. She enjoyed teasing me, it was noticeable. She pulled teasingly at the waistband of her panties and exposed her labia to me. Sara lay on the bed and parted her long slim legs and instructed Anna to lick her pussy. Anna seemed eager to oblige and left teasing me to crawl over and bury her head between my stepdaughter's thighs. Her tongue lapped eagerly at Sara's clit while her own pussy was so temptingly close to my face that I could smell her arousal, but too far away for me to reach it. Sara moaned and writhed, thrusting her wet pussy into Anna's face and then stopped and changed places with Anna. She licked her wet pussy a bit and then sat up and reached for her handbag. 

"I brought a friend." Anna grinned as Sara pulled out a thick strap on. 

"Want to try?" 

"Yes," Anna agreed eagerly.

Sara buckled it on and commanded Anna to get on all fours. Sara kneeled behind her and lined the thick cock up with her friend's wet slit. Anna groaned as it slid inch by inch inside her, stretching her pussy as it filled her. The girls were knelt over me, my hard cock pressed so close to my stepdaughter's pussy as Anna fucked her hard and rough from behind. 

"Yes, more! More! Oh fuck, more!" Sara whimpered as the thick cock slid in and out of her. Anna positioned herself so that she straddled my face as she fucked Sara's cunt. I buried my tongue in her wet pussy and felt her walls contract as she started grinding hard against my face. Sara came with a loud scream, moaning and whimpering as Anna kept sawing the cock in and out of her quivering pussy. The girls untangled themselves and stood up.

"Are you going to leave me like this?" I asked.

"You want to fuck both of us?" asked Anna.

"Yes, I have to come," I said. 

"Do you want to feel my pussy squeezing around your thick cock?" 

"Fuck yes!"

"Wanna lick Sara's pussy while I ride you?" she said and started stroking my cock. Her fingers squeezed my rock hard cock and I felt I could not hold back if she did not stop soon. I had never been this horny before. She tugged at my cock and pulled the foreskin back and leaned against it with lightly parted lips. Anna sucked me and the minute her tongue touched my cock, I exploded. Jet after jet of hot sticky cum squirted into her mouth and she lifted her head with a smile.

Sara untied me and they crawled down on either side of me in the big double bed. 

Hoping for a little morning cuddles as all three of us fell asleep with a smile.



My Stepdaughter and I



All characters are 18 or older. Be gentle as this is my first submission.

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Hmmm, my step daughter and I, huh? Well, here goes. My step daughter and I were always close. She was much closer to me than to her mother. In fact, her teenage years were primarily a war between her and her mother. When my wife and I decided to separate and divorce, both kids obviously stayed with her since they were her kids. She had never allowed me to adopt them. However, I rented a two bedroom apartment as I anticipated the kids spending a considerable amount of time with me. When I left, I took very little furniture. My wife also cleaned out our joint bank account of almost $5000 and left me broke.

But I got the apartment and between friends and family, put together enough furniture to make it habitable. The only bed, though, was a waterbed given to me by friends. My 18 year old daughter called me a few days after my departure and we spoke for hours on the phone about the current situation, my plans for the future, her plans, etc. We professed our undying love for one another and she swore I would forever be her "Daddy". 

A couple days later, her mother came home and announced she was having her new boyfriend over for dinner in a couple of days. The boyfriend pre-dated our separation. She then told her daughter that she would be responsible for cooking dinner. ( My ex-wife was an awful cook and all meals were prepared by either my daughter or I.) My daughter refused to cook the meal saying the only man she would cook for was me. The ex then exploded and told her that as long as she stayed in her house, she would obey her rules. My daughter pointed out that her never having worked, the house was mine and not hers. The wife then very abruptly demanded that she leave.

By the time I arrived back at my apartment after work, I found my daughter sitting outside the building waiting for me. We went in and she explained what had happened. I asked her what she wanted to do at that point. She indicated that she wanted to move in with me. Of course, I agreed. She refused to go back to the house and said she was mine as of right then. Little did I know!

Sleeping arrangements were the next topic of discussion since I only had one bed. I had chairs in the living room but no couch. The apartment had wall to wall carpeting so I suggested she sleep on the floor in her room. She agreed to this. Once we had gone to our respective beds and the lights were out, she came into my room and asked if she could sleep on the floor beside my bed. That was not a problem. After listening to her toss and turn, and moan in discomfort, I asked her what the problem was. She said the floor was too hard and hurting her back. "Daddy, can I sleep in your bed with you?"

Of course, I told her that wouldn't be a problem. It was a queen sized bed and she got in, leaving a considerable amount of space between us. Very quickly I drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, was that I had a hard on and was being fondled. Sometime in the night, I had rolled over on my back and my daughter had cuddled up to my chest. Of course, it was her hand fondling me. The next sensation I felt was her naked breasts rubbing against the hair on my chest. At first I was startled but then I just gave in. Many may not realize it but it is quite difficult for a man to move when a naked woman is fondling the family jewels.

Putting my arm around her, she cuddled into me even closer. I started to rub her back and down to her ass while she continued to grope me. Her soft hand felt wonderful especially as this was the first intimate contact I had had with a woman in some months. It was not too long before her head tipped back and she moved close enough for me to kiss.

I cannot tell you how erotic it was to have my daughter's tongue invade my mouth. We kissed and kissed as if we were both teenagers. We rolled to face one another, still kissing, while I ran my hands all over her body. Her breasts were so smooth, so perky, so inviting. The nipples were digging into my chest. My little girl had a great ass, she was always something to see in a pair of jeans. I almost came with her hand on my cock and my hand pulling on her ass cheeks and sliding around to her pussy. She was so incredibly wet.

Breaking the kiss, she looked up to me and said, " Daddy, I want you to fuck me now." There was absolutely no way that i was going to argue. But, I wasn't going to rush the experience either. I ran my lips and fingers over every inch of her body. I don't think there was a single square inch of skin that I missed. And, of course, when I came to the juncture of her thighs on my way back up, I spent considerable time with my mouth on her pussy. She was so wet, it was if I was slurping up an endless supply of soup. I stayed with my mouth glued to her until she came at least twice. I wasn't sure if it was more but I definitely knew about two times.

I moved and lay on my back for a couple minutes catching my breath. She then took the initiative and sat astride me. Taking my cock in hand again, she slowly lowered herself until she was firmly mounted on my pulsing dick. I almost lost it immediately. I don't know how I held on but I did until I could feel the walls surrounding me beginning to tighten and her breath coming shorter. We both reached orgasm at the same time.

She spent the rest of the night with me and the next number of nights until we were able to bring her bed and things from the house. She lived with me for nine months until things got too crazy for all of us and I left. There are more stories to tell of this nature but this was the first. 



My Stepdaughter Cindy Ch. 1



For two years my wife and I have fought an ongoing war to stay together. At the center of the fight, indeed the instigator of it all, is Cindy, my wife's daughter. For the last two years, since she was in her late teens, Cindy has given me hell. She is self-centered, selfish, disrespectful and totally inconsiderate. Now, at the age of 18, she has really gotten to be a handful even for my wife. Up until now, it has only been the fact that once she had had enough, my wife's temper took on dangerous consequences. I had once seen my wife give my daughter a good thrashing. It had gotten so severe that I had to step in and stop it. But even the threat of receiving a beating from her mom didn't stop Cindy from making my life miserable.

Cindy had grown to be a big girl. She stood about 6' and weighed about 195. But with all her athletic activities, there was little baby fat left on her frame. Her tits were about a 48 and she had a set of hips and thighs that would make a grown man turn his head to watch. She was very light skinned and had long brown hair. Cindy had taken to watching TV in the den. She did everything in the den. It had become her dining room, telephone room and all around "it belongs to me" room. I had noticed that whenever I had to walk from my bedroom to the kitchen late at night, Cindy would always be in the midst of changing channels. Since I often watch the X-rated channel late at night after my wife goes to sleep, I guessed that she was watching the same channel and would change it when she heard me coming. But one night, she was not so lucky. 

I was determined to catch Cindy watching the X-rated channel. Not that her mom would think that was a major crime, but it would give her something to rag Cindy about. Late one night, I opened the bedroom door making no noise. Then I tiptoed across the thick rug to the den door. But all I could see was Cindy's leg jerking like she was having a seizure or something. Then I heard a soft moan. I eased into the room and sure enough, the scene on the TV was from the X-rated channel. But it was the scene that was taking place in the recliner that held my eyes. Cindy had been watching TV while wearing a pair of baby doll pajamas. 

Cindy was sitting with her left leg straight out. Her right leg was bent at the knee. What had caught my eye was the fact that Cindy's legs were open wide and she didn't have on the panty to the set. The light from the TV allowed me to get a good look at Cindy's hairy cunt. Cindy had her head thrown back and her mouth was open. I watched her big tits move up and down as she breathed hard. But it was her hand that captured my attention. She was slowly moving it back and forth between her thighs. Suddenly she lifted her hips up off the seat. That was when I noticed the thing in her hand. Gripped in her hand was one of my old dildos. I say old cause my wife wouldn't let me use it on her. 

Cindy was in the throes of a climax. That was why her leg was jerking the way it was. And from the thick white cream that smeared her cunt and coated the dildo, this was not her first one. I watched as about 6" disappeared into her cunt again and again. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her open pussy. From the smooth way she worked the shaft in and out of her cunt, I knew that she had done this many times before. She must have felt me watching her. Her head snapped over to look at me. And her eyes grew wide. She opened her mouth to say something but I just placed my finger over my own lips to tell her to be quiet. I took one last look at her juicy cunt and turned away. 

Walking back into my bedroom, I looked at Jasmine, my wife, lying in our bed. Like she always did the minute I got up, Jas had turned over on her back with her arms outstretched. Since we had made love before going to sleep, she was still naked. But my mind was full of the scene I had just witnessed. I felt my hard dick throb and knew that I would not be able to go to sleep with my dick as hard as it was. I lay between Jas' thighs and began to lick her still wet pussy. It didn't take long for her to wake up. And as soon as she was awake, I had her up on her hands and knees. It wasn't Jas that I was shoving my dick into, it was Cindy. And I gave her a good fucking. So good, that Jas had to grab the pillow to stifle her screams.

Jas had an early start the next morning. She woke me with a cup of coffee. "What got into you last night? My pussy is gonna be sore all day!" I laughed as I took the cup from her hands. "Careful girl! I might make it even sorer and make you late for work." We laughed and talked as she got dressed. I had the day off so I didn't have to get up. I finished my coffee and turned over to go back to sleep. It was about 2 hours later when I felt someone in the room with me. I opened my eyes and standing at the edge of the bed was Cindy. She was staring down at me still dressed in her baby doll pajamas. My eyes looked her up and down and there was no mistaking her hard nipples. Then I noticed that the covers were thrown back and I was lying in bed naked.

I was not only naked; I had a nice hardon sticking straight up from my crotch. That was what Cindy was staring at. When she lifted her eyes to mine, I swear I saw her eyes gleam. "What do you want, Cindy?" I saw her eyes go back to the bulge in the sheet. "Uh, you gonna tell her on me?" I could feel myself grow angry. Cindy always referred to her mom as her or she and the disrespect made me mad. "Her? Her who? If you mean your mom, well why shouldn't I tell her? You haven't been the nicest person to me you know! Besides, I think she would be mad enough to give you just what you deserve." Cindy bit her lower lip. I could imagine her thoughts about what her mom would say and do.

"Ah come on Jake. I mean I am old enough and playing with myself is not a crime." I let my eyes travel up and down her body. Damn, but she looked good standing there. Her panties were thin enough for me to see the hairy bush of dark brown hair that hid her fat pussy. I couldn't help it when my dick twitched and her eyes zeroed in on the tent in the sheets. "You're leaking!" I looked down and sure enough, pre-cum had started to spread around the top of the tent. "Well Cindy! Mom may not think that it's a crime to play with yourself. But I'm sure that when she finds out that you rummaged thru my drawers and stole my dildo to do it with, she may think differently. I happen to know that it was buried in my underwear drawer. You would have had to have been searching real hard to find it."

The look on her face changed at that thought. Cindy was the one who always bitched and moaned whenever we had to go in her room for anything. She said that her privacy was real important to her. "Go get my dildo and give it to me." Cindy turned and I got a good look at her sweet ass as she walked away. I slid my hand beneath the covers and stroked my hard throbbing dick. It was a few more seconds when she walked back in to my bedroom. She caught me. My eyes were half closed and my hand was moving up and down my shaft. "I didn't have time to clean It.," she said with a slight smile. When she handed it to me, it was covered with what looked like more cream from her cunt. My eyes looked at the crotch of her panty.

There was no mistaking the spreading wet stain between her legs. I looked at her face and her smirk made her look like a little girl. "I should make you clean It." When I reached up to grab it, the covers slipped down. There was a growing sheen of pre-cum covering the tip of my dick. "I think you should go back to your room now, Cindy!" I took the wet dildo and placed it on my night table. Cindy was staring down at my hard dick and I could see her nipples grow harder as she stared. I pulled the covers back over me. "I'll let your mom handle this from here on." That shook her out of her thoughts. She sat down on the bed. The look on her face changed from smart-ass teenager to worried little girl.

Cindy knew that her mom would tear her hide when she found out. Maybe not for fucking herself or watching the X-rated channels, but definitely for sneaking into our bedroom and going thru my drawers. "Look Jake! We don't have to tell mom about this. I'm sure that we can make some kind of deal?" I knew what she was getting at. Cindy was ready to let me have some pussy, in exchange for my silence. But that would have left me open to her blackmail and I wasn't about to get in that fix. As I was thinking, her hand slid along the sheet. "Your cock is much bigger than the ones I've seen before." When her hand slid close to my dick, I reached down and grabbed her hand.

"Ok, Cindy! You want a deal? I'll give you a deal." The smile on her face grew as I let her hand go. Instead of placing it by her side, she placed it directly on top of my dick. I laughed as her hand closed over the tip. "Oh no, Cindy! I'm not gonna fuck you. You want me to keep quiet about what I saw? Then I get to spank you for being such a shit!" Cindy jerked her hand back. "Spank me! You want me to let you spank me? I hate it whenever mom has to hit me. I'm not gonna let you spank me." I shrugged my shoulders. "Have it your own way, Cindy. I can't wait to see what your mom does to you." I flipped back the covers, and with my hard dick bouncing up and down as I walked, I walked into the bathroom.

I had taken the dildo as I got up. I turned the faucet on but instead of washing it off, I looked at it. I lifted it to my nose and took a deep sniff. I could smell her young sex all over it. I closed my eyes as my tongue slipped from between my lips and I tasted her for the first time. My dick jerked as what I was doing hit me. I slipped the dildo between my lips and sucked it clean. Then I dropped it into the sink. I couldn't help stroking my hard dick as I stood there at the sink. "You gonna hit me with a belt?" I snapped around as my eyes flew open. Cindy stood there watching me jerk my hard cock. I looked at her but didn't let go of my dick. 

Well, she had seen me and there was no sense in trying to hide any more. I looked at her as I stroked my dick. "No Cindy! I'm gonna use my hand." Her eyes were watching my hand. "But I'm not gonna make it some namby-pamby spanking. If I spank you, it will hurt. I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna spank that ass and teach you a lesson." I could see Cindy thinking about my offer. Now was the time to set the rest of it up. "And Cindy! The spanking will be bare ass. I don't believe in spanking clothes." Cindy's eyes grew wide. "You want me to get naked and let you spank me?" This time I smiled. "Well Cindy, it's not like I haven't see what you look like already. So what's it gonna be?"

Cindy stood thinking about it. And I took the time to give her body a good look up and down. I could just imagine what she would look like completely naked. It must have dawned on her that a spanking from me was better than what her mom would do to her. "How many times are you gonna hit me?" I had to think about that one. "Ok! 10 for getting caught watching the X-rated channels and 15 for looking thru my drawers. And an extra 5 for not calling your mom by her name." Cindy's mouth dropped open. "That's 30! I'm not gonna let you spank me 30 times!" I didn't answer her, just walked out of the bathroom. I went into the kitchen and poured another cup of coffee. I stood there drinking when Cindy came in.

"Ok Jake! When do you want to do it?" My back was to her so she couldn't see the big smile on my face. I turned around and looked at her. The thought of that naked young flesh draped over my lap with her big ass in the air made me sigh with pleasure. "Oh! One more thing! You have to answer the questions I ask you." Cindy's face fell. "What questions?" I laughed out loud this time. "Cindy! Cindy! Cindy! A spanking is more than just smacking someone's behind. It also consists of embarrassment and humiliation. And I would never pass up this opportunity to embarrass and humiliate you. Now! Yes or no! Make up your mind."

I had her and she knew it. It was submit to me or face the wrath of her mom. Cindy's head bent down and she whispered her answer. "Ok, Jake! You win." This time it was my turn to smirk. "Follow me." I led the way to my bedroom. I sat on the bench at the foot of my bed. "Take off your pajamas and lay across my lap." I watched as she pulled her top off. Her tits were even bigger uncovered. She still had that adolescent big circle around her nipples. Then she slipped off her panties. Once again, I gazed at the big bush of curly brown hair that hid her pussy. But it wouldn't hide it for long if I knew her. Cindy was about to lie down when I stopped her.

"Wait a minute." I got up and went into the bathroom. I came back with the dildo and placed it next to me as I sat back down. Then I motioned her to lie across my lap. Cindy's ass was full and soft. Oh, I was gonna enjoy spanking her. I could even see the brown fuzz of her cunt hair between her closed thighs. I would have those thighs open soon enough. When Cindy was comfortable over my lap, I raised my hand. I felt her whole body tense up. "It won't hurt as much if you relax. Now! The first question is are you a virgin?" Before Cindy could answer, my hand came down. SMACK! "Ow! Shit that hurts!"

"I'm gonna have to add another 5 for your dirty mouth. Now answer me."

While I waited for her answer, I let my hand lay on her cheek. I could feel the beginning heat from my slap. "No! I'm not a virgin." SMACK! "And, how many times have you snuck into my room and used my dildo?" Both cheeks were beginning to turn pink. "A lot of times. I'm sorry!" SMACK! "Not as sorry as you will be when I'm finish." Cindy squirmed her ass down against me. SMACK! "From now on, no more sneaking in my room!" SMACK! I stopped and let my fingers run up and down the crack of her ass. Cindy was trying hard to hold back the tears my spanks caused. But when my fingers dipped down and brushed against her slit, she was wet. Not only was she wet, she was soaked.

"So you like to watch the channel and play with this pussy, huh?" As I said it, I brushed my fingers up and down her slit. This time her answer was a moaning, "yes". SMACK! SMACK! "Shit, Jake! That fuckin hurts!" This time I pushed my fingers into her cunt before I answered. "That's another five." I brushed against her clit and Cindy rose up from my lap. "Ahh!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Cindy's ass cheeks were now a nice beet-red. And I could feel my dick pushing against her stomach as she lay across my lap. "You only have 30 more spanks to go. Now tell me, do you suck dick when you let your boyfriends fuck you?" This time I slid my finger up into her soft young pussy.

Cindy turned and looked at me. "Why! You want me to suck your dick too?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "That will be another 10 spanks. I'm gonna teach you to show some respect, if I have to beat your ass till you can't sit for a week. Now answer me!" The blows I delivered were harder than the first ones. Cindy was crying openly now. And as she cried, I picked up the dildo. SMACK! SMACK! "Open your legs! You were real eager to open them last night. And you even tried to tempt me with them earlier. I roughly pushed her thighs open. Then I took the dildo and rubbed the head up and down her slit. My breathing was growing harsher. "I watched you last night. How much of this fake dick can you take up your juicy cunt?"

Cindy was moaning as I rubbed the head against her clit. "All! All of it! Oh, push it in. please!" I smiled as I slowly fucked her with just the head. "And what did you do after I left you?" Cindy lifted he ass up and I slid in about four inches. Then I pulled it back and slowly worked the head in and out. "I, I got up and closed the door. I was afraid that you would tell her what I was doing. I opened the door and heard the tow of you. I knew that you were fucking her. I grabbed a towel and went back iin the room. I started to work the dildo in my pussy. But I was thinking about you. It was you fuckin me. Oh Jake! I came so hard. I wanted you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me Jake! Your dick is bigger than any of the buys that fuck me."

I lifted my hand. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Cindy's ass bounced with each slap. She whimpered, even as she humped her ass up and down. "Did you cum while you fucked yourself?"

"Jake! I'm gonna cum!" I pulled the dildo from her pussy. It dripped with her juice. I sucked it clean. My hand rubbed her soft crème-colored ass. Cindy is light-skinned enough to still show the results of my spanking. "Oh no, Cindy! You don't cum until I let you. Now answer me." Cindy was gasping air in her lungs. "Yes! I came so hard I almost screamed. But it was your dick that was making me scream for more."

I knew I should have stopped. Things could only get worst if I didn't send her to her room right now. But I couldn't. I eased her from my lap to her knees. My dick stood straight up. I guided Cindy's mouth to it. Her soft tongue licked the head. Then she opened those lips that only pouted at me before and took me in. I groaned as she worked her mouth on the head. "Oh you sweet young slut! You have sucked a lot of dick I see! Suck it Cindy!" she looked up at me and smiled. Then her mouth slowly slid further down on my hard shaft. Cindy slowly fucked me with her mouth. And she was even better at it than her mom is.

I stopped her before she could make me cum. Her lips were covered with saliva and my pre-cum. I pulled her up and kissed her. When the kiss broke, she was breathing heavy. "Please fuck me Jake! I won't tell anyone ever!" I wanted to fuck her. Oh, how I wanted to fuck her! But that was suicidal. I looked at her. "Cindy! I can't fuck you! Not now! But I will keep making you feel as good as I just did! But it has to be our secret. And I didn't forget about the rest of the spanking, either." Cindy's hands went down to her pussy. She rubbed it openly. I need to cum Jake! I need to cum now! Please?"

I smiled, as I laid her on the bed on her back. Cindy opened her legs eagerly. I gazed at her open wet pussy. Cindy reached out and pulled the lips open even more. I bent down and smelled her sweet young aroma. It was intoxicating and I wanted to taste her. I licked up and down her slit. Cindy jerked her hips up to my mouth as she cried out. "Lick my pussy Jake! Oh fuck! Make me cum! Please Jake! Make my pussy cum for you." I licked Cindy's pussy until she whimpered and begged for more. And each time she grew close to cumming, I stopped. It was driving her crazy. But if I was going to keep control, I had to show her that I could control her.

"Jake you bastard! Let me cum!" Cindy pushed her hands down to her pussy. I slapped her hard across her big tits and she snatched her hands back. "Lay just like that." I jumped up and grabbed my Polaroid camera. Then I tossed the dildo to Cindy. "Now Cindy! If you do everything like I tell you, I'll fuck you the next time. But if you don't, I will never fuck you. And I'll tell your mom about your going thru my stuff. Play with that pussy. But don't cum until I tell you to." Cindy grabbed the dildo. Her eyes watched me as she slowly fucked herself. And I snapped picture after picture. All with her face in them.

When I knew that she had reached her peak, I dropped the camera to the bed. This time, I attacked her pussy with the dildo as I ate her. And Cindy filled my mouth again and again with her hot creamy juice. I pumped her pussy hard and made Cindy cry out over and over. When I pulled it out, Cindy lay there still humping her pussy in the air. I looked down at this beautiful young woman. Only a day ago, she was my biggest pain in the ass. But soon, I would be hearing her scream as I rammed my hard dick up her pussy. And her ass would still be there for my spankings and more. I intended to teach this young tender thing how to take me in every hole she had. Cindy and I showered together. And she smiled as I pushed her to her knees. She sucked me hard, then swallowed my hot cum. But there would be many more times I would enjoy my now sweet stepdaughter.



My Stepdaughter Enslaves Me



I am sitting on the couch, watching TV. Suddenly, my 18-year-old stepdaughter wanders into the room, wearing a long, thin Hello Kitty T-shirt and the sheerest, skimpiest black thong I have ever seen. She plops down on the couch next to me to my right, and props her feet up on the coffee table.

"Hi, Daddy, whatcha watchin'?" she asks, with a pouty little smirk on her face. She knows damn well I have totally forgotten the TV, as my eyes greedily drink in every inch of her sexy body.

"Uhhh...nothing, Princess..." I stammer. My eyes focus hungrily on her pink toenails and the arches of her feet, and travel involuntarily up her perfect legs. I can see tantalizing glimpses of her sheer black thong. My eyes start to dart to the erect nipples poking against the thin material of her T-shirt, to her piercing blue eyes and her soft blond hair, then back down to her feet--trying desperately to meet her gaze without letting my eyes wander too obviously up and down her incredible body.

I can see the look of amusement and triumphant power on her face, as she giggles. She lifts her arms over her head and stretches languorously, her breasts stretching against the fabric of her shirt, as her dainty toes curl and flex.

I am transfixed. I feel the heat rising in my face as I blush furiously, and my cock rapidly begins to rise.

Princess looks over at my face, and bats her eyelashes innocently. "Is there something wrong, Daddy? You seem...a little nervous." Again she giggles, and leans her half-naked body against me.

"N-no, honey, I'm fine. I..I.."--my stammering is suddenly interrupted as she puts her left arm around my shoulders, and begins to play with my left ear, while bringing her lips up close to my right ear.

"Oh, I think there is, Daddy." she whispers, "I think you're just dying to get into your little girl's panties."

By now, my cock is straining tightly against my shorts, creating an obvious tent of desire. Still, I weakly try to protest. "No, Princess, that wouldn't be right."

"Oh, really?" she teases, as she runs her hand down to my crotch and grasps my aching cock firmly. "Then what is THIS?" I have no answer, and in fact my ass arches off of the couch involuntarily, as my cock seeks to be more firmly in her grasp. A moan of despairing lust escapes my lips. I am completely intoxicated by her touch, her voice and her smell--and she knows she has won.

"Yeah, that's what I thought, Daddy." As she continues to speak, my Princess develops a hard edge to her voice. "You think I don't see how you look at me? Hell, you've been undressing me with your eyes ever since I was 14." Her hand is now aggressively stroking and squeezing my cock and balls, and I wince from the pain--even though it feels good, too.

"I'll tell you something else, Daddy"--and I can hear a new sarcasm and contempt in her use of the word daddy--"I know all about your little internet fantasies about being dominated by your daughter." A cold fear enters my heart.

"What? Honey, I don't--" A hard slap to my face interrupts me.

"Shut UP, Daddy! Get those shorts off--NOW!" She rises to her feet, and stares down at me with her hands on her hips. I sit there, stunned. Again, she slaps me HARD. "Do it NOW, Daddy, or you'll never get to eat my pussy!"

Embarrassed, humiliated, but so very excited, I jump to my feet and drop my shorts. My cock stands straight out from my body. God, I have never felt so excited in my entire life!

I see the lips of my Princess curl in cruel amusement. She reaches out and roughly grips my cock and balls in a crushing vise.

"Make no mistake, Daddy," she purrs with deceptive softness, "every inch of you now belongs to me--but especially these pathetic little things between your legs. GOT IT?" She emphasizes her point with a vicious, squeezing twist.

"OWWWW!" I squirm, "Yes, Princess, anything you say! Please, you're hurting me!"

Without relenting on the pressure to my cock and balls, she says, "Rule number one: I am not your Princess. From now on, you will address me as Goddess--DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" My stepdaughter increases the pressure as she says this. . "Y-yes, G-goddess, anything you say! Oh, please, it hurts!"

"Rule number two: you are my property, and as such I will do anything to you anytime I feel like it, and you will obey EVERY command I give you...IS THAT CLEAR, daddy-slut?"

"AHHHH OHHHHHH, yes Goddess, yes, yes!"

Releasing me, my stepdaughter smiles coldly. "Very good, now here is the third rule: you will learn how to pleasure me in every way, but you will NOT be allowed to cum unless I give you permission. And believe me, my permission is only going to be given in the most painful and humiliating ways possible--and it will be a rare thing indeed, when I do. Get used to it, daddyslave, this is your new life from now on."

As my stepdaughter/Goddess stares me coldly in my eyes, I realize I have just entered a living Hell, but that it is something I have dreamed about all of my life. "Yes, Goddess," I whisper, with my eyes downcast.

Laughing, my new Goddess says, "I'm SO glad we agree. Now, I am going to go to my bedroom, and I expect you to be crawling on all fours behind me." Without looking back, she spins around and begins walking down the hallway, and I hasten to crawl behind her as instructed.

As she walks I heard my Goddess say, "You are about to get your first lesson in giving me pleasure, while living without any pleasure for yourself."

As I crawl behind her, I can see the perfect globes of her ass swaying hypnotically before me, bisected by that thin wisp of her black lace thong. My cock is still ragingly hard, and I begin to realize that I have just become the luckiest man on the face of this earth.

Crawling into my stepdaughter's bedroom, I am confronted by the sight of her holding a wicked-looking leather whip in her hand. Her eyes are gleaming, and her pink-glossed lips are wet with anticipation. I can even see a tiny trickle of her love juice running down her thighs, which has soaked through the gauzy material of her black lace thong. She is not longer wearing her T-shirt, and the sight of her full breasts with their erect nipples fills me with a pang of almost unbearable desire.

With a negligent flip of her wrist, my Goddess waves towards her bed. "I want you on your knees, with your body lying over the bed."

Afraid, but also incredibly aroused, I rush to obey her. Once I am in position, I hear her speak in a deceptively mild voice.

"OK, daddy, your first lesson is going to be in learning that I have absolute power over you. I am going to whip your worthless ass, and you had better stay in that position unless I tell you to move. If you don't, I will tie you down and give you a whipping that'll take WEEKS to recover from. Do you understand me, daddy-slut?"

"Yes, Goddess," I whisper. I am literally quivering in fear, because I know I WILL submit to anything she does to me, no matter how painful or humiliating, and I suspect she will prove to be much more cruel than I have ever dreamed or hoped.

I twitch involuntarily as I suddenly feel the lashes of the whip trailing lightly over my skin. I hear my Goddess giggle girlishly, but the sound turns my blood to ice, nonetheless.

Suddenly, the whip comes down in a way I do not expect. Instead of horizontally across my buttocks, it comes down VERTICALLY in between my ass checks, setting fire to my asshole and lapping viciously around my cock and balls. Without thinking, I shriek and leap to my feet, my hands covering the inflamed areas as I hop around.

"Get your worthless ass back in position NOW, slut!" My Goddess shouts. As I hurriedly comply, she adds, "Do that one more time, and I WILL make you regret it!"

"I'm sorry, Goddess, I couldn't help it...!"

Once again, the lash comes cruelly down between my ass cheeks, even harder than before. This time, I curl over onto my right side on the floor, clutching my genitals in agony.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh!" I gasp.

Deadly silence. I look up to see my young Goddess standing over me with not the slightest pity in her eyes. After a moment, she speaks icily:

"You really are stupid, AREN'T you, 'daddy'? If I tell you not to move, I MEAN DON'T MOVE. Now I'm going to have to tie your pathetic ass up, and make you regret you were ever born!"

"Please, please, Goddess, I'll try harder, I'll do better...I'm so sorry Goddess...!" I babble.

"Daddy. SHUT UP." She says this so calmly that I completely freeze.

"Now, get up the bed. Lie on your back, and don't say another fucking word. Do not speak unless spoken to. Got it?"

"Yes, Goddess."

Soon, my wrists are tied to the headboard, there is a big pillow under my lower back, and both of my legs are widely spread apart, attached to eye hooks in the ceiling that I never even knew were there. To make matters worse, my cock and balls have been tightly bound, and stretched tightly to other ceiling hooks. There are cruel clamps on both of my nipples, and my mouth has been stuffed with the wet, sweetly fragrant thong of my Goddess. For good measure, a ball gag has been tightly stuffed in my mouth and cruelly tied around my head, trapping those wonderfully moist panties deep in my mouth.

"Now, where were we?" my Goddess muses. "Oh, yes--whipping you!" With that, she brings the whip HARD across my ass (horizontal this time), and I lurch and scream into my gag. Lurching proves to be a bad idea, because my cock and balls are so tightly tied to the ceiling that the slightest movement sends lances of pain through them.

"Awww, what's the matter, Daddy? Did that hurt?"

Once again, the whip comes down, this time even harder. Then again, and again, and again...until my ass is a solid welt, and my throat is raw from screaming into the gag.

"Oops!", my Goddess giggles, "I seem to have forgotten your puny little cock and balls!". And with that, she lashes out with the whip against my most tender areas, again and again. She knows just how much force to use, to avoid real injury--but, oh, how it hurts! Tears are literally streaming down my face. And all the while, she has the sweetest, sexiest most angelic smile! And she giggles, she laughs!

Finally, my stepdaughter removes my gag, "Okay, daddy, do you think we both know who the boss is, here?" my Goddess asks prettily.

"OH, yes, my Goddess, it is YOU, forever," I whimper.

My Goddess beams. "That''s good, daddy, because my pussy is really wet, and I want you to eat me really good!"

"Goddess, I want that more than anything else in the whole world. PLEASE let me eat you!"

Giggles. "Well, of COURSE you do, daddy. Here, let me turn around so I can sit on your face while I untie your cock and play with it. Get your tongue deep in my ass first, I LOVE that!"

My cock has been limp for quite a while, now, but as I deeply tongue her perfect ass, and she frees my cock and balls, I feel myself quickly responding to her touch.

"Mmmm, that's it, daddy, get your tongue in there as deep as you can. If you do a good job, you'll be licking my pussy in no time!"

She grinds her tight little ass into my face, and I am in Heaven. Meanwhile, she is teasing my cock. It is sore, but she hadn't really done any damage to it, so it quickly springs back to life. I can feel a steady stream of her pussy juices running down my chin, and she gasps and moans in pure pleasure.

My Goddess shifts herself to where her sweet pussy is in my mouth. "Make me cum, daddy! Eat me good! Just remember, YOU don't get to cum unless I say you can!"

Oh, my god. I am in heaven on earth, kissing and licking and sucking her sweet pussy for all I am worth. Meanwhile, Goddess is teasing my cock with little kisses, licks, and strokes. Every time she senses I am getting close to orgasm, she stops, spanks my cock hard, or squeezes my balls.

Soon, she is coming hard all over my face, grinding her hot and wet pussy onto my mouth with full force. I feel her stiffen all over, and a great gush of the sweetest pussy juice floods my mouth and face. While this is happening, she is roughly spanking my cock and wildly scratching and pulling on my scrotum.

After she comes, my Goddess flips around and looks deep into my eyes. "Mmm, daddy, I want your cock inside me--but you better not cum, do you hear me?"

"Ohhhh, yes, my Goddess, anything you want!"

With that, she places an extremely tight cock ring around my penis, and then moves down so she can straddle me while I lay on my back. I feel the hot, wet, tight opening of her pussy engulf the head of my cock. She smiles knowingly down at me, then says again: "You are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission. Do you hear me? You are only here for MY pleasure!"

"Oh, yes, my Goddess, I am your slave!" I cry passionately.

"That's right, daddy, and that's all you'll ever be".

My sweet Princess Goddess fucks me with her wet, tight pussy, until she comes again. Every time I get close to exploding, she either stops, or squeeze my balls. Mostly, though, it is the look of mocking power in her eyes that makes me strain to keep from coming. I want so desperately to please her!

Once we are finished, she completes her dominance swiftly and easily: before I can figure out what she is doing, she attaches a male chastity device to me, locks it, and then mockingly waves the key in front of my horrified eyes. "Like I said, daddy, you will NEVER cum unless I give you permission. And guess what? I almost NEVER give permission! You have to earn it."

I gaze into her eyes with complete longing and love, searching for the slightest hint of compassion, and finding none. Finally, I lower my eyes and whisper, "I will do ANYTHING to earn it, my Goddess, anything at all!"

"Oh yes, you will, daddy-slut," she laughs. "You are going to spend the rest of your life feeling unbelievably frustrated!"

"As you wish, Goddess."

She smiles. "Yeah, I know. Now get down there and start massaging and kissing my feet. You have a long night ahead of you."

I feel like the happiest daddyslave in the world, as I move to obey her.



My Stepdaughter Takes Control



Writer's note:-

This is a fantasy with various sexual elements to it, some of them are very raunchy. Please read it with an open mind and don't criticise the story because you don't like one particular aspect. I cannot possibly anticipate the personal tastes of every single reader and adapt a story to them. There are a lot of you out there and some of you will like all of the things I've included. I know I do! 

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It was a dreadful car crash and it took the lives of my wife and her son. The repercussions went beyond the obvious and I found myself having to leave my home which was part of my wife's job. My only recourse was to go to live with my newly widowed step-daughter, Angela. It was far from ideal as her house was a tiny cottage with just one bedroom but she also needed the financial help that my meagre resources could add to the household budget.

We were both in grief but were silent about the subject, both wary of adding to the upset of the other. I was sleeping on the sofa which was not ideal but we were making it work.

Our lives were just about back on track but I was unable to afford a place of my own. I had been part of Angela's life since she was that youngster, after her father had run out on her and her mother, so we knew each other very well. We knew each other's likes and dislikes and little foibles. We established a bit of a routine and helped each other with the household chores and day to day life. 

We had got along like this for several weeks and then I fell ill with flu, not so serious but enough to keep me in bed. Angela told me to get into her bed during the day while she went to work. I was no better that night and around her bed time, in my sleepy state, I realised that she was getting into bed with me, rather than send me back to the sofa or, indeed, her use the sofa herself. Next morning she got up as normal and left me to rest in bed again. I recovered enough during the day to get up and prepare our evening meal. 

Over dinner, Angela said "I've been thinking. I've realised that I still sleep on one side of the bed, even though I'm on my own. Sleeping on the sofa isn't good for you and it's a bind in the morning stripping the bedclothes and making a bed up every night. So, I'm okay about sharing a bed with you if you want. Obviously it's just till we get more sorted but it'll be fine. What d'you think?"

I thought it was nothing more than what she said so I agreed, saying that I hoped I didn't snore too much. We laughed about it and that night we shared the bed again. Angela got undressed in the bathroom and came out in her pyjamas. I just wore boxers and a tee shirt in bed.

Now that I felt better, seeing her wearing just pyjamas reminded me of a few things. She has very sizeable breasts, quite floppy when she has no bra on. It was clear that she had no bra on for bed. She has a nice figure, not skinny but carrying a few extra pounds evenly spread. I remembered too that I had seen her naked as an adult a couple of times, genuinely by accident. The most recent albeit a few years ago, had been when I walked in on her and her then boyfriend whilst they were enjoying some animated sex in our house. They were both naked and he was pounding into her from behind. Angela, on all fours, had her huge tits swinging below her as she gasped in pleasure. I retreated - as slowly as I could -- backwards, gazing in awe. He didn't stop fucking her, nor did Angela react to my interruption. The incident prior to that was when we were on a trip and had adjoining hotel rooms. Her mother asked me to get something from Angela's room. I knocked and walked straight in. She was standing in front of the mirror, cupping her tits, looking at her naked figure. I saw her large areolas and stiffened nipples as well as her substantial bush. She grabbed a garment but not before I had seen everything. Angela said nothing as I apologised and left the room. Her bush was still on view to me as the garment was only covering her tits.

Angela was obviously highly sexed. Before she was married, whilst she still lived with us, she would have boyfriends stay over and their sex was usually quite noisy. It used to get me aroused, hearing them going at it but it had the opposite effect on Angela's mother so it rarely led to us getting it on at the same time. Sometimes, I'd hear them fucking again in the middle of the night. 

When she got married, it was obvious that she was still enjoying a lot of sex. Whenever they stayed with her mother and I, we could hear them for about an hour after they had turned in. Angela would often tell her mother that her husband, Adam, had a big sexual appetite, needing frequent sex which Angela readily and eagerly provided. Details of the different positions and techniques they used and the multiple orgasms she enjoyed had her mother in shock -- and jealous! Four years on, their sex life had still been very active -- and then the car accident happened.

Now though, we quickly adjusted to sleeping in the same bed, careful not to roll over and inadvertently throw an arm over the other, not to reach out with an affectionate touch. 

About a week after the new sleeping arrangement started, I was woken in the middle of the night by a slight shaking in the bed. I was laying on my side facing Angela's side of the bed. In the gloomy light, I could tell she was on her back. Her knees were raised and apart, creating a big tent in the bed clothes. The pace and gentleness of the bed shaking told me the story. Angela was masturbating -- in bed, next to me. I could hear here excited breathing, the shaky inhaling, the gasped exhaling. I felt Angela speed up her strokes. I imagined her fingers plunging rapidly into her wet vagina, her thumb on her clitoris. I felt my body react. My cock stiffened with excitement. My knob swelled to its maximum size, aroused by the raunchy pleasuring happening beside me.

I heard Angela moaning softly. I guessed she was near to her climax. Her breathing turned into breathy gasps. There was a soft cry of 'Ohhh!' repeated three or four times, each time the note was lower and longer. Now I was sure she was coming. The shaking caused by her frigging gradually slowed until it stopped. She lay still, getting her excited breathing back to normal. I lay dead still too, but with my excitement still there, stiff and throbbing. 

Once Angela was breathing normally, I felt her turn onto her side, facing me. My eyes were closed and I feigned sleeping. About fifteen minutes later, not long enough to get my cock soft after such arousal, Angela got up out of bed. I saw her leave the bedroom wearing only her pyjama jacket. The two orbs of her bum looked lovely as she tip-toed out of the room. As the bed clothes had moved, a waft of aroused pussy odour washed over me. I imagined her lips, swollen and wet with juices, her bush moist at the edge of her crevice. She left the bedroom door and bathroom door open and I could hear the unmistakeable sound of her peeing. I imagined her drying herself with bathroom tissue. While she was out of the bed, I felt where she had been laying and found a very damp patch. She must have had a female ejaculation, it was so wet. I sniffed my hand and my cock flexed in response to the horny aroma. As she returned to the bedroom, I could see the dark triangle of her bush as she walked in.

In bed again, she lay on her other side with her bum cheeks only a couple of inches from my straining cock. I slowly drew my hand to my cock and held it, wishing I could get my satisfaction -- but I did not dare to try.

In the morning I was awakened by Angela getting out of bed. Her lower half was still naked and she disappeared to the bathroom without covering up. When she returned she had only knickers and a bra on, adding the rest of her clothes in front of me. The daily routine kicked in as normal now. I made no reference to the events of the night, nor did she.

That night, we slept as normal. If Angela did pleasure herself, it did not wake me. In the morning she again had only her pyjama jacket on so perhaps she had done something. 

Getting ready for bed the next night, I was last to use the bathroom. I saw Angela's knickers hanging out of the washing basket. The door was locked. I pulled them out and opened them up to see the gusset. It was damp. I could see two or three pubic hairs on the fabric. I paused then did what I felt the urge to do and I sniffed the damp patch. It was that amazing scent of arousal again. It had an immediate effect on my cock and I soon had a full erection. 

Heading back into the bedroom, my boxers could hardly disguise my erection. I tried to be nonchalant but I felt Angela's eyes on me as I climbed into bed beside her. We said 'Goodnight' and turned lights out. I lay there, still very stiff. It took me some minutes to get sleepy and I had just got on the verge of dozing off when I felt the familiar soft shaking of the bed. I opened my eyes just narrowly and I could make out that Angela had her knees up and apart in that position again. Whether she thought I was asleep or just didn't care if I knew that she was masturbating, I don't know. I quickly grew rock hard again. I was laying on my back, just as she was. I slowly slid my right hand to my cock, pushing inside my boxers to fully hold it. I felt the bed moving gently with her rhythm and I heard her breathing changing. 

I grew bold, desperate for some of this hot pleasure too. This was such an exciting scenario, I couldn't just lay there this time. I softly gave my stiff cock some hand strokes. As I did, I sensed Angela pause hers, then restart, sighing as she did. Taking that as a sign of acceptance or even approval, I wanked gently, imagining her fingers thrusting to and fro in her wet pussy just feet from me. I slowed or paused from time to time to keep myself from climaxing though I was excited enough to come very quickly if I did not take care. 

I heard the sounds that preceded Angela's orgasm last time and I timed my own excitement. After I heard 'Ohhh' a few times I decided it was time for my turn. As her pace slowed, mine increased. I still kept it measured, not frantic. I knew I was being watched and heard -- and it added to my thrills. My step-daughter was witnessing me masturbate myself to orgasm! I felt the tell tale signs of impending climax and I kept my steady pace. In a moment it was on me. As the pleasures swirled through all of my nerve ends, my knob erupted with jets of spunk for the first time in ages. With my free hand keeping the bedclothes off my body, I felt my warm cream landing on my tee shirt. I had always made a lot of spunk, even more after my vasectomy for some reason but tonight was the most ever due to the combination of excitement and the long time since the last one. As the jets were depleted, my strokes slowed and my sensations melted away. I lay there panting, spent, almost regretting carrying out my personal pleasures with my step-daughter less than a foot away from me. As if she has sensed my regret, I felt her hand lightly pat my thigh before returning to her side of the bed. We were kindred spirits, needing our pleasure. 

I pulled my tee shirt off and threw it to the foot of the bed. In the morning it was not there. I found it in the wash basket. I wondered what Angela had done with it before putting it in there. I fantasised about her sniffing my raunchy clothing just as I had done with hers.

Over breakfast, I started to say something about the events of the night. "Last night when we..." was all I got out before Angela cut across my words. 

"No need to discuss that. Let's leave it alone! What are your plans for the day?" was all she said before moving the subject on.

There was no sign of any reticence about us sharing the bed again that night. Angela was quite chatty in the bedroom but only about everyday stuff, not our nocturnal pleasures. Just as she was about to get into bed, I saw her pull her pyjama trousers off and leave them on the bedroom floor. I suspected that I knew what might happen and sure enough, just after lights out but before I was asleep, she was starting to masturbate.

I lay there stiffening. Quite openly, I arched by back to tug my boxers down. It did not deflect Angela from her strokes. I began my strokes, feeling my hugely excited knob bulging inside my grip. I soon had pre-come trickling over my fingers, I was so excited. Again I tried to pace myself although I was so excited I could easily have climaxed very soon after starting. I listened to Angela's breathing, gauging her growing arousal. I could scent it too, undoubtedly flowing from under the bedclothes. 

When I heard her breathing hit the usual point before her 'Ohhs' began, I stepped up my own pace. As Angela gasped her 'Ohhh' I released my brakes and gasped aloud too as my spunk flew from my knob. I revelled in my pleasures as my cock spluttered my fruits. Angela's sounds of pleasure seemed to last longer than previous nights. She slowed her strokes and I ceased mine. My cock lay on my abdomen, softening and leaking the final few juices onto me, near to my hip.

As she had done the previous night, she reached over to give me the gesture of a gentle pat. It was her right hand and I felt the wetness of her fingers as they touched me. I realised too that her finger tips had just gone into my little pool of spunk. I slowly moved my left hand onto the dampness Angela had patted onto my hip. I drew it over as much of it as I could whilst avoiding my own sex juices. I casually drew it to my face, sniffed the erotic odour and gently drew my tongue over it. It had been quite a while since I had tasted aroused pussy and the memories flooded back. I love to lick pussy and I adore the taste. Angela tasted fantastic after my long barren spell. I uncontrollably groaned with the pleasure of it. I don't know if she knew what I had just done. I lay there longing for more to taste but I dare not make any such move.

Next morning, Angela treated it as though nothing had happened. I followed suit. Clearly she was content with what we were doing but felt no need to discuss it. That evening she brought a bottle of wine for us to have with our meal. It was a Friday night so we had no work the next day to deter us from enjoying the wine. I looked across the table at her, seeing some of her mother's looks in her face. We took our time over dinner but it was still too early for bed when we finished. However, Angela said that she wanted an early night and was soon climbing the stairs. I followed her, hoping that there would be some more of our new bedroom activities.

We undressed in the usual ways with little revealed to the other. I climbed into bed and lay on my back and Angela soon got into bed too, wearing her full pyjama set. To my disappointment, she said 'goodnight' and turned onto her left side, facing away from me. I lay still for a while hoping something might begin but after a while I could tell she was asleep. I dozed off too.

Quite a long time later, something woke me. As I came to my senses, I realised that Angela was still laying on her left side but that she had shifted her position somewhat and pushed her bum towards my side of the bed. In fact, it was just about touching my thigh. As I lay there, I felt her flex her body and her bum pressed against my thigh and then move off, but not far off. Some moments later, the same thing happened. I lay there with all sorts of possibilities going through my mind, none of them realistic, given our circumstances, or so I thought.

Angela flexed again and her bum pushed onto my leg once more. She held it there for a few seconds then moved off me, but only just off me. I got bold, wanting to respond to her moves. I gradually turned to lay on my side, facing her. I could see her dark hair on her pillow and her shoulders protruding from the bedclothes. If she was awake, she would know that I had changed my position. Some moments passed then, to my delight, she flexed once more. This time she pressed her bum against my groin area. My cock, which had stiffened with my thoughts, was lined up to slot right into the crevice between her bum cheeks. Of course it was still wrapped in my boxers and I could not tell if she could feel that I was erect.

Her bum pressed for a few seconds then moved off, only to press again almost straight away. I dared to move my hand and slowly lowered it onto her bum cheek. 'Fuck!', I thought, 'her bum's naked!' I kept my hand on her and she didn't move herself away from me. Then, slowly she did ease off me, my hand still on her cheek. I slid my hand over the roundness of her bum. I placed it on her bum crack and pushed it lower. I felt her softly swivelling her hips as though giving a sign of approval. As I pushed my hand lower, I allowed my middle two fingers to trace down her crack. They got lower and lower, meeting no reluctance, then Angela pulled her knees up towards her chest which gave my fingers more access to touch her intimately. I moved them past her bum hole and they felt some pubes. 

Proceeding cautiously I felt the definite shape of pussy lips. There was much more hair -- and heat -- and moistness. My fingers were now tracing the crack of my step-daughter's pussy and she seemed to be allowing it -- wanting it even. I pushed onto her pussy lips with my two fingers and I felt Angela respond with a minute push from her. 'She wants me to finger her!' I thought. I pressed again. She responded again. 'I'm going for it!' I decided. I pushed onto her lips until one finger then the second pushed enough to get her lips to open and take them in. I was in her, in her cunt, with two fingers. I pushed as deep as they could go and she was pushing back onto me. 

I delivered slow gentle strokes. She was so hot and so wet. Then, with my fingers still in her, Angela pushed back firmly until she was pressing her body and my hand against my body. There, she pressed and eased, pressed and eased. 'Fuck!' I said to myself. 'She wants me to fuck her -- I think!' I gently eased my fingers from her, quickly taking them to my mouth to taste her pussy juices. Accomplishing that swiftly and devouring her fantastic erotic flavours, I sent my hand back to push my boxers off my hips. My hard cock was released and it was in contact with Angela's bare skin. She pressed onto it. I decided to go for it. Moving my hips back, I guided my knob to her pussy lips. Her pubes teased it as I slid it along her crease as far as I could. I held it to her and Angela pushed back onto it. Her ample wetness and the slight push from me opened her pussy and it began to envelop my knob. I gasped as she took my full knob into her. 'She wants to be fucked!' I told myself. 'She definitely wants to be fucked!' I lay still and waited. Slowly Angela pushed herself over the length of my cock. I was embedded in her as far as I could possibly go. 

She was so tight. Her cunt was the tightest I had ever entered. No wonder those guys couldn't get enough of her. She was so much tighter that her mother, I found myself thinking. Angela began to move herself, traversing the length of my shaft. I let her do several strokes before I joined in. I began to fuck her, fuck my step-daughter's amazingly tight little cunt.

With my right hand on her hip, I burrowed my left hand under her body and brought it up at her chest, inside her pyjama jacket. I grasped her left tit. It was so soft and floppy. I felt the nipple. It was already erect. Angela was now panting through her nose. She was getting cock again after her enforced cessation. It felt as though she very much needed it too. I wondered if my size was enough for her. I'm sure I'm only average. But she seemed to be enjoying it. She began to gasp. 

Angela was pushing herself onto my cock and I was thrusting into her tight pussy whilst caressing her tit. No words were exchanged. We just fucked. Again I picked up signs from her breathing and her gasping. I was hoping that she would climax before I did. I wanted her to get satisfaction from my cock on its first entry into her body.




My Stepdaughter Takes Control



I heard Angela begin to gasp 'Ohhh!' several times. I pushed harder into her, as deep as I could penetrate. She reciprocated with her thrusts and then I heard a long exhaled groan of pleasure as her body shook with mini tremors. Some moments later her thrusts slowed and stopped but I carried on. I wanted the pleasure too. I stopped trying to postpone my climax and my knob was swelling as it coursed through her tight cunt. My sensations welled up and burst their banks. As my ecstasy gripped me, my knob erupted with what felt like torrents of spunk. I thought I heard Angela groan with pleasure too.

Still buried in Angela's pussy, my cock softened. I slowly drew it from her with a bit of a squelch. I withdrew my tit-groping hand from under her. Wondering what might happen next, I lay still on my side. She moved away just a little and simply fluffed up her pillow and went to sleep. I stayed awake for a while re-living it all in my mind. It had been a very erotic fuck, pure lust, no loving touches. Angela had been happy to let me pleasure myself in her body, ejaculating in her after her own orgasm so it was a two way thing even though we didn't talk at all. She knew about my vasectomy and didn't need to use precautions. Now she was full of my spunk and a lot of it. 

Next morning we slept in a little past our normal alarm time. Angela had her back to me when I woke. I lifted the bedclothes enough for me to peer at her body. I could see her bum, still bare. I imagined her pussy beyond it, probably sticky inside and crusty pubes matted together with dried sex juices outside. My cock went hard again and I wondered about the possibility of another fuck. I loved a morning fuck.

Angela began to stir. She rolled onto her back and slowly blinked her eyes awake. She looked at me and smiled. I responded in kind and said "Good morning."

"Better get up!" she replied and shot out of bed, not bothered that her bum and bush were naked. She went into the bathroom and our day began without any reference to the full sex act that had occurred in the night. Downstairs, over a light breakfast of coffee and toast the subject remained unspoken about. I tried to hint at it but it just brought a change of subject in response.

That evening we had dinner together. I had cooked it and wondered if I should get some wine. I decided against it in case it was viewed as me playing for a repeat of the sex -- even though I dearly wanted a repeat. We watched TV after dinner and slightly earlier than usual Angela said she was off to bed. As she stood on the first step of the stairs she turned and said "Are you coming up?" I quickly turned the TV off and locked up before following her up. 

I watched for the signs from the chosen bed wear. Angela surprised me by emerging from the bathroom in a nightie. It was quite silky and reasonably see-through. I could make out the form of her large breasts, her areolas and the dark patch from her bush. Before she climbed into bed, she let her long hair down, something she rarely did before sleep, if at all. I decided to just wear shorts. I got into bed and lights were put out without either of us choosing to read first.

I lay there on my back, staring into the dark of the room. She was also on her back. We both lay still. I sensed that Angela was gazing into the dark too rather than closing her eyes seeking sleep. After what seemed like an eternity, there was a slight movement in the bed, very slight. I realised what it was when I felt a hand slide up over my thigh. It slid over my shorts and with searching fingers, softly and deftly, it sought out my cock. Of course, I was quickly stiffening in response to this welcome move. Her hand came to rest upon my rapidly growing erection. I thought I heard a sigh of satisfaction. My mind was racing as to how I should respond. After a few seconds of crucial analysis which seemed as though they had lasted forever, I decided on my next step. Using both hands, I eased my shorts down to free my cock. The issue for me was how would Angela react to this. To my relief, she complied, raising her hand to allow the fabric to pass and alighting it back directly upon my now throbbing cock.

I sighed now, pleased, aroused, so very excited. Her fingers curled around my shaft. Slowly she pulled her hand up over my length. As her fingers moved over the edge onto my knob, I realised that it was one of my erections where my knob has become huge. Angela sensed something too. She formed a ring of forefinger and thumb around my knob, though she could not complete the circle, such was my excited size. Now she tugged her gripping finger and thumb over my knob, to and fro, riding over the rim of my bulging head and back again.

I wondered where this was to go. Was it to be just a wank? Even that would be fantastic but could it become more? I sensed another movement in the bed. I speculated that Angela was also toying with herself. Pictures of her fingers combing through her bush, pressing into the soft folds of her wet pussy lips and penetrating her tight tunnel, her thumb seeking her clit from its hood, appeared in my horny mind. If I was right, was she doing foreplay for both of us?

I lay there, relishing her attentions, aware that I had pre-come seeping from my tiny slit, flowing onto her fingers. If it was to be just a wank, I knew it would feel brilliant but surely Angela would want more. Surely she would need some pleasure for herself. And, after all, we had fucked last night so there was no need to hold back now. Some minutes of this fabulous attention ensued and then I felt Angela changing her position. Gradually, she rose up over me, her long hair trailing across my face and chest. In the dark I could make out her outline. She thrust one leg over my body and pulled herself over me, straddling me. Her night dress had ridden up in the process. It was her naked body that nestled onto mine. I felt her warm wet hairy pussy settle on my stomach. 

A hand was pushed to me face, under my nose. I realised that it was not the hand that had held me. My nose instantly detected the scents of aroused cunt. I must have been right, she had been touching herself. I groaned and Angela roughly pushed her coated fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them avidly.

Her seating position on me was being adjusted and I felt her bum and thighs encounter my hard cock. I lay still, keen for Angela to be in control. She was very much in control too. She nestled and nudged until she had manoeuvred my cock to her pussy lips. Slowly she eased herself until her lips opened. My knob was drawn into place. I held my breath as her lovely wet pussy devoured my engorged cock. As she took my entire length into her tight little pussy, Angela's body rose up to sit upon me, impaled upon me, her height dominating mine. I could make out her face, gripped with lust. I heard her breathing, powerful pants of desire. She began to fuck me. 

Her tight pussy was wrapped around my cock like a loving embrace. I imagined my swollen knob rippling through it and I was hoping Angela could feel it moving inside her. She was thrusting down onto me with a controlled fervour, using me for her pleasures -- and I was loving it. I thrust up into her, synchronised with her moves down onto my cock. Her hands gripped my bare shoulders as her determined fuck continued apace.

Our fucking was going for some minutes and I was keen to stay in control of my excitement. I knew that I can be quite good with this but that is usually when I am experienced with the partner. This was new. Though I knew Angela very well, this was only our second fuck together and we were not even lovers or partners. We shared a bed and now our bodies -- and I was excited. Suddenly, her hands left my shoulders. Crossing her body, Angela gripped her night dress and pulled it up over her head and off her body. She was naked now and still fucking me like a demon. I could see her huge floppy tits bouncing to the rhythm of our sex. Then Angela gripped her breasts, one in each hand. She caressed and squeezed and fondled her own body, her own tits whilst still driving her pussy forcefully onto my cock. 

I watched in amazement as she gripped both nipples and pulled them, lifting her weighty tits as she did so. She then tugged her nipples forward, stretching them and elongating her tits. As she held them strained to add to her excitement, Angela suddenly screamed an elongated "F-u-u-u-ck!", climaxing as she did so. To my added delight and surprise, I felt a warm wetness spread over my embedded cock and out onto my pubes and over my swollen balls. Angela's female ejaculation had washed from her and over me. The sex odours in the room became erotically enhanced. 

Slowly, Angela slowed her fucking. Her hands released her tits and they flopped back into place. She now put her hand on my ribs and stared down at me with a look of wanton desire, framed by her long hair now in disarray. I gazed at her as she came down off the extreme high of orgasm. Her breathing became less panting and just deep, still causing her tits to rise and sway. No words were exchanged. Then Angela began to fuck me again. I loved this girl's appetite for sex even though I was still finding out about it for myself. Up to now I only had my accidental incursion into her sex with a boyfriend and listening to her being fucked in an adjacent room to form an impression with. Being a partner in her bed, a partner now wedged into her horny tight cunt, gazing into her rabid eyes as she lustfully seeks gratification, I was revelling in her style of sex .

The brief pause in her grinding herself onto me lowered my level of excitement slightly, hopefully enough to get through another fuck with her climaxing and maybe me too. We soon established our rhythm again. Angela's hands had returned to my shoulders and she used the extra balance to allow her to grind harder onto me, pushing my cock deep into her lovely pussy and her clitoris pressed into my pubes, still wet from her ejaculation.

Now, amidst our animated sex, Angela hissed one word at me. "Tits!" she breathed at me. I took it to be a request -- or order -- for some tit action from me. In the dark I could see her large areolas and her still extended nipples. I started by holding both breasts, noting the weight and their soft floppy feel. These were big tits -- and they'd be great for a tit fuck, I speculated.

Our fuck was up to full speed now. I could hear Angela panting through her nose. She hissed "Tits!" once again. Taking this to mean that she needed more, I chose to copy her quite aggressive technique. I squeezed and gripped and almost abused them. Then, when I heard her breath out a long "Ahhhhhhh!"in response, I fiercely pulled her nipples just as she had done to herself. This yanked her tits up and stretched them and her nipples away from her body. Angela nodded furiously, her mouth held open, speechless. The nodding continued. I, cruelly I admitted to myself, then pulled harder still. She clearly liked what I did, emitting a deep guttural groan. The groan morphed into a word, "OoooohAhhhhhhhhFuuuuuuuck!" and Angela had another orgasm. There was no obvious ejaculation this time though.

We slowed and stopped. I could feel my cock, throbbing inside this tight wet pussy. I was close. Then I felt Angela flex whatever it is that women flex in order to grip more tightly whatever is in their pussy. She did it several times. I slowly moved my cock in and out. Angela continued to grip it. She bent down to my face a planted a very animated kiss on my mouth. It was not an affectionate loving kiss. It was a sex kiss, with wrestling tongues and shared salivating. Her tongue was probing my mouth just as my cock was probing her cunt. I felt her saliva flowing into my mouth and I gulped it down, thrilled by the extraordinary raunchy intimacy of it. 

We were still locked in that rough kiss when my climax approached. The kissing had spurred me on, now it took me to the edge. My knob swelled yet more and I'm sure Angela felt it because I sensed her grip me again in response. I instinctively pushed deep into her, in an innate desire to plant my sperm nearer her eggs. But of course there was no sperm in my semen. I let out a groan as my spurts began. It felt as though I had sprayed a lot into Angela. I was sure that I felt her react to the more powerful spurts. She broke our extraordinary kiss apart and moved her head beside mine. Her floppy tits were pressed onto my chest. Her hot pussy still held my softening cock. I put my arms around her back and held her to me. We were satisfied sex partners, still locked together, still enjoying our lust.

Quite some minutes passed before Angela rolled off me and onto her back beside me. I wondered what would happen now. Would we speak about our sex? Would she want more? There were no words. We were soon both asleep. 

I didn't wake till morning and neither did Angela as far as I knew. It was late when we woke. I had not set the alarm. Her eyes opened soon after mine. We exchanged morning greetings, nothing more. No kisses, no touches. Then I watched as she got up out of bed. She was still naked and it did not faze her. She did not run from the room but casually sauntered around the bed in her nakedness to retrieve her night dress from where she had thrown it. I watched her tits bounce freely as she moved. When she bent to pick up the night dress, I saw them become extended by their own weight to assume even more huge proportions. I saw her pussy too, framed by her thighs and bum cheeks. Her slit was clearly on view, adorned with her soft brown pubes. I gazed at her bum cheeks as she left the room, regretting that I had not gripped them during our wonderful fucking.

Downstairs we again conducted ourselves as though nothing had happened in bed during the night. Much as I wanted to talk about our sex with Angela, I was not frustrated by the silence, more intrigued. We had a normal quiet Sunday pottering around the little cottage. We shared the cooking and enjoyed a good meal together, talking of anything but sex.

As bed time approached I wondered what, if anything, the night would hold. In fact it held nothing in the way of sex. That didn't occur again for several days and then it was a bit of a romp in the middle of the night involving Angela riding me again. She had touched me in the night and found me erect, which is often the case with me. It led to similar animated sex with one orgasm each.

We settled into a sort of pattern from then on, with sex happening every two or three nights. Fortunately my cautious approach in the beginning meant that I had never tried to initiate sex. Angela always started it. Once I realised that she felt able to do that, I never found it necessary to try to start something. The sessions that she initiated were always so good, I felt that there was no point in trying to do so myself in case it was not well received. I ensured that when she did start it, I performed as best I could - for her and consequently for me too. She had at least one orgasm every time we fucked.

One day Angela mentioned that she was going out with some people from work on the coming Friday evening. She explained that two Chinese graduates were on secondment to her company and were due to return to China. She had offered to take them out before they left. On the night, they got a taxi to the cottage and dropped in to pick her up. I was quickly introduced to Tin and Lee. They seemed like nice guys and their English was very good. They clearly liked Angela and when she appeared in a low cut dress it caused quite a stir, the pair lapsed back into their native tongue to share some comments. I said cheerio and Angela shouted back to me not to wait up as they planned a late night.

I certainly wasn't jealous of Tin and Lee and I always knew that Angela would need a younger guy sooner or later. I had long understood the realities of our situation. In any case, two guys both returning to China shouldn't mean much could come from a night out in the longer term. I went to bed later than usual, around midnight. Much later, a noisy car pulling up outside and some loud 'goodnights' stirred me from my sleep. As I heard the front door open and close, I decided to feign being asleep. Angela came into the bedroom without putting a light on. Through narrowly opened eyes I watched her undress to nakedness. I realised that she did not have a bra on to remove and unless I missed it, she didn't have panties on to remove either. She went to the bathroom, leaving both doors open and I heard a loud pee taking place and some brushing of teeth. She returned to the bedroom and climbed in beside me. I was laying on my side but once she was in bed, I rolled onto my back, still 'asleep'.

Just as I'd hoped for, a hand soon wandered across and worked its way inside my shorts to caress my cock to hardness. I felt the thumb and forefinger encircle my knob again. My heart pounded in excitement of the possibility of sex -- horny sex at that. After getting my cock really aroused, Angela surprised me. Instead of straddling me, she pulled me to her, getting me to lay on her body. As I did I realised that her legs were not open yet and that I could smell the unmistakeable scent of sex. I realised too that once my brain had detected the aroma, I became even more aroused. 

Angela pulled my mouth to hers and we locked lips together for some of that very animated sexual kissing. As I plunged my tongue in to wrestle with hers, the idea that maybe she had sucked cock tonight also dawned on me. That too added to my excited state even though I was exchanging mouth juices. In fact Angela was begging for mine to be dribbled into her mouth where she collected as much of it as she could and pushed it back to me. We both found it very stimulating whenever we did this. 

I brought a hand to her breast to caress it. It was weighty and floppy as usual. The nipple was erect. Then I detected something different. The usual silky smooth skin has some dried, flaky patches. I wanted to check with my eyes and nose but we were still locked in our horny kissing. My erotic mind decided the answer and was proved correct later.

Angela pulled my head beside hers and breathily whispered into my ear. "You want to fuck me?"

"You know I do!" I replied.

"Will you do what I ask?" she asked me.

"Anything!"

"Anything?" 

"Anything!" I replied

"Lick my cunt!" she ordered.

With that she pushed down on my shoulders, heavily pushing me down her body. In fact I was moving that way anyway but her force emphasised her power and control. As my face passed her tits, I sniffed and licked. Spunk! She had spunk on her tits. I had been correct with my earlier theory -- and I was excited by it. What had gone on tonight, I wondered, thinking of more than the obvious. Angela continued to press on my shoulders, reminding me of how her mother did it to me when she wanted cunnilingus. And I recalled too that her mother always wanted me to lick her if she had had sex with someone else. When we first met we weren't exclusive and she used to ensure that I'd be her second date and I had to lick her before I could fuck her. She used to get off on two different guys in one night in those days. I always did the licking she wanted because I liked it too. In fact I loved it. I get secret huge thrills from tasting another guy's spunk in a pussy. I momentarily wondered if Angela's mother had shared this with her. 

Of course it was obvious that there would be spunk down there already tonight. I slithered into position and Angela opened her thighs, offering her pussy to my mouth. As I moved into position, I quickly checked myself. My cock was rock hard and dribbling pre-come. Was I excited enough to do this? Of course I was! I was about to lick my step-daughter's pussy for the first time. So what if she has just been fucked! That'll make it even hornier!




My Stepdaughter Takes Control



I pressed my mouth to her pussy lips. I could smell sex and even her earlier pee was just detectable too. The aromas caused my arousal to surge. I found her gash and pushed my tongue in. My thumb found her clitoris and teased it. I realised belatedly that Angela had a very big clitoris. I tasted her sex juices because they were flowing torrentially now. I lapped them up, feeling them course down my throat. Then I tasted spunk. My cock flexed in some sort of horny perverted reaction. I didn't care how crude this was, I liked it -- I liked it a lot! 

Angela pressed her hands onto my head, pushing me harder onto her pussy. I probed her with my tongue as deeply as I could to pleasure Angela and find erotic tastes for myself. I heard her begin to moan. In response, I grasped her breasts with both hands and began to caress, squeeze, fondle and pinch. Then I pulled her nipples upwards, raising her big floppy tits as I did so. 

My tonguing and the attention to her tits soon delivered Angela a vigorous orgasm, one which had her bucking and rolling. But she kept her hands on my head and I held her tits with my arms around her thighs. She yelled "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" as she came and then she was quiet and still. I carried on licking her until she was too sensitive for it to continue. I was pulled up on top of her and I slid my cock into her tight but sopping wet pussy as I moved upon her. I began long slow strokes as Angela licked my wet face. Once she had tasted all of the juices on me, we locked into our sexual kissing with juices flowing. 

Pushing deep into her I could feel much more of my predecessor's spunk. Angela was awash with it. As if she was reading my mind, Angela suddenly broke our frantic kissing and said "Can you feel it? Feel what's in me?" in breathy tones directly into my ear.

"I can feel it! And I tasted it!" I told her.

"Good!" she said, adding "You like it dirty, don't you! You like a dirty cunt?"

"I love it! I love your cunt! And I love it dirty!". I was speeding up our fuck as I told her this and she was rising to meet my thrusts into her.

The horny sex, our words, the fucking -- all pushed Angela over the edge into a second orgasm. I was pounding into her saturated pussy when she climaxed with loud gasps. I slowed as she came round from her extreme thrill and she pulled my ear alongside her mouth. "After you come in me I'm gonna do something really dirty. You up for that?" she uttered directly into my ear. 

I told her "Yeah!" and she tongued my ear in a loud, wet sloppy way that I find very horny. To add to my arousal, she bit my earlobe, something only her mother had done to me. We had discovered that it enhances my arousal enough to tip me into my climax. Did Angela know this? I gasped as the extra touches caused my knob to erupt with hot spunk deep inside her. I heard her groan and I hoped that she felt my spurts. 

I flopped onto her sweating body, grasping a tit as I did. Giving me only a moment's respite, Angela roughly pushed me off her body and onto my back. In a flash she was straddling my face. Her swollen reddened pussy was inches from my eyes. Angela was standing on her knees, her body towering over me. I remember thinking how huge her tits looked from this angle. To my delight, she inserted her two index fingers into herself as far as they could go and she stretched herself open. She gyrated her hands slowly and after some moments of this her probable aim was achieved. Sex juices began to seep from her, a mixture of course, hers, mine and someone else's. My close up view saw the progress of the first emerging fluids and then they began to drop on my face, into my mouth, down my chin onto my neck.

Angela was panting as she watched her dirty but hugely erotic act coming to fruition. I found this incredible new experience very arousing and despite only just climaxing, my softening cock began to re-harden. Unable to give much to Angela, my right hand went to my cock and my left hand reached for one of her tits. I was swallowing the stuff that went in or near enough to my mouth for me to lick and I was wanking myself as I did so. It's difficult to assess how much flowed from her and it went on for some minutes. As the flow slowed, Angela lowered her pussy onto me and ground herself on my face. She pasted pussy juice and spunk all over me, painting me with her wet bush.

My wanking during such eroticism soon brought me off. Having an orgasm whilst a hot wet cunt rubbed on my face was amazing in itself. Despite my earlier ejaculation, I managed spurts strong enough to splash some spunk on Angela's back though most went on my chest and stomach. I'm not sure if Angela climaxed again but she certainly loved doing this to my face. I wondered if it was a new thing or something she had done before with others.

We slept deeply after that, both still smelling strongly of sex in the morning. Angela seemed to be still quite high when we woke and when we got up from the bed, she was totally open with her nakedness, as was I. We did not refer to the night's incredible sex and when we went downstairs, she reverted to step-daughter again. It was clear now that the bedroom was a different world we went to for sex. Elsewhere we had a very normal relationship. I dared to ask in a roundabout way if she had had a good night with the Chinese guys. She told me that she had. When I asked if one of them had baled out leaving her alone with the other guy, she told me enigmatically that, no, both guys were with her all evening. My mind raced as I analysed that. She had a threesome with two Chinese guys, who fucked her and jizzed on her tits, maybe tit-fucked her -- and then she came home and got me to fuck her -- and more. Wow! I knew that generally the Chinese are fascinated by big tits and I imagined many scenarios of what they did with Angela.

That night seemed to trigger Angela to step up our frequency of sex. From then on she initiated a fuck with me around five nights a week, sometimes twice in one night. I loved the middle of the night sessions when she would wake me and ride my hard cock with both of us pulling on her tits. We still never spoke about our sex except for dirty talking during a fuck which she did more of than I did. I was always fascinated when she used the C word. A female saying 'cunt' in a sex situation is very erotic to me.

Some weeks after the Chinese guys incident, Angela went out for a strenuous bike ride on a Saturday afternoon. She enjoyed it as an exercise. She returned home in a very hot and sweaty state. She went upstairs, to change I thought. Then I heard her call me to go upstairs. In the bedroom, she asked me to help her pull her tight cycling clothes off her hot sweaty body. They were very tight garments, flattening her tits and showing a camel's toe on her mound. I helped pull them off her and she stood there naked, caressing her tits. My cock was stirring as I watched her. "Cycling makes me so HOT!" she said with emphasis on 'hot'. With that she lay on the bed and opened her thighs, raising her knees. Her hand went to her pussy and her middle fingers were quickly inside her. "I might masturbate now -- or, of course, we could fuck!" she said, more as an order than a suggestion. I was soon naked too.

I stood at the end of the bed, sporting a stiff erection while watching Angela finger herself, her body still glistening with sweat. She looked up at me and her tongue did a circuit of her lips. "Will you lick my cunt?" she asked. I immediately wondered if she had been fucked by someone else while she was out on her bike ride, after the night with the Chinese guys. Either way, I was more than willing to lick her and I was soon between her thighs tasting her erotic juices.

This time I didn't detect the signs of Angela having had an earlier encounter. Part of me was almost disappointed. My thumb teased her big clitoris while I pushed my tongue in between her pussy lips. She was groaning almost immediately and caressing her wet tits as she did so. I probed as deeply as I could, enjoying the taste of her sopping wet pussy. She was certainly turned on by her bike ride. Perhaps her saddle was doing something to her. 

The combination of her aroused state, my tongue in her pussy, my thumb on her clit and her attention to her tits soon had Angela gasping. She started to roll from side to side as she came so I gripped my arms around her shapely thighs. She cried out "Fucking hell, my cunt! My cunt! Ahhhh!"

as she climaxed. I slowed down and did long slow strokes of my tongue the full length of her slit as she enjoyed the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then I spread her cheeks wider to get lower down to lick her bum hole for the first time. It is something I get the urge to do every so often, usually if I'm drunk or just very aroused. I heard her groaning in response. She pushed my head so that I pressed harder on her and my nose was now in her pussy.

I gave her a couple of minutes of anal attention and then I felt her pulling my head up. I looked up her body, through her floppy tits spreading over her chest with their erect nipples standing proud and she said "Fuck my tits!" I moved up her body and straddled her torso. Angela formed a vagina from her tits but not how I was expecting. Instead of pushing her ample tits in from the sides, she took her left nipple in her right hand and vice versa, crossing them over to form a pussy held in place with tension on her nipples. I guessed that it must be giving her that pain that arouses her. Her tits were still wet with sweat and my pre-come soon added to the lubrication when I inserted by cock. I began long strokes and revelled in the pleasures from her invented vagina. She was obviously enjoying it too, her groans were soon forthcoming. I saw her twisting her nipples as well as stretching them and my mind went back to the time years before when I had walked in on her standing naked in front of the mirror with her tits in her hands. Perhaps she had been pleasuring herself then. She certainly knew how to wreak bliss from her body.

I fucked her tits for what seemed an age -- a delightful age. I felt my balls swinging, sliding over her body. I looked behind me as the sunshine suddenly streamed through the window. The beam fell across her bush of wet brown pubes and I saw them glistening. I thought about the depths of the cunt beneath and how much pleasure we were both having from it during our unspoken sex sessions. This was our first daytime fuck and my mind wondered if it would lead to more. Then my sensations began to well up. I had no reason to hold off. I sped up just slightly and groaned as I was gripped by waves of delightful sensations. My first spurt was at the top of my stroke and it shot from Angela's cleavage and hit her neck under the chin. The next spurted between her tits to give muck more lubrication and the rest came in various places. As I gasped in completion, Angela released her tits and they flopped sideways, with rivers of my spunk between them. I stood there on my knees, my softening cock dripping more spunk onto her body.

I flopped down on the bed beside Angela. She smoothed the spunk over her tits and stomach and also between her legs in some sort of ritual fetish. I thought about the dried spunk on her tits from the Chinese guys. We lay there silent. I longed for her to talk to me, preferably about our sex. A hand drifted back to her pussy and she pushed fingers into her wet lips and gently masturbated. Suddenly she said "The Chinese guys were fascinated by my tits. We sat in a booth in a quiet corner of the pub, one each side of me. They were clearly just besotted with them so when I realised that we could not be seen, I flipped them out for them. They loved it and fell upon them, groping, kissing, nibbling, sucking. I felt a hand go up my dress, touching my cunt through my panties. It all felt so hot and I knew I wanted them to fuck me, both of them. 

We went to their hotel. It wasn't my first threesome so I guided them a bit. They stripped me naked and I lay on my back. One of them sat between my thighs and got his cock in me from a seated position. The other one tit-fucked me from the other end, straddling my neck. I sucked his balls as he fucked my tits. They both came quite quickly like that. Then they played with my tits and were soon hard again. They took turns to do me doggy style and I multiple orgasmed as they relay fucked me. I took both their cocks in my mouth at the same time. I rode one of them reverse cowgirl style with the other one's cock in my mouth as he stood over me."

By now I was hard again and wanking. Angela paused in her story because she climaxed from her fingering herself, gasping through her orgasm. I watched her tits wobble as she came, the nipples standing more than half an inch tall. She resumed the story telling after composing herself. "I let them take pictures of me. Close ups of my pussy and my tits. Pictures with their cocks in me and spunk on my tits. The last position we did, they kebabbed me, both coming with their cocks in me. When I got home, I was still high. I needed more. I loved it all, including what happened in this room!"

My cock spurted as I thought about that night and the things she made us do -- me do. I realised that she had not directly mentioned me but I was thrilled that she had 'loved it' and that I had been part of it. I would have liked to ask her for more details but I kept quiet, still wary of upsetting our fabulous sex by doing something wrong. Her dominant role was suiting me so why should I risk anything.

We lay there silent once her story was over, our nakedness not bothering either of us. I wondered what would happen next and then Angela rolled over towards me, her eyes meeting mine. "D'you wanna fuck again?" she asked. Of course I did. I couldn't get enough of this erotic sex with a girl less than half my age. And she sure knows how to fuck. 

I nodded, with a suitable smile. "Good! Me too!" she said as she took hold of my cock which was still large but not stiff -- yet. She soon had it fully erect and threw her leg over my body to straddle me. She eased my cock into her slippery wet pussy and slowly rode me cowgirl style. Her tits swung about in front of my eyes. "Did you ever think that we'd fuck?" Angela suddenly asked. I shook my head.

"I fantasised about you after Mum opened up about stuff you two did." she confessed, continuing "But I never thought it'd happen. I'm glad it has happened though. I love dirty, raunchy sex."

I took a chance and asked her a connected question. "You gonna fuck other guys, the way you did with Tin and Lee?" My question was about the possibility of more dirty sex rather than checking on my own security with Angela. 

"I guess so, if the opportunity arises." she replied. "Want me to?" she asked

"Fuck yeah!" I gasped, thrilled by the prospect of some more of that hot sex.

"And I think I'll try and fix you up with a different fuck at some point, an extra pussy for you. There's a woman at work who openly admits to being easy. I could tell her you need a mercy fuck. She'll give you one." She paused and then hissed "Tits!" I gave them the treatment that Angela loves in conjunction with hard cock to get her climaxing. "Oh fuck! That's so gooooooood!" she groaned through her orgasm. 

After her climax, Angela repositioned us into reverse cowgirl with my legs off the end of the bed and her reversing onto my cock while standing on the floor. I could see her bum hole as she moved into place and I wondered if that was where she was going to insert me, but she teased her pussy lips with my knob and then pushed all of my shaft deep into her tight little cunt. We both gasped as my full length was buried in her. She fucked me in that standing cum stooping position, with me pushing up into her, until I came. I could feel my spurts jetting into her wet depths and I wondered just how much spunk she had taken from me during our fantastic afternoon. 

She eased her hot cunt off my tired cock and threw on a tee shirt and a loose skirt. I didn't see any panties or bra go on. I was much slower getting dressed, still going over our incredible sex session in my mind. As she left the room to go downstairs she turned and said "I though we'd have burgers tonight, with apple pie to follow." and I knew that 'downstairs Angela was back. I smiled as I compared the two versions of this amazing girl. 

"Fine!" I said, knowing that I couldn't wait to be back in the bedroom with sexy 'upstairs' Angela for another amazing joining of our two bodies. 

And that is where my life is up to with Angela. We live our normal lives until we enter the bedroom. Then everything changes into our amazing sex life with all sorts of hot raunchy sex included. I don't know how long it will last and I can't complain if it ever ends because it has been incredible!