4 comments/ 47419 views/ 26 favorites Irresistible Taboo By: Dexter88 This story is based partially on real people and events, partially on complete fantasy, and somewhat on what just possibly might have really happened had I acted differently at certain moments of opportunity. ***** It has been 14 years since it happened, and only now do I feel ready to tell the story. It's not like I have ever forgotten about it— no, not a week will go by without replaying the scene in my head at least a few times. And sometimes those recollections still compel me to go into the bathroom to jerk off to the vivid memory. After all these years, now that I am in my later middle age, I still cum readily to the memory of what happened. To this day I think of the long chain of flirtatious and suggestive events, building an escalating sexual tension between me and my step-daughter and leading to a single mind-blowing culminating incident, as the most thrillingly erotic events of my life. And yet, none of it included our actually having sex, as least by the strict definition of having sex once used by Bill Clinton. But as far as I am concerned, it was sexier and hotter than just plain fucking—most especially because of the taboos against incest, even with a step-daughter. So let me tell the story and you, the reader, can judge if you would feel the same way. I: Background and sexual tension To tell the story, I have to go back almost 20 years ago, when my current wife Joan and I, both divorced for several years, first met. We were both devastated by the ends of our previous marriages, but we instantly hit it off in many ways: intellectually, senses of humor, common interests, political and philosophical viewpoints, etc. And one similarity that made us both laugh is that both of our previous spouses were not white, and we both were. I—my name is Peter— had been married to a dark-complexioned Latino woman, while Joan's ex-husband had been of a mixed ancestry, part African-American, part Native American, and part Asian. But the main difference between my previous marriage and Joan's was that hers produced a female child, while I was not a parent. When Joan and I first started dating her daughter, named Victoria, was had just turned eighteen and was in her senior year of high school. I met Victoria on the evening of my third date with Joan, although she had already been well described to me, and probably I to her. Victoria was extremely bright, funny, personable, observant, did not seem to be self-conscious or self-censoring, and seemed very comfortable in her own skin and with the fact that her mother had started dating again. And I could not help noticing that she was extraordinarily attractive, sexy in a natural, unaffected way. She was slightly above average female height, maybe 5'8", with a trim, athletic build—which was not surprising, because she apparently excelled in sports as well as her academic studies. Because of her mixed ethnic background, her skin had a beautiful color, like light coffee, and she seemed to have a flawless complexion with not a single teenage pimple on her face. She had a captivating smile, with perfect white teeth, and full luscious lips. Her eyes were large and dark and with a hint of an Asian almond shape. She wore no makeup, and did not need it. Her hair was braided, something I have always liked in women of color. Victoria was wearing cut off jeans shorts that time I first met her, and I saw that her legs were long, shapely, and muscular, and smooth as if they had very recently been shaved. And—in contradiction to all those story tellers out there who make up fantasies of teenage girls with triple D breast sizes—she was on the smallish size in the bust department, probably a small B cup, and definitely perky. As I was having my very first introductory conversation with her, I noticed that she might have been braless: the top two buttons below her collar were unbuttoned, and the top of the shirt had pushed out away from her shoulder and upper chest. Taking a quick peek from my close proximity (even at that first meet, I really couldn't help myself, despite the risk of being caught) I could only see skin with no discernible bra strap or top to a cup. I didn't dare look down long enough to see if I could actually catch a glimpse of her breasts, but it was an auspicious and exciting introduction, indeed! To put it succinctly, I liked Joan very much from our first date, but I was instantly smitten with her daughter Victoria. Joan and I became seriously involved very quickly. But she made it very clear to me that there would be no sleepovers for me while Victoria was still in high school and living at home. Occasionally when Victoria stayed with her dad on alternate weekends, I got to stay the night, but most of our sex happened at my place. Things were going well in my relationship with Joan, and Victoria and I gradually became increasingly fond of and relaxed with each other. And as the comfort level between me and Victoria increased, there started emerging hints of playful flirtation. I think I hid my attraction to her pretty well, at least as far as Joan was concerned, but when given an opportunity, my fantasies about Victoria broke free and compelled me to certain kinky activities. For instance, on those occasions when Victoria was staying with her dad or a friend's house and I could sleep over, if Joan needed to go out for a while I would often wander into Victoria's room—the door was always invitingly open. As with so many teenagers, the floor was covered with clothes she had worn. And invariably, there would be several pairs of panties that had been worn. Sometimes they were plain cotton panties, sometimes lace, sometimes smooth and silky, and sometimes they were a very sexy thong, but whatever they were the sight of them made me very aroused. I would pick them up and hold them to my nose so I could breathe deeply of the smell of her pussy. She had the smell of a virginal young girl—clean and fresh, almost floral, but at the same time a slight hint of muskiness from those sexual pheromones that both indicate arousal and bring arousal to those who smell them. Often there would be vaginal secretions in the crotch area, and if I happened to get there soon enough, fresh and still moist. I would love to look at the shape of those stains. especially when it looked like the crotch of the panties had worked its way up in between her labia, to trace the outlines of her pussy. Sometimes, if she had secreted heavily and the panties had ridden up, it looked like an erotic Rorschach test and I could make out the whole shape of her genitalia, from the vaginal canal opening all the way up to the clitoral hood. And I didn't just look. Gingerly sticking out my tongue, I would lick the crotch of her panties to taste that salty ambrosia. How I savored it! I would have taken it completely into my mouth so all her juice would dissolve onto my tongue and I could get the full taste, but I was afraid that would make the crotch noticeably wetter when Victoria got around to putting her underwear in the laundry, and she might notice. As Victoria's high school year continued I was at Joan's house regularly, and though I still never slept over when Victoria was home for the night, Joan seemed to trust me implicitly and didn't seem to notice an increasingly charged atmosphere with her daughter. There were many incidents which got me very excited. One weekend I came over early in the morning to fix something in the house, and Joan was still upstairs when I let myself in (by now I had a key). Victoria was alone in the kitchen and though she knew I was coming over, was still in her sleeping attire, which consisted of boxer shorts and a white tee shirt. There was definitely no bra on under the tee, because her nipples were very erect and jutting out. And because the tee was a thin light fabric, I could clearly see the dark outline of her aureoles. This was the first time I really got such a graphic view of the shape of those beautiful perky breasts, and the size and color of her nips. I became very hard, and since I was still standing, could not hide it. And then something very thrilling happened: I caught Victoria's eyes glancing down at my crotch for a moment. She looked back up quickly, but I knew she had taken in the sight of my erection, and she undoubtedly knew what had caused it. After Victoria graduated high school, with honors in academics, sports, and the arts, she began college (she made Harvard! I told you she was bright!) and left home. Finally I was able to sell my apartment and I moved in to Joan's house. (It wasn't until years later that we finally officially got married.) The relationship with Joan was very good, our sex life was also quite good, and Joan still did not seem to have a clue about my secret desires for her daughter. But the intensity of what had started happening between Victoria and me while she was still in high school only increased, and incidents of barely disguised sex play occurred with more frequency and less subtlety on those occasions when she came back home from college and was staying in her old room. The flirtation always had enough deniability that she could act like she was just kidding around, or nothing had really happened. She was sending a message, and it was thrilling, but I still didn't quite know what to make of it. Was it just a tease, showing me she could wrap me around her little finger if she wanted, or was it more? Here are just a few examples of these flirty incidents, so the reader will be able to put the story of what happens at the end of these events—I will get to that soon enough—into the context of a long slow escalation of sexual hints, references, and jokes. By themselves, each one can seem fairly innocent, but taken as a whole, it appeared to me that she was consciously putting out a signal, albeit one that I couldn't interpret with any confidence yet. For instance, one day we happened to run into each other on the subway, both headed for the house. When we walked in together so unexpectedly, Joan was in the kitchen. Victoria lightly took my arm, walked with me over to her mother, and said with a straight face, "Mom, we're having an affair." It was obviously a joke, and maybe a way of tweaking her mother a bit, but I couldn't think of a single older man—certainly not her biological father, and not male friends of ours who are our same age—who would have provoked such a risqué comment. Another time when Victoria drifted over the line of quasi-incestuous taboo happened when she was home for the weekend in her freshman year. I had been exercising in our bedroom, and I was wearing shorts with loose legs, and no underwear. I knew it would be easy for anyone walking in to look right past my wide shorts legs and see my cock as I was doing my pushups, but I had the doors closed. The bathroom on the bedroom floor is connected to both our bedroom and Victoria's bedroom, with separate doors leading into each. We never had bothered to put locks on the doors, figuring the "honor system" would suffice. So there I was on the ground exercising, knowing that my cock was pretty much on public display if someone happened to look in, and with my head faced away from the bathroom door so I couldn't see anyone entering. Suddenly I heard the slight creak of a door opening, the sound of someone walking very softly just behind me, and then I had the strongest instinctive sense that someone was staring at me, her eyes riveted on my exposed crotch area. I was afraid to turn around and acknowledge this presence— it could not have been anyone but Victoria, because Joan would have no reason to be quiet about her entrance. This went on, this sense of being closely examined, for a few minutes, with me frozen and unable to decide what to do. My erection grew larger until it was tenting up the crotch of my shorts, but I could not touch it to adjust it. This silent meeting lasted another several minutes, and then the "mystery person" seemed to have waited long enough and slowly tiptoed out of the room, closing the bathroom door behind her. For months I was kicking myself and wondering what would have happened if I had turned around and acknowledged her presence; would she have made some excuse for being there, or would the situation, wrought with sexual tension, have led to something? And what could it have led to... how far might it have gone??? One summer between her sophomore and junior college years Victoria returned home for almost two months. During that time I noticed more and more the things she did in a casual, off-handed way, that created an electrically sexually charged atmosphere and inevitably had a powerful erotic effect on me. One time on a very hot day she wore shorts that were old tattered jeans that had been cut off so high up towards her crotch that there was barely a thin strip of ragged denim between her legs. When she was standing, just seeing those long tan legs with the insides of the pockets coming down well below the bottom of the leg holes, and the waist of the shorts starting well below her navel, made me as hard as a rock. But as if that weren't enough, when I sat down on a couch, she immediately sat down on the other couch facing me, and while talking about this and that, slowly began to open her legs. That tiny strip of thread-bare denim did not provide any coverage for her panties, and I could see the exact shape of her mons as her blue bikini-cut panties fit tightly against her pussy. I was utterly hypnotized by the sight, my pulse racing, but she then "upped the ante" and began to slowly close and reopen her legs, repeatedly, and seemingly innocently, while we were talking about I don't remember what (as if I cared!). This slow scissors action of her legs began to cause the panties to creep up and between her labia, so after several minutes I was treated to some beautiful camel-toe. From her perfect ass to the top of her labia majora, those panties had thoroughly wedged themselves into the crack. Much as I tried not to, I could not help staring directly at her crotch. She had to know what I was seeing, but she made no effort to shift position or try to cover up. When she finally left about a half hour later, I immediately had to run to the bathroom to relieve myself, or I would have had blue balls all day. One thing that aroused me a great deal—in fact, drove me almost crazy with horniness— occurred while Victoria was still in college during the Christmas break of her senior year. She was staying in her old room, which, as I mentioned earlier, shared a bathroom with ours. One morning I got out of bed to shower (Joan, an early riser, was already downstairs having breakfast), and as I normally did, I knocked on the door on our side which led into the bathroom to see if it was empty. Victoria called out, "Oh, Peter, I'm about to shower, but you can still come in." I walked in, and there she was, wrapped only in a bath towel which reached down to barely cover her upper thighs. I marveled again at the long shapeliness of her tan, smooth legs. The towel was also wrapped low enough that the jiggly tops of her small breasts were exposed. She smiled and looked at me, and only then did I realize there was nothing I could do while she was there— I couldn't take a shower myself, couldn't pee, and felt awkward about brushing my teeth or shaving in front of her. Although she seemed perfectly calm, I felt this incredible sexual tension, and I started becoming erect. I was wearing sweat pants with no underwear, and I knew my hard on would become obvious. Sure enough I caught her eyes as she glanced down directly towards my crotch. This time, unlike the high school incident years earlier, she let her gaze linger a good two or three seconds. Probably sensing my embarrassment and my feeling of awkwardness she said, "don't worry, I am wearing a bra and panties under this towel." Of course, that only served to make me more turned on and more embarrassed. Just referring to her underwear in such a casual way—just saying the words "my panties"— seemed unbelievably suggestive and seductive. Almost out of desperation I said, "I just wanted a drink of water and to wash up a little," and quickly took a sip from a glass, threw some soap and water on my face, and dried myself. While I was doing this she was standing very close behind me, her breasts maybe two or three inches from my back, and was looking right at me the whole time in the mirror we were facing. I became extremely excited by this, and I'm sure my face was blushing bright red to go along with my raging hard on, which was reflecting clearly in the mirror. Finally I exited the bathroom, trying—mostly unsuccessfully—to keep my erection out of Victoria's visual range, but I decided to stay close to the bathroom door with my ear against it. I heard the sound of water running while she took a long shower. After the water was off, I did not hear the door leading to her room open, but after a while I heard what sounded like lowering and sitting down on the toilet seat. followed soon after by a steady sound of— I didn't know what at first. Kind of a steady, rhythmic, rustling of fabric and rubbing movement. Not ready to surrender to my most extreme erotic fantasies, I told myself that maybe she was just moving around and getting dressed. But after a few minutes I began to faintly hear the sound of increasingly rapid breathing, which a minute later developed into very audible panting, punctuated by several of what sounded like low groans. By then what was going on was undeniable. My cock was as hard as a rock, and I unconsciously pulled it out. In case there was still any lingering doubt about what she was doing, I soon detected an in-and-out slurpy sound added to the rapid breathing. The slurping suction sound and the panting accelerated steadily, faster and faster, until it reach a peak and I heard a long "ohhhhhh-nnnng—AAHHH." The sound was repressed, as if her hand were placed over her mouth, but it was unmistakable. Then the room became quiet again. I had been rubbing my cock this whole time, and I was about a half stroke away from cumming my brains out. I moved away from the door, and then I heard Victoria's voice calling out in a sweet lilt, "Peter, I'm done, you can come in now if you need to." Were the words "I'm done" a deliberate double-entendre? Did she know that I was right at the door and heard everything? Had it all been a performance for my benefit? I opened the door, and she was just leaving through the other door leading to her room, dressed again in the towel (without bra and panties now, because I immediately noticed them on the floor in front of the shower) Before she exited, though, she took a look behind her and gave me a last look with a sweet smile. Her face and body were noticeably flushed, but she seemed utterly unembarrassed. And one other thing I noticed: as she reach for the door knob to open the door to her room, I very definitely saw a gleaming sheen covering her middle and index fingers. I brushed my teeth, shaved, and started to undress for my shower when I heard her walk down the stairs to join her mother for breakfast. I realized I was all alone up there, and looked down at the worn bra and panties that she had left. It felt like they were not left there by accident. I picked up the bra and held it and examined it, thinking about her beautiful pert breasts having just been inside of those cups. The bra was very sheer, practically transparent, and I wished I had gotten a peek of her wearing it because her nipples would have been in clear view. But that was just the appetizer: I picked up the panties, which were pink silk bikinis and immediately saw that the entire crotch area was absolutely soaking wet. Not with normal vaginal discharge that women often have in their panties over a day's wearing, but with that lubricating cream that some women produce copiously from having sex with a partner, from self-stimulation, or from just being turned on. The front looked like it had been pushed up into her, and I realized that she must have masturbated through her panties, without ever taking them off, all the way to the point of orgasm. She had ejaculated an opaque thick slippery fluid into the crotch area of the panties. A single pubic hair sticking out of her cum juice only added to the erotic impact. The vision of those wet panties drove me about crazy with lust. Irresistible Taboo I put my fingers on the moistest area, fingering through the thick smooth texture of what had just poured out of her pussy and had not dried at all yet. I held it to my nose, I put it in my mouth—since it was sopping wet, I did not have to worry about my saliva getting on it— and fully experienced the taste of this wonderful natural product from her cunt, so much better than any artificial lubricant. But this was not enough, given the erection I had by now, and this rare opportunity. I wrapped the panties around my shaft, with the wettest part against my skin, and proceeded to jerk off, sliding against my cock with her own lubricant and imagining how this is what I would feel if I were really fucking her. I couldn't last long with that thought: within 30 seconds, I sprayed hard all over the walls, the floor, and some on the panties themselves. I cleaned up as best I could, hoping she would not notice dried semen when she put the panties in the wash, and proceeded to go downstairs to join my wife and my oh-so-desirable step-daughter. II: Victoria comes home Well, I'm well into the story, and I have not yet told you what happened that remarkable day that I referred to at the beginning. That took place after Victoria had graduated college. She had a teaching job lined up, and planned to get an apartment fairly near-by, but for a few months she was going to move back in with us until things fell into place. So she came home with a small van, and the lives of me and Joan got disrupted quite a bit— sharing a bathroom again, a chronic mess on the floor of Victoria's room (oh yes, there was still the regular appearance of worn panties beckoning me, now exhibiting the much more frequent use of thin, lacy, super-revealing thongs), having many meals together, being in each others' presence more than we ever had as a threesome. Victoria continued to be "innocently" flirtatious in a way that never seemed to alarm or bother her mother, even though it seemed to me that it was becoming more obvious and intense and not quite as playful or deniable. Victoria spoke openly about her college experiences and I learned a bit about her one serious college boyfriend—a White Anglo Saxon Protestant type of guy, surprisingly— who she saw in her sophomore and junior years, and broke up with shortly into her senior year. My sense was that the breakup was over her perception that he tended to "show her off" for her exotic beauty and charisma, but he did not really communicate with her on a deeper level. It was pretty clear that Victoria had been a virgin till this guy came along, thus not "doing the deed" the first time till she was twenty, rather unusual for her generation. And while she might have done a little loose dating in her senior college year after that breakup, I got the sense that in spite of her natural sexiness, she really did not have much real world sexual experience through both high school and college. I surmised this because while she had been in college I came across a diary of hers in the basement that she apparently had kep while in high school. I could not resist reading it to see if there were any references to early sexual activities of any kind: with boys, with girls, or (most intriguing of all!) with herself. And I did find a few. She writes about once going to a party—this seemed to be just before I entered the picture- where she met a handsome young black man. She described in pretty juicy detail how she started dancing to a slow reggae with him and did a "leg-lock" around him. She goes on for several sentences about how hard she was grinding her "puss" (her word) against his thigh and even moving to the front to rub in circular movements directly against his "thing." (Again, her word!) The next sentence in her entry states, "God, was I wet— it soaked all the way into my jeans. Thank God they were black." But inexplicably, things did not go any further, at least according to the diary, and Victoria writes about coming home "very horny," a term that shocked me coming from her, since I had never heard her talk about herself in overtly sexual language. The last sentence in the entry said, "well, I just got to bed, but I couldn't sleep—until I took care of myself! Oh, God, I exploded! I had to change the sheets before mom saw them." My heart skipped a beat when I read that. Her orgasm was an explosion?! The diary also describes the time when she went to the prom with her quasi-boyfriend at the time. It's clear from the entry that she was still a virgin. She relates how they went with a bunch of friends to someone's house, there was a lot of making out going on, and then all her friends left at once so she could be alone in the room with this guy. She writes that they did some heavy tongue kissing, and he reached under her bra and played with her nipples. (I loved this sentence: "They were so sensitive when he touched them, they started pointing out longer than I thought they ever could.") Next he put his hand up her prom dress, under her panties, and fingered her, putting "his middle finger all the way up inside." When I read that juicy tidbit, I felt certain that this was the first time she had been finger-fucked, or else why mention it in such detail? But, she goes on, "just as it started to feel really good, it stopped. I was really, really hot and ready for him to do more." (She doesn't specify how much more.) I guess there was no real technique on his part, and maybe he was scared to go further. Or maybe he had a premature ejaculation in his pants! I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head at that, because they were both obviously very inexperienced. By the summer, she had broken up with him. Getting back to that period that Victoria moved back with us for a few months after college graduation, I noticed she frequently said things for just their shock value and to see how we might react. One mind-blowing bomb that she casually dropped was that she had experimented with girl-on-girl stuff a little bit in college. She didn't provide details—and how I wanted to hear details!—but sharing that she had erotically touched and was fondled back by another young girl was a powerful additive to her already overwhelming desirability and sexuality. The thought that some pretty young coed (I assumed she must be pretty to attract Victoria!) actually might have had her fingers and her tongue on, and had tasted and felt Victoria's sweet pussy, just about drove me insane with desire and jealousy. About six weeks into Victoria's temporary stay with us, Joan had to go out one mid- morning. She had a doctor's appointment, was going to visit her elderly mother, and was going to go directly from there to meet a friend for dinner. She would be out all day and into the night. After she left, I was downstairs drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper when I heard the light footsteps of Victoria coming down the stairs. She came into the kitchen, grabbed a section of the paper, and poured herself a cup. She had not dressed yet, and was wearing those loose PJs that young people like, tied very low down and showing her midriff, barely above where her pubic hair would start. Well above her midriff was again a short white T-shirt she had slept in, and again there was no doubt that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts was as perky as ever, without even a hint of sag, and her nipples were super-hard. As she moved I detected them jiggling invitingly under the tee shirt. Try as I might to avoid staring, my eyes kept returning to her chest area to take in that sight. After a while, Victoria put down the paper, looked up at me, smiled, and asked if I would like to go to the movies with her today. I was taken aback because while we had seen a few movies as a threesome with her mother, this seemed almost like she was asking me on a date. I foolishly asked, "You mean with just me?" and she giggled a bit and answered, "Sure." I began to recover my footing and said, "Oh, yeah, that sounds great. What movie did you have in mind?" Without a beat of hesitation she named a movie that had been recently released, "Swimming Pool," which had received good reviews as a thriller with a strong erotic content. Of all the movies out there, she had selected the sexiest movie that was playing (other than porn, which I generally don't find very sexy anyway—to me there is nothing erotic about watching bleached blonde bimbos with breast enlargements, shaved pussies, and tattoos having mechanical sex with some muscle-bound idiot). I was thrilled at her choice, but nervous too. What was she saying? Was this just a movie she wanted to see that day, or was she deliberately setting up a scenario that would create even more sexual tension between us? Of course I said it sounded good, and Victoria smiled and said she needed to go upstairs and change first. So she disappeared to her room with me waiting downstairs, my stomach bubbling with a mixture of incredible excitement and anxious anticipation as well. I was so thrilled at what was going on that my heart felt like it was pounding through my chest, but at the same time I truly was afraid of jeopardizing my relationship with Joan if something was really going on other than just innocently seeing a movie with my significant other's beautiful daughter. She came down after ten minutes, looking stunning, wearing a striped low cut and thin—nearly translucent once outside— sundress that ended about three inches above her knees. I had never seen her in this outfit before, and she looked amazing. Because she was small-breasted, there was no cleavage showing per se, but if she leaned forward even a little bit, you could see the whole separate round shapes of her beautiful globes, practically all the way to her aureoles. She had put on a bra, a light yellow one, but it was very minimal and sheer and only barely covered her nipples, all the skin and the full outline of the swell of her titties showing with every move she made. She looked more irresistible than any woman I had ever seen. So off we went to the movies, which we walked to. In the outdoor sunlight, her sun dress became practically see-through, and I could see the full shape of her legs, the clear outline of her panties. and the shape of her breasts in the bra cups. Along the way we got quite a few stares from young men who were undoubtedly wondering how an old fart like me ended up with such a hot babe almost 30 years younger. Victoria noticed too, and laughed every time it happened. One time she even took my hand and moved in close to me, allowing her breast to make contact with my upper arm, just to make the guy jealous. When she came close like that, and I felt the soft cushiony touch of her breast, and took in the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body, I could have died on the spot with pure desire. We arrived at the movie theater five minutes ahead of the first matinee of the day, and when we walked in, were amazed to see that we were literally the only people there. I made some comment like, "I guess this is the kind of movie people like to watch late," and we took center seats, having the place completely to ourselves. We sat comfortably in our seats as the movie began. For anyone who hasn't seen this movie, it is a good thriller which turns very erotic—a hard R rating—when the character of the young seductive daughter shows up. At that point the movie was definitely turning me on, and I had a feeling that Victoria was feeling the same, but of course I couldn't say anything. We just continued with our eyes straight ahead on the screen, but I was feeling increasingly horny. I looked down at Victoria's bare legs, her sun dress at mid-thigh, and noticed a barely perceptible slow movement. Without making a sound, she was opening her legs so that her knees were about six inches apart, and then squeezing them tightly back together again. Each time her legs came together she held them in place a moment before opening them again. That steady motion almost made me forget to watch the movie. This went on for about another 15 minutes, and my eyes had returned to the screen. Suddenly I was aware of the slightest feathery touch on the top of my right thigh above the knee. I glanced down, and saw that Victoria was resting the palm of her hand on her left leg and was reaching over with her long fingers hovering over and barely grazing against my thigh. Her fingertips were pointing down and making contact so lightly that I thought maybe I was just imagining that she was actually touching me. But the very thought of that—given that I was already feeling horny from the movie and watching her leg movement— caused me to have a huge erection, so much so that it was very uncomfortable. We stayed like that for about five more minutes, my cock practically begging for release, she seeming tentative and me not knowing if her fingers on my thigh was intentional or inadvertent, and if it was on purpose, did she want to go any further? I was practically paralyzed, hesitant to say anything because I was still afraid that I was imagining her touch, or that it was strictly accidental or unconscious. But then, just as a particularly sexy scene was happening on the screen, Victoria suddenly broke the indecision and crossed that red line of taboo. She took the fingertips that were resting so lightly, and exerting just a bit more pressure so that there was no doubt they were there, drew them up my thigh several inches, also moving them more to the inside of my thigh. I might have gasped audibly, and I turned to her, and found her looking at me intently, with an expression that seemed to ask, "please let me know if you want this, if this is all right." The ball was now clearly in my court, and I finally summoned my nerve. I leaned over and whispered two simple words in her ear: "It's OK." That was all that was needed to be said. Victoria took her hand and began rubbing my thigh with both her fingertips and her palm, and ever so slowly, moved more to the inside thigh and upwards in the direction of my now-enormous erection. My heart was pounding out of my chest as she so delicately and lightly rubbed me, with one finger, then two and three, and then holding my thigh with her entire hand and massaging it, still moving up just a millimeter at a time. I was in a state of complete sexual suspense and ecstasy, looking down in disbelief at her hand doing this to me. I then glanced over at her, and as she looked at me to make sure I saw, she opened her legs wider and pulled her sundress to her upper thigh so that it was barely covering her panties. I could not believe it! She was signaling for me to do the same thing to her that she was doing to me! After all these years of obsessing over her, of my licking and sniffing of her panties just so I could have some experience of what her pussy must be like, I was being invited to touch it for real. This was the fulfillment of a fantasy that was beyond anything I had ever dared hope for. III: A dream comes true At Victoria's explicit signal, I placed my right hand (she was seated to my right) gently on her left knee. I paused one last moment, in case I was still somehow getting this all wrong, and then moved my hand off her knee and placed my fingertips on the inside of her thigh. A quiet exhalation of breath came from her, and I delicately, slowly, allowed my fingers to travel upwards. I reached in and was now under her sun dress. The bare skin of her inner thigh was so smooth and soft that I was nearly delirious from the pleasure of touching her so intimately. Meanwhile, her left hand continued on its slow upward journey on my right leg. Fortunately, I was wearing pants made of a very thin material, so that although I was not bare legged like her, I was feeling the pleasure of her touch. Although at that moment it occurred to me that I'd have loved being a Scotsman wearing kilts with nothing underneath! We both kept our eyes on the movie screen while keeping up the respective journeys of our hands. Without saying a word, we coordinated our movements so that we would hit the goal at exactly the same moment. A very sexy nude scene was playing on the screen, and our fingers had now reached all the way to the top of each others' thighs. My fingers were making contact with the leg band of her panties, and I could actually feel the heat emanating from her pussy. At that moment we both turned and looked each other deeply in the eyes. We smiled at each other, and then made the final move: she placed her fingers right on my rock hard shaft, encircling around it in a loose grasp, while I lightly touched the crotch of her panties with my middle finger so that I could feel her vaginal lips. I rocked my finger from side to side, over the bulging labia and back again to the middle crevice. The entire crotch area was sopping wet, almost as if she had peed on herself. Gently I pressed that middle finger firmly into the panties, working that finger slowly between her labia, which were well-defined through all that natural lubricant and tight fit, and then began to travel up and down slowly along the divide, from the vaginal opening up to the clitoral hood. I could feel her whole body tense up in expectation, and I began to press a bit harder to begin to enter her hole. I pushed in with my finger, forcing her panties inside her, and my finger fully in up to my first knuckle. I swirled that around a little, thrilled at feeling the walls of her wet vagina through her silky panties. Slowly pulling my finger out, I brought it back up to the top, pushed up on her clitoral hood, and felt her erect clitoris, which freed from the hood now was sticking out a good quarter of an inch. Victoria gasped, and I began to slowly make circles over her slippery panties around her clit, which seemed to be literally pulsating with electric energy while it was growing harder and more erect. In my wildest dreams, I had never believed it possible that this gorgeous young woman less than half my age that I had secretly fantasized about for years, who as my step-daughter was so taboo, would one amazing day allow me to touch her most intimate areas. While this was going on, Victoria had her hand around my shaft, but with my pants and jockey shorts between her hand and my cock, she could not provide the same degree of sensation that I was giving her through her panties. Realizing I must have wanted more, and knowing we were alone in the theater, she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "Do you want me to take it out?" Without even waiting for my answer, she deftly loosened my belt, unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, and tugged at my pants and underwear. With a little cooperation from me, they were soon at my knees and she had my bare cock grasped in her hand. Slowly she began jerking me off in earnest, stroking the entire length of my shaft, and pausing at times to rub her thumb along my cockhead. She seemed to instinctively know just what felt best, very gradually accelerating her pumping action. The sensations of pleasure were just unbelievable, but I was still not sure I would be able to reach an orgasm— I always had found it a little difficult to cum from a hand job or blow job. Victoria might have sensed this, and she must really have wanted to get me off together with her, because she did something so uninhibited, so hot, that I literally could not believe my eyes. She took my hand momentarily away from her pussy, reached under her dress, and pulled her panties down to her ankles— which allowed me to see even in the dim theater light how soaked the entire front was. She hiked up her dress all the way so that her pussy was now completely exposed. I observed that she was neatly shaved all the way up to the bikini line, and that her now swollen labia were perfectly symmetrical and delicately formed like a perfect flower. Irresistible Taboo She opened her legs wide and took first two, and then three of her fingers, pushed them up her vagina all the way, and swirled them around for a while. It made an incredible slurping sound from how wet she was inside. When she took her fingers out, they were glistening and thickly coated with her own translucent juices. She reached her hand back over to me and smeared the natural lubricant on my rigid cock. I just looked on dumbfounded, and then to my amazement she reached into herself again and repeated the act, digging even more deeply into herself. I was treated again to that sloppy sucking sound as she did this four or five more times, each time her fingers coming up with a pretty copious glob of her nectar. When she was done my entire cock, from head to balls, was glistening with the thick slippery coating. I looked at her speechlessly after she had completed this incredibly uninhibited act. In all my life I had never experienced something so free, so sexy from any woman, no less a very young woman who was anything but slutty in appearance and manner and not all that experienced. Sensing my amazement, she turned to me with a bit of a devilish smile and said, "In case you are wondering, I've never done that before. But I'm so-o-o wet, and it seemed a shame to waste it." She turned a little red and giggled from her own surprise and embarrassment at what she had just said out loud. Victoria began pumping me again, this time slipping easily over my well-lubricated skin. Her hand felt like a tight wet pussy, and it was just incredible. If I were younger, I would have shot my load instantly from this stimulation, but fortunately my age and experience allowed me to hold on somehow. I knew that I was going to cum— I just wanted us to cum together at the same moment. I placed my hand on her now bare pussy, and she opened her legs wider to give me full access. I traveled as slow as I could to tease her, brushing lightly over her labia, back up to the clitoris, making circles around her clit, and going back down to her vaginal opening, dipping in to wet my fingers, repeating this and gradually increasing the pressure and speed. Victoria dug the fingernails of her free hand into my back, making her pleasure clear, and then opened her legs as wide as she could, letting me know she wanted to be deeply finger fucked, that she needed her soaking pussy to be filled. I obliged, first with one finger, then with two, and finally with three. The walls of her vaginal canal felt so smooth, very tight but easy to enter from all her self-made lubricant. It made that slurping sound happen again as I steadily accelerated the speed of my three-fingered fucking, going as deep as I could. The wonderful smell of her sexual arousal permeated the air. She scratched her fingernails hard into my skin—under normal circumstances it would have hurt, but it only increased my pleasure—and her breathing was become rapider and rapider. Sounds alternating between groaning and gasping came from her throat, and I knew she was about to cum. Her cunt seemed to be buzzing, emitting its own energy field around my fingers. She was going faster on my cock at the same time, and I knew I was about to explode too. I took my free hand and put it down the front of her sundress, pulling her breasts out of the sheer bra. They were such perfect hemispheres, perfectly lifted up on their own, that I don't even know why she bothered wearing a bra. Her surprisingly large aureoles were tan, and her nipples were pointing out a good half inch (maybe that's the only reason she wore a bra, out of modestly not wanting to show her pointy nipples on the street). As a final act to push her over the edge, I rolled her right nipple between thumb and forefinger. She leaned into me, and I heard the words I wanted so much to hear: "Oh God, I'm going to cum right now. Don't stop, don't stop." I pulled my pumping fingers out of her pussy one last time, and then ever so slowly, teasingly, pushed them back in a fraction of an inch at a time, eventually going so deep that I must have been touching her uterus. And then I started to feel powerful contractions gripping my fingers—as Victoria involuntarily moaned and shook, her pussy muscles flexed over and over for what seemed like minutes. That did it for me, too. A huge orgasm came from my entire body, and I began spurting semen everywhere: on her hand, on the floor, on my pants, and on the back of the seat in front of me. It's as if we were both transported to another dimension of pure pleasure. After a very long while, her contractions began to ease up, I stopped shooting cum, and we started to recover, not saying a word, our hands still in contact with each other's genitals. After a minute of silence, as our breathing returned to normal, we turned to face each other, and Victoria, her eyes wide open with a look of disbelief, mouthed the words, "Oh—my—God!" That seemed to say it all. Finally we pulled away our hands. I pulled up my pants (after doing a little wiping with a handkerchief), and she tucked her breasts back into her bra and dress, and picked up her wet panties and tucked them into her shoulder bag. We started to watch the movie again in silence for about five minutes, when Victoria turned to me and, to my disbelief, whispered with a little giggle, "I want have another one. Do you?" Well, it would be pretty unlikely for a man of my age to have two orgasms right on top of each other even with chemical assistance, but I sure wanted to see her to have another one, and I knew just how I wanted it to happen. I said, "I don't want you to worry about me. I want to make you cum again, but this time, I want to taste you." She exhibited a look of surprise and delighted anticipation and said, "No guy has ever done that. Only one girl in school when I was trying that, and I loved it, but I really am straight. My college boyfriend wasn't into it even after I asked him point blank. Actually, I was afraid that maybe I tasted bad down there." I laughed and replied, "Trust me, you do not taste bad," greedily licking my fingers to show her and remind myself how delicious she was. I got off my seat, got down on my knees in front of her, and pulled up her dress as she opened her legs again. There was definitely a bit more musky odor to her after just cumming so strongly than I recalled from the days of my furtive panty-sniffing. But that musk only heightened my desire to put my mouth on her sex. I began licking, again going around the labia, swirling my tongue around her fully erect engorged clitoris, and then going down into the hole and inserting my tongue all the way into it. The ecstatic effect on me was stronger than any drug could ever be. My tongue was buried in the cunt of this young beautiful woman who I had lusted for all these years, and I couldn't get enough of her, greedily lapping her, smelling her, drinking her, sucking on her genital lips and folds, hungrily bringing her sweet fluids into my mouth and down my throat, taking in the entire sensory experience and wanting it to last forever. I have performed cunnilingus on a fair number of women, and always enjoyed it, but this was different. I had a wild craving that all my senses—taste, touch, olfactory, visual, even hearing the sounds of my eating her—only amplified, making me want her more the more I pleasured her. But though I felt as if I could keep going down on her for all eternity, I also sensed that it wasn't going to take that long for her to cum. With my two thumbs I pulled apart her labia minora as wide as possible so that I could actually see into her vaginal opening up into her pink tunnel. Gasping with shocked pleasure at being so completely exposed, she gripped my hair with both her hands, pulled my head hard against her cunt, and ground her hips into my mouth and nose as if she were crazedly trying to take my entire head inside of her pussy. And if I could have, I would have! While keeping her fully open with my thumbs, I took my right index finger and pulled up on her clitoral hood to completely uncover her erect clit, glistening white like a pearl, enlarged to what must have been several times its normal size, and began lapping it with the tip of my tongue as fast as I could. At the same time I put three fingers of my left hand together, pushed them all the way up her pussy, and curved my fingers up to stimulate her G spot. That last move pushed her over the edge and she screamed, "Oh Peter, you're going to make me cum again. Oh, Jesus!" Pulling my left hand out of her cunt, I replaced it again with my tongue, sticking it as far up her canal as it could possibly go as my thumbs held her wide open, while continuing clit stimulation with my finger. She was gasping for air, and then let out a long guttural moan, "oooh—aahhh—oh FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!" The powerful contractions of her vaginal muscles began again, each contraction squeezing my tongue while ejaculating out even more of her cream. I licked up her delicious nectar as fast as I could, savoring its taste, and swallowing it down. My lips, nose and chin were covered with her sex juice, and I loved it. I got off my knees, and we both sat back down in stunned silence. After a while Victoria reached into her bag to retrieve her panties and slipped them back on, although I could see they were still sopping wet. We just sat there in wonderment at what had transpired. I put my hand, coated with drying pussy juice, over her hand, coated with drying semen. We noticed the movie was now over, and people had begun coming in for the next showing. It seems we had finished our outrageous acts just in time! We got up to leave, and Victoria looked down and saw that the velvet material of her seat was darkly stained with her excretions. She looked at me as if she thought she needed to do something about that. Knowing what she was thinking, I said, "Whoever sits there is in for a treat. They should consider themselves very lucky, but not as lucky as me." Victoria laughed and we headed for the aisle. We left the theater wordlessly, and once on the street we both looked at each other seriously. We had the same thought, and we both said it: as great—and great seems like much too mild a word— as it was, we could never do that again, or should even speak about it. Neither of us would want to cause the devastation and sense of betrayal that her mother would feel if she ever found out, and I did not want to risk destroying a good relationship. And Victoria did love her mother and would never want to hurt her. With that clear understanding, we returned home. IV: Afterword (the present) And up to the present, we have kept that understanding. Several years after the events of this story Joan and I finally married, and the year after that Victoria met and later married a good man. I like Victoria's husband very much, though I retain a certain jealousy, which I keep to myself, that he gets to dip his dick into that sweet, tight, and very wet (when excited) pussy on a regular basis. They have produced two children, a girl and a boy, who I love dearly. Victoria and I have kept up a wonderful relationship now that I am officially her step-father. Though we never spoke again of what we did, occasionally when we were together and no one was looking we would exchange a little sly look. But Victoria never deliberately teased me again, although she did let me see her perfect breasts when she was nursing the babies (of course they were much bigger from the milk—easily a C cup). It wasn't exactly sexual, but the sight of those babies sucking on those beautiful tan nipples while she lay back on the couch with her eyes closed and a contented smile on her face was wonderful to behold. Interestingly, Victoria never nursed in front of me if Joan was there—she became more modest in her mother's presence. It made me think that maybe she was getting a little exhibitionist pleasure showing off her breasts, nursing or not. But that's as far as things got—until just this past week. I had to go over to Victoria's home to fix a lock on her bathroom door (her husband is not very handy, but I kind of like doing stereotypically "male" things for Victoria.) It was just the two of us there—her husband was away, and the kids were both napping upstairs. After I was done with the lock, she asked if I would like a glass of wine, and I said yes. She poured both of us a large glass, while we chatted, and when we had emptied those she immediately poured us two more glasses without even asking me. Suddenly Victoria got quiet for a second, as if she were weighing whether to say something or not, and then just came out and softly asked, "Do you ever think about that day?" She did not have to clarify what day she meant! I did not hesitate and answered yes, I thought about it all the time. To my surprise she responded that she too thinks about it very frequently, but she's always tried to repress it somewhat. But she quickly added, "But I've never been sorry that it happened. It was really unbelievable, wasn't it?" And I agreed with that too, which seemed to give her a sense of relief. She paused another few seconds and then, to my even greater surprise, she came out and asked, "Have you ever thought something like that could happen again between us?" I hesitated a bit, and then answered, "I don't know, but I do know that you can never say never." Victoria grinned when I said this, but I did not sense that she was signaling me to make some kind of move, and, though her question excited me, I did not want to do anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. After all, her question was only theoretical, not an outright invitation. Changing the subject, we talked more at length, speaking very closely and intimately, really sharing our feelings more than usual. We had a third glass of wine, but then it was time for me to go. I got up and Victoria walked me to her front door. I bent to give her my normal paternally chaste kiss goodbye, expecting as usual that she would turn her head to offer me her cheek. But this time she did not turn her head. She met my lips directly with her lips. They were so pliant, soft, and yielding, and we just let our lips stay pressed together for what was probably under ten seconds, but seemed like an eternity in paradise. Victoria let her mouth open slightly and I responded, not with passionate French kissing, but just relishing the sensation of the openness of our mouths holding together. Her breath was sweet and warm, her mouth deliciously moist and soft. Our tongues touched, almost by accident, and we just let them stay together in sensual contact, not aggressive, until we finally broke the kiss a few seconds later. As I finally started walking out the door, my heart beating in my chest, my dick fully erect from this sensual contact, Victoria leaned in to me with a bit of a sly smile on her face and half-whispered in my ear, "Like you said, never say never." THE END