3 comments/ 51021 views/ 11 favorites Movie Night Ch. 01 By: forever_endeavor999 "Why won't she answer her phone?" I closed my cell phone and sighed, laying back down on my bed with my hands behind my head. Terra and I had been talking for a few months now. Most of our time was spend on the phone, but we did see each other quite often. As I lay in my bed on top of the sheets, all I could think about was her beautiful eyes, big soft lips, and silky caramel skin. I missed her lips on mine. Unfortunately, we never shared anything more than a sweet, soft kiss…but even that was the greatest feeling for me. I blushed to myself as I looked down. The image of Terra in my mind had awakened my south pole. I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. I lowered my pants, and having not worn boxers in years, all was there to see. I admired my skilled job in shaving my pubic area for a bit. My dick got even harder in the cool air. I thought of Terra and slowly began to stroke the shaft of my hard dick. I imagined her caramel lips wrapped lightly around my white throbbing shaft as it warmed her mouth. My stroke patterns got a bit faster as I now imagined her soaked pussy lips engulfing me, sliding up and down my love tool. Just as soon as I was caught in the moment, the door bell rang. I looked around and came back to reality. "Shit!" I cried out. I thought and quickly stuffed the hard eight inches back into my pants. I tried to wait for it to go soft, yet the bell sounded once again. "Just a minute!" I hurried to the door and flung it open, pissed…I was so close to having one of the biggest orgasms of my life. My face must have turned from every emotion possible as the door revealed the intrusive ringer. From anger to shock to happiness to confusion…I smiled in the confused state. "Terra..wa..what are you doing here?" There before me stood the obsession of my dreams in all her glory. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, here sweet lips puckered a bit and evenly glossed (just the way I liked them). Her outfit was so enticing, a black tube top that formed into a skirt, very short so I could see her thick, caramel thighs very clearly. Also, she wore a black, lacey shall over her shoulders. Our eyes met and she smirked. "Can I come in or are you just going to stare all night?" She giggled and waved a DVD in her hand, as if answering to my previous, stuttered question. I led her in and we went to the living room and sat and talked a little bit. It had been almost two weeks since we last hung out, she had been really busy with her job. I had been pretty busy with my odd job schedule, but would always find time for her, or at least keep my options open. I was just so glad to see her again; this was only her second time being in my house. "So anyway," she broke our casual conversation, "I wasn't sure what type of movies you like, but this one I have wanted to see for so long and I've heard it was really good." She proceeded to the DVD player. The title was Passion of the Tides. It was a romantic pirate movie, which was odd to me. I didn't really care, I just loved having her close to me. She'd look at me every now and then, I'm not sure if it was to adore me, or wonder if I truly liked this movie…I didn't, but I'd watch it for her. I would also glance at her often when she would be glued to the screen. She was so beautiful, I just couldn't stop telling myself that. She laid her head on my shoulder and sat close to me. I liked this contact a lot and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her soft arm as we watched the movie. She removed her shall for me and I continued to stroke her sweet, soft skin. I kissed her head and she made a soft "awe, that's so cute" sound, though those weren't the exact words. During a 'boring' part of the movie (it was all pretty boring to me) I went and got us some drinks. Nothing to get us drunk, just figured I'd be a good host. As the movie went on, I began to be a little braver, rubbing her soft legs, keeping my eyes on the movie as I did so. Her legs were incredibly soft, even more so than her arms. I wondered what type of soap or lotion she used. Whatever it was, I loved it, it felt like the sweetest ebony silk along my fingertips. I gave her neck a sweet kiss and she let out a sigh of pleasure. "That's not nice," she whispered, "You know that's one of my spots, Andrew." She often liked to tease me with her sexy voice. We never took it far or anything though, and this was the first time she let me continue to kiss and bite her neck. We talked about our fetishes and 'little spots' often, but never experimented on each other with them. I bite a little harder, knowing she liked the pain. She let out a quiet moan and her head tilted backwards as her lips parted. I slowly glided my fingertips up her thigh more. It was so warm between her legs, I wanted to go further, but stayed around that same area, stroking up and down and back and forth slowly. Her legs parted, I wasn't sure if she did that on purpose or if it was just a reaction, but I decided to go a little higher. I was surprised…she wasn't wearing any underwear. I could feel a fold of her pussy against my hand, and I began to rub the innermost of her thigh, so close to her pussy, just teasing her whole while. Her sweet skin in my mouth was that of the sweetest candy as I continued to suck and bite her neck. "Oh Andrew…" escaped from her lips. Her legs spreading more in response to my gentle touch; she tried to move her hips to make contact with my hand, but I continued to tease. I now drug my fingertips along her pubic area, down to her clit, but splitting my fingers in a V-shape, only rubbing her outermost pussy lips, and even those were soaked. She turned her head and kissed me, much more passionately than we had ever kissed. Her lips seemed even softer, and I happily obliged to return the kiss, sucking on her bottom lip, and then taking her sweet tongue into my mouth. Her hips grinded lightly, and I finally slid a finger up and down her pussy. She was so wet my middle finger almost slid directly into her, but I wanted her to wait, and beg for that. I moved only my finger, like small worm, wiggling in slow motion almost up and down, parting her lips with each up and down stroke. Our kisses continued, and finally she broke the kiss; she looked me deep into my eyes, passion, lust, and love-filled. "Please Andrew" she said in almost a whisper and a moan as she thrust forward with her hips. I kissed her again and at last slide my middle finger deep inside her soaking caramel pussy. It was like the flame of a fuse finally getting to the firecracker. She exploded in moans, tighter than I thought, and much more wet. Her incredible juices were flowing down into my palm as my finger explored her insides, rubbing her g-spot and ever other crevasse I could find. I brought my thumb up to gently rub and tease her clit, getting under the hood a bit and rubbing her soft, now pink bubble. It felt so good to be inside her, even if it was only a right hand. I hadn't noticed she slide the tube top off, revealing her massive brown breasts, her nipples standing very erect, the areola had to be 2 inches in diameter. I leaned down and took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking sweetly, loving how they felt in my mouth. "You taste so sweet baby," I had to comment as her nipple re-entered my warm, wanting mouth. I sucked hard, then soft, then only twirled my tongue around her nipple, my free hand massaging her dormant breast at the time. "Mmm, just wait until you taste more of me, sweetie," She moaned, keeping her eyes closed. I could hardly wait. End Part One….. Movie Night Ch. 01 I pick you up from your apartment after weeks of being apart, you are dressed in a black skirt and a tank top showing off all your nice curves and great cleavage. I know from our game of truth and dare, that you are wearing a sexy matching underwear set I had you buy for me and have yet to see. As you walk towards the car, I think to myself, "mmmmm I can't wait to find out what how good it looks on you." We head to the movies just like its any other normal night out for us. However, I'm sure we both have a feeling that it will be far from normal, and know that the other is feeling the same way. We get to the theater and park. We walk in, get our tickets and walk hand in hand to our seats. We sit down up high in the theater and where no one is around or can easily see us. As the movie starts a couple sits down kinda close to us one level down, and I turn to give you a kiss and squeeze your thigh. During the movie we do our normal thing of holding hands, kissing and you rubbing my legs as I caress your thighs. Halfway through the movie I adjust and lean back just to relax a little. At this you decide to make your move. You have been so horny from not being able to be with me for three weeks. You can already feel your wetness growing. You adjust yourself and start running your hands up and down my left thigh moving my cargo shorts as you do exposing the legs you just adore. You think to yourself, "I wonder if my boy is wearing anything underneath these shorts." The image of me not, turns you on even more. You decide to find out just how your man is dressed tonight. You slide your hand up my shorts and you find, nothing, just my smoothly shaved balls and semi erect cock. You feel it twitch as you run your nails up the inside of my thighs to my balls. At this I just let my head fall back against the seat and slide down so you can have easier access to me. You turn and look at me and can tell I love every touch you give me. I close my eyes as you wrap your hand around my pulsing cock as it starts to grow. You just love feeling me grow. Knowing that you can turn your man on makes you even hornier and you can tell the sexy underwear is starting to get wet from your juices. You continue to stroke me and play with my balls and I let out a little moan mistakenly forgetting where we are from the magic you are working on my cock. At my moan, the couple in front of us look back and wonders what is going on. Its dark but the light from the movie might just give them enough of a view to figure out what's going on. You see this but you don't even think about stopping as you can tell I'm loving every second of it. They turn back around and you decide to get more daring and you tell me to sit up and turn away from you a little so you are behind me and a little to the left. You undo my belt, unbutton my shorts and zip them down a little till my shorts are barely hiding my now rock hard cock. You reach your hand into my shorts and grab a hold of my balls and squeeze them firm but not too hard and bite on my neck. You can tell I'm loving it and you sit back a little and start to stroke me again. You run your hand up and down my shaft, as you twist your fingers around it as you go. You notice that the head of my cock has some pre-cum on in from all the great attention you have been giving it. You take a finger and rub the pre-cum around the tip of my cock getting it all wet and slick. You feel my cock twitch as you touch the underside of my head. I turn and give you a deep kiss and whisper in your that I'm going to cum soon if you keep this up. you whisper back to mine, "mmmmmmmmm, that's just what I want baby." With that you go into overdrive, stroking my cock and squeezing it firmly. You can tell by the way my cock is twitching and the look on my face that I'm going to cum soon. You cover the tip of my cock with your other hand so I don't shoot all over as you pump faster. I squeeze your thigh to let you know I'm going to cum any second, and just at that moment the couple looks confusedly back at us again trying to figure out if we were doing anything and you catch them watching. You whisper in my ear as you continue to stroke me faster and faster. I look over and at the second I see them looking, I cum. You keep pumping away as I explode all over your hands, and myself. It drips down my balls and the inside of my legs as you think about how good it feels when I cum inside you and I can't move because it's so intense. You love getting me off, and seeing me in such a state of pleasure makes you dripping wet. The couple turns back away from us as you continue to roll my cock around in your hands covered in my cum. The feeling is so intense and you can tell I am loving it. You can feel that all of my cock and balls are covered with my cum as well. You button me back up, clean yourself up and tell me that I have to sit all messy for the rest of the movie. "Don't even think about doing anything to me," you say. You tell me, "You know how wet you feel down there, well that's how wet I am right now." With that you can tell I want to feel how wet you are, but like a good boy, we just cuddle the rest of the movie. We both have an idea of what's going to happen afterwards. End of part 1. Movie Night Ch. 01 (MFM, public, based on a real event but embellished) - Mr & Ms Screwloose Movie Night Ch. 01 For the reader: Be forewarned that this story presents a subject that is considered risqué in most circles. If you are not prepared to read about consensual incest (maybe not technically but at least socially) between step-father and step-daughter please move on to a different story. The story is one of fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. Chapter 1 of the story starts off quite slowly and is written to "set-the-stage" and give the reader a sense of imagining and understanding as if they were almost there themselves. Although it is sexual in nature, there is no sex in this installment of the tale. The story is truly designed to be read in entirety and is mainly broken up into chapters to provide an easier reading experience. This is the first story that I have ever written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have. * I married my wife when my step-daughter was only four years old and have raised her ever since. As such, we have always been quite close, with her feeling comfortable confiding in me or my teaching her life's little lessons. She has always been a smart girl for her age so as she grew up, I never needed to worry about her understanding of the changes to her physiology or the "birds and the bees" that my wife and I had taught her about but in other ways she could be quite innocent about the ways of the world. As she developed in her teenage years, this is what concerned me the most. She has matured into a very pretty young woman, standing about 5'6" with an average weight, straight sandy-blonde hair cut to her shoulder blades, and firm young breasts filling a B-cup nicely. Her birthday was in the fall, just after the age cut off for school admission and she was now a senior in high school and had recently turned 18 years old. I tried the best that I could to prepare her to make the right choices and not feel pressured by the typical teenage boy's libido; this was going to come back around... Our family was pretty open about most things. My wife and I had taught the kids about responsible alcohol use, anatomy, and sex among other things starting at an early age and didn't believe in hiding information from them. We also had a pretty open household that respected privacy but wasn't overly modest; we didn't run around the house nude but it wasn't uncommon to see someone walk across the hall from bathroom to bedroom in their underwear or with only a towel wrapped around them. Likewise, lounging in pajamas or a nightshirt was normal, especially on our family's weekly "movie night." Due to the closeness that we shared, it was fairly routine while she was growing up for the two of us to share physical contact, almost nightly hugs goodnight, taking care of her ailments (cuts, slivers, etc.), goofing around and tickling her, or curled up on the couch together while watching a movie...it was on one of these nights that things slowly started to change. We were on the couch watching a movie, essentially spooned, with a blanket over us and her mom and brothers in the same room watching as well. As any of you who have ever lain down like this can attest to, most couches can be a little bit narrow for two adults to be like this without the one in front being right at the edge. We were no different and to keep from falling off, I had my arm over her across her torso and she was snuggled fairly close to me to help keep her on the couch. This night started out no differently than many others before it but none have seemed the same since. About halfway through the movie, which had already had a few sensual scenes despite being PG-13, one scene gave her a mild startle causing her to back up into me a little further. I didn't even give it a second thought when she remained like that after the initial shock had subsided. A few moments later I felt an almost imperceptible movement of her hips grinding on me a little, but since I had never had any untoward thoughts about her before, assumed that it was just her trying to get more comfortable again. This fidgeting continued every now and then for the rest of the movie and the physical contact with my groin threatened to cause an erection but, since I assumed that this was completely innocent, never became anything more than a slight swelling that I hoped had not been noticed. This had never happened before and I assumed, was completely innocent. Over the next few weeks, everything remained normal between us except that similar contact was happening more routinely on movie nights and on one occasion she clutched my arm a little bit and after she relaxed I realized that my hand was actually in contact with the underside of one of her breasts. There was a part of me that felt as if I should talk to her about all of this but I ended up dismissing it thinking that it was still innocent. I didn't want to highlight the occurrences and make her think that I was some sort of lech lusting after her when she didn't even realize that it was happening (I assumed). As far as I knew, she was still an innocent girl in the ways of love. This had been going on for a little over a month and was still easily written off as innocent when things started to heat up a little more. My mindset, however, still was focused on my step-daughter's innocence and dismissed even this new development. One evening I was curled up, as usual, on the couch with my step-daughter while having family movie night. She was lying on her side in front of me with my arm around her waist to keep her from falling off the couch and her arm over mine but straight down her side. She had rubbed up against my groin a few times as had been becoming the norm and once again the physical contact had caused my penis to slightly engorge although was still far from a full-blown hard on. Suddenly, she seemed to get a bit uncomfortable on her side and rolled partially onto her back while still allowing her to watch the movie. This movement did two things...it brought her arm that had been on top between us and put her in a more precarious position to slide of the couch. Without even thinking I snugged in on her waist a little more to keep her from sliding off and this brought her hand right against my penis. There wasn't really much that I could do to prevent this but I assumed that she might move her arm on top of her since it seemed it would be a more comfortable position anyway. I couldn't have been more wrong...she left her hand right where it had made contact and shifted her body a little more onto the couch making the contact between us firmer. I continued to assume that she was merely oblivious to what part of me she was touching but keeping from getting hard was becoming difficult, especially when she would occasionally move around a little effectively using the back of her hand to rub my penis. The night passed without further incident but once again, my mind was struggling with whether to say anything and risk offending her. I chose to remain silent but deep in my mind I think that I was beginning to wonder if this was "accidental" or if there was more to this. The next week's movie night passed without too much incident although the earlier "butt rubbing" seemed a little bit more pronounced. The following week though was much different...I not only ended up back in contact with her hand but virtually ended up cupping one of her breasts. This time as she rolled over, my step-daughter also slid down a bit, presumably to position her head better on the cushion of the couch and be more comfortable for her. When she did so, it ended up bringing my hand, which had been resting lightly on her lower ribs, straight up into her right breast, almost cupping it as I said. Despite my fatherly role for the past fourteen years, I must admit that it felt nice. The size of her breast was a perfect handful and her youthful firmness kept them almost upright even though she was virtually on her back. I wasn't entirely sure from where my hand was positioned but I didn't think that she was wearing a bra. Enjoying the feelings of both her hand in my groin and her breast in my hand a little too much, I allowed myself to linger a little before feigning to scratch an itch on my thigh and then returned my hand around her abdomen near her ribs. Unfortunately, I didn't realize when I made that move that there would also be another effect... As I moved my arm down to "scratch" my thigh, it pressed my penis further against her hand while at the same time shifting it more toward her palm instead of the back of her hand. I wasn't sure if it was caused by my own movement, but it almost felt like she gave a little squeeze. We exchanged a quick glance and I noticed no sign of recognition on her face at all. For the next 15-20 minutes she left her hand just like that, almost cradling my semi-flaccid penis while I tried not to think about it, lest it grow even harder. That weekend, since the kids were on a school break, we had decided to have a marathon movie weekend watching a trilogy of movies, one each night so it was only one night later before my step-daughter was cuddled with me on the couch. This night, she had come down to watch the movie in her pajamas which, as mentioned earlier was fairly normal for our household. Her selection this night consisted of a pair of capri-length flannel pajama bottoms that sat low on her hips with a pastel orange tank top shirt. There were no visible bra straps under the tank top and it was short enough that her belly button was routinely exposed as she moved around while we were preparing for that night's feature. For the first half of the movie, she squirmed around a lot, sometimes rubbing, sometimes not, but just generally seeming a little restless. Suddenly, she jolted at an unexpected scene in the movie, pulling in tightly to me as had happened before but this time was a little different. When this happened she had been holding the back of my hand in hers while it was flat against her hip right around the waistline of the pajama bottoms. When startled, she pulled my hand up to her chest in a start and I suddenly realized that I was completely holding her breast. Her squirming around had caused the tank top to ride up quite a bit and almost everything that was in my hand was bare skin. She not only didn't seem alarmed by this but continued to hold my hand right where it was for another five minutes until she relaxed her grip a little bit. Holding her bare breast like I was, was having quite an effect on me and it was taking a lot of effort for me not to have a full blown hard-on poking against her ass that was tightly pressed against me. As she finally relaxed, I started to withdraw my hand a little and ended up getting another surprise. The path of "escape" for my hand brought my fingers directly across and in contact with her erect nipple. I was not only surprised (and slightly aroused) by this contact but also the very quiet sigh that escaped my step-daughter's lips as it happened. I barely remember the rest of the movie because it was taking a lot to keep from becoming fully aroused with her pressed up against me. At the time I was still quite concerned with the thought of freaking her out if she felt a hard penis pressed against her. The final night of the trilogy was no better for me. She showed up in similar attire and snuggled up against me right away. Once again she turned onto her back and had one hand pressed against me directly over my crotch. She stayed this way for about 20 minutes without any movement by the hand so I had almost forgotten that it was there and was thoroughly engrossed in watching the movie. Suddenly, I felt her other hand grab my hand under the blanket and pull it toward her sliding it right under her shirt and cupping her breast. This time it did not appear to be an "accident" but rather a very purposeful positioning by her. I could feel her nipple hardening against the palm of my hand and was trying very hard not to imagine the sight of her breasts or the way I thought her nipples looked based on what I was feeling. Try as I might, it was completely in vain and I could think of almost nothing but, which, in turn, caused my erection to grow quite considerably. Still in shock, I looked at my step-daughter only to receive a slight grin from her as she returned her eyes to the movie, followed by a firm squeeze of my penis. Unlike before, there was no mistaking this for anything else...although through my pants, she knowingly held my penis in her hand and appeared to be enjoying it. Movie Night Ch. 02 Movie Night II: the Return I ended up kissing John all the way up the stairs, with Drew behind us, fingering me under my skirt. I was tempted to just lie down there on the stairs and let whichever one was closer take me right there, but they kept pulling and prodding me along in my state of near-orgasmic bliss until finally we got safely inside John's room with the door closed. I collapsed on the bed, legs wide and my skirt pushed up my thighs, and Drew took of my blouse while John pushed his head down into my pussy and gave my clit the licking it had been craving. While Drew sucked and pinched my nipples, John lapped along my soaking slit, alternately nibbling on my clit and fucking me with his tongue. I was moaning and trying not to scream out my pleasure while at the same time begging one of them, both of them, someone to fuck me. They both stopped their attentions to me at the same time, making me mewl with discontent, but my pussy kept spasming, my nipples stayed rock hard, and my vision cleared enough that I could watch them get undressed. God, they were both so hot. Maybe later I'd think to wonder why they wanted me, but for now I was content to just let it all happen. Once naked, they came back to the bed to lie down on either side of me, each taking a breast in his mouth and moving a hand down to stroke my pussy. The desire that I'd thought had calmed down rose up in me even stronger, and soon I was fucking up at their fingers and telling them how much I loved the way their mouths felt on my tits and their fingers in my hot, wet pussy. John rolled onto his back, bringing me over on top of him, and Drew took John's cock and slid it inside me. Finally, I was full and it felt so fucking good. I just sat there for a moment, impaled on John's cock and revelling in the way it stretched me around him. Then Drew came up behind me, and I could feel his cock against my ass and his hands on my breasts, and I had to start fucking. I pushed my ass back at Drew with every stroke and held his hands close against my breasts, my eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on my face. All sorts of things were spewing from my mouth from telling them how hard I was cumming to begging for even more. Then I suddenly found myself asking Drew to fuck my ass. The boys actually paused for a split-second to process what I'd just said, and I found myself blushing bright red, but so turned on that I just said it again. I brought Drew around in front of me to suck his cock and get it nice and wet so that it could slip into my ass, and John surprised me by leaning up and taking a few licks himself. I was definitely going to have to ask these boys some questions later. Between us, John and I soon had Drew's cock dripping in our saliva, and then he moved back around me. I was expecting to feel his cock right away, but instead I felt his tongue, bathing my ass with his spit as extra lubricant. I came again when it slipped inside me briefly, and John was hard-pressed not to follow suit. Drew assessed the situation and realised that the quicker he got in me, the better for all concerned, and so he pressed his cockhead against my ass. I relaxed as much as I could and he moved slowly, and soon the head was in. We all stopped moving at that point so that I could get used to it, and soon I was able to push back at him a bit and get some more in me. The boys were both groaning about how hot and tight I was, and I was in a multi-orgasmic haze from having so much cock in me. We fucked in a steady rhythm, all moaning and swearing and gasping at the sensations, and then John leaned up and took a nipple into his mouth, and Drew gave my ass a little swat and I was cumming so hard around them that neither of them could hold on. After they came, they stroked a few more times, getting the last of their loads inside me, and we all fell into a heap on the bed. I could feel the cum seeping out of me and onto the bed, and I wondered what John's mother would think when she washed the sheets. That's the last thing that passed through my mind before I fell into a blissful sleep. Movie Night Ch. 02 Author's Note: This story is Chapter 2 to my story, Movie Night . If you have not yet read Movie Night, please do so before reading this.Otherwise this story will may be hard to undestand. Thanks. Kisses; SluttyKim The following day was Saturday. Chris woke in her bed and lay there thinking of the previous nights events. She was embarrassed and angry with herself for turning into such a slut with Mike and cheating on her fiance Joe. She thought of how she had let Mike cum in her fertile unprotected pussy; let him, hell she had begged him to. Then there was the disc. A vivid account of her exploits. If Joe ever saw it all was lost. Chris got out of bed and drew herself a warm bubble bath. She needed one to soothe her aching pussy and ass. While the tub filled , she stood in the full length mirror and began brushing her long black hair. It was then that she noticed her engagement ring was missing. At first she panicked thinking she might have lost it. Then she remembered setting it back down on the coffee table. She had rushed out and forgotten it. The young, sexy girl climbed into the tub and settled into the warm water. The bubble bath was a soothing combination of lavender and aloe. Soothing was exactly what she needed; lavender for her senses and aloe for her skin. Her pussy and ass were both tender from the pounding they received from Mike's over sized cock. Her senses were nothing less than frazzled. As Chris laid in the tub enjoying the relaxing effects of the warm water and the scent of the bath oil, she began to think. The first thing she needed to do was retrieve her ring, no matter what the cost. Today was Saturday and Joe wouldn't be home till this coming Wednesday. That gave her plenty of time to get it back. If Joe came home early she would simply tell him that she took the ring to a jeweler because the stone had become loose. She realized she would have to go back down to Mike's apartment to retrieve it. Chris knew what that meant. He would want her again and she had no choice but to allow it. She needed that ring back! Chris had a submissive side to her. She enjoyed when a man dominated her, especially a man with a big dick like Mike. Her thoughts turned to the disc. An entire evening's sexual activity. A record that Mike would undoubtedly use to keep blackmailing her and keep her putting out for him. She thought of how Mike would use the disc to make her keep fucking him. The thought intrigued her. Maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought. She could have the best of both world's; a loving doting husband like Joe and a big stud like Mike on the side. Chris quickly dismissed the idea. There was no way she could be satisfied with Joe's average size after having Mike fuck her senseless. She would have to stop it. Somehow she needed to get the disc from him. She hoped she would be able to even get off on Joe's dick now that she had been fucked by Mike's monster again. Although the bath water was warm, the thoughts of Mike and his cock, of what he had done to her last night, of how hard he made her cum; made Chris's nipples stiffen with excitement. She took her ample breasts in her hands and began to rub them. The large cups filled her hands and she squeezed her breasts to make them swell. Her fingers found her hard nipples and began pinching and playing with them. Before too long, she was moaning just from playing with her tits. Chris's mind began to replay the tape of the previous night as she began to masturbate. She thought of how she had spread herself wide open for Mike. She remembered grabbing his ass and holding him deep in her pussy while he filled her with his cum. Her left hand slipped into the warm bath water and began to rub her swelling clit. "How appropriate," she thought. Rubbing her pussy with her left hand. A hand that was supposed to be wearing her fiancé's ring. A hand that was going to bring her off while she fantasized of another man. Chris's finger found her clit and began to play with it. First rolling it around, next rubbing up and down and then side to side. Her mind showed her the visions of last night. While she worked her clit, she thought of Mike and his big cock. She thought of how much she enjoyed the taste of his cum. Within moments Chris was moaning. Her pussy felt as if it were on fire as she fantasized about Mike. The slut in Chris had now taken control and she was being intentionally cruel to the young beauty. Her fingers pressed hard on her clit, pushing it against her pubic bone, while simultaneously rubbing it. She thought of Mike and her legs immediately spread wider. Her clit was throbbing now as her climax approached. It came to her fast. Chris bit her lower lip as the waves of pleasure washed over her hot body. Her finger never stopped moving as she kept herself cumming. She was lost in ecstasy. "Oh Mike," she moaned. After her senses finally stopped exploding, Chris stood and turned on the shower. She opened the drain and let the water begin to flow out. While rinsing the soap from her body, she began to face the reality of her situation. Her engagement ring was in the possession of another man. The same man had a cd of her fucking and sucking and would show it to her fiance if she didn't keep putting out for him. Yet how could she keep laying Mike when Joe wanted to start a family with her? Then there was Mike's big cock. Why settle for Joe when she could have a real stud? Then there was Mike, Chris knew there would be other girls besides her. He would never offer her the loyalty and devotion that Joe did. She made up her mind. Untill she could get the cd from Mike she would have to go back on the pill and tell Joe she wanted to wait to have a family. Otherwise she would never be sure who the father was of any child she bore. She thought of just fucking Mike & Joe untill someone knocked her up, but she couldn't be that vicious to Joe. Chris turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. She dried off and slipped into a white silk robe. Going back to the mirror, she began to brush out her long, wet, black hair. After fininshing with her hair, she applied a small amount of perfume and went into her bedroom to dress. She stood in front of the mirrored closet doors and thought about what to wear. Thinking she would probably go down to see Mike and retrieve her ring, she thought it should be something sexy. Chris selected a pair of light blue terrycloth shorts. They were form fitting and showed offf her sexy, tight ass. For the top she picked a sheer white camisole with spaghetti straps, the kind without the bra sewn into it. The garments were placed on her bed and she began to consider bra and panties. Suddenly the door bell shattered the silence of the apartment. Chris walked to the door and noticed the clock on the living room wall. It was 10:30. "Probably Susan,"she said to herself. Susan was a neighbor from down the hall who usually came over for coffee on Saturday mornings. Chris opened the door and was shocked to see Mike's hulking frame filling her doorway. He had just come from the gym and was all pumped up. Standing there Chris ran her eyes over him. He looked magnificent in a tight white tank top that really showed off his muscular arms and chest and a pair of blue nylon gym shorts that highlighted his impressive package. A pair of white addidas sneakers finished his ensemble. Despite his good looks Chris was pissed. "What do you want?," Chris sneered. Mike answered," Relax I come in peace and I come bearing gifts." Without waiting to be invited in, the muscular stud barged by her and entered the apartment. He noticed Chris as he walked in. The wet, long, sexy, black hair. The intoxicating scent of her perfume. The white silk robe, and her with obviously nothing on underneath. The way Chris had her robe fastened was such that it showed a great deal of her 36c cleavage. The thin silk material offered little resistance against her hard pointed nipples. She closed the door and walked over to the couch. Then the sexy young girl sat on the arm of the couch and crossed her legs. She knew exactly what she was doing. The way she crossed her legs caused the thin robe to part and show off her long, tanned, toned legs. Mike had Two things she desperately needed, the disc of the previous night and her ring, she was determined to get them both. Meanwhile Mike had taken due notice of the sexy, young lady. He cock was swelling and he wanted her for his slut again. He had intended to just give the disc to her and hope to be friends, but now he wanted to play the game. Thoughts of the previous night came rushing back to his mind, so he quickly formed plan. Chris asked him," What gifts? My ring? " Mike handed her the compact disc with the recording of the previous night's escapes on it. The gesture of kindness touched the young girl's heart but she suddenly became suspicious. Chris played right into his hands by asking," That was nice of you. That is if the disc is even real. Is it?" "See for yourself," Mike replied. He took the disc and walked over to the walnut entertainment center. He inserted the disc. The big Fifty-Four inch flat screen came alive. Mike pressed the fast forward button and held it down for several moments. Next it was the play button. The flat screen came alive again with a shot of Chris and Mike fucking. The timing was randomly perfect the disc began to play at the point where Chris was begging for Mike to not stretch her pussy because her fiance would know. He let the scene play out. Chris's gaze was transfixed on the screen. Her nipples hardened at the sight of her and Mike in carnal passion. She watched herself surrender to his humongous cock; and not just surrender but succumb to it. Within moments she was watching herself open her legs wide and beg for it. The movie of her fucking her old lover was having an effect on her pussy. She felt herself getting wet and horny. Despite her growing desire, Chris realized that here was half of everything she needed to regain control of her life. The disc could ruin her impending marriage. She could always say she lost the ring, but this cd was undeniable truth of her infidelity. Perhaps the disc was the bigger and more important prize. If Joe ever saw it there would be no forgiveness. She was happy Mike brought it. Mike reached into the pocket of his gym shorts and took out Chris's engagement ring. "Here I also thought you might want this back," he said to her. Chris reached for the ring and Mike closed his hand keeping it from her saying," This has a price however." He slipped the ring back into his pocket. "Price?" Chris asked him. "What price?" Mike walked around behind her and bent down to whisper in her ear saying,"You know exactly what I want." With that he reached around her with both hands and cupped her firm young breasts. He squeezed them gently as he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples were already hard beneath the white silk of her robe and Mike pinched them roughly. Chris found herself leaning back against his massive chest as he caressed and fondled her. Mike slipped the silken fabric off her shoulders exposing her 36c tits to his hungry fingers. Leaning down he began kissing her neck as he played with her swelling boobs. Chris's eyes were fixed on the screen watching Mike fucking the shit out of her young tight pussy and listening to her lamentations of how good it was. Suddenly her cell phone rang and startled her back to reality. "Let it go to voicemail," Mike whispered hoarsely in her ear. Except Chris knew from the ring tone that it was her fiance Joe. She pushed Mike's roaming hands away and got up to answer the phone. "Hi Joe," she chirped cheerily. If her fiance only knew that moments ago her sexy bosom was in the hands of another man. Mike was frustrated at being interrupted by the young girl's fiance, so he picked up the television remote control and turned up the volume of his and Chris's fuck video. Chris went into the bathroom and locked the door. A few minutes later she opened the door and walked out saying," I am glad you are coming home early. I can't wait to see you on Monday." Chris flipped the cell phone shut. Mike asked her," So Joe is coming home early? That's nice." He pulled her engagement ring out of his pocket and continued by saying," I guess you will be needing this then." He held the ring up dangling it between two fingers. Chris knew she needed the ring back, but now she needed it back quickly. Joe was originally supposed to be home on Wednesday. Her fiance would now be home in less than Two days. "What's the price?" she asked coyly. Mike replied," Just one more time." Chris pulled her white silk robe down off her shoulders, exposing her golden tanned skin. The stunning beauty was about to secure both things she desperately needed; the evidence of her infidelity and her engagement ring. She walked over to her former lover and kissed him; hard and deep slipping her tongue into his mouth. While she kissed him, she began to massage his massive meat with her tiny hand. A few moments later she broke the kiss. "Sold," she replied. Mike's hands opened her robe again and began to massage her incredible breasts. Chris took his hands from her breasts and began to lead him over to the couch. Mike said," Oh No! I want you in his bed." "You kinky bastard!"Chris replied. Mike scouped the petite girl up in his arms and carried her down the hallway to the bedroom she shared with her fiance. He tossed her on the bed like a toy doll and began to disrobe. He pulled the white tank top off his heavily muscled chest and then took off the gym shorts and underwear. His physique looked like a Greek god standing in front of the young vixen. Chris's eyes drank in the stud that stood before her. He was truly an incredible specimen. The heavily muscled body. The dark tan lines from working daily in the warm sun. His long dangling cock. The dark brown bedroom eyes. Her tender young flower was beginning to moisten at just the sight of him naked. Her nipples were already standing at attention. She began to untie the sash that held her robe closed. "No!" Mike told her." I want to unwrap my present myself for one last time." Chris seductively placed her arms above her head and struck a sexy pose for the big man saying," Yours for that taking." Mike untied the sash of the silken white robe and exposed her sexy body to his eyes. She lay there in front of him, his for the taking. He laid down next to her and began to kiss her. For the second time within the last Twenty-Four hours has was going to make her betray her fiance. As Mike kissed her, Chris's body began to respond to his touch. She truly loved Joe but Mike was an incredible lover and as long as she had to endure what was about to happen she may as well enjoy it. Chris knew that the slut within her was starting to speak softly to her; and she was beginning to listen. She made out with him, kissing him softly at first. Then her mouth began to get hungry for his tongue. Their tongues touched and then began to dance, sliding sexily into each other's mouths. While they kissed Mike slid his hand behind her neck, then down over her shoulder and over her soft breast. He caressed her firm globes and slowly used his thumb to draw circles around her hard nipples. He playing with just the tip of her nipple sending shock waves through her entire body. Then he began rolling them between his thumb and fore finger making them even harder then before. He knew Chris's tits and nipples to be very sensitive and spending a little extra time playing with them would get her incredibly horny. Mike also knew that once the beauty got hot she turned into one horny little slut. Chris was kissing Mike hard and wildly now. Her lips smacking loudly against his. The flower between her legs was beginning to moisten from the teasing of her breasts and nipples. Mike took his mouth from hers and placed it on her firm breasts. He began to suck on her tight nipples while his hand slid over her stomach and toward the treasure between her thighs. He nibbled on her hard nipples as his finger found her swelling clit. Gently he pressed on it pushing it against her public bone as he began to rub it. "Oh God!," Chris moaned. Mike pressed a little harder on her clit and began to rub it; first in little circles and then in an up and down motion. His fingers were talented and manipulated her clit with overwhelming expertise. Chris's groans of pleasure grew louder in his ears as he continued to play with her hot little button. Chris lay back in ecstasy as Mike's tongue flicked over her nipples and his index finger massaged her clit. The climax grew quickly in her and caught her almost without warning. She came hard, her body shaking and quivering with passion. She threw her arms around Mike smashing her tits against his face and cried out,"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Make me cum." Mike knew Chris was multiorgasmic and as he felt her body begin to shudder he doubled the efforts of his finger between her legs. He would not only get Chris off but would keep her cumming mercilessly until he was done with his little play toy. Wave after wave kept crashing over Chris's body. She could not control herself any longer. The pleasure kept assaulting her. She could feel the lips of her pussy swelling and beginning to part as her young tender flower began to open up for another man. Mike slid his finger between her wet pussy lips gathering her juices on it. He brought the slippery wetness up to her clit and used it to get her clit wet and slick. Once again he began his attack on her sensitive swollen clit. "Oh God Mike. No! Not again!" She pleaded. He worked her clit again. This time even harder and faster than before. The action sent Chris rocketing through another series of orgasms. She kissed him deeply but she was so wild and lost in orgasm that she could barely use her tongue to kiss. Instead she moaned deeply and said," Baby you are making me so wet." Mike let her cum down from the last bolts of pleasure. Again he made his finger wet with her cum.This time he brought it to her mouth and made her lick his finger. He smeared her juices over her lips and tongue and then kissed her. They shared the sweetness of her pussy in that kiss. After a few moments of kissing, Mike looked down into her beautiful blue eyes and said," Now I want to taste some more of your sweet pussy." He crawled to the edge of the bed and Chris spread her sexy legs wide for him. Mike kissed all around her tender mound being careful not to touch her lips or clit. He knew the teasing kisses would drive Chris wild, while he savored the musky scent of her. Finally he planted a gentle kiss on her still swollen clit. Chris's hips bucked instantly. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then sucked her clit and swollen lips into his mouth. Mike held them there and flicked his tongue roughly over her stretched clit. He simultaneously slipped a finger into her juicy pussy and gently rubbed her g spot while he sucked and licked her clit "Oh yes! Eat my pussy Mike! Your tongue is so hot!" Chris moaned like the slut she was turning into. Her hands grabbed her breasts and began playing with them while her new lover tasted her sweet nectar. The orgasm ripped through her body. Mike held her hips in place and continued the savage onslaught of her most precious treasure. His tongue and finger working together to keep her at her highest point, giving her no rest nor relief from the crushing climax she endured. Mike slowed his attack and let her come back down to Earth again. He crawled up on top of her and kissed her deeply, sending his cum coated tongue deep into her mouth. Chris kissed him back and enjoyed the taste of her own pussy. Movie Night Ch. 02 She looked into his dark,brown,bedroom eyes and told him," I feel like you have taken me to heaven and back." First Mike gave her a slow sexy kiss. Then he said,"Now comes the best part." He began to grind his hips against her still swollen and throbbing clit. Chris could feel his massive cock sliding against her slick cunt lips. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her. Then reality stepped in and slapped her in the face. She knew she wasn't using any birth control because her and Joe were wanting to start a family. She pleaded breathlessly,"Mike wait. You know I'm off the pill so you better use a condom. There are some in the drawer of the night stand." The Ten inch stud opened the drawer and removed one of the foil packets. "OK," Mike replied. Then continued,"But then you have to do something for me." Chris's curiosity was peaked as she replied,"What?" Mike reached down and picked up the white, silken sash from her robe. "Let's play. Put your hands up over your head." He told her. Chris knew Mike had a kinky side that was a great match to her submissive one. She willingly placed her hands up near the thick, brass rails of the headboard. Her lover quickly secured her wrists to the rails headboard. She lay there now helpless and vulnerable. She loved it. Mike leaned down and kissed her, and began to once again grind himself against her. He lubricated his giant meat with her wetness. Chris's pussy was even hotter now. The bondage had taken her to a new level of arousal, as her juices coated Mike's pole. Mike placed his cock head at the opening of her treasure cave and began to press against her with his weight. Chris pleaded,"Mike wait the condom remember?" "I want to make you cum on my cock first so that I can watch you lick your juices from me while you give me a bj OK?" he asked. Chris enjoyed tasting her pussy juice off a hard cock and replied,"You know I love that. OK." The tanned stud began to work his hard prick into his former girlfriend's pussy. Chris could feel her lips spread for him as he began to enter her. "God you are so big! So fucking big!" she told him. Mike relished the compliment and buried more of himself inside her. She was helpless to resist his powerful thrusts. After about Five strokes, he was fully inside her. He leaned down and gave her a lover's kiss while holding himself deep within her tender loins. The combination of his tongue kiss, combined with his huge cock inside her, sent Chris over the edge. She began to cum violently on his throbbing meat. To spur her further on, Mike ground his hips against hers, pressing against her clit. She came again for her lover and told him," You are so good to me. So deep inside me." She hooked her ankles behind Mike's knees and raised her hips allowing him better access to her wide open womb. Mike knew she was lost in the throes of ecstasy. He freed her wrists and Chris wrapped her arms around him. They kissed loudly and wildly while they shared each other's souls. Chris regained her composure and said,"I want to suck your cock for you." Mike again kissed her deeply, then paused and looking into her eyes said," There will be no bj and there will be no condom." "Mike don't you'll get me pregnant," she begged. "If it's a baby you want then I will be the one to give you one and not some little punk!" He growled. With that, he once again began to drive himself deeply into the young woman's fertile pussy. This time however there was no tenderness; only raw unbridled passion. Chris struggled against him but to no avail. He was too strong. His cock was too good! She felt herself losing control again as the orgasm grew deep in her loins. Mike put her ankles over his broad shoulders and began to punish the tender folds of her pussy. Before she realized it her body was awash in waves of passion again. Reason had left her mind. Mike was pulling almost all they way out and then slamming all the way back in, using his entire Ten inch length. Chris could feel him rub over her g-spot, then slip past her cervix and into the untouched depths of her fertile womb. "Cum for me," he told her. The slut hand taken over in Chris and she wimpered,"Fuck me Baby! You are so deep in my pussy! It feel s so good! Make me your slut!" Mike gave her what she asked for and pummeled her cunt mercilessly. Her pussy was making squishing and burping noises as he plowed into her again and again. Chris groaned like a bitch in heat saying,"Oh God! I can't stop cumming. You're making me fall in love with your cock!" She dug her nails into his back and hung on for the ride of her life. She could feel her pussy lips stretching around the bottom of his humongous cock. It felt incredible to her and she wanted more. Mike drove his entire length into her and held himself there. He looked into her sky blue eyes again and told her," Here's your baby Chris." Chris could feel his cock begin to swell deep within her; and then he began to squirt his hot cum into the forbidden depths of her fertile cunt. She could feel squirt after squirt of his potent seed, shooting deep inside her. Not only did she not resist but the sensation was so incredible that she came with him. When he finished, Mike kept Chris's ankles held over his shoulders. She knew what he was doing and she didn't care. He was holding her hips up in the air, letting his sperm run even deeper into her. After awhile he released her legs and laid down beside her. Chris rolled over to face him and kissed him deeply with her quick tongue. "Mike you are incredible," she told him He answered,"Yeah but come Monday, you will be back with Joe." "Joe who?" Chris giggled. She took her engagement ring off her finger and set it on the night stand. Then she spoke ever so softly to Mike saying," I think I need to return that ring." Movie Night Ch. 02 This is the 2nd part of the Movie Night story. We have just left the movie theater and you had just given me the hottest hand job ever. You made me explode and I can still feel my cum all over me as we walk back to the car. I know you must be super wet from this and I can't wait to taste you. We get in the car and drive to what's going to be our new place. I am living there and you are planning to move in with me when your lease is up. Its a three bedroom, two bathroom house with a huge kitchen, fireplace, fire pit out back and a hot tub. Perfect would be the right adjective. We finally arrive and walking to the house. It's still a little empty but feels like home. You sit down and watch TV as I go shower. I tell you, "If I couldn't touch you during the movie, you can't shower with me." I finish up the shower and come out to the living room wearing my minnesota athletic shorts and and notice that you are watching a blank tv screen. "Hun, why are you just sitting there staring at a blank screen," I say. You reply, "Oh nothing just waiting for you to finish so we can cuddle and watch whatever is on." At this I know something is up, but I sit down next to you and take you into my arms. I just love the way you feel in them. You turn on the TV, "what do we have here," you say. As I turn to see what looks to be one of my porn DVDs you "found". It was left in from a couple of nights ago when I was really missing you. I turn to you and say, "Boys will be boys, hun." You don't care that I watch them every once and in fact, you kinda like the idea of it cause you know that what's on the screen got me hot one night. I take the remote from your hand, and turn off the TV. "Tonight's not the night for movie watching," I say as I slide my hand up your skirt to find your wet underwear. I start to rub you through your underwear and kiss you deeply as I pull you closer to me and into my arms. You love being in my arms, and I can tell as you just melt every time I wrap them around you. I continue to rub your wetness as you wrap your arms around me and grab my ass squeezing it and rubbing your nails up and down my back just the way I like. We stop and move our events to our bed throwing each others clothes showing the lustful path from which we came. We are naked as I push in onto the bed. I can tell you can't wait for me to be in you, holding you, making sweet love to you. But I have other plans for the moment, all things in good time. I lay you back on the bed and dive right into licking you. You spread your legs wider and wider as I bury my tongue and fingers inside of your dripping pussy. I lick and suck your clit as I run my hands up and down on your body caressing your wonderful breasts. You moan and grab my hair as you love everything I'm doing, and you never want me to stop. I stop for a brief second as I flip around so you can play with my cock and balls while I lick and finger you. You grab a hold of my balls and play with them while you enjoy everything I'm doing. You turn a little so you can get better access to my now rising cock. You decide tonight is the night I'm going to suck on it for the first time. I love going down on you and you know it, You can tell I am totally lost to everything except you wet pussy right now. I haven't noticed that you have stopped stroking my now rock hard cock and have started licking it gently and kissing it. Then you take it into your mouth for the first time, and NOW you have my attention. I totally stop what I'm doing cause it feels SOOOO good. We both rollover as I lay on my back as you work my cock in and out of your mouth. I continue to play with you to keep you wet, and you know your turn is coming. I am just laying there in total ecstasy as I watch you sucking on me, it feels so great and you are amazing at it. You keep sucking and moving up and down my shaft as you wrap your fingers around my balls to really get me going. You can tell I'm not going to last long with my first blow job from you, you can feel my balls starting to pulse telling you how close I am to hitting the edge. I tell you in between moans that I'm going to cum really soon. But you don't stop, and its feels great. I start to spasm and cum! This catches you off guard as it came on so fast. You weren't planning on me cumming in your mouth but some of it came in there (to your surprise you didn't mind the taste) as you pulled away and pump my cock through the rest of my orgasm, as I shot all over the two of us, your face, boobs, my stomach. You flip over, so our heads are together and we hold on another and kiss deeply. You can tell without words that I obviously love what you do to me, and how you make me feel. You reach back down, where your hands always seem to go, to find that I am still hard, and with that simple touch I roll over on top of you and push inside. You are so wet from giving me pleasure that I slide in so easily. I hold you as we make love. After a long while we flip into "our position", with me sitting crosslegged, and your legs wrapped around me grinding away on my cock as I kiss and suck on your breasts, pulling you closer and holding you up in my arms. You reach around and play with my balls a little as we grind against each other's sweaty bodies. As I am sucking on your neck you whisper that you want me to cum and you pick up the pace. With that I can't hold off my orgasm much longer as I just to feel it rise inside of me. You grab and pull me closer as I do the same and we kiss deeply as I cum inside you. You can feel me shoot, shot after shot, pulse after pulse, as I cum harder than you have ever felt before. You just hold me as like normal I am paralyzed by you when I cum. After several minutes of just holding each other after my monster orgasm. You slide off me and lay on your back. I turn so that we are in the sixty-nine position again and start licking you knowing how much you love me licking your dripping pussy after I cum inside you, and knowing I love the taste of our juices together. As I continue to lick your pussy, you decide to see how we taste to and start sucking on my cock, and you find out that you quite enjoy our taste too. At this I get hot again and turn up the intensity of my licking to the point where you beg me to stop cause it is so intense, but I don't. I keep going, you push my head harder and harder against you, till you explode in an orgasm of your own. I can feel your whole body tighten up and then relax as your orgasm sweeps over you. After your orgasm subsides, and you release my head from your oozing pussy I crawl up next to you and wrap my arms around you, pulling you close as we fall asleep as we both whisper, " I love you" together. Movie Night Ch. 02 (MFM, public, based on a real event but embellished) Mr & Ms Screwloose Movie Night Ch. 02 For the reader: Be forewarned that this story presents a subject that is considered risqué in most circles. If you are not prepared to read about consensual incest (maybe not technically but at least socially) between step-father and step-daughter please move on to a different story. The story is one of fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. If you have not read Chapter 1 of the story I highly recommend it to "set-the-stage" and give the reader a sense the circumstances leading up to this chapter. The story is truly designed to be read in entirety and is mainly broken up into chapters to provide an easier reading experience. In this installment of the story things begin to heat up a bit. This is the first story that I have ever written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have. * The next week was one of the most anguishing that I have had mentally in my entire life. After Sunday night's movie night events I struggled with the thoughts of what was happening between my step-daughter and me. Thinking of the various occurrences over the past few months, I kept flip-flopping between the thought that she knew exactly what she had been doing to me the entire time and that her actions were truly innocent and that I was reading too much into the signs. I recalled the slight grin that she had given me and thought that maybe she was merely giving me a loving look from step-daughter to step-father and that there was nothing more to it. I couldn't get it out of my mind but wrestled with the conflicting thoughts all week. Normally, I would have sought advice from my wife to see if I was overreacting but given the fact that this was her daughter I decided against it and said nothing. Still unsure, I didn't want to stir things up and get my step-daughter in trouble with her mother if there really wasn't anything going on. To add on to everything, my workweek was extremely busy so I didn't even see my step-daughter much to gauge how she was acting around me. Friday night came all too quickly and to put it bluntly, I was nervous as hell. Not even waiting for the rest of the family to come in, I had lain down on the couch and was watching a TV show that I enjoy now and then. Apparently, I had gotten in a "zone" because the next thing that I remember was hearing an insistent "Dad!" Shaken back into reality, I looked up to find my step-daughter standing next to the couch in a plaid flannel pajama set with a look on her face that said that she had been trying to get my attention for a while. "Move over, your taking up the whole couch" I heard her say. I gave a quick glance are realized that she was, indeed, right and wouldn't fit unless she was the size of a newborn. Part of me wondered if this was my subconscious hoping that she would have merely found a different spot to watch the movie and I would be able to avoid the situation that had been plaguing my mind. However, since asked, I merely shifted over to make room for her and she quickly climbed under the blanket in front of me. The movie selected that night was a long one, two and a half hours plus the typical previews and such. The idea of the next three hours pressed up against her had done nothing to help my nervousness. I don't know if she sensed this or not but the first two hours passed without incident and I had almost forgotten what had happened believing that maybe I had imagined that this was anything more than accidental contact after all. Unlike how we would usually lie on the couch, I did not have my arm around her and it was merely at my side when suddenly she started to slip off of the couch. As she slowly slid over the edge she let out a little yelp of surprise to which I quickly through my arm around her to catch her and keep her from hitting the floor. Pulling her back up, and tightly against me I might add, she turned slightly saying "thanks, Dad." After such a sudden jolt, my step-daughter started squirming around on the couch. Having heard her squeal, everyone, including myself, thought that she was merely trying to get comfortable again. The alarm over, everyone's focus was drawn back to the movie on the screen. When she finally seemed to settle I found myself, once again, with the problem of one of her hands was right at my waistband, separated from my penis by nothing more than a thin layer of clothes. Added to this was the issue that all of her squirming around had caused blood to flow to it, and I had started to slightly swell in size. She again clutched my arm around her midsection but thankfully her pajama top appeared to be staying in place so I felt no bare skin. The next few minutes, however, would change that a little. She didn't seem entirely settled and would periodically shift a little bit on the couch. I was aware of this and tried to keep my hand fairly firm over her midriff, not allowing her top to rise or my hand to move toward her breast as had previously happened. What it didn't prevent though was feeling the bare skin of her hand against my stomach when her movements had caused my shirt to creep up a little. As her slight movement continued I suddenly realized that her fingertips had slid slightly underneath my waistband and were slightly tickling the hair between my belly button and pubes. Again, I didn't want to draw attention since I didn't know how to handle this. I think that somehow, deep inside, I believed that if it came to everyone's attention just how close my penis was to her hand, that I would be viewed as the aggressor, some sort of "dirty old man." Try as I might though, I couldn't stop the reaction that it was causing my body to have. The more I concentrated on trying to not have an effect, the more it seemed to. Next thing I knew, I was steadily swelling and was probably only a millimeter or two away from my dick touching her bare hand. In the meantime, her other hand had temporarily left mine and I could feel it moving under the covers in front of her a little when she would shift. I assumed that she was using it for leverage as she continued to adjust her position and really didn't give it much thought since it remained in front of her. In reality, I think that I was just focused too much on her other hand to care. I was only faintly aware that she had returned that hand on top of mine and was once again holding my hand against her abdomen. Two things then happened, almost simultaneously...my step-daughter's hand encircled my cock and her other one brought my hand up to her bare breast, complete with a very hard nipple. I let out a slight gasp which luckily seemed to go unnoticed over the sound of the movie. It was then that I realized that those slight movements in front of her had been to unbutton part of her pajama top under the covers. Any ideas that I may have had of innocence at this point were completely thrown out of the window but I was still in a bit of shock and merely stayed right where I was, doing nothing. My cock, on the other hand, had different ideas...the soft touch of her hand wrapped around it had caused it to swell the rest of the way and was almost completely hard. If anything, it had grown right into her hand and was even more surrounded by her fingers than before. I could feel that although I was still slightly soft, I had grown to my full size of approximately 8 inches. My semi-hard state wouldn't last long though... My step-daughter began to slowly alternate between a gentle squeezing and relaxing her hand around my dick and I could feel it swelling even further. It wasn't long before I was fully hard and she could barely touch her fingers around it. At the same time, she was exerting a gentle pressure on my thumb with hers until I felt my thumb make contact with the hard nipple of her breast. She then relaxed a little allowing my hand to return to full openness and then repeated it a number of times. She was essentially playing with her breast by using my hand. Occasionally, she would tighten her whole hand and cause me to squeeze her breast. As much as I didn't want to admit it, her hand wrapped around my dick and her youthful breast in my hand felt wonderful. It wasn't long before precum was slightly oozing out of my dick and I realized that I was continuing to fondle her breast without the "guidance" of her hand. We continued like this for the remainder of the movie and when the credits started rolling she pulled the hand out of my pants, gently removed mine from inside her shirt, and subtly buttoned it back up under the covers. As we all got up and headed toward bed, she came to give me her typical hug goodnight but as she leaned in I felt her lightly nibble on my earlobe whispering a breathy "thanks." Slightly startled, I realized that our position had blocked this from the view of the rest of the family and would have appeared nothing more than a hug to everyone else. That night was, indeed, a restless one. Thoughts flooded my head of the intense feeling of my step-daughter's hand wrapped around my dick, milking it along with the wonderful feeling of her nubile breast in my hand. Despite the fact that I hadn't actually seen her topless since before she hit puberty, visions of how her breasts looked based on the feelings of her hard nipple and surrounding areola kept me both hard and constantly stirring all night long. When I finally gave in and got out of bed in the morning, I was quite groggy from lack of sleep and was unsure of how to deal with my step-daughter for the weekend. As I padded down to the kitchen for breakfast, I found the rest of the family already downstairs looking at me as I entered. Concern that the goings on of last night had been discovered were washed away only after one of my sons commented that I looked horrible and asked if the movie, which had been one of these "mess with your head" ones had given me nightmares last night. I merely grumbled something in my stupor, apparently giving the impression that it had. My step-daughter was acting as if nothing had happened and there was a small part of me that wondered if I had imagined the entire thing. The rest of the weekend as well as the next one passed without incident and almost reinforced that notion. The next week, however, would prove to me that I wasn't crazy. Movie Night Ch. 02 The square cardboard carrier was addressed to me. The address was labeled not hand-written. Inside was a gold DVD whose white sleeve was also labeled. It read: You need to wach [sic] this Why did I immediately assume the illiteracy was intentional? A feint? A false trail? Whatever, still in my work clothes I immediately went upstairs and popped the DVD into the desktop. I turned the audio up but there was no sound. I clicked on the arrow. The video stuttered, then began. What I at first saw, all too clearly, was a not-quite-steady image of my own queen-sized bed in the upstairs master bedroom. My wife Karla's and my bed, that is. After several seconds none other than Karla entered, stage right. She was naked. She was wearing a shoulder-length blonde wig. She climbed onto the center of the bed and positioned herself on her left side, facing, but not looking at, the camera. Her tits sagged down toward the crisp pink top-sheet. Immediately following Karla, my daughter—our daughter—Brittany entered the frame. She too was wearing a platinum-blonde wig, though in a shorter style. She too was naked, her body a virtual carbon-copy of her mother's. Only thinner and firmer, her C-cups plump—everything you would expect of a 25-year-old woman half her mother's age. Or maybe I'm describing it backwards. Maybe what I should be saying is how great Karla's body looked for a woman who'd just turned 50. The two could practically pass for sisters! At any rate Britt was now lying on her right side facing her mother, in intimate quarters. The camera moved in as the two women began to kiss. Tentatively at first. Awkwardly. Painted lip-pecks. It was only when they began kissing—necking—passionately—that the motions, the actions of their joined bodies became fluid, natural, instinctual. Their thickish legs intertwined. Their respective hands began caressing each other's back, and wide ass. They touched, they squeezed. They felt each other's breasts. Their love motions became an entangled symphony of bare white female flesh... A sudden break. A cut in the video now showed Karla rolling over onto her back while her daughter rotated 180 degrees. She straddled her mother. They assumed the 69 position. The camera moved in as Britt licked the pinkish-grey vagina through which she'd entered the world 25 years ago. She kissed and licked it and fucked it with her extruded tongue. Meanwhile worming a middle finger up her mother's generous, much-fucked asshole. The camera panned left to right along the double-deck of daughter-mother bodies to Karla who, grasping Brittany's firm buttocks, was plowing her wet vagina with her tongue and mouth and nose. The action was furious—at both ends. And both women had fingers knuckle-deep up the other's ass. Another cut. Now Britt was sitting on the foreground bottom corner of the bed. Her mother was on her hands and knees. Britt was working a caucasian-colored butt-plug up her mother's ass. The plug was short, but wide. Once in Britt gave the flat base a final push. There was no sound but you could read her lips. "Feel good mommy?" The video jumped. Yet again. Now it was Brittany on her hands and knees, and Karla was standing at the foot of the bed adjusting a strap-on to her wide hips. The pinkish dildo bobbed as she walked forward on her knees on the bed. The camera closed in as she inserted her "cock" into her daughter's vagina. Then it pulled back as she began fucking her. The view now was of the whole bed. At first Karla held Britt by the hips as she pumped her. But then, probably under the "film-maker's" direction, she reached under and kneaded her daughter's firm, distended tits. The camera zoomed in on Britt's pleasure-frown. Her open mouth. Her silent orgasm. Oh! Cut. Now the two naked women are both sitting toward the foot of the bed. A black double-dildo lies between them. It is huge. Boa constrictor huge. Britt is smiling. Karla's face is hidden from the camera's overview. Mother and daughter once again align their naked bodies so that they face each other. Britt, still smiling, inserts a good six inches of the black dildo up her vagina. Karla, seen from the backside, does likewise. Their hands grip the big black snake-like thing at the center meeting point. Their hips flex. They're both "being fucked" at the same time. Brittany is loving it. She laughs. Karla does too, presumably. Quick cut. Dildo gone, Karla and Britt are sitting up facing each other on the foot of the bed. They're kissing. At first you don't notice, in the video, that Britt's fingers are in her mother's wet pussy, working it. Close up: Karla's head rolling back, mouth open. She cries out, silently. You read her lips: Thank you, baby. Thank you... The two women, mother and daughter, sit facing each other on the bed. They kiss. They feel each other up. What passion! Cut. Karla's wide white ass is now facing the camera. The butt-plug still inside. Her daughter removes it in a single pull. Well, two pulls. Karla wags her beautiful ass for the camera. Her hole is dark, dilated, mysterious. Inviting. Fuck me! Video ends. The arrow pops up on the screen. Replay? I stared in open-mouthed disbelief. Surely that was not my wife and daughter. Surely this was a dream. A hoax. Surely Karla and Britt, sensible if horny and promiscuous women, had not performed incestuous sex for some unknown pornographer. Tell me it wasn't true! The arrow loomed. I clicked on it. Who wouldn't? About a half hour after I finished watching the video a second time, or I should say about a half hour after I guiltily finished masturbating to it, Karla arrived home, bearing several sacks of groceries. I found her standing in the kitchen, back to me, sorting through the mail. "What's your problem?" she asked without looking. And just like that she'd put me on the defensive. "What...what do you mean?" I stuttered. Still showing me her back she offered an extended cheek. "No kissy-kissy hello?" I stood my ground. "Who shot the video?" "What video?" she asked, after only the shortest of pauses. "The one of you and Britt." "Which video of me and Britt?" "There's more than one?" I asked in dismay. "A holiday video, a Christmas video, a video of Britt's fifth birthday party...?" Karla had finally turned and now stood facing me with a hand on her hip. Which for Karla was the equivalent of Clint Eastwood's draw-hand hovering over his holstered six-shooter. "Which video are you referring to? Be specific." Continuing to stand my ground, sort of, I nevertheless nervously shifted my weight. "The sex video," I said. Karla turned her back to me again, muttering, "I don't know what you're talking about." I advanced a step. "The...the mother-daughter lesbian sex video shot upstairs in our bed." That video. "You're dreaming," Karla said unconvincingly. "Someone sent me the tape. The DVD I mean. I have it-" "It's out on DVD?" Karla asked, whirling. I wasn't sure if she was bummed or thrilled by this news. "It's a private...not a full-blown...it's just a copy somebody made." "Oh," Karla pondered. "Who?" "That's what I'm trying to figure out." Karla switched strategies. She moved sideways to one of the open grocery sacks. She smiled into it. She smiled at me. "I brought home your favorite! Fresh chicken breasts for chicken parm and a bottle of-" "Don't change the subject, Karla." Timidly I'd advanced to the edge of the kitchen. This left me a good six feet away from Karla's three-kilotons-of-TNT temper. "Who sent the video?" I asked. "How should I know who sent you the video!" Italian leather stamping the tile. "Who shot it I mean!" A pause ensued. Karla sighed so dramatically it first lifted then dropped her padded shoulders inside her power suit. The bull-cape red one. "You remember that little cruise the three of us were going to go on last summer?" And by "the three of us" my ever-promiscuous wife meant: Karla, Brittany and her lover, or former lover, my old friend Trey. It was going to be a three-day cruise to Cozumel as I recalled. "Yeah." "Well, Trey had this bright idea for funding the trip. Paying for the whole thing himself which, for cheapskate Trey, would've been a fucking miracle. Not to say a first. You know how he is, you're lucky if he pays for your movie ticket." "Who shot the video?" I said impatiently. "I'm getting to that. Will you let me finish? Fuckface?" "Can we keep this civil?" my toe tapping the tile, my arms crossing. "So Trey claimed he'd met this guy on Deanslist-" "Yeah, I bet Trey's met lots of guys on Deanslist." "Tell me about it. The little closet faggot..." And here Karla glanced up, at me, and launched that sickly sweet smile of hers as she wormed a knuckle into her rouged right cheek. "He's just like you, dear..." "The video." "So this guy..." "Which guy?" "The guy Trey met. On Deanslist. Supposedly he was offering like up to fifteen hundred bucks for amateur incest videos. You know, mother-daughter, father-son, uncle-" "I know what incest is." Karla gave me that hand-on-her-hip look. "We both know that's true. Talk about hypocrisy here! Your own daughter?" "At least we didn't video it!" "Oh and what about that little number you did on yourself? In the shower? With the dildo? That you posted on some gay-boy site?" "You couldn't see my face,"I protested, weakly. "No but you could see it was our bathroom. You could see it was our shower. And your skinny white ass! Besides," Karla said, rising from her finger-pointing and thrusting a hand into dyed-black coiffure, "we wore wigs." "That doesn't mean anything! Anybody who knows either of you would still recognize you! I recognized you!" "You don't count. You're my husband. And Trey's your daughter." Time seemed to stand still. Briefly. WHAT? "Did I just say...?" Karla frowned. "You did. So Trey shot the video?" Her frown deepened. "Of course Trey shot it! Who else? Was it wobbly?" "Hunh?" "He kept moving all around..." Karla herself was on the move—toward me. "So now it's out there for all the world to see..." Karla shrugged. She was reaching out. "Who knows? Who cares? What if it is? So what? Hey!" she said, moving in closer than she had been in months. Her outstretched hand had reached its target—my crotch, and now she was fondling me and rubbing me. "So tell me," she asked confidentially, her painted lips so close to me I could smell the Newports on her breath. "Did it get you hot? Did it make you horny?" "The video?" "Of course the fucking video!" "Well, yes, sort of..." Karla had pulled back, a little. Through the zippered front of my slacks she was holding my stubbornly limp penis. "Did you cum just now? Watching it? Is that your problem?" "My...?" "Why you're in such a sour mood? You bad little boy. You little pervert. I should've known. Hey! What if there really are people out there who are willing to pay a thousand bucks for this stuff? A thousand, two thousand? We could take that trip to Italy we've been talking about. What do you say? We could make 'em ourselves. Fuck Trey! Britt's game, believe me. Just turn the camera on...Besides," Karla said in close-quarters summation, "you're ten times the photographer Trey is. He may know a lot about pianos but-" "Darling," I interrupted, trying to dodge her cigarette breath, "don't even go there, OK?" "I know! You could run an ad on Deanslist. You're good at that. Something-or-other you're looking for guys—people—willing to pay for you know kinds of videos. Amateur. Father-daughter, mother-daughter, father-son...we could pay some college kid. We-" "Karla, please." Though my hands were on her arms, somewhat restrainingly, she was still managing to knead the front of my pants, fiercely lost in her own little torrent of bad ideas. "This is vice-squad territory." "Vice-squad, smice-squad," she answered dismissively. Prostitution isn't illegal. Pornography I mean." "Will you listen to yourself? Please!" She leaned over and planted a juicy kiss—on my lips. "Think about it," she said. "That's all I'm going to say." Adding, after a second kiss, but with no less enthusiasm for her subject: "So how 'bout I make that chicken parm. You open the bottle of vino I bought. We have a nice dinner, get a little drunk, just like old times...Snuggle up together on the couch afterwards, just like old times, and watch the Oscars." "The Oscars were last night." "I know but I recorded it. So I could fast-forward through the commercials." "But we already know all the results!" I protested. (And by the way her hand was finally having an effect.) "Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud! I don't care about the results, I just want to see how all the women are dressed...," the word lesbian for some reason ripping across my mind. Karla planted another unexpected kiss. "What do you say? Dear?" "Of course. Sweetheart." My eyes closed. I was leaning forward. I was going to return the kiss. For the first time in months—no, years, I was going to be allowed to passionately kiss my beautiful wife's— The phone rang. "I'll get it," Karla declared, leaving me blindly kissing kitchen air. "Hello?...What do you want?...I've heard that before...Fat chance...Fat chance, buddy-boy...Fixing dinner...Your favorite, chicken parm...At the moment, yes...Will you stop it with my daughter?...Brittany thinks you're gay by the way...Yes she does...Then why were you always trying to do her up the ass?...Well, it proves something...We have no secrets you know, she tells me everything...EVERYTHING!...So you said...Like I believe that...When?...OK but you better come begging on your knees...I mean it!...I bet you will...I bet...A half hour then...Bye!" "Faggot!" Karla declared as she slammed the land-line down. "Guess who that was?" I'd already gathered up my keys. "I guess you'll want me to make myself scarce, per usual?" Karla advanced toward me offering false consolation. "I think it would be for the best, don't you? For one thing we don't want a scene. For another I need to sit down with this boy and have a serious heart-to-heart." And penis-to-vagina, I thought. "You know, I have to be fair to myself about this," Karla said arrogantly. "It's not every forty-something woman"—Karla was 50—"who has a man ten years her junior"—Trey was twelve years her junior—"for a boyfriend. A woman my age can't just take something like that for granted. And so what if he fucks my daughter on the side from time to time?" Well, that's settled I thought. Or rationalized. As dismissively as I could muster—though I was the one being unceremoniously dismissed—I said, "See ya." "Toodles," replied Karla, gayly. I sat in my stationary car for what must've been five minutes, head spinning, replaying a fantasy. I'm hiding behind the azaleas to the west of the driveway, armed with my vintage .30 carbine. The banana-clip is full. Something like 25 rounds. Ironically, the last time I fired the thing was when Trey and I went upstate to an outdoor range. Karla had lunch waiting for us when we returned, and afterwards she and Trey retired to the master bedroom for a long afternoon of sex. A veritable fuck-fest. That evening Trey joined us for a threesome date at the movies. Or I joined her and Trey I guess you could say. At any rate, it was his hand resting on her bare thigh for the duration of whatever lousy science fiction flick I had to endure. But now I'm waiting for Trey's beloved Toyota FJ Cruiser to pull up into the drive. As he emerges I step forward. I take aim. Trey has time only to raise his hands, hopefully. Fearfully. No words are spoken. I unload in him. The noise is deafening. A bloody Trey slumps to the asphalt. Twentyfive rounds having hit their skinny mark. Just like a black-on-white target. Thanks for the shooting lesson, buddy! Of course, as a result, I will spend the rest of my life in the penitentiary. But I can't help but think it would be worth it. And every time I get the prison blues I can just close my eyes and relive the sights and sounds and smells of that carbine kicking into my right shoulder as round after round hurtles from the short barrel into—and through—Trey's midsection... But in the end it was just a cuckold's fantasy. In the end I started the engine and drove away. I had three—four hours or so to kill. Where would I go, what would I do? Dinner somewhere then... Then it hit me: the movies! The fucking movies! The drive to the nearest cineplex would kill 20 minutes. Then an hour to eat at the adjacent Olive Garden, if I stretched things out. Then a couple hours sitting in the back row of some theater watching god knows what. Who cares? Life was good! If the theater was empty, which it very well might be on a Monday night, I might pull my pants down and spend the two hours playing with myself. Eyes closed, envisioning Trey and Karla going at it again in my bed... Or better yet, reliving Karla and Britt—mother and daughter—having prolonged and various lesbian sex on the self-same mattress... Movie night! What a great idea! Movie Night Ch. 03 Movie Night III: It Continues! I woke up early the next morning with Drew spooned up close behind my and my head resting on John's lower stomach. That's the only thing that actually convinced me that the previous night had been real. If I hadn't had a cock pressed against my ass and another one practically in my mouth, I would have been able to make myself believe it had all been a dream. John had a morning hardon that was quite impressive to see. It was thick and hard and pointing at me, and I decided that this was a golden opportunity that I couldn't let pass me by. I'd always wanted to be an "alarm clock" in this manner. I kissed his stomach and slowly, so as not to disturb him or Drew, moved down a bit and then kissed him again. I ran my index finger oh so gently up and down the shaft, marvelling at it's tumescence and smiling at how pink it looked in the dawn light coming through the window. I felt John shiver a little under my cheek, but he didn't seem to wake up. I leaned up, inadvertently pushing my ass back at Drew, and kissed the head, softly, licking around it and tasting a little bit of my pussy juice still left from the night before. I bit my lip as I slowly eased myself away from Drew and up onto my hands and knees so that I could take John fully into my mouth. I kissed his thighs and gently licked his balls before I opened wide and breathed hotly on his cockhead. I closed my eyes for a moment in anticipation of what I was about to do, then took him wetly into my mouth. I was almost drooling in my desire for him at this point and let my saliva drip down his shaft, lubricating it so that I could slide him in and out more easily. I heard him moan as he shifted his position, and I started to suck him harder and I sighed around his cock. He muttered something in confusion, then he looked down and saw me and he got the biggest smile on his face. I smiled back and eased off his cock to say good morning, then went back to it. He grabbed a pillow to put behind his head so that he could watch me fuck my mouth up and down on his cock, and I blushed, but wanted him to watch me. I blushed even redder when he woke up Drew because I "need something in that hot pussy of hers." But at the same time, I wasn't about to say no. Drew was soon fucking my pussy from behind and commenting that eventually he wanted to see my face while he fucked me. That gave me a fit of the giggles and I started choking on John's cock, but I soon got control of myself and was able to suck him, again. John told Drew to spank me again like he had last night since I seemed to really get off on it, and no sooner were the words out of his mouth than I felt a big, strong hand land with a slap on my ass. I closed my eyes and moaned around John's cock. "What do you know? She really does like it," Drew said with amazement, then he slapped me again. I came up for air again and told John that if he didn't start pulling my nipples like he had before that I'd stop sucking his cock. That definitely got him to do what I wanted. Between the spankings and the nipple play I was so hot and ready to cum, and I sucked John with even more enthusiasm, no longer going slowly, but speeding up so that he would give me his load. Drew started fucking me faster, too, and I felt him push a finger in my ass the next time he spanked me, and I was gone. I shuddered around his cock and moaned around John's, pausing in my oral ministrations while I let my orgasm rush through me. After recovering, I sucked him as hard as I could while lightly squeezing his balls and I was rewarded with his load streaming down my throat. Drew followed suit moments later. The collapsed, but this time I was still horny, so I knelt above them, fingering my pussy and pinching, pulling, and twisting my nipples until I came again. Then I walked out of the room, still completely naked, and went to have a shower. I turned the water on in the shower and while I waited for it to heat up, I idly stroked my pussy. It was a little tender from my recent activities, but I still felt tingles all through my lower body as my fingers traced up and down my lips. I gathered up some of the cum that was dripping out of me and smoothed it over my lips before sucking my fingers clean. I shook myself out of my trance and got into the shower. The warm water felt good as it slid over my body. My nipples, still slightly hard and very sensitive, thrilled to the feeling of the droplets hitting them. I stood under the spray, letting it soak my hair and and run down my skin. I leaned against the shower wall and and felt the gentle caressing of the water and thought back to what had just transpired. Soon, my hands were cupping my breasts, softly stroking the smooth flesh and just barely brushing my nipples, gasping slightly at the sensations that passed through me. I closed my eyes, enjoying the coolness of the tiles on my back and the warmth of water on my front, and my hands wandered down, over my stomach, across my hips, to my pussy that was once more on fire. My left hand opened my lips so that my right could stroke up and down my slit. I pinched my clit, causing my back to arch and a moan to erupt from my mouth. As my fingers rubbed back and forth on my clit, I lifted a breast to my mouth and sucked on a nipple, biting it lightly. With one last pinch of my clit, I shuddered and came. I heard a knock on the door, then. It was Samantha saying that she really needed to go and was I going to be much longer? I told her I was just washing my hair and would be another five or ten minutes, but that she could come in if she really needed to. The door opened and closed and then I heard the telltale sound of my best friend peeing. We chatted a bit about the movies and how I was amazed that I was actually liking them, then she asked the big question. "Are you and Drew a thing now?" And since she was my best friend, I took a deep breath and told her. She was intrigued. Movie Night Ch. 03 For the reader: Be forewarned that this story presents a subject that is considered risqué in most circles. If you are not prepared to read about consensual incest (maybe not technically but at least socially) between step-father and step-daughter please move on to a different story. The story is one of fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. If you have not read Chapters 1 and 2 of the story I highly recommend it to "set-the-stage" and give the reader a sense the circumstances leading up to this chapter. The story is truly designed to be read in entirety and is mainly broken up into chapters to provide an easier reading experience. In this installment of the story things continue to heat up and definite lines are crossed. This is the first story that I have ever written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have. * Once again, our family movie night came around and my step-daughter came down in a long nightshirt to watch. Not that you could really see anything, but it didn't appear as if she was wearing a bra underneath judging by the outline of her nipples against the thin cotton fabric. As usual, she decided to snuggle up on the couch with me and it wasn't long before I felt the slight tickle of her hand against me, lightly massaging my dick through my pants. Once again I felt her pull my arm up toward her chest and, when she stopped, was able to confirm her that she was braless since she left me cupping her breast through the shirt. One thing that I remember as odd though was that usually when she would pull my arm tight like that she would also press her body close to mine, almost like it gave her a sense of security. This time a slight gap remained between us with the only real contact being that of the hand that had remained near my crotch the entire time. A short moment later I found out why she had left that slight gap. Without any preface at all she slid her hand right into my pants and took gentle hold of my dick. Despite what had previously happened, I stiffened up in shock at her boldness but my rapidly hardening cock was giving away how much my body enjoyed her touch. I think that my real surprise was how quickly this had occurred...we were only about fifteen minutes into the movie. Even though I was only feeling her breast through the nightshirt, I could tell that her nipples were as hard as my cock was as she began to milk me like she had a few weeks before. This slowly turned into her actually stroking my dick in my pants. My precum was flowing and occasionally she would stop to spread it around the head a little. I found myself instinctively fondling her breast and even giving her hard nipple a little rub now and then but didn't make any motion to bare her chest to my touch. We had been going on like this for a while and both of our breathing was a little bit shallow when things progressed even further. Apparently, my step-daughter didn't like the feeling of my waistband against her wrist or maybe she felt like she just didn't have enough room inside my pants. To be honest, I never asked why when she stopped her stroking, pushing the waistband down a little and pulling my hard cock completely out of my pants. She continued to stroke me for a while, only stopping to smear my precum around or play with my balls a little. All of a sudden she stopped stroking and let go of me completely. I was wondering if I had done something wrong or somehow offended her. My next thought was that we had been caught but a quick glance around the room confirmed that everyone's eyes were glued to the movie that we were watching and seemed oblivious to what had just been happening on the couch only feet away. I didn't have much time for these thoughts before I realized that my step-daughter had other plans. She had pulled the hand that had been stroking me in front of her and was starting to scoot back toward me. I couldn't tell because of the blanket, but it appeared that she had her legs slightly open even though she was lying on her side. My next thought was actually one of fear. "No, she didn't actually intend to..." My thought was cut off as I felt her hand back around my dick, guiding me between her legs. As much as I enjoyed the feelings that she gave me, I was about to stop her because I was definitely mentally unprepared to fuck her when the head of my dick made contact...with panties. Whew! She had kept panties on after all and at least for now it appeared that she didn't have penetration on her agenda either. I felt her position me between her thighs against her pussy, with nothing but the thin layer of her panties between us. She started a slow movement of her hips that rubbed my dick against her clothed pussy, slowly stroking along. This felt wonderful, especially combined with the slight pressure that her thighs were exerting on my shaft. I could tell that it was affecting her as well from the way that her breathing had gotten very shallow and breathy. I couldn't be entirely sure if it was just my precum, but as she continued her movement on my dick, it seemed that her panties were getting wet. Where I had previously felt myself sliding over the thin material between us, it now felt like I was sticking to it a bit more. I had begun to push back ever so slightly and could feel cool air on the tip of my dick as it became exposed in front of her on each thrust. I was a little worried that we would be obvious to everyone in the room but as I glanced down, I could barely see any movement of the blanket at all and figured that the darkness of the room would hide that. The feeling and thought of her bare thighs wrapped around my dick had me ready to explode. This was even more so when she would occasionally reach down as the tip poked out the front and rub the precum around the head before resuming her gentle movement. The first time that she did this seemed a little apprehensive but after that, she seemed to have no reservation at all. My emotions were in turmoil, conflicted between how great it felt and the thought that this was my eighteen year old step-daughter that I had raised most of her life and had always thought of as rather innocent. I began to wonder what else she had done with other boys her age and, for the first time I assumed that she had become sexually active with her boyfriends. This went on for the rest of the movie and it was probably a miracle that I didn't cum all over her thighs. As the movie came to a close, she reached down and gave the head of my dick another rub until the precum had been completely absorbed into my skin. As she did so, she pressed the shaft more firmly into her crotch and continued the slight motion of her hips until I felt a slight shudder. Looking down, I could see that she was biting her lower lip and I realized that she had just had a mini orgasm using my dick to get her off. After that, she released me from between her thighs and reached back to tuck me back into my pants just as the credits were starting to roll. When she got up from the couch, two things happened. The first was that she leaned in while I was still lying down and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. It caught me off guard, but I remember that they were moist and slightly sweet. I almost missed her whisper "save it" to me as her lips left mine. The second thing was when she stood up, I could see her body profiled against the light of the TV and could easily see that both of her nipples were rock hard and were clearly outlined against her nightshirt. I found myself excited at the image but at the same time worried that everyone else would notice and wonder what was going on. That night was another restless one for me. My mind was racing and I couldn't believe what had just happened. I also couldn't help but wonder what she had meant when she told me to save it. I presumed that she meant that she didn't want me to cum, but my real curiosity was wondering what she had planned. It was to these thoughts that I finally drifted to sleep both excited and scared of the prospect. The next morning I awoke to find the room empty and judging by the sounds coming from downstairs, I was the last one to get up. Not feeling ready to face the world I decided to take a nice long shower. After the shower, I had just finished shaving and was at the sink with a towel wrapped around my waist when I heard the door to the bathroom open. Expecting my wife, I turned to give her a good morning kiss and was greeted instead by the sight of my step-daughter walking in, already dressed in tight jeans and a loose cowl sweater. "Honey, what are you doing...what about your mother, or your brothers?" I sputtered. "Mom had to take the boys shopping for new sneakers" she replied which I knew meant that they would be gone for a couple of hours or more. "Well, I need to get dressed," I stated. Seemingly ignoring my last comment or the fact that I was standing there in just a towel, she just kept on going as if this was entirely normal. "Dad, I need your help with something." "I'll be down in a few minutes sweetie," I replied. Again, she merely continued as she took another step toward me. "I've never seen a man's penis before." "But you took sex ed a few years ago, not to mention your bio class," I commented. She quickly answered "that was different...I mean, I've never seen one hard before." "What about your boyfriends?" I stated, remembering my assumption from last night. "No!" was her curt reply. "Well, I'm sure that we can find some pictures online easily enough." She kind of gave me that typical look of disgust that teens often give parents. "Dad...it's not the same...I want to see a real one." "But, honey..." She didn't wait for me to say anything more and apparently felt that the conversation was over because she quickly closed the few feet between us and simply took the towel off of me, tossing it behind her on the floor. There I was, standing completely naked less than a foot in front of my fully clothed step-daughter. Up until then I had been completely limp but standing there like that was a bit arousing and caused me to develop a slight chub. In the meantime, my step-daughter was merely standing there looking at it like I was some sort of science project. "Well, that won't do..." she muttered under her breath and reached out to take a hold of my member. This, of course, caused even more swelling but I still wasn't even close to having a full blown hard on which was apparently what she wanted. She began to stroke my dick back and forth, feeling it grow in her hand with every stroke. After only a few minutes of this, she had aroused me to such complete hardness that I could feel my dick throbbing with each pulse of my heartbeat. She then dropped down to a squat, putting my dick at eye level to her and continued her inspection. She kept it in her hand the entire time, moving it around to view from different angles, and giving it an occasional stroke to maintain the hardness. This seemed to last forever but in reality was probably only a few minutes before she finally let go. When she removed her hand, it sprung down and nearly hit her in the nose, startling her slightly. Recovering quickly, she reached up to check out my balls. She squeezed one a bit hard and elicited a gasp from me that finally snapped her out of her concentration. Until now it was almost as if I didn't exist and was simply a piece of meat that she was looking at. "Sorry, did that hurt?" she asked. I replied, "yes, sweetie. You need to be gentle with them. They can be very sensitive." As she continued to examine my balls, she was, indeed, more careful and caused no further pain. "Dad," she started, "there's one more thing..." "More," I thought. "I really want to see you cum," she continued. "That's why I asked you to save it last night." That's when it hit me. She knew last night that her mother and brothers would be gone this morning and planned this whole thing out. I couldn't believe what was going on but was beginning to feel quite manipulated. She didn't even wait for a response before she resumed stroking me. I'm not sure if she simply assumed that I would say it was alright or if she wasn't going to take no for an answer. Either way, there she was, still squatting in front of me looking straight at my hard dick inches away while she gave me a hand job. It felt good but her technique was pretty bad so I could tell that it would take a long time if I didn't do something. "Honey, you need to use more pressure...not too hard...put your thumb here...there, like that," I continuously directed as she adapted her form. "Hmmm, thanks," she replied as she worked on her form while watching my cock intently the entire time. Precum was starting to ooze from the tip a little and she took the opportunity to smear it around the head. I was pretty sensitive at this point and let out a soft moan at the change in sensation. She continued the hand job until I was dripping almost constantly. My breathing had gotten shallow and I had to hold onto the countertop to help keep my balance. As I leaned back, eyes closed, I felt sudden warmth at my crotch. I quickly looked down just in time to see that she had let the precum to build up on the head of my dick a bit and reached out her tongue to lick it off. She felt my change in position and looked up right after, making solid eye contact. Seeing the look on my face, which I can only imagine was one of incredulity, she said very matter-of-factly "I just wanted to see what it tasted like." I was definitely overwhelmed with shock and utter disbelief but damn did it feel good. I could tell that I wouldn't last too much longer if she kept this up and warned her so. "Can you tell when it will actually come out," she asked. "Right before, yes," I told her. "Cool, please tell me when," she remarked. I had no idea what she intended to do as she continued stroking me, giving another quick lick at the precum built up and then increasing her tempo. It took only a few more minutes before I had to warn her, "get ready, I'm close." She shifted my dick to the side a bit as she moved a little in the opposite direction, sped up a little more, and was staring intently at my dick anxiously awaiting my ejaculation. With a groan, I finally erupted, sending thick jets of cum flying through the air onto the floor right next to her. As my orgasm subsided, I looked down to see a look of astonishment on her face that turned into a smile. At that she simply stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom saying "thanks Dad" over her shoulder as she left. Movie Night Ch. 03 I looked overhead. A distant shower had come on. That could only mean one thing on a Saturday morning at eight o'clock. Our overnight guest, Trey, had been at it with my wife Karla again this morning. Trey always insisted on showering afterwards, even in the middle of the night (like last night, for instance). He was a clean freak. Not to mention a neat freak. As if on cue Karla thumped down the stairs in bare feet, a flowery silk kimono tightly wrapped around her thick but curvy body. She came over to the stove and kissed my left cheek. I put my arm around her waist and felt a tingle. We kissed briefly, on the lips. "How are you this morning?" she asked. "Fine." I looked up at the kitchen ceiling. "Again this morning?" Karla was re-cinching her kimono tie. I got the feeling she was naked underneath as, when my arm had encircled her moments earlier, I felt no panty waistband. I figured she'd wiped herself clean afterwards with tissues, or a wet washcloth. "What can I say?" she said. "He's insatiable." "You guys were pretty loud last night." "What?" drawing back. "Were you listening outside the bedroom door?" "No. I don't do that anymore. I could hear you through the walls though. In the guest bedroom." Karla turned away. "Earplugs. That's all I can suggest, darling." I poured my wife a mug of fresh coffee and passed it to her, as she settled her plump kimonoed ass onto a kitchen stool. Her fingers snapped. "I know! For Christmas I'll get you a pair of those self-canceling headphones!" "Noise-canceling?" I asked, setting milk and sugar on the counter. "Is that what they're called? Oh." I turned back to the stove. "That apron really becomes you, darling," Karla said. "Thanks," I replied grudgingly. Was she mocking me? Yet again? "I don't want to get stains on my new silk pajamas you bought me, that's all." "That's what I'm saying. It's YOU! Why do you think we bought it for you?" Fuck you, I thought but didn't dare say, picking up the spatula. The apron was pink, with white and grey horizontal stripes. When I opened the box, what could I say—to her and Trey, who'd gone shopping at the mall together on a Sunday? Thanks. "Hey!" Karla now said, or practically hissed. She waved a hand. "Come here." "Why?" "Come over here!" "I'm cooking!" "I don't want Trey to hear." "He's in the shower." "The water's stopped. Come over here a minute!" I sighed. Wiped my hand on my pinkish apron. Karla was leaning over the counter, way over. "You know what Trey called me last night when we were in the middle of it?" "By middle of it you mean...fucking?" She frowned. "Of course!" "No idea." Karla leaned even closer, her voice having fallen to a loud, hissy whisper. "Brittany. 'Oh, Brittany, baby.' Like that." Karla screwed her face up against my blankness. "Brittany? Our daughter Brittany? Ring a bell?" "Yes, I know who Brittany is, Karla." "Well?" "So?" "So do you think Trey's screwing Brittany now as well as me?" "No idea." I headed back to the stove. "You told me that time Trey was over there, over at Britt's apartment, when you went there for movie night? Didn't you?" I sighed again. "I saw him over there that one time." "And had they been...?" "No idea, like I say. He left, Britt and I had dinner and watched a movie." "Did you, like, check the bed?" "Why should I check the bed?" "For stains! Don't be so naïve! You know he refuses to wear a condom." "No, Karla, I did not check Brittany's bed for wet spots." She had risen off her stool. To lean even further forward. "Can you find out for me?" she whispered, urgently. "Find out what?" "If he's doing her?" "Did you ask Trey? Since when are you so shy?" "I did. He said no way. But then he said, about calling me Brittany, our bodies are so similar. What the fuck does that mean?" "Your bodies are similar?" "You should know," arms folding. "I'm just saying..." "Can you ask Brittany? Will you do that for me? Her and I...she never tells me anything anymore. You're much closer. Will you ask her at least? Shhh!" More muted thuds on the stairs. Trey came down dressed in penny loafers, tan socks, creased khaki trousers and a button-down striped shirt with a silver Cross pen clipped to the pocket. Trey was a born-again adherent of Ayn Rand. He held the Darwinian belief that the strong—capitalists, entrepreneurs (like him), rich people—were not only superior to the weak but had a right—an obligation, even—to exploit that weakness. In the way a hawk has the natural right to sweep down from the sky and scoop up an unfortunate rodent. Except in his eyes the rodent was not unfortunate; it was merely the weak prey of the superior hawk. A meal, in other words. Similarly, if Trey found out his old friend's wife was sexually unfulfilled in her marriage, if she confessed this to him in a vulnerable moment, he had every right—nay, philosophical obligation in his own mind—to move in, shove said weak, submissive husband aside and provide the wife with the fulfilling pleasures she so desperately longed for. And to do it, not illicitly, behind the husband's back (that would be a sign of weakness, in his eyes) but openly, in plain view. Right in front of the compliant (and complicit, incidentally) husband. As for the initially reluctant wife, well, over time she would come around to the view, urged on relentlessly by her horny would-be lover: If my Dickless Wonder husband doesn't care what we do... The hawk and rodent analogy, come to think of it, being a highly imprecise one. Since the rodent is not the hawk's friend; to the contrary. A better analogy might be a pack of wolves in the wild. Two males might travel together and live together but the one, the less strong, is a beta male, while the other proves to be the Alpha. Meaning he gets the females. Out of my way! Add to all this the fact that Trey, some twelve years Karla's junior, has a predilection for older woman, and you have the perfect bedroom storm so to speak. With me being on the outside looking in. Drowning, somewhat. Having reached ground floor, Trey came forward and kissed Karla on the back of her thick-cropped head, copping a quick silk feel at the same time. Then he slid onto the adjacent stool to the right, smiled brightly in my aproned direction and said, "Hey, old man! What's for breakfast?" Britt met me at her apartment door wearing, of all things, a Dallas Cowboys football jersey. Why, it beats me, as Brittany professes to hate all sports. Shopping is her sport. Below the mid-thigh hem her legs were bare and so were her feet, with their painted nails. Her breasts appeared loose under the oversized, numbered jersey. I wondered if my daughter was wearing panties. We hugged. She wasn't. "So what goodies did you bring for us tonight?" she asked. "All the fixings for Fettuccine Alfredo," I replied, setting the grocery bag on her marble kitchen counter. "Oooo, fattening." "One night won't hurt. You can eat salad the rest of the week." "True." I removed a very dry French Rhone wine from the sack—two bottles actually—my theory being that the wine's peppery dryness would serve as a perfect foil for the cheesy richness of the pasta. "Oooo, Reggiano Parmesan," Britt purred, removing the small cellophane-wrapped package from the sack. "The best." I'll say. $15.73 an ounce. I got out the corkscrew and opened one of the bottles and poured two glasses. And I must confess it drove me crazy seeing my 23-year old daughter dressed like this—wearing a long-tailed shirt and nothing under it. Our bodies bumped, my hand landing on her firm ass. We touched glasses. "Cheers!" I said. "To movie night!" As we worked side by side in the kitchen, occasionally bumping, I reluctantly said to my daughter, broaching a subject that was highly undear to my heart: "Um...your mother wanted me to ask you something." "That slut!" "Don't say that." "Why not? That's what she is." "Anyway," I said. "She wants to know if you're, um, doing Trey." "Doing him?" "You know...," I said vaguely, slurping some wine. "I don't know." "Fucking him." "Why didn't you say so?" "I thought I did. Was." "What if I am?" "Are you?" "What's it to her?" "Well, Trey and her are-" "Look," Brittany said, facing me, a hand on her chunky, jerseyed hip. "I'm not married like her, OK? I can fuck anybody I want. They're all fair game. She on the other hand..." I drank. Waited, shoulders hunched, for the other shoeless foot to drop. "She's married to you. That means she's cheating. That means she's a slut. And why oh why, daddy, for the thousandth fucking time, do you allow them to do it? In your own house!" As usual, there was a long pause. "It's a complicated story...," I replied, elusively. "My friend Jeremy—from college? Remember? He sent me this link to an article...about lifestyle cuckolds? Is that what you are? Do you, I don't know, for some reason get off on it? Like it? Encourage it? What fucking gives, dad? Tell me! I'm not blaming you, OK?" "Your mother-" "I'm not talking about mom!" bare foot stomping the tile again. "I'm talking about you and Trey and this...whole mess!" I took a deep breath. "You know what Wittgenstein famously said..." Britt rolled brown eyes. "Here we go with the philosophy shit again." "Wovon-" "Here, would you grate the cheese? Please?" Meanwhile Brittany put a pot of salted water on her gas stove. Now it was her turn to sigh, guiltily perhaps. "OK daddy, here's the deal. OK? The straight shit. So, like, a couple of months ago I run into asshole Trey at the Farmer's Market. It's Saturday morning. We chat. We catch up. He says, let's go grab a beer. It's, like, ten o'clock in the morning. I say, let's go back to my place—I'm like three minutes away—and I'll whip us up an omelet with these farm-fresh fucking eggs. He says cool. We come back here, we eat, we...A half hour later I'm in bed with him. What can I say? He says this is something he's been fantasizing about for...I can't even go there, but you get my drift." "He's known you for a long time," I said. "Yeah. Let's end it there, OK? So after that he's, like, bombarding me with texts, emails, phone calls...When can I come over again? I want you! I need you!...Bullshit like that. So he starts coming over, sort of on a regular basis—you ran into him that one night—and he's fucking me. Fine. I don't have a boyfriend, I don't have anything going on at the moment. Everybody in this fucking building except for me is gay, OK? So we have OK sex. Fine. I've had better but..." "TMI," I protested, weakly. "So one day the asshole says to me, OK, baby, we need to set this thing up. On, like, a regular basis. I come over, we fuck...It could be three or four times a week. I'm up to it! I'm free! I have my own business! "And I say OK, Trey. Maybe so. We'll see. But here's the deal: you stop fucking my mother, and embarrassing my dad, and I— He says, I'm not embarrassing your dad, he likes it. Gets off on it. It's all consensual. Me, your mom, whom I care very much about. Your dad...And I say to him: Here's my conditions. You stop fucking my mom and you can have me anytime you want. Well, within reason. He immediately says, No way, baby, I want BOTH of you. I love BOTH of you. And I say, this isn't love, this is sex. And he says this is what I mean, sexual friendship. I want both of you. I can handle both of you. I'm relatively young. I can fuck five, six times a week. Maybe seven. "And I'm thinking, lying there with his sperm inside me, you know? Like it means nothing? Asshole! How arrogant! So I said, OK, those are my conditions. You made your choice. Get out. "And he's like...in disbelief...WHAT? And I said get out of my apartment and don't come back! That was, like, two weeks ago. I haven't heard from him since." "Well," I said, sucking blood from my wound thanks to the cheese grater, "that was really...thoughtful of you, Britt. I guess. Thanks. I..." "You need a Band-Aid, dad? The water's boiling." After dinner we sat on Britt's futon, up in the couch position with the dowels inserted, a futon I had bought for her in college, and stained for her, and varnished...with her back to my front. The movie? Some chick-flick she'd ordered online via Stardust, and which I cared not the least about but at the same time knew I would remember tenderly, nostalgically, for the rest of my debased life, the fingers of my right hand dipping into the heavenly wetness between my daughter's thick thighs, my left hand kneading her left breast through the numbered jersey—a transcendent breast the size, though slightly firmer, fuller, of her mother's. I was kissing her nape, her cheek, her left ear, with all its piercings. "Oh daddy!" she cried. "Darling!" "Spend the night!" "I can't!" "Yes you can! Call home, tell mom you're...I don't know, too drunk to drive." "I AM too drunk to drive." "See? Make the call!" A now-jerseyless Britt helped me stab the numbers from one land-line into another,her breasts swaying. In fact they brushed—her erect nipples—against my shoulder blades as the home phone rang. Trey picked up. Fucker! Movie Night Ch. 04 For the reader: Be forewarned that this story presents a subject that is considered risqué in most circles. If you are not prepared to read about consensual incest (maybe not technically but at least socially) between step-father and step-daughter please move on to a different story. The story is one of fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. If you have not read Chapters 1 through 3 of the story I highly recommend it to "set-the-stage" and give the reader a sense the circumstances leading up to this chapter. The story is truly designed to be read in entirety and is mainly broken up into chapters to provide an easier reading experience. The ice has been broken, but where will it go next? Is her curiosity filled and will things return to normal or will they get hotter yet? This is the first story that I have ever written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have. * Once again, I found myself struggling with the thoughts in my head and what to do about the situation that had been developing between my step-daughter and me. After Saturday's ambush and subsequent hand job the rest of the weekend and following week seemed to go right back to normal. The things revealed on Saturday told me that despite being an eighteen year old young woman, my step-daughter had not had much experience with sex. Had the build-up of the last few months really been just a curiosity that she needed fulfilled? With things around the house seeming "normal" was that curiosity over? Did I need to say or do anything? So many questions abounded but as I had been apt to do so far, I didn't confront them but merely let the cards fall where they may. Friday quickly came around and movie night was upon us. I was still divided since I had enjoyed the feelings that she gave me but ultimately, I think that I hoped it was over. She came down in a long nightshirt that was styled like an oversized men's dress shirt. It was white, but since it had been made to be a nightshirt, was made of a very thick material so I couldn't tell what, if anything, she had on under it. "Wait a minute. Was I actually wondering about that," I thought to myself. "I thought that I wanted this to be over and done with." Once again I found myself plagued by my conflicted emotions. As I mentioned a while ago, the fact that she came down in a nightshirt really couldn't be read into. This was pretty much a norm in the house and a gross majority of people would not even consider the way she looked as indecent for a family setting. She climbed under a blanket with me as usual and we began watching the movie. After 30 minutes of watching with absolutely nothing having happened I began to think that I was in the clear. During the previous week's movie night it had taken only about 5 minutes before she was touching me and less than 15 before she had my dick in her hand. I guessed that her curiosity had been fulfilled but if that was really the case would I still be writing about it. I guess not. Another reason that I thought that we were back to normal was that she had left the blanket down low instead of covering herself all the way up to her neck. With it only pulled up to her ribs it would have been obvious to everyone if she had tried to bring my hand up to her breasts as had been recently occurring with frequency. Suddenly, she made a loud proclamation of disgust and sat up a bit while muttering about having dropped popcorn down her nightshirt. For a moment everyone's attention was drawn to her as she attempted to fish out the popcorn. Apparently having no luck, she undid a few of the buttons at the top of the shirt to gain better access to reach the offending piece of food. Even as she continued her ministrations, attention was drawn back to the movie and the event was quickly forgotten as she settled back down. I really didn't give it much more thought until a few minutes later. I happened to glance down and noticed that the buttons of her shirt were still undone. The way that she was laying was exposing most of her breasts to my view but was probably completely unseen if anyone else in the room had bothered to look over. At first, I averted my eyes but then I thought about how I had previously imagined that they might look based on the feel of them in my hand. Even in the room's darkness I was able to make out that I was looking at an exquisite pair of breasts. I could clearly see her areola but my view stopped just short of her actual nipple. In the darkness I could not discern the actual color of her areola but could tell that they contrasted nicely with the color of her breasts and were clearly outlined as perfect circles surrounding the nipple. I estimated them to be slightly larger than a quarter and found myself entranced by their beauty. A realization hit me that despite everything that had happened over the past few months, this was the first time that I had seen anything more of her than a parent normally would. She had seen me completely naked, played with my cock on a number of occasions, and had even made me ejaculate but I hadn't seen anything and had only held her breast in my hand a few times. I tried to dismiss it, but for the first time I truly felt a longing desire to see more of her nubile body. I was, however, able to curb these thoughts, trying to believe that things had seemed to return to normal and I was not going to change that. I told myself that my step-daughter had merely been curious and had used me, probably so that she would not feel embarrassed in front of some buy that she wanted to do things with. I really don't remember much about the rest of the movie because, try as I might, my attention kept returning to the wondrous sight of her nearly bared breasts. They remained exposed to me all the way until the movie had ended and she got up to head to bed. When she stood to go upstairs, the nightshirt fell into place naturally and you couldn't even tell that it was unbuttoned as far as it was. Nothing else had happened that evening so I once again found myself thinking that things were normal and that she just didn't realize how exposed she had been. The next morning came around and I headed downstairs to find my wife and step-daughter had already started working on our typical weekend chores. I jumped right in to help and a short while later; both boys came down and did the same. Having ignored the typical Saturday morning laziness that we normally exhibit, we found that we were completely done with the chore list shortly after lunch. With the rest of the day as ours, my step-daughter announced that she was going to do a little shopping with one of her friends and would be home by dinner. A short while later her friend arrived and the two of them headed off to the mall. The rest of the family started a variety of other activities and, in general, had a productive, yet relaxing day. My step-daughter kept true to her word and was home before dinner, walking in the door with a handful of bags just as the rest of us were setting the table and getting ready to sit down. She ran up to her room to drop off her purchases and came down carrying a small bag that I recognized as being from a music and video store. "Dad...look at what I found," she said pulling out a video that we had been anxiously awaiting the release of. "Can we watch it tonight? Please." Seeing her purchase, the boys immediately started chiming in as well. We normally don't have a second movie night on the weekend but, having completed all of our chores in record time plus a few extras and the mounting pressure from the whole family, I conceded. Truth be told, I really wanted to watch the movie as well and didn't really want to wait another week knowing that it was in our house the entire time. After dinner we all cleaned up together and then headed in various directions to get ready for the movie. We agreed to all be in the family room by eight thirty to start. I ended up being the last one to arrive, walking in the room only two minutes prior to our appointed time to find everyone in their usual spots, anxiously awaiting my arrival. Since I was usually behind my step-daughter while we watched, she quickly hopped off the couch stating "go lie down, Dad. I'll take care of the lights." When she got up I noticed that she was once again wearing the white men's dress shirt style nightshirt but something seemed different to me. It took a moment to place what was different, but right as she turned the lights off, it hit me...I could swear that I saw the pinkish-red outline of a bra and panties underneath the shirt. Now, why should this be odd, you ask? Well, there are a few reasons...for one, as has previously been mentioned the shirt is quite thick and normally wouldn't show anything. The other was that every time I had done laundry for the family, I could only recall seeing simple white or beige cotton underwear come out of my step-daughter's hamper. I wasn't sure if I was imagining things but put the thought out of my mind since I couldn't tell with the lights off anymore, anyway. About a half hour into the film she reached between us and very matter-of-factly took a hold of my cock and pulled it out of my pants. Despite the fact that it was completely soft and her action came unexpected it took less than a minute and only two or three tugs before she had a raging hard on in her hand. She lightly stroked me for a few minutes and then started to place my dick between her legs as she had done the week before. As I slid between her thighs I found myself again feeling that something seemed off; well, other than the fact that my teenage step-daughter was playing with my cock. The sensations that I felt where I was in contact with her panties were smooth and silky and were in complete contrast to last week. I had a sudden flashback to the faint outline that I had perceived right before she turned out the lights and wondered just what she had on underneath the shirt. As she began to slowly gyrate around my hard on, she reached over grabbing my hand and gently pulled it to her stomach. My fingers made first contact with her skin just above her belly button and she pressed my hand flat against her, open palmed. With her hand still guiding mine, she slowly slid it up toward her chest. I found myself savoring the feeling of her soft skin as I grazed it lightly until I came to the underside of her breast. As my hand rounded her gentle curves I felt the smooth silk of a presumably sexy bra followed by frilly lace that began just below her nipple and stopped about an inch above it. Although I couldn't see it, I imagined that this was a very sexy bra that she was wearing. As the movie played, we continued as well. She was slowly moving her hips back and forth as I gently rubbed her supple breasts and played with her nipples through the lace of her bra. I could feel the moistness develop through her silk panties and was thoroughly enjoying the sensations that I was receiving. After a short while I felt her hand return over top of mine. My step-daughter began to guide me again, first over each of her breasts and then dipping our hands under the lacy top of one of her bra cups to feel and play with the hardened nipple hiding below. Removing our hands from the bra, she guided my palm over her ribs and toned stomach, lightly touching virtually every inch of exposed skin. As we passed her belly button, I noticed that we still hadn't encountered any interference from the nightshirt. Finally, she rested my hand at the top of her panties where I felt lace edging followed by smooth silk just like the cups of her bra. I couldn't help but imagine how beautiful she must look in such a set. All too soon, she returned my hand to her breast, leaving it there for the rest of the movie. As the end of the movie approached, I expected her to break off so that we could compose ourselves but no such thing happened. As my wife and the boys started to get up and head upstairs she simply remained in front of me, holding my hard dick between her legs and pinning my hand against her breast with hers. "I want to watch the special features," she stated. "You want to watch them with me, Dad?" As I started to mumble something I heard my wife comment, "well, it is too late for me, so I'm heading up to bed. You two enjoy..." She then leaned down and gave me a kiss making me extremely nervous that she would realize that I had my hand on her daughter's breast or that my dick was out of my pants nestled between the girl's thighs. No such thing happened though and she simply stated "I'll probably be asleep when you come up so I'll see you in the morning honey." She proceeded to whisk the boys toward their bedrooms, leaving the two of us lying there in near darkness. We did actually watch a number of the special features on the disk until there were no longer any sounds of movement coming from upstairs. Once she felt that we were safe, my step-daughter released me from between her legs and slid off of the couch onto the floor, kneeling. With her nightshirt unbuttoned, I could see a distinct outline of her bra against her pale skin but couldn't make out any detail in the dark, shadowy lighting. She made a motion for me to stay as I was, took me in her hands and started gently stroking me. Without stopping, she leaned over me and brought her lips to mine. At first we simply enjoyed a long sensual kiss on the lips. After breaking the kiss, she remained over me so I brought my hand up to fondle her breast some more. Next, she leaned in again, and as we kissed I felt her lips begin to part. I responded in kind and began to use my tongue, first on her lips and then in a wonderful French kiss. I don't think that I had ever had a kiss that was so sensual and elicited such feelings before. It was simply beautiful. After that wonderful, lingering kiss, she sat back a bit and concentrated on the hand job that was still in progress. Between the stimulation throughout the movie and the post-movie bliss that we were sharing, I knew that I wouldn't last too much longer. As she had done when she came into my bathroom previously, she leaned down and licked a little precum off of the tip of my dick and seemed to savor its flavor. Next, though, she surprised me by first kissing, and then licking the head. Hearing me moan slightly, she even placed her mouth over my dick and took the head completely into her mouth as she continued to stroke the shaft. She backed off once again and told me to warn her when it was coming which wouldn't be long by my assessment. Feeling my impending orgasm I told her that I was almost there and received another surprise from her in return. When I told her that I was close, rather than move out of the way as I had expected, she leaned down and took the tip back in her mouth. She locked her lips around my shaft just under the head and swirled her tongue over the top. Unable to take any more, I exploded forcefully with a grunt and followed it with about three more solid jets of cum before the orgasm subsided and I started to soften a bit. To her credit, she kept her lips locked the entire time and didn't back off at all even though the amount of cum must have been a lot since some had oozed out the corners of her mouth. Finally releasing my dick, she swirled the cum in her mouth for a second and then swallowed it all down. She let out a little "mmmm..." as she stood up and then leaned down, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and walked toward the stairs saying "goodnight Dad. See you in the morning." A little overwhelmed, it took me a moment to recover. I started to compose myself and noticed a slightly sweet, yet salty taste on my lips and realized that it was a little trace of my cum from when she had kissed me. Normally, I would never have thought of tasting a man's cum before but for some reason the thought that it got there from my step-daughter's lips made it extremely erotic. I finished cleaning up and headed to bed for a night of peaceful sleep, dreaming about what happened the whole time. As morning came around, I found myself in the kitchen with my wife eating breakfast at 10:30. The boys had already eaten and were in the family room watching TV but we still hadn't seen any sign of my step-daughter. I had just finished eating and was taking care of my dishes when my wife said "will you go wake up sleeping beauty before she wastes the whole day away," referring, of course, to my step-daughter. To be honest, I was a little nervous since everyone was awake and it was daytime but responded with "sure, hon," and trundled upstairs. As I arrived at her room, I gave a rap at the door and called her name but got no reply. I did it again with the same results and figured that she was simply too far gone to be woken up this way so I slowly opened the door. The sight that greeted me as I opened the door took me a bit by surprise. She had completely removed the nightshirt and it was crumpled up on the floor and was lying on her stomach with the sheets only pulled up to her waist. She was still wearing the lingerie from last night and was a beautiful sight even though most of it was hidden underneath her. The previous night's guess of red had been correct as I saw her wearing a rose colored bra that appeared to be quite expensive; definitely something new. I could see a hint of the lace at the side of her breasts and the silk straps going around her back and over her shoulders but saw no sign of a closure. "Must be front-close" I guessed but didn't remember that from last night. As I took a quick glance around, I noticed one of the shopping bags from yesterday's foray with her friend was from a popular lingerie shop at the mall. My next thought was that it seemed way too large of a bag for a bra and panties. "What else did she buy there," I wondered. She was, indeed a tough one to wake that morning and it took a nice bit of shaking to get her to stir. Once I did though, I saw a big smile appear on her face realizing that it was me at her bedside. "Morning Dad," she said and sat up on the edge of the bed. The sheets that had been covering the lower half of her body simply fell away to her side and I got my first real view of this young beauty. Her body was exquisite. I couldn't see a flaw anywhere on her skin, her proportions seemed just right, and her breasts were a perfect handful with a youthful shape to them. The designer lingerie that she had bought accentuated everything with its rose color in a perfect complement to her skin tone. Next, my step-daughter simply stood up and closed the couple of feet between us giving me a good morning kiss and saying "that was a great movie last night, wasn't it?" She didn't seem to care in the least that all she had on was a bra and panties and they didn't cover much really. I was almost frozen in place by the sight before me and couldn't take my eyes off of her as she crossed the room to her closet. She grabbed her towel and began coming back toward me, apparently headed to the dresser. As she crossed the room, she popped open the front clasp of her bra and took it completely off, right in front of me. For the first time since she was a young child, I was looking at her completely bare chest. This time there was no shirt, no bra, no anything to obstruct my view. To say that I thought that her breasts looked perfect wouldn't be saying enough. I knew that this image wouldn't ever go away. Lost in reverie, I almost didn't notice as she started to head out of the room saying "I'm going to go shower. Let Mom know that I'll be down in a few." I think that if it wasn't for her comment that I might have still been standing there with my mouth open. Movie Night Ch. 05 For the reader: Be forewarned that this story presents a subject that is considered risqué in most circles. If you are not prepared to read about consensual incest (maybe not technically but at least socially) between step-father and step-daughter please move on to a different story. The story is one of fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. If you have not read Chapters 1 through 4 of the story I highly recommend it to "set-the-stage" and give the reader a sense the circumstances leading up to this chapter. The story is truly designed to be read in entirety and is mainly broken up into chapters to provide an easier reading experience. The ice has been broken and innocence is lost, but where will it go next? I hope that the slow and tentative build-up has given a truly erotic, believable experience to the readers. This is the first story that I have ever written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have. * The next week and a half was extremely busy for me at work with a number of projects that I was responsible for coming to a close. Leaving by 5 in the morning and arriving home after 8 at night didn't leave much time to spend with the family nor allow for a lot of thought to the events of the past few months with my step-daughter. It wasn't until the following Thursday that I got home before dinner having finally concluded the projects. As we sat down to dinner, it seemed like the whole family wanted to catch me up on things at the same time; my wife's women's group activities, my step-daughter's work and school, my step-son's art club at school, and my son's sports and scouting schedule. I was having a little trouble trying to take all of it in at once but it was readily apparent that an awful lot had been going on and knowing how overloaded I was, my wife had simply decided to make the decisions and fill me in later. We usually know how the other would act and support each other's decisions with the kids to avoid the "mom and pop" routine so I didn't expect any issues. The first change that would affect me was a change to our "movie night" making it two. The previous weekend had a repeat of the prior hard-charging chore completion on Saturday morning so my wife had decided that if we were to continue we could do both Friday AND Saturday night movies each week. I didn't mind but I secretly wondered how much my step-daughter had spearheaded this effort. Friday night came quickly and the family settled down to an all-star action film. My step-daughter arrived this time in a short nightgown that elicited remarks from my wife very quickly since this was the first time that she had ever worn quite adult looking sleepwear in our presence. "What is that?" my wife asked. "What?" was the reply. "You know what, young lady." "Mom, it's no big deal. I just found it very comfortable so I got it." Just as my wife started to open her mouth to say something my step-daughter virtually ended any argument by continuing "it's not like it shows anything more than my normal nightshirts..." which was, indeed a true statement. It looked to be made of black silk and even in the full light of the room was dark enough that I couldn't see through it. There were straps across the shoulders but the neckline was high enough to not really show any cleavage and the bottom came down to mid-thigh. The only "objectionable" thing that I could see was the way that the material draped her breasts. It may not have been terribly revealing but I, for one, thought that the way the material hung on her frame and stood out against her pale skin and light colored hair was sexy as hell. At that, my wife simply muttered "well..." and turned away, apparently with no further argument to her attire... Realizing that the discussion was over, she turned toward me and slid under the covers rubbing the sexy material against me. As she lay down, she made a bit of a show settling in under the covers as the boys came down and turned the lights out. Unbeknownst to everyone else in the room, that show was for their benefit and was really only to hide the fact that in reality she had shoved my tee shirt up over my nipples and at the same time, manipulated my sweat shorts down until they were at my knees. Her final act had been to use one of her feet to hook the shorts and push them down until they were just above my ankles. She did this so deftly that I was really in no position to say anything without causing a lot of trouble for both her and me so I simply allowed her ministrations and neither did, nor said anything. On top of all of this, my step-daughter had applied a small amount of a subtle perfume that's scent was simply intoxicating. The combined effect was downright sublime. My dick was rapidly reaching hardness and, unfettered, was pointed up at my chest. I could feel her bare legs against mine and the smooth silk of the nightgown against my skin. I was already quite enjoying the feeling of it rubbing my nipples, stomach, and dick and the movie hadn't even started yet. I knew that she had been getting more forward as of late but this was taking things to a whole new level. Each movement that she made was driving me toward ecstasy and, in turn, was slightly raising the hem of the nightie. Only about fifteen minutes into the film, I felt the hem slide above the tip of my dick. As it slid over the tip, my cock, now completely unconstrained, popped out a little and nestled in the crack of her ass. I let out a subtle gasp as I felt her bare ass cheeks against my skin. All the while I had been feeling her supple breasts through the silky fabric of the nightie and could feel her hard nipples slightly tenting the material. She spent the next few moments moving her ass up and down around my dick before reaching between her legs to grab my member and position it between her thighs. Believing her to be naked under the nightgown, I was again worried that she intended to go further than I was prepared but was saved by the silky sensation of panties as the tip of my dick made contact with her crotch. It was already soaked with her juices but I realized that it couldn't be anything more than a small g-string or thong. Visions of this and how she must look had my mind reeling. I found myself a more active participant and didn't wait for any guidance from her. I slid my hand up the smooth silk and began rubbing her breasts and toying with her nipples. They had become extremely hard like pencil erasers and were quite sensitive judging by her reactions to the light pinches and flicks that I was giving them. As she started grinding her hips, the sensations of both her thighs wrapped around my dick and the silk of her nightie sliding over me combined with her intoxicating scent had me reeling. There was no doubt that I was enjoying this way too much but I simply couldn't help how great it felt. Based on her shallow breathing she was enjoying it as well. She continued her gentle rocking for about 45 minutes, occasionally pausing to allow us to come down a bit, and it was a miracle that I hadn't exploded all over her thighs. The next thing I knew, she had disengaged herself from me and hopped up while asking her mom to pause so that she could go to the bathroom. A few minutes later she returned and slid back under the covers with me. As the movie started to play, I felt her grab my cock and return it between her thighs. As I felt the bareness of her ass and thighs I gave a slight thrust forward and was greeted with a new sensation. Where I had expected to contact her panties, I was suddenly met with slippery warmth. It became readily apparent that my step-daughter had removed her panties while in the bathroom and I was now sliding between the outer folds of her sopping wet pussy. To say that it felt sensational wouldn't be doing it justice. She was extremely wet and her juices were freely flowing over my dick, allowing it to slide between her legs with ease. I was a little nervous at the new development and stopped my thrust only to feel her quickly respond and move back toward me until her ass was firmly against my hips. She continued to roll her hips and I could feel myself sliding back and forth through her slippery folds. Occasionally I would even feel a slight bit of resistance at the tip as I slid forward making contact with the underside of her clit. She seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself and was thrusting a little harder against me when her labored breathing stopped and her thighs clenched around me. Feeling a sudden gush of warmth around my cock, I realized that she had just cum from the repeated contact with her clit and the feeling of my dick in her folds. Eager for release, I wanted to continue but apparently she was too sensitive from her orgasm and kept her body tightly against mine preventing further movement. We remained like that for the remainder of the movie and as it came to an end composed ourselves. Despite not having cum, I slept very soundly that night, awash in the memories of that night. My imagination was running rampant and was combining thoughts of that night with visions of her almost naked body in the red lingerie merged together. I found myself truly lusting after her and was anxiously awaiting the following night's movie. The next morning, I couldn't look at her without imagining her soft folds and lithe body against mine. She did give me the occasional knowing grin but the day was uneventful and quite normal. As the evening came to a close and the family movie approached, I felt like a teenage boy ready to go "park" for the first time. My nerves were aflutter and I kept checking to make sure that everything was set for that evening...shower -- check, shaven -- check, teeth brushed -- check... I made sure to wear loose fitting shorts and even considered going shirtless but decided against it in the end. I was checking my watch with frequency and caught myself pacing at one point. Anxious as I was, I was the first one in the family room and had to wait for everyone else to come down. My step-daughter was the last to arrive and looked extremely plain compared to her sexiness of the night before. She had on no makeup, had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing an old oversized tee shirt that came down to just above her knees. I almost felt disappointed thinking that it meant that nothing was likely to happen. I couldn't have been more wrong. She snuggled up to me under the covers and for the first 20 minutes remained like that. For the first time, I found myself the instigator as I ran my hand up her sides and across her breasts. I was quite happy to feel that she wasn't wearing a bra. I don't know if she had been waiting for me to initiate things or if she had merely felt that enough time had passed but she started to respond quickly. As I felt her nipples hardening under the shirt, her hand came between us and began rubbing my dick through the shorts. It didn't take long before she grew tired of the interference and reached her hand inside them. She shoved the back of her wrist against my waistband and I took it upon myself to let go of her breast and use my hand to slide the shorts over my hips. As I returned it to her breast, I ran it up the smooth skin of her thigh and across part of her ass, slightly lifting the bottom of her shirt as I did so. She played with me for a few minutes and then let go, bringing her hand around to her front. I could feel her legs part slightly followed by the graze of her fingertips against first my scrotum and then around my shaft. After a moment or two of stroking, she pulled me between her thighs and began that subtle roll of her hips that she had perfected so well. Her body was positioned slightly higher on mine that normal so all that I could feel at first was the envelopment of her thighs. After a few thrusts I began to feel the tip of my dick emerging in front of her and felt a slight tickle of her pubic hair. I found myself ecstatic that she had come down without panties and couldn't wait to feel her folds surround me. As we continued our undulations, I finally felt my head come in contact with her pussy and was greeted by a very different feeling than the previous night. Her lips remained closed and I could actually feel my dick pressing against, rather than sliding through, her pussy. Despite being a quite different sensation, I was thoroughly enjoying it and was starting to ooze precum. That little bit of lubrication changed everything... On the next thrust forward, I felt myself start to slide between and part her lips. As soon as it did, I found a gush of her juices against my dick like floodgates had been suddenly opened. She let out a soft moan and left her mouth slightly open, breathing heavier. The angle of our bodies had me sliding up through her folds right across her clit in full contact the entire time. The first time that the tip hit her clit, she let out a little gasp and followed it by some almost imperceptible coos. Thank goodness for a good surround sound system to help drown out the slight noises that she was making. For the next while we continued like this with me grazing her clit with long, slow strokes while I fondled and rubbed her firm breasts and played with her hard nipples. To me at least, it was obvious that my step-daughter was in sheer bliss. On my next thrust, I felt her shudder in a mini orgasm that shook her entire body and paused to allow her to fully experience the sensations. After a moment, I pulled back again to resume our thrusting, and upon going forward realized that her orgasm had slightly changed the angle of our bodies together. I felt the head of my dick penetrate between her lips and quickly align itself with my step-daughter's pussy and begin to enter the channel to her womb. I had not intended to penetrate her so stopped immediately but felt like her pussy sucked me in a bit and the entire head of my dick was enveloped in her hot, wet pussy. Scared, I started to pull out only to have her quickly reach her arm behind her and grab my hip firmly, stopping me from moving. We both remained completely still with the tip of my dick buried inside her. Her mouth hung open a little and her breathing had become rapid and shallow. Her eyes had opened wide in shock but then slowly started to gently close as a smile developed across her face. For what seemed like an eternity, we stayed like that, until finally she turned her head slightly toward me and whispered "leave it." "But..." I quietly responded, "what about..." She cut me off. "It's OK. I'm safe. Let me. I want this." She must have been having extraordinary sensations because in between each little comment I could feel her pussy give my cock a good squeeze and hear her let out a heavy breath. Slowly, she began to resume a slow movement of her hips and I decided to remain still and allow her to control the penetration. After a few moments, her motion slightly increased and I could feel myself start to slide in and out of her tight grip. Very slowly, I could feel that the depth of my penetration was increasing and after about a centimeter felt the tip of my dick hit resistance. Now, based on the few things that my step-daughter had told me before as well as her reactions tonight, I shouldn't have been surprised but reality had hit me that she was a virgin and I was pressed against her hymen. As much as part of me wanted to, I didn't feel right taking her virginity...especially not here, not now. Her first time shouldn't be like this. "Sweetie, not like this," I breathed. "No," she agreed. For the next while we really didn't move much. I continued to play with her breasts and occasionally she would withdraw until I was barely inside of her and then slide back until I was pressed firmly against her hymen. Realizing that the movie was almost over, my step-daughter reached up to grab my hand that had been playing with her breasts and brought it right down to her groin. For the first time, I could feel her wispy pubes at my fingertips and began to lightly tickle them. Apparently wanting release, she pressed my hand firmly against her and put my index finger directly over her clit. Realizing what she wanted, I took over playing with it as she thrusted back and forth over the tip of my dick, slowly increasing speed as her orgasm approached. Right as the climactic scene of the movie peaked so did my step-daughter. I could feel her pussy clench around the head of my cock, throbbing as each wave of her orgasm hit. Her grip was so tight around me and the orgasm so powerful, I found that I couldn't hold back any longer and came, unleashing a powerful torrent of cum inside of her. The feel of my hot juices in her pussy only seemed to drive her wilder and we continued to cum together in orgasmic bliss. As soon as the movie ended, she hopped up off of the couch and headed toward the stairs. Apparently forgoing kisses, she said "goodnight everyone" over her shoulder. Right as she hit the base of the stairs, I realized why she was departing so hastily...I saw a slight reflection from the light of the TV on her thigh and realized that she had our cum running down her leg. At that moment I couldn't think of anything hotter in the entire world. Movie Night Ch. 06 For the reader: Be forewarned that this story presents a subject that is considered risqué in most circles. If you are not prepared to read about consensual incest (maybe not technically but at least socially) between step-father and step-daughter please move on to a different story. The story is one of fiction and the characters are all above the age of consent. I have tried to write it as realistically as possible but it should be treated as the fiction that it is, no more, no less. If you have not read Chapters 1 through 5 of the story I highly recommend it to "set-the-stage" and give the reader a sense the circumstances leading up to this chapter. The story is truly designed to be read in entirety and is mainly broken up into chapters to provide an easier reading experience. Her innocence is lost, but will her virginity be next or will she save herself? What does the future hold for this young woman and her step-father? This is the exciting conclusion to a long story. I hope that the slow and tentative build-up has given a truly erotic, believable experience to the readers. This is the first story that I have ever written so I do look forward to any comments or constructive criticism that you may have. I already have plans for a sequel to this story but would like to get some reader feedback before I spend a lot of time writing it. Tell me what you think. * For the next few days I found my mind reeling over thought of the events of the past few months. I recalled how things had started changing between my step-daughter and me shortly after her eighteenth birthday, first with her grinding her hips and ass into my groin and later her hand causing my dick to slightly swell and my very first impure thoughts about her. As things progressed, she had gotten bolder and actually held my dick in her hand, placed my hand on her bare breasts, walked in on me naked and gave me a hand job watching me ejaculate, and later held me between her thighs to dry hump me. She had gone out and purchased some sexy lingerie and had worn it for me on a few occasions, bared her breasts to my sight, and even flaunted some of the lingerie in front of her mother. The past weekend, however, was the clincher; she had put my dick against her bare pussy and cum all over it and the following night had ended up with the tip inside of her, cumming against her still intact hymen. Our actions had gone from a normal father/daughter relationship to just shy of having intercourse in a relatively short period of time. If I had been asked if I could ever imagine this a few months ago I would have laughed but now I felt myself longing after the young woman that I had raised. I wanted more. There was a small part of me that secretly desired to bring her to full womanhood and take her cherry but I would have been more than happy to merely continue what we had already been doing. The fact that most of this had happened in the presence of the rest of the family without their knowledge added to the excitement. The day following our last episode was a normal Sunday for the family. My step-daughter had a slight glow about her and didn't seem bothered in the least that things had gone further than even she had planned. I had been a little bit concerned that she would be awkward around me, possibly even causing us to be discovered but luckily nothing of the sort happened. Once during the course of the day, we found ourselves alone for a few quick minutes in the kitchen and she quickly came over to me and planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Thanks for last night, Dad," she commented. I opened my mouth to start to say something and she quickly put her index finger against my lips in a sign to remain quiet. "It was wonderful," she continued. "I didn't expect THAT to happen, but I'm so glad that it did. I loved it. And..." She paused for what seemed a very long while and then finished her thought. "After I went upstairs, tasted us together...it was sooooo good." She then put a slightly coy expression on her face and hooked the very tip of her finger in her mouth giving me a demure look while at the same time appearing playfully innocent. "Together," she went on, "was better than when I tasted you a few weeks ago and better than when I have tasted myself when I masturbate." "I liked it so much that it got me horny again and I had to play with myself just to be able to go to sleep." The thought of her lying in bed fingering herself had me tenting my pants under the bar counter in no time. She then began "I want to..." but the thought went unfinished when one of her brothers walked back in the room. I spent the rest of the day wondering how she had intended to finish that sentence. Tuesday morning, just before my lunch hour I got a call from my wife who had, unfortunately, just been delivered some bad news. She had just gotten off of the phone with her mother and had been told that her Dad was in the hospital. Apparently, my mother was pretty distraught so my wife wanted to go visit and, if nothing else, offer some moral support. I told my wife to see what flights were available and assured her that we would figure out the finances to make it work. I assumed that I'd be fending for myself for a while but knew that I could handle it. That evening, I got home and gave my wife a big hug. "How'd it go?" I asked. "Well," she replied, "I found some seats for tomorrow morning but I have to change them now." "Why, what's the problem?" I asked. "I had completely forgotten about the spring tryouts on Thursday. You know how important they are and they're just one day only." She was talking about our daughter's Track and Field tryouts. She had been competitive for years and, I knew, would be devastated to not make the team in her Senior year; especially after she missed the all-state team by less than a half second last year. She was intent on making it this year but wouldn't even get the opportunity unless she was on the team. My wife continued, "and the Science Fair next week." Our 14 year old son was a big science geek and had been working on his project for over a month now with one of his buddies. The fair was schooled to be next Wednesday. "You should be back by then, right?" I asked. "Probably," she replied, "but he told me that he has to take observations on the experiment this weekend and then the two of them need to put all of the findings together for the presentation." "Are you OK with looking after them for a few days? I know that you have to work but they are old enough to pretty much take care of themselves so you shouldn't need to really do much." Knowing that she was right and seeing how the timing couldn't be worse for the two kids, I conceded. "I'm not too busy at work right now so I'll try to get home a little earlier than normal to help them out. When do you think that you'll be coming back?" My wife responded "I'm not sure but I imagine that we should know more within the next few days." The decision was pretty much made that my wife and our youngest would head across the country and I would stay with the two older kids. My wife headed off to change the reservations and then to call her mother and let her know that the two of them would be coming out. The rest of the night was spent packing and the following morning I dropped them off at the airport on my way to work. That evening I returned home from work to find that the kids were chipping in to keep things running smoothly around the house. My son had taken care of a bunch of the routine chores and my step-daughter was already preparing dinner. Shortly after dinner we got a call from my wife to let us know that they had arrived safely and that her dad was in critical condition but was considered stable. She didn't yet know when they would be coming home but I reassured her that we had things under control and to help her mother as much as she could, taking whatever time she needed and not worrying about us. The next morning I wished my step-daughter luck on her tryouts and headed off to work. Knowing that she would be coming home late from school, I tried to wrap as much up as possible yet still get home early enough to help my son out with things and not leave him home alone too long. When I did get home, I found him deep into his homework and excited about the final stage of his science project that was coming to a close. After a long dissertation about all that remained for him to do, he asked if he could spend the weekend at his friend's house. He cited how much time they would save by not having to go back and forth across town all weekend. He and his buddy had apparently already given this speech to the friend's parents because he through in that it was OK with them. I wasn't really worried about them getting in trouble because I knew how big a deal this project was to my son but was a little concerned that the two boys would end up driving the parents crazy being there for the entire weekend. I gave them a call and was reassured that it was alright with them and we agreed that he would go over there after school on Friday and would be home by dinner on Sunday. Right as I was getting ready to put dinner on the table, my step-daughter burst in the door and virtually jumped into my arms. "I made it Dad!" she exclaimed, giddy like a little schoolgirl. I really hadn't had any doubt that she would make the cut but was excited for her none the less and congratulated her telling her that we should celebrate. She simply told me "not tonight, Dad. I'm just too tired." The three of us enjoyed our dinner and a little conversation afterward, heading to our respective rooms fairly early. I wasn't ready to actually go to sleep yet so after getting ready for bed and stripping naked as I usually sleep, I settled into bed and decided to read for a bit. A little while later I heard a light knock at the door. Immediately following the knock, it slowly opened and my step-daughter poked her head into the room. "Good, you're still awake," she commented and entered my bedroom closing the door behind her. By the light of my bedside table lamp I could see that she was wearing that black nightie again and as she crossed the room was able to get a better look at it. I couldn't help but remark its simple elegance to myself. Although the nightie was terribly simple, small shoulder straps followed by plain black silk draping down to mid-thigh, the designer had done their job well, cutting the fabric so that it draped nicely over the female form and accentuated curves in just the right places. It was a perfect fit on her and hung loosely over her pert breasts while at the same time outlining them beautifully. It tapered in at the waist and hugged her hips without being snug yet barely had a wrinkle in the material. If I didn't know better I would have almost thought that it had been made for her it fit so perfectly. She came right over to the bed and climbed onto it, lying down on top of the comforter next to me. "Dad, can you do me a favor?" she asked. "Sure. What do you need honey?" I responded. "I was wondering if you would make moussaka for dinner tomorrow," she commented, talking about one of her favorite dishes. "You wanted to celebrate my making the team and that would be the perfect present for me," she continued. It was a little labor intensive but not really hard to make, sort of like lasagna, and we already had most of the ingredients so I told her that I would be happy to make it and was already thinking about some things that I could make with it to have a nice celebration dinner with her. "Thanks," she exclaimed and leaned over giving me a huge hug. She relaxed her arms from the embrace but left them around me and leaned her head down onto my chest. Her fingers started lightly playing with my chest hairs and she mumbled something that I couldn't really understand so I simply put my arm around her shoulders and held her. After a little while I felt her finger stop moving and assumed that she had fallen asleep so I returned to my book to finish the chapter and go to sleep myself. I couldn't see her face but my step-daughter seemed so comfortable that I didn't have the heart to wake her and left her where she was. About ten minutes later I had finished the chapter that I was on, had just placed the book on the nightstand, and was about to reach over and turn out the light when I felt her move. Thinking at first that my movement had woken her a little, I was about to suggest that she head to her bed and get some sleep when her hand ran down my chest and under the covers to my groin. I felt her momentarily pause at my pubes and run her fingers through them for a second before continuing down until she had rounded my dick and was cupping my balls in her hand, massaging them gently. She rolled them around in her palm a little before returning to the now stiffening cock next to them and stroking it to full hardness. Once it was hard she let go of it and used her arm to push back the covers exposing my nudity. She scooted her body back slightly and let her head drop to just above my groin as she resumed her hold on my dick. I still couldn't see her face but could only imagine how close she was to my dick since every now and then I could feel a warm breath hit my exposed skin as she stroked me. The hand job was feeling wonderful that I leaned my head back with my eyes closed and was simply enjoying the sensation. I was suddenly shocked out of my reverie when I felt her warm, wet mouth envelop me. This was not the tentative lick from her first hand job, nor even placing the tip in her mouth from the second. My step-daughter was sliding her mouth right down my shaft, already about two inches down and going deeper with each stroke. I couldn't really see anything until she was almost halfway down and shifted onto her elbows, positioning her mouth directly over my dick and allowing a small view between our bodies. She would slide up until only the head remained in her mouth and then gently glide back down trying to go a little bit further each time. Based on past conversations I did not believe that she had sucked a dick before but she seemed to take to it naturally. She had been going for over five minutes and I hadn't felt her teeth scrape my shaft even once. She was keeping me well lubricated and was swirling her tongue around the head and down the shaft as she blew me. She had even continued stroking me with her hand as she tried to take me all the way into her mouth. A little over half of my eight inches was in her now and I could feel the head hitting the back of her throat each time she went down but even though she seemed to be having more difficulty going further she had not gagged at all. She kept a nice steady pace that was as she was making love to my cock and I was simply attached to it. Knowing that my son's room was just down the hall I was trying hard to remain quiet but was still moaning routinely to the feeling of my step-daughter's mouth around me. About fifteen minutes into the blow job I felt ready to explode and warned her but it only seemed to fire her up more. She had managed to take about six inches into her mouth that night. She sped up the rate of bobbing her head up and down my shaft and tightened her lips slightly as she did. She also stopped stoking the remaining shaft in her hand and held it firmly at the base, encircling it with her thumb and forefinger while the remaining fingers cupped my balls. As soon as she felt me start to pulse in her hand, she went down as far as she could take me and held me there while continuing to lick the underside of my cock. A few seconds later I exploded in her mouth and saw her greedily swallow it all, this time not missing a single drop. Slowly retracting off of my softening dick, she looked up at me and gave a little hum. She then slid up the bed, gave me a quick kiss, and laid down while pulling the covers over both of us. "Goodnight Dad," she stated as she rolled over as if there was nothing more to be said. Not knowing what else to say and unwilling to throw this beauty out of my bed, I simply replied "goodnight sweetheart" and turned out the light. We slept the rest of the night snuggled together with my arm over her. We both awoke to the sound of my alarm clock the next morning and she quickly headed off to her own room before her brother woke up and found her in my room. I headed off to the shower and began to get ready for work. By the time that I left, both kids were up, showered and dressed, and were eating breakfast. I said my goodbyes and told my son that I wanted him to give me a call on Saturday to let me know how things were going and to make sure that he wasn't overstaying his welcome with his friend's parents. As I left work that afternoon, I remembered my promise to my step-daughter and stopped by the grocery store to pick up the remaining items that I needed for the dinner. I decided to make it a nice dinner since it would just be the two of us so I got a few extra items to go with the dinner and the ingredients that I would need to make a nice desert. As soon as I got home, I knew that I needed to get right to work so I dropped my briefcase off in the office, swung by my bedroom and hung my suit jacket up, and headed back down to the kitchen and put a cook's apron on over the rest of my work clothes. A few hours later I had the main course in the oven, the prep work for the sides was complete and they were ready to cook when the timing was right, had set the table for two, and I was making the desert when my step-daughter got home from school. She came into the kitchen through the dining room and had obviously noticed the full place settings using our fine china and crystal, candlesticks, and small vase with three rose buds just beginning to open on the table. As she walked over and gave me a hug and kiss hello she commented, "Wow, Dad. Looks...and smells nice. You really went all out for this." She then gave both of us a quick "once over" and asked "how long before it is ready?" I told her that it would be ready in a little over a half hour and saw her check the clock. "Can you make it closer to six?" she asked giving herself another 15 minutes. "I need to clean up and get ready." Checking the clock myself and running through my head the status of all of the dishes, I replied "sure, hon; we can do six." She then quickly headed upstairs to get ready shouting "thanks" as she hurried off. Six o'clock came around and I had served up the plates and put them in the oven to keep them warm, the salads were on the table, and I lit the candles on the table. I had decided to open a nice bottle of Sirah to go with the dinner and allowed it to breathe a bit before finally pouring each of us a glass. Just as I was beginning to wonder what had happened to her, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. To say that she made quite an entrance would be an understatement. My step-daughter walked in the dining room wearing a simple black cocktail length dress that I vaguely remembered her having gotten for her orchestra concert just before Christmas. What I couldn't remember through was the dress looking even remotely that sexy just a few months ago. During the concert, she had kept everything simple wearing black flats, little to no makeup, hair pulled back in a ponytail to keep it out of her face as she played, and simple jewelry. The sight before me now was drastically different and despite coming to dinner a few minutes late I wondered how she pulled it off in such a short time. She had left her hair down and styled a gentle wave in it when she dried it. Her light tresses contrasted nicely with the black dress. Her makeup was applied exquisitely, accentuating her natural beauty without appearing that she was really wearing makeup except for the dark red lipstick that gave her lips a full appearance. The jewelry that she selected added a glimmer of gold with the dangling earrings swaying under her hair as she moved and the necklace drawing just the right amount of attention to the gentle swell of her breasts. She had added black nylons with a seam running down the back and little decorative flourish where they met her matte silk high heels to the look that elongated her legs and completely changed the look of the dress. The vision of beauty before me was of a woman in her mid-twenties, not of an eighteen year old girl. Movie Night Ch. 06 The look on my face must have been priceless because when she saw my reaction to her appearance, her face lit up in a big smile and she asked "do you like?" The question needed no response since my expression gave all the answer that she needed. We sat down and thoroughly enjoyed our dinner starting with salads and following with the Greek lemon soup that I had made to go with the main course that she had asked me to make. The moussaka had turned out perfectly as had the green beans with slivered almonds. As wonderful as the food was, the conversation was great and I found it very nice to have such a nice adult discussion with my step-daughter, something that we hadn't done in some time. We took our time, enjoying a nice leisurely pace and finally finished up with chocolate mousse topped with homemade whipped cream and a drizzle of Grand Marnier. Not to "toot my own horn" but the experience was right out of a fine dining restaurant. We finished desert about eight o'clock and decided to finish our wine and discussion in the family room. I kept the lights dim, turned on some quiet music and lit the fireplace. To make for easier conversation we were sitting on separate couches catty-corner so that we could look at one another as we talked. A short while later, the bottle of wine was empty and I thought that it would be alright for her to enjoy an after-dinner drink with me as well since neither of us had to work or go to school the next morning. She may have only been eighteen but my wife and I had raised her in more of a European style when it came to alcohol so I didn't think that one drink or the wine that we had imbibed during dinner would be a big deal. As we finished our drinks just before nine, she expressed a desire to watch something together and I left her to make a selection while I cleaned up a little. I returned and took my seat just as she finished putting a disc in the player and she came over to sit down right next to me. She kicked off her heels, tucked her feet up under her and snuggled against my side as the film started to roll. Her selection had been a romantic comedy that we both enjoyed and we had stayed basically as we were the entire time. Her body was tight against mine and her head was lying against my shoulder. Part way through, she had put her arms around me in a loving embrace. Now that she was this close to me, I noticed a faint, yet intoxicating odor, of a subtle perfume. It served to remind me just how sexy she was and how much my little girl had grown up and was truly a young woman now. As the movie ended and we turned everything off in preparation to go to bed I couldn't help but remark to myself what a wonderful evening it had been. We walked upstairs together with her in front of me and I rapidly noticed what a gorgeous ass my step-daughter had. Her hips had just the right amount of curve to them and caused a gentle sway of her dress as she climbed the stairs. We walked down the hall and I barely paid attention that we had continued right past her room until we had reached mine. Upon entering the room, she turned around, dropped the heels that she was carrying on the floor, and faced me, giving me a loving hug and a warm wet kiss that seemed to last forever. Breaking from our embrace, she undid my tie and began to unbutton my dress shirt, still not having said a single word since heading upstairs. She finished with my shirt and removed it, ran her fingers lightly over my chest, and led me over to my bed. She undid my belt buckle and slacks and had me sit down on the edge of the bed. I then watched as she knelt down and remove my shoes and socks and began to pull my trousers down. I lifted my hips slightly to allow her to remove the pants and after pulling them around my ankles she arose to give me another kiss, leaving me sitting in my boxers while she was still fully dressed. Fully standing now, she backed away from the bed slightly and reached behind her, sliding the zipper of the dress down. Slowly, the material of the dress loosened around her chest and then, with a little shrug, exposed her bare shoulders and bra straps. She crossed her arms in front of her and gave a gentle tug on the dress, allowing it to slide down and expose more skin under her neck. She continued removing the dress extremely slowly, tantalizingly exposing each inch of her skin followed by her bra. I found my mind flittering to the memory of the "too large" shopping bag that I had glimpsed in her room when, once again, I failed to recognize ever having seen her bra in the laundry. It was an elegant piece of lingerie with demi-cups made entirely of lace that came to just barely above her nipples. Even in the dim light of the room I could easily see her pale skin through the lace and make out the hardness of her nipples. As I sat there entranced, she continued removing the dress slowly down her stomach until, just below her navel; my arousal was obvious through the boxers. Her dress' downward path continuing, I soon sighted more of the same black lace that her bra was made of. As the dress reached the apex of her hips, I briefly started to see more skin again and realized that she was wearing a garter belt. Despite the fact that it performs a functional role, it was a piece of lingerie that I have always found extremely sexy. My view was next given a slow exposure of a tiny pair of black silk panties to complete the set. Immediately after that, the resistance of her hips left the dress and gravity took over, dropping the dress in a pile around her feet and exposing lacey tops to the stockings attached to the bottom of the garter belt. I could not imagine anything more perfect than the vision of beauty before me. After allowing my eyes to drink up the view for a moment, my step-daughter slowly turned around in a complete circle giving me the 360 view of her body. The small panties that I had seen from the front appeared almost non-existent in the rear with nothing more than a small strip of fabric running in between her cheeks. Her firm runner's ass was beautifully uplifted with no external support and the paleness of the skin contrasted sharply with the black lace of her lingerie. Completing her show, she came over to me and sat down on my lap sideways, feeling my now fully hard dick against her ass. She threw one of her arms over my shoulders and around my neck and gave me another deep kiss. All this while, not a single word had been exchanged between us. After a moment, she got up off my lap and said "lie down." I slid up onto the bed and complied as she followed me. She grabbed a hold of the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down off of me, dropping them on the floor to the side of the bed. I saw her lean down over my groin and felt her hair drape over my hard cock. Seconds later, I was greeted by the warmth of her taking me in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down about a dozen times. She removed her mouth from around my organ and slid up, pressing her body tightly against mine and kissed me deeply, our tongues playing together first in my, then in her mouths. I reached around her in an embrace as our tongues danced, enjoying the feeling of her breasts against my bare chest, the slight roughness of the lace as it rubbed my skin, the heat of her groin pressed over my upper thigh, and the silkiness of her stocking clad legs sliding on my legs and penis. She sat up and removed her bra, once again exposing her firm breasts to my view, the pale skin and darker nipples clearly visible in the dim light streaming in the windows. Leaning back down to plant a quick kiss on my lips, I felt one of her hardened nipples graze my chest and realized that this was the first time that I had had her bare chest against mine. She slowly moved down my body planting little kisses along the way and gently sucked on each of my nipples causing them to harden as well and making me moan with each suck. The kisses continued down my belly until her mouth was poised over my dick. As she once again held my cock and took me into her mouth I let out a deep moan. Her hand left my dick and I saw her slowly slide her panties over her hips and down her thighs as she slowly worked her magic with her mouth and felt her tongue swirling around my head. With an audible pop, my dick came out of her mouth as she straddled one of my legs and slid back up my body, kissing me again when her mouth arrived at mine. When she straightened out and moved on top of me, her panties had slid down her calves and were now looped loosely over one of her ankles, having removed the other one from their embrace to straddle me better. I could easily feel the warmth of her pussy and slight tickle of her pubes against my upper thigh and groin. Next, she shifted her body some more and moved the leg that was between mine over me, completely straddling me now, her crotch right over my pelvis. Suddenly breaking the silence, she commented "I love you so much, Dad," and kissed me deeply without even giving me a chance to reply. The heat of her pussy was directly on my cock now and I felt her begin a slow grind of her hips. Within a minute or two, her lips had parted and I could feel her wetness slide up and down my cock. As she continued to move her hips and slide her pussy on my shaft she broke our kiss and sat up. Reaching down, she grabbed my hands and put them directly on her breasts, running them over her firm globes. As I took over on my own, massaging her breasts and playing with her nipples, she let my hands go and put her own hands on her thighs for support while continuing to roll her hips. Her juices were freely flowing now and my cock was beginning to ooze so I was sliding freely between her folds with no effort at all, routinely making contact with her engorged clit. I leaned up and took one of her nipples in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it and hearing her sharp intake of breath at the first contact followed by a low moan. I was still suckling her breast shen she stopped moving her hips at the top of an upstroke. I almost lost my hold of her breast when she reached behind her to take my cock in her hand. She aimed the tip of my dick up a little and started to push back down. I could feel her wetness begin to envelop my head and reached out to grab her hips, stopping her from going further. Realizing what she had in mind I asked "are you sure?" My step-daughter's simple reply was to push her hips more firmly and say "yes, Dad. I really want this. I love you and know that you love me and I want you to be the one to make me a woman." Hearing this beauty speak those words took away any reluctance that I may have still had and I relaxed my grip on her hips. She slowly pressed herself down until I felt the resistance of her hymen. She paused and then lifted slightly. Pressing down slowly again, we encountered her barrier and she pushed a little more, stretching it a little. She kept the pressure against it for a moment and then repeated the actions, going a wee bit further each time. Finally, she lifted up, and not ready to wait any longer thrust her hips down sharply. I could feel the pressure of her hymen at first and then felt the release as I slid almost two more inches into her soft pussy. She let out a gasp as my dick broke through her cherry and then stopped to allow her body to adjust to these new feelings that she was experiencing. I had a little over three inches inside of her, tightly gripped by her virginal pussy. Both of us remained completely still for a few minutes, allowing her to adjust, and once she felt ready, she lifted up and slid slowly back down taking a little of me more inside her. She repeated this motion a number of times until she had finally taken my entire eight inches in her pussy and her thighs were firmly against my hips. Seeming spent from the amount of control that she had just had to exhibit, she seemed content to just sit there for a bit, enjoying the feeling of my cock inside of her. Finally, she resumed her thrusting up and down, moaning with regularity. I returned my attention to her breasts and then dropped my hands down to cup her ass and help support her as she rode me. After a few more minutes, her breathing became more labored and she leaned back on her outstretched arms behind her while she continued her pumping. Her tightness had my mind reeling and was having great effect on me but I was determined not to allow myself to cum until she had. I felt her grip tighten even more and realizing that she must be getting close, I brought one of my hands back to her breasts while I brought the other to our crotches. Moistening my thumb in her juices that had run down my dick to pool around the base, I began to lightly play with her clit. This seemed to have a profound effect on her and I almost immediately began to feel small spasms around my shaft and heard her breathing become more labored. Suddenly, she let out a few loud moans and slammed herself all the way down to the base of my dick, emitting a scream as she came wildly around me. Her tight, spasming, pussy quickly brought me the final distance as well and seconds after she began to cum I groaned loudly and forcefully came inside of her. I was still completely hard and she remained impaled on my dick with mild spasms rippling her pussy. Our combined juices had filled her up completely and were oozing out of her folds even before I had begun to soften. Looking up at her, I could see her bathed in sweat with a humongous smile across her face and her chest heaving from her deep breaths. Finally, I began to soften and she raised her body up off of me. I rose up and gave her a deep French kiss, after which she laid down and pulled me to spoon with her. Like she had done before on our movie nights, she reached between her legs and pulled my dick between her thighs and pulled my arm around her to cup her breast. Judging by her breathing, a few minutes later she had fallen asleep like that and shortly after I followed. I awoke the following morning to find myself still between her thighs and her awake, rocking her hips against me. When she realized that I was awake she said "good morning. Can we do it again?" We spent the next two hours making love with me taking more of the lead and wanting her to enjoy every sensation coursing through her body. I wanted to bring her to new heights of ecstasy and judging by her reactions had done a good job of it. Finally getting out of bed mid-morning, we both showered. I threw on a pair of silk boxers and my step-daughter wore the black nightie around the house all day with nothing underneath it, routinely getting frisky with me throughout the day. Shortly after lunch I got a call from my son and everything was going well with the project and another from my wife to tell me that her father was going to be released from the hospital later that day but that she was going to stay to help her mom until Tuesday. That evening, my step-daughter slept in my bed again after we enjoyed our third lovemaking in 24 hours. Despite the numerous misgivings that I had along the way, I was happy that we shared the experience. She loved me and I deeply loved her and nothing would ever change that. "What better type of relationship to share that first time?" I asked myself. "There is none," was the only answer.