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Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 01

By: sirhugs



"Shhh...be quiet...must NOT wake the step-oogler."

I heard my step-daughter Amanda drunkenly stumbling down the hallway past my door towards her room. I knew she would be talking to her bff, Kara. Kara had arrived about eight hours ago and after a very awkward set of introductions, the two twenty year olds had dashed out in search of alcohol, dancing and boys, dressed like tarts. In other words, a typical young folks New Year's Eve. 

"Step.-oogler, waz 'at?" Kara slurred. 

"You know how step-mothers get called step-monsters. Well, there's no similar term for step-fathers. Since Bert can't resist undressing me with his eyes, I think of him as the step-oogler. I made up the term."

Amanda giggled at her own cleverness. Not that I could deny the term was both clever and accurate. This holiday season was only my second meeting with Amanda, and the first extended visit. I had met her mom last New Year's eve, accidentally impregnated her, so we had a quickie wedding in April. Amanda had lived with her Dad since the split years ago - my wife had abandoned them for another guy who had not lasted - and only begrudgingly flew in for the wedding, bringing her Dad as the "plus one" just to try to piss off her mother. It had worked to the extent that my bride had gotten drunk in spite of her pregnancy.

The wedding, having gotten off on that wrong foot, meant the marriage was rocky from day one and my wife came to use the 2 a.m. feedings as an excuse to sleep in the nursery. In spite of my fetishes for pregnant women and nursing moms, I was left to my own devices most nights. The fetishes just ensured that I was half chubby all day and needed self-relief at least twice a day to avoid inconvenient wood. Tonight, the anniversary of that fateful meeting, my wife had expressed enough milk that she could drink, which meant that she had passed out by ten p.m. I had left her under a blanket on the couch in the den. The baby was across the hall in the crib, both doors ajar as a failsafe in case I slept through the baby monitor. 

In the circumstances, it was shocking to have Amanda with us for the holidays. She had been booked to go to Aspen with her Dad, an annual tradition it seems, but he had been called overseas due to work. He had insisted she come stay with us and meet her little brother. Amanda had reluctantly agreed on condition that she be allowed to bring Kara along. 

Having two college girls under my roof was a new experience for me. I had been too busy at the wedding to really check out Amanda, who largely had avoided me anyway. I do recall that she wore a formless dress that hung from spaghetti straps to past her knees. The low neckline and drop had suggested full breasts, without more than hinting at her cleavage. I must admit even that had given me a woodie, and I had wished to get a better look, but with both her parents hovering, I had behaved. When I had fucked my drunken bride later that night, images of my step-daughter were flowing through my mind - imagining boobs with no tan lines and extended excited nipples sensitive to a mature touch; an appreciation of the virtues of a little pain; full wide hips, but a firm ass... 

When I had picked the girls up at the airport (my wife stayed home with the baby), I had the opportunity to at least confirm about the ass, since both girls had travelled in skin tight jeans, obviously meant for fashion not comfort. Amanda had insisted on grabbing her own luggage, though I had offered, so I got a perfect view of her backside. Her hips were much more boyish than I had imagine, hardly any butt at all, but the demon in my slacks reminded me that a handful was enough in asses as well as tits. 

What I really noticed a moment later was that Amanda's butt was nothing in comparison to Kara's. The tall raven haired guest was perfectly proportioned - hips just narrower than her shoulders - but what really stood out, literally, was the shelf like curve of a dancer's rear end. I might have had to lick a bit of drool off my chin as I watched Kara load suitcases on the luggage trolley. My long loose sweater strategically covered my instant bulge. 

Despite their having just had a flight to chatter, Amanda had insisted that both of them ride in the back of the car, no doubt wanting to emphasize that I had no relationship with her. Their excitement about the baby soon switched to talk about partying, and several times they playfully teased each other about which one was a bigger slut. As if THAT was not enough to give me wood, Kara excitedly blurted out, "well, at least I don't take it up the butt."

In the rear view mirror, I expected to see Amanda blushing, but instead she had slapped Kara playfully and replied, "Ass fucking is wonderful, don't knock it until you try it. I have better orgasms that way than when the guys just want to finger me twice, lick me once and then stick their throbbing cocks into my cunt and cum in like four of five thrusts." 

"You are SUCH a slut," Kara had laughed, leading to a playful slapfest that lasted until we got home. Almost immediately, the two chums had declared themselves exhausted by the trip. My wife went to feed the baby, and the gals vanished to the guest room they were sharing. That room had a wall in common with the master bedroom. I sat reading on my bed, muffled sounds of playful giggling teasing me. 

I thought I heard some slaps of palm on ass, and imagined how great Kara's ass might be to spank. Even watching her get spanked would be wonderful, I realized - the image of red palm print on creamy flesh gave me instant wood. As my cock tented my pants, I eased my zipper open. My organ sought fresh air, poking itself up out of the fly in my briefs. My book fell to my mattress as my hand curled around my shaft, my eyes closing all the better to focus on the springs squeaking on the other side of the wall. I imagined youthful lips suckling twenty year old nipples as I stroked my throbbing member. It only took about a dozen strokes for my balls, which had been aching since the airport, to tighten to my groin and allow great gobs of goo to spurt out my pee slit. I cupped my fist over the head of my cock, capturing the mess, intending to roll over for a tissue, but I nodded off, waking up an hour or so later to the sound of my wife in the kitchen. I noticed my door was open. Had I left it that way? Had she come in and seen my pathetic indulgence in self-abuse? Had she guessed the focus? Or, worse still, might Amanda and Kara have peeked in and snickered at my shrivelled manhood? 

The two weeks since had passed quickly. The girls were seldom home, finding every excuse to go shopping, working out, hanging out, and partying every night, then sleeping until noon the next day or later. I never got a chance to peep at what they might be doing in their shared bed, or the extra shower built en suite in that room. 

My imagination remained vivid enough that I was jerking off more than my normal once daily, retreating to the bedroom two or three times as the day unfolded, usually as my wife tended our son. Each night ended with me climaxing and then falling asleep with my cock relaxing in my fist, only to wake up with morning wood urgently demanding that I stroke myself to orgasm the next morning. 

Amanda and Kara accidentally supplied just enough fuel to keep that fire burning. Though they both favoured sloppy sweats for the few moments they lounged around the house, in the morning. They might stumble to the kitchen for juice with their tank tops barely hiding braless breasts, and a five inch gap down to pajama pants, or on one memorable occasion, Amanda appearing wearing a matching set of lacy pink bra and bikini panties and no pants or shirt.

Though Amanda still treated her mother coolly, both girls seemed truly enchanted by the baby, so they tended to spend a few minutes each afternoon in the nursery. I found it easy to linger in the hallway and admire how their asses flexed even though the baggy sweats blurred the actual edges. When they lifted my son up from his crib and held him against their chests, I felt pangs of jealousy in my heart, envying the lucky little guy. MY little man stood at attention whenever his cheek rubbed a nipple. Neither girl seemed to bother with bras at home. The pokies in their sweats created bulges in my briefs. 

When the ladies went to party, they teetered out of the house on six inch platforms, underwire bras elevating exposed cleavage at the top, long bare legs emerging from micro-skirts at the other. Or they wrapped a diaphanous sarong over a bikini that barely covered the nipples and the quim, with the simplest of flip flops to go to a beach party. My eyes never knew where to look. I knew that I should just look away, read a newspaper or fiddle with a gadget, but unless it was my imagination, the ladies went out of their way to tease me. Amanda might label me an oogler, but I would argue that it was all her doing, and that she loved the attention. There certainly seemed to be an abundance of giggles every time I was caught staring. My step-daughter would pose in the doorway, pivot like a model, and in a throaty voice inform me, "Don't wait up, Daddy-o, us girls might be out 'til dawn." 

Of course I did more than oogle. The display and thoughts of what the young women might do until dawn never failed to leave my cock throbbing. Each evening I would go upstairs, hoping that my wife had put the baby down and be interested in a cuddle, but it never happened. Nursing and napping seemed to be the two options. So I would continue down the hall to my room and relieve myself, images of my step-daughter and her best pal dancing in my mind. Amanda naked, inviting me into the shower. Kara slowly stripping, dropping to her knees, sucking my cock. Both girls crouched on my bed, fighting over which of them would get my fat meat in their tight cunt first. Then the loser licking my cum out of the winner while I watched, slowly stroking my cock back to life so that I could fuck the second girl from behind while she ate out her friend. 

New Year's Eve was their last night in my house. Their plane back to school left the evening of New Year's Day, the cheapest fare going. Before they headed out, Amanda left me strict instructions to let them sleep until the afternoon, because "there's nothing worse than flying with a fucking hangover."

I pointed out that at twenty she was still underage. That earned me the retort "Yeah, all you dirty old men just love THAT fantasy - finding some hot young thing to get drunk and fuck... you wish." With a wicked cackle, she pivoted and flounced out of the room so quickly even Kara was left behind in her wake, staring at me in stunned silence. 

After an awkward moment, my step-daughter's bff shrugged and rushed to catch up to her. I swivelled my head to admire how those fine young legs disappeared under the hem of the plaid short skirt that hung straight down over the perfect ass. My animal brain begged me to stride over and shove her up against a wall, lift the skirt and take her caveman style. My self-restraint kicked in before I did more than shift my weight forward, though my stiff cock begged me to keep going. 

My wife begged off staying up until midnight, insisting that she needed the rest, expecting the baby to wake up soon. She stumbled into the nursery and soon was snoring. I watched some dumb movie - intentionally picking the least sexy selection around, then watched the ball drop. I was in bed by 12:15, but still could not sleep - my cock kept filling with blood as images of Kara and Amanda dressed to kill danced like sugar plums. 

So once again, I masturbated myself to sleep, nodding off with my limp dick still in my fist. 

The sound of the girls returning drunkenly was the next thing I recall. 

Right after the 'step-oogler' remark, Amanda stumbled into the bathroom, and I faintly heard retching.

"Is that the booze, or swallowing so many loads of spunk at the party, slut?" Kara teased Amanda, standing in the hallway, not worrying about the level of her voice. 

I decide to get out of bed and remind her that my wife and the baby were still asleep when I heard her add, "you were such a greedy little cocksucker that I didn't get any action beyond a couple of hand jobs and tit grabs by the guys waiting to board your train. Mind you, watching you take on all comers was pretty hot. Except it just left me even more horny." 

As I reached the doorway Kara finished, saying, "If you weren't such a mess, I would love to suck the spunk out of your cunt. You looked so yummy."

Right after speaking, Kara noticed my reflection in the glass of a painting hung in that hallway. Her eyes opened wide, a hand flew to her mouth, she froze. I noticed that her left tit had never gotten properly tucked into her top after the fumbling with the guys at the party - or maybe she had been making out while being driven home. She was braless, so I finally was treated to a good look at her entire breast, not like the bikini tops that teased but concealed. Her bubble gum pink nipple was noticeably erect. So was my cock. 

Kara turned, still silent. Her eyes dropped right to my groin. She did not run to her room. She stepped toward me. Very quietly, she whispered, "Is that for me?" 

Then she giggled, stepping closer and reaching her dainty hand out toward my erection. 

From the other room, Amanda groaned. 

"Let it all come up sweetie, I'll go find you some ginger ale and bring it up once you are finished, then tuck you in."

As Kara spoke, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently gripped my girth. Clearly her practice earlier in the evening was effective, because she knew just how to stroke my member, firmly but slowly. She raised her free hand to my mouth, one finger across her lips to tell me to be quiet. I was about to reach up and grasp her boob when she sank to her knees. Her tongue swirled smoothly around the ridge of my helmet, teasing the glans on the underside, then poking into my slit. Her fist pumped my twice more to the root. She teased my balls with the tip of a finger before standing again. 

I feared she was done with me, that this was just a tease to punish me for watching, until her lips brushed my ear. Her tongue flicked inside that cavity and she spoke ever so softly. "I'm going to go to the kitchen for that ginger ale, why don't you join me?"

She sounded a lot more sober, but clearly was drunk enough to think that this was a good idea, regardless of Amanda's distress, or how we might need to make eye contact in the morning. 

She had never released her grasp on my cock, so I really had very little choice but to follow along. Kara paused at the top of the stairs and I bumped into her from behind, my stiffness pushing hard into the cleavage between her firm buttocks. She sighed and shifted her weight to roll her ass around my meat. Then she found the banister and we proceed as if we were joined. 

The main floor was ghostly silent, dimly illuminated by an under cupboard light my wife always left on as a night light. Kara dropped my hand as we entered the kitchen. I stood in the doorway watching as she walked to the fridge and found the soda. She held the can against her cheek then placed it on the counter.

Turning toward me, Kara said, "If I feed it to Amanda that cold, it will come right back up for sure. I better leave it to get closer to room temp, and a bit flat never hurt either."

She popped the pressure with an elegant nail, stepped around the massive center island and asked,"What ever shall we do while I wait?" 

To make sure that I understood, she pulled her top down further, baring both breasts, and hefted them in her palms. Long fingers with long nails caressed her own nipples. She leaned back against the island, moaning softly. I remained frozen, watching, stroking myself as she moved her right hand slowly down her body, caressing her belly, and then lifting her skirt to bare a panty free quim. One finger immediately stroked her gaping gash. The soft moans became throaty groans. 

"Amanda was right - you do love to oogle. I wonder what else you would like?"

My hand stroked my cock as I stared at this beauty stroke her nipples and clit just a few feet away.

"Fuck me with that fat cock. Fuck me right here. I need cock right now." Kara grinned wickedly.

Kara's command released my invisible bonds and I closed the gap between us. I knew that having climaxed just a few hours before, I would last more than enough for this tart to enjoy the treat. My hands grabbed tightly onto her hips and I lifted her just enough to lower her cunt onto my cock. The first stroke was fierce, unrelenting, burying myself to the hilt, all my pent up passion releasing itself. Her labia separated effortlessly, her slit still tight enough that it molded itself to my weapon like a glove. 

I pulled back, until only the very tip of my spear rested between her petals. I could feel Kara's warm moist boozy breath bathing my face as her chest heaved, panting for breath. In the morning, she would be able to blame drunkenness, or even claim not to remember. Worst case, she might call it rape. I had no such excuse. I was the sober adult, but I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her. I drove hard and deep into her cunt, pushing her ass against the counter, rewarded by her animal grunt. 

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck me hard," Kara groaned, thrusting back around my hardness, her wetness soaking my groin. 

She released her tits and grabbed a hunk of my hair with each hand, dragging my face to the pale valley between those mounds. My nighttime whiskers must have felt rough on her tender flesh, and she might still have the rash in the morning, but after midnight, in the moonlit kitchen, it just made her hips twist harder and faster around my shaft. Kara swivelled my head first in one direction and then the other. I instinctively trailed my tongue along the curve of her boob from her sternum right to her nipple, which I teased first by flicking my tongue out, and then gave a gentle sloppy full lipped kiss. Finally, I drew the nipple deep into my mouth and nipped at the base with my teeth. The first time I did that, Kara almost screamed, biting her lower lip to strangle her noise. When I switched to the other side, she was ready, and moaned instead

The harder I attacked her tits, the harder Kara fucked me. My hips were just on autopilot, my lower body rocking slightly to piston my meat into her gash, but her enthusiasm more than made up for my distraction. 

My hands continued to explore her tits thoroughly, enjoying firmness I might have expected after surgery, but which seemed to exist naturally on this fit young college student. Once I had felt all those mounds had to offer, my hands roamed further, sliding down Kara's belly, along her sides, up and down her back. A finger caught on a curl of Kara's hair.

"Ouch," she exclaimed, startled. 

Instinctively I grabbed a handful of that mane and tugged harder.

"Oh, fuck, yes, like that," Kara moaned, humping even harder against my groin. 

At that moment, my other hand was caressing the special divot at the bottom of her spine, where all the nerve endings seem to join. I knew that just the right touch there would drive any woman wild. I was not wrong this time. Kara climaxed, her juices flooding all around my cock. I shifted both hands to cup her buttocks to steady her. Her muscles were incredible, milking my shaft without pause as her orgasm grew, subsided, grew again, in waves. Still, because I had come earlier, I did not explode. 

As Kara writhed, my hands shifted to keep her balanced. Without really meaning to, one finger curled along the inside of a buttock, down that special cleavage and bumped against this young woman's most forbidden fruit. I was about to retreat when Kara grabbed my hair again, and dragged my mouth to her lips, sliding her tongue deep along my teeth. 


Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 01



Just before our lips met, she moaned, "Yes, there..." 

My fingertip rotated around her rosebud, slowly relaxing it. Kara rewarded me with another gush of secretions around my cock as I eased my finger into her anus. I slowed my thrusting to match my cock thrusts to the progress of my finger. Kara continued fucking my mouth with her tongue, groaning. Soon I found a rhythm where my finger went deep into Kara's rear passage when my cock was almost withdrawn from her cunt, and then I pulled my finger almost out of her ass while thrusting my cock deep into her quim. Her muscles were incredible, squeezing each invading flesh in turn, allowing me to fuck her, but almost making me think that it was her fucking me. 

Kara bit down hard on my lip, her body tensing, and then another even larger orgasm shook through her body, starting right from those dainty toes dangling in the air; through the strong calves linked behind my ass; shaking her washboard belly; jiggling her tits; making her head roll and then snap back, almost slamming into the counter-top. Most especially, it quaked through her loins, where we were joined. The snap of her head startled Kara's eyes open, though they had a wild unfocused glaze in the dim light of the dark kitchen. Suddenly, her mouth opened wide into a grin that was brighter than the sun.

"Come inside me now, fill me up, then I want to lick that gorgeous cock clean," she begged as breath slowly returned to her lungs. 

My cock throbbed appreciatively in response and I slid another finger up her ass, enjoying the feeling of two digits dancing, their drumming transmitted through the thin membrane separating cunt and ass right to my cock. It also made Kara rotate her hips with renewed vigour. 

"Now, I need it now," she insisted. 

I noticed enlightenment illuminate her eyes at that moment, and then, without another word, Kara slid her hand along and around my hip, holding my groin tight to her loins, our bodies tight together. Craning herself up off the counter, her other hand cradled the back of my neck. She stabbed her tongue deep into my throat as at the other end, her fingertip drove deep to stimulated my prostate. As my seed surged forth from my balls, I suddenly appreciated that Kara was far more knowledgeable in the ways of men than I had expected of a twenty year old. I found myself wondering whether my step-daughter, Amanda, was just as sophisticated and slutty, as great bogs of goo filled her bff's womb, pumping out so much that stray bits were already trickling along our legs and dripping onto the floor tiles. Kara held me tight, our bodies gently rocking together, her muscles coaxing ever morsel out of my meat.

Finally she released her grip, threw her arms wide and fell back on the counter-top. 

"That's it, that's the one," Kara sighed, referring to the orgasm I must have missed while experiencing my own. 

I stepped back, my cock easing out from her labia with a gentle 'plop'. She seemed spent, and I was unsure what to do next,. I thought perhaps her earlier demand to suck my cock was forgotten now that she was satiated, and, worse, that she might have sobered up just enough that she would regret what we had just done. Would she run screaming to Amanda, or wake up my wife? 

Fear is a silly emotion, and fortunately, Kara did not leave me unsettled for long. She quickly rewarded me with another smile bigger than sunshine, and silently slid down off the counter onto her knees at my feet. 

My still half hard cock was dangling inches from that cute little nose, but Kara seemed determined to continue to shock me. Without even sticking her tongue out to catch the glob of semen dangling from my slit, she lowered her face right to floor level, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the tiny puddle of juices that had dripped there.

"Don't want to leave any traces," she explained, grinning up at me proudly, "and a dirty little slut is also a clean little girl."

As she spoke, she took my meat in her tiny fist and wrapped her fingers around, tugging it softly. She clearly had done this often enough to appreciate how sensitive a cock is just after coming. She rose up and started taking me into her mouth, gently bathing my meat with her tongue. When she got to the base, she licked all around and then slowly explored all the flesh with the tip of her tongue, truly intent it seemed on not leaving a morsel of the leftovers from our lovemaking. 

In spite of two orgasms emptying my balls, all this attention from a sensual young woman soon revived my cock and it surged full of blood and returned to hardness about the same time that Kara teased the final speck of seed out of my slit. I slowly rubbed her shoulders, trying not to hope for a blow job in the moonlight, in case she was not interested, or worse, that I might not be able to come again and would spoil the magic by giving her a sore jaw. 

Instead, Kara bathed the underside of my cock head with her tongue, nipping lightly with her teeth at the flap of skin under there. She giggled, reminding me of how she behaved around Amanda, making me wonder again just what sort of closeness they shared together. 

"I loved how your fingers danced in my ass, Daddy," Kara moaned. "It makes me think that you can do magic things up there with this meat too."

So swiftly that I had no time to think about her meaning, Kara rose, swivelled and bent over the counter, her fingers still gripping my cock. Moonlight bounced off her fine young rump, but I barely had a second to appreciate the view as she tugged my lance forward and pushed her hips back, aiming my tip straight between her buttocks. I thought as my skin entered that rear passage that she had claimed it was virgin, and wondered how I would fit. It turned out that there was enough of our juices from fucking earlier had flowed around to her anus that she was well lubricated, and I slid right past her sphincter into her anus, which closed tightly around my meat even more glove-like than her pussy. 

My hands slid up Kara's flesh and slipped between her body and the counter-top, cupping her tits, using them as handles to pull her back harder to meet my thrusts. This fuck was even more animalistic than the earlier round. 

"Oh, fuck, daddy, this feels great," Kara moaned.

"And it looks even hotter, can I join in?" came a voice from behind me.



Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 02



"Oh, fuck, daddy, this feels great," Kara, my stepdaughter's twenty year old best friend moaned as I took her anal cherry in my kitchen, in the wee small hours of New Year's day. 

"And it looks even hotter, can I join in?" came a voice from behind me. It was my wife speaking. We had only married earlier that year, after I had accidentally impregnated her. Now breast feeding and child care took all of her energy, and our sex life was non-existent, though I knew that was no excuse to be found in the kitchen fucking a woman barely out of her teens. 

Then what she said sank in past the initial shock at being discovered. I knew Viola had been a bit of a slut before we met - heck, we had fucked in a bathroom at the New Year's Eve party exactly a year before, the first night we had met. I had assumed that I was not the first stranger she had sex with. Somehow though, the subject of a threesome had never come up.

"Yes, please, Amanda's mom, let me suck on those big fat milk-filled titties," Kara begged. I was less shocked by this request, as I had suspected that the two younger women were at least a bit bi-experimental, though Kara had gone to pains to create the impression that she was less slutty than Amanda, who seemed to have taken after her Mother no matter how much tension existed in that relationship. 

"I've noticed you watching when I breast feed," Viola chuckled deep from her belly as she stepped closer. "It made my cunt wet thinking about your nipples getting hard. I saw how your lips would purse, emulating the baby. I know that you would be going to your room to rub one out as soon as you could - so I went out of my way to show more than I needed to. Your interest in me was the first time I've felt sexy since I gave birth." 

By this time, Viola was right beside Kara, and had quickly unbuttoned the flannel pajama top she wore while nursing. I noticed that she wore a pair of practical panties, but her jammie bottoms were pooled on the floor in the doorway. I realized that I had been frozen in mid fuck since Viola had spoken. Kara solved that issue by pushing back, burying my slightly wilted cock deep in her rectum.

"How long have you been watching?" I needed to know.

"Long enough," Viola sighed.

Her breasts were now fully exposed. I paused as I watched Kara drink in their beauty. They were beautifully full. Her nipples stuck out, impossibly long and hard. The one on the left was leaking slightly. Kara stroked that milk laden udder, causing a drop of pearly white liquid to dangle tantalizingly before her face. 

"Did you climax yet?" Kara asked her. I imagined that the grin on that young face stretched from ear to ear as she craned her neck forward, tongue catching the gob of milk before gravity won the race. Unlike Amanda, Kara seemed to find great joy for life. If that inspired my wife to get out of the nursery more, all the better. 

Viola did not answer right away. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolling up toward the ceiling as Kara suckled that nipple, while simultaneously expressing the milk to the tip of the other breast.

"Oh, that feels divine. You know just what I need," Viola finally sighed, "now please do the other one." 

As the young woman switched sides, she also flexed some sort of muscles in her groin to milk my cock. One of Viola's hands held Kara's head against Viola's chest while the other explored that lithe young body. When Viola sighed, I noticed that Kara was also playing with Viola's clit. 

I heard Viola gasp slightly and saw her lean slightly forward, closer to Kara's lips. I watched Kara slowly suck the nipple further into her mouth. As Kara continued to suck and swallow Viola's milk, she began to work the base of the nipple with her tongue. I saw my wife's breath quicken as she leaned even harder into her daughter's friend's face. The way that the soft flesh of Viola's tit gave way to the pressure was fascinating, but somehow made my cock even harder rather than distracting me. Kara rotated her hips in response to my throbbing in her ass.

For a moment, even as the illicit sex escalated around me, it felt like I was removed from the scene, watching, masturbating. I appreciated anew just how hot Viola was. She had lost her baby weight except for those enormous pendulous milk jugs that fascinated Kara so much. If anything, the breast feeding had carved more fat from Viola's body than the baby had added - she still had curves but now they were chiselled, like an erotic work of art. Love of my wife filled my heart, lust filled my loins. 

We continued like that for a few minutes. Each time Kara sucked Viola's nipples, she opened her mouth a little wider, sucking a little more of my wife's full udder flesh past her lips until she had quite a mouthful. I could hear the sound of the young woman's tongue teasing each nipple in turn as she drank deeply first from one tit and then from the other. Viola moaned and shivered. My cock throbbed in Kara's ass. 

"C...came once, but bit my lip to keep k...quiet..." Viola finally stammered and answered to Kara's earlier question. I felt tiny shock waves shaking her body transmitted through our shared lover to my cock as Kara suckled and finger fucked her. "Right about when you begged him to f...fuck...your... asssssss..."

Another climax roared through Viola's body. Kara suddenly released Viola's tit from her lips as she grabbed a fistful of Viola's hair and dragged their mouths together into a deep tongue twisting kiss, as if trying to swallow my wife's orgasm and not wake Amanda or the baby. If Amanda was sleeping...I suddenly remembered that Kara had come to the kitchen to get a ginger ale for her bff, sick from too much New Year's partying, too much fucking, too much booze. 

Kara did not leave me out of our slightly enlarged party. She knew what she wanted, and was out to get it - at both ends, it seemed. She rocked back against my loins, our flesh slapping together in a steady cadence. My thrusting found her rhythm as we slammed together, the force driving my cock deeper into her previously unexplored passages, the fat head of my cock stretching her bowels just a bit more with every stroke. 

Viola's thumb must have been fucking Kara as if it was a tiny cock. Their ongoing kiss muffled the noise, but I felt the cry of passion as every muscle in Kara's tight body tensed. Her glutes clamped down around my cock so I could not move it at all, but I kept rocking my body against hers, totally drawn back into the present, overwhelmed by the experience of sharing with two lovers their discovery of new found pleasures. 

I put my lips to Kara's ear.

"I can tell that the pain has been replaced with intense pleasure, hasn't it, Kara? You're an amazing woman to share this with us, you've done an incredible thing for both of us but I know that you're the one having the most fun. I don't know what else I can offer you." 

"Come for me," she said. "Fill my poop chute with your sweet nectar."

Her muscles gripped my manhood even tighter. My balls drew tight to my body, now seconds away from erupting. Without warning, I felt my wife's fingers slide down our lover's sodden cunt and caress my scrotum. That was all it took. My load exploded into Kara's clenched ass, spurt after spurt of cream flooding into that previously virgin hole. 

All three of us were clumped tightly together, in a Kara sandwich, bodies heaving for breath, sweat the primary lubricant.

My cock started to shrink, having pumped forth more seed than it hard in a year. I slid sideways, somewhat collapsed against the counter as the tip of my organ slipped from Kara's sphincter with a soft "plop". 

In the silence of the dark kitchen, that sound was enough to jolt us all back to reality. Viola pulled her face back, breaking off the kiss with Kara. My wife tossed her hair from side to side, moonlight enhancing the wild look in her eyes as her brain raced to process what she had just experienced. 

Even Kara straightened up, one final shiver coursing through her body, and ran her fingers through her own hair, breath slowly refilling her lungs.

That moment did not survive long, however.

"Viola, you can't waste the stuff leaking out of my cunt and my ass...it would be a shame to have it all puddle on your floor," Kara spoke, "then I'd have to force you to clean it up - by licking it off the floor. Much more fun just to lick it out of me." 

Without pausing, but with a playful giggle, the youngster used her elbows to leverage her body up onto the counter-top. My eyes made contact with Viola's. I expected her to bolt from the room and lock herself in the nursery for the rest of the night, out of shame, or anger toward me,. Or at least a need to process the events. 

Instead, she held my gaze as she replied to her daughter's bff.

"Fine, but he has to step away and not touch me while I do it."

"I want him to watch," Kara purred like a kitten. 

"Fine," Viola bit the word off crisply as it left her lips. "He can watch, he can play with his fucking dick, but he better keep it well away from me - I don't need to get knocked up again." 

I did not have time to process that thought, because the second she finished speaking, Viola dove between Kara's knees, burying her face in that cream filled cunt, slurping at the pearly erect clit, licking down the gash, and then sealing her lips around Kara's anus, swallowing my freshest deposit. 

"She's tonguing my asshole, Daddy," Kara gasped, making eye contact with me as if to draw me back into the sex, even as I stepped a few inches back to avoid brushing against Viola as she munched away. 

I tried to make eye contact with Kara, but could not hold it as she kept staring intensely at my cock. I don't think she realized that she was licking her lips. She was beginning to breathe heavily. 

"Oh, Daddy, you're still half hard," Kara observed next. "stroke it for me."

Viola had not forbidden touching my own cock, and anyway, she was busy swallowing my seed as it flowed out of our lover's ass. 

"You have such a nice cock, Daddy," Kara encouraged me as my hand found its familiar way to hefting the shaft in my palm. "So big, so fat, so quick to recover - I had a fling with a teacher your age and he was only good for one time a night. You are so much better..."

Her voice trailed off at the final word, as Viola started to thrum Kara's clit with a baby finger, the thumb of that hand stroking up and down the young slit just as I started to stroke the cock Kara was describing. Tremors shook through Kara's body as she seemed to be experiencing aftershocks from her earlier climax, or precursors for the next big bang. 

I closed my eyes. It felt so good. I knew the feel of my cock thoroughly after all these years, yet as familiar as it is, it always felt like the first time. Kara was looking back at me as I slid my palm over the head of my cock, cupping it like I did when I read porn, my eyes closing as I focussed on my pleasure, but still aware of the shared experience adding to everybody's joy - even Viola's, whether she admitted it or not. 

My flesh was still wet from Kara's ass. I began to stroke it slowly. My cock was as hard as a rock, sticking straight out from my body, with the hardness that Kara lusted after. A drop of pre-cum emerged from the pee slit. With my finger I spread it around the head. 

"What do you think about when you masturbate?" Kara asked.

"What could be better than two beautiful women pleasuring each other, one - you - looking at my cock as I masturbate watching them."

Kara chuckled lustily.

"Sounds like the ultimate male fantasy, except I don't think that you are going to get to fuck both of us, and you've already fucked me."

I watched quietly for a moment, silently stroking as Kara watched, her fingers running through Viola's hair as my wife ran her mouth up from the youngster's asshole back toward that slit. The tongue action must have been magic, judging from how those twenty year old hips writhes on the counter top. 

"Regardless, I think that this is what I'm gonna masturbate to for a long time," I admitted.

Kara laughed again. I was glad I came several times already, as this portion of the night was so sensual and I did not want to come too quickly and ruin the experience. I wanted to put on a great show for my stepdaughter's bff. 

We continued like this for a bit, me stroking my cock, Viola lapping at Kara's cunt, Kara's toes curling from the excitement of watching me as my wife teased her clit, and began adding a little finger action into Kara's wet gash. Everybody's breathing started to get a bit ragged. Kara's eyes switched back and forth from my cock to my face, but then they lost focus, rolling back in her head. 

I especially enjoyed how the angle of my view allowed me to see Viola's tits dangling as she ate out Kara. Though Viola had forbade touching, she had not banned my imagination or my desire. I stroked my cock to yet another erection thinking about how much I wanted to grasp those two breasts in my hands. As best as she could, Viola slurped my seed out of Kara's gash and ass. Their size appeared too swollen even for my extra large hands and some of the warm soft, tit flesh would no doubt spill out around my fingers. I still yearned to squeeze what I could, however, and relish the feel of those handfuls that I had been denied for too long. 

Kara's gasp brought me back to reality.

"Too hard?" Viola asked, briefly raising her mouth from Kara's openings, but keeping her head so close that I knew warm air was still teasing Kara's clit. 

"No, I just need more - or different, I guess..." in the pause that followed, I knew that Kara would be blushing even though the light was too dim to show it. I loved how this young woman could be virginal one moment, a slut the next. 

She demonstrated that further by continuing.

"I think the reason that I wanted to suck your tits so badly was that no one seems to appreciate my tits as much as I do, so I just knew you would feel the same way - and I was right."

She giggled nervously, her finger tips grazing her erect points. Viola was lazily fingering Kara's clit as the girl spoke further.

"They are intensely sensitive to being touched. I love it when they are touched and sensuously but also, in the heat of passion, when they are gripped roughly, sucked hard and even bitten. When my nipples get sucked the electricity runs in spiky currents straight to my clit. That's how I have my best orgasms. But the young studs with their hard meat don't seem to get that. Daddy does. So I hope you won't mind if I want him to play with my tits while you finish eating me. That's how I think I'll come the hardest."

My eyes shifted from Kara's tits to my wife's face. I could not make out her expression, but the shape of her shoulders indicated guarding. 

"Sure, as long as he doesn't try to be sneaky and use that as an excuse to stick his prick in my cunt, baby."

Viola said the last word softly, and her body language relaxed as she lowered her mouth once again to nibble her lover's pearl. 

As I stepped close to the counter, lowering my head to Kara's chest, my erection bumped Viola's hip, but she did not bolt or jump away. If anything, her thigh might have shifted as if snuggling me a bit.

Softly and tenderly at first, I began kissing the pliant flesh of Kara's tit, circling from the areola to the underside, letting my tongue trail around to explore the valley of her cleavage. With each circuit, the circles became smaller and smaller around her nipples. 

Kara brought her lips to my ear and whispered as I teased her right nub with my teeth, "She said you can't fuck her cunt, but notice she never said you can't fuck her ass. I bet that is what she really wants - remember how she said she came when I begged you to fuck me in the ass." 

"Hey, no secrets here," Viola objected.

"Shut up and suck my cunt, woman," Kara laughed. Clearly still more than a little drunk, "I was just telling him not to bite too hard."

"I think he doesn't think that there is such a thing as too hard - in biting like in cocks you know," Viola laughed back, and then was quiet, only the sound of her tongue exploring Kara's folds for bits of my seed to be heard.

I took the cue to nibble harder, first one tit and then the other. Kara was moaning and writhing beneath me. Clearly, the young woman loved being the center of attention, even if that was at the hands - or mouths - of her best friend's parents in the middle of the night, in the kitchen, while that best friend was passed out upstairs after too much New Year's Eve. 

My wife was so focussed on Kara's demands that she ignored the way that her hips kept shifting, her own excitement grinding her flesh against my cock whether she cared about it or not. At some point, without consciously thinking about it, my arm shifted around and I steadied myself with a hand on Viola's butt, which I only realized when I found myself noticing how amazingly firm it was for a new mother. 

Kara groaned as we attacked her flesh, the combined attention to both her clit and her tits making her pant for air. Her hips starting to hump up off the counter against Viola's face. I rolled a nipple with my tongue, grazed it with my teeth and stuffed as much of it in my mouth as would fit. 

"Yesssss, that's the spot," Kara moaned, sounding like her release was just around the corner and that she was desperate to get there, her fingers holding Viola's head to Kara's slit. "Right there - keep that pressure against my clit. Can you feel the jolts of electricity bursting out of my clit?"

"I don't know about Viola, but I can feel them surging through your tits," I replied, knowing that my wife's mouth was still a little busy. I was more than a little shocked at how talented Viola seemed to be with her mouth on another woman's cunt. 

Kara bit her lip as Viola stuck her thumb into Kara's ass while still dragging her teeth across the youngster's clit. Viola's nibbles were replaced with hungry little bites alternating with long soothing licks. Then when, finally, I took a nipple into my mouth, Kara did let out a bit of a shriek. She also spasmed, her shapely leg kicking out and her arm flinging wide, accidentally knocking over a fruit bowl that had been sitting on the counter. The bowl crashed to the ground. The noise startled Viola who raised her head at the sound of the shattered ceramic. 

"Just keep fucking going." she said, looking me squarely in the eye. Then she resumed licking her lover without acknowledging that at some point while we were both focussed on Kara, Viola had started to stroke my cock with her free hand. I wasn't sure, but as my hand massaged the area between her anus and her slit, Viola's movements seemed to become more vigorous in response.

I didn't need to be told twice, sucking hard on Kara's nipples, while my hand began to more aggressively caress my wife's ass. Viola began to moan into Kara's quim. I could start to feel my wife's juices flowing out of her cunt, wetting her inner thighs as my fingers grazed the area between her legs before trailing back up to the crevice between her buttocks. The thought of how she was reacting to just my touch, after months of frigidity, shocked me. A shiver ran through my loins and out the tip of my cock as I thought of how she might react to my cock filling her rear. It was almost a terrifying thought, but the fear dissipated when I felt Viola's thumb rub along my pee slit, smearing the precum around the head of my sword. 

The whole time, Viola seemed totally possessed with sucking Kara's cunt and fingering that perfect ass. I continued to pay attention to the drunk twenty year old, sucking one nipple for a while as I groped the other before switching. I could tell Kara was coming close to another orgasm and increased the intensity with which I attended to her, barely noticing that my wife had shifted her feet a tiny bit further apart, allowing my fingers easier access to both her rosebud, and to scoop up the fluids that were there as a handy lubricant. 




Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 02



My cock lurched when I felt a stronger grinding motion in Viola's hips. Then the scent of her arousal hit me. My hands continued to explore her ass but I was going to make her take the next step. 

"Do me like you did her." Viola commanded as she paused, then moved her head down to fuck Kara's slit with her tongue, making it stiff like a cock, the hand not fondling my cock moving from Kara's anus to her clit. 

Maybe she was not so drunk with lust that she realized the advantage she had just given to me, but it was clear she didn't care anymore. Her mouth and fingers worked faster to pleasure her new young female lover, who responded with a continuous stream of sighs and groans. 

Now that Viola had confessed her need, I lifted my head from Kara's chest. She approved with a smile and a tiny nod. I shifted around a bit more behind Viola, still teasing Kara's nipples with one hand as I allowed the fingers of the other hand to knead deeply into the muscles of Viola's ass. Viola's body shuddered at my touch.

"Ohhhhh, ohmigawd,"she screamed, oblivious to the fact that her drunk sick daughter was just upstairs, pushing her ass back against me. She and Kara seemed to be having volcanic climaxes at the same time, but I knew that it was not my fingers that Viola wanted. She wanted my cock. But I needed her to beg me for it. 

Viola arched her back, frustration driving her back against my hand. My cock throbbed in her fist, held so tightly that it was painful. 

"Ohhhh, fuck," she grunted while her ass pressed urgently against my hand. Viola almost never cursed - I knew she had to be totally turned on. I ground my fingers deep into her ass, spreading and caressing the firm flesh until the pucker of her anus came into view. I saw the bright pink of her rosebud opening like a mouth wanting to kiss my fingers.

I felt her erotic energy coursing through into me as as she writhed beneath me in response to my touch, trying to draw my fingers inward. I teased around her anus, but held off penetration. Sated for the moment, Kara seemed willing to catch her breath and share our moment by watching. She still had a firm grip on Viola's hair, so she dragged my wife's mouth swiftly up to meet lip to lip for a deep kiss. Kara's hands roamed Viola's back. One hand slid around Viola's side to her chest and seized her nipple, pulling her entire breast with it. I couldn't believe how long and hard the nipple extended out as Kara rolled it savagely between her finger tips, producing a fresh surge of white liquid which Kara greedily shifted to where she could slurp away at the offering. I nearly blew at the sight of the young woman once again using my wife as a milk machine.

"Oh...ohhh...ohhhhh" Viola grunted and then sighed with each suck. Her back arched. The muscles of her ass clenched, trying even harder to swallow my hand. 

Then I realized that the young woman was positioning my wife, holding her steadily against her, Kara's knees holding Viola in the perfect spot where I could fuck my wife's ass and Kara would feel it right in her sodden cunt. 

But Viola was not begging for it yet, so I buried three fingers deep in her gash, thumb strumming her clit, while my other thumb just lightly teased her anus. Her rosebud pulsed hungrily and my cock throbbed with her. My fingers pressed deep, slowly moving around her clit to build the excitement. 

My hands continued to caress her ass as she sighed and whimpered. She rotated her hips, as I kept up the slow massage of her clit and nipple and Kara continued to feed off her tits. 

"Soooo good ..." Viola moaned, "but I need more..."

As she spoke, her voice started off quietly, but rose into a roar. I still was aware that her daughter was somewhere in the house, but clearly she was beyond caring, beyond thinking, overcome by lust. Just where I wanted her. 

"What do you need?" I responded, wishing that Kara was free to do my dirty work, but our young lover had her mouth full of nipple still. 

"I want to feel your cock inside me."

"Inside where?"

"Inside my asshole, you asshole..."

I responded by slapping her ass.

"Is that anyway to talk to the man you love?" I did not care if it was only my cock she loved for now. I needed her to get hooked on sex again, so that the baby was no longer more important than me, or at least, my cock. She did not respond at first, so I swiftly slapped each of her butt cheeks a half dozen times, each stroke a bit harder than the last. Kara started giggling as I began, but by the time I finished, the young woman was chuckling deep from her belly, while still nibbling my wife's tits. She assisted my project by biting down hard on a rubbery nub just as I landed my last blow

"I... I'm ...sorry..." Viola mumbled. Her hips were a more telling indicator, pushing back toward my hand and my cock harder than ever. 

"Why should I care what you want?"

"Because...because..." Viola was at a loss.

"Because she doesn't just want your cock in her asshole, she NEEDS your cock in her asshole, Daddy," Kara stopped suckling long enough to supply the correct answer.

"Then she needs to say it..."

"Please, Daddy, please fuck my ass. My slutty ass needs to be filled by a big fat cock. By your big fat cock, please Daddy," Viola finally begged.

To distract her, I slid my hand under her body and found her stiff little clit. Viola pushed and panted her way to the brink of an explosive orgasm as I teased her pearl.

I played her body like a musical instrument, making her quiver between my body and Kara. Finally, her orgasm exploded, rippling through her cunt until her entire body began to quake. Kara dragged Viola's mouth to her lips, locking on tightly to swallow the scream that followed as my wife's ass and pussy exploded at my touch. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in orgasm, and I got to share a great one as Viola's body twitched and shuddered. The shock waves flowed through into Kara, who started a climax of her own, hips bouncing up harder, pushing Viola back against my hard cock. That was exactly what I was waiting for. 

My tip pierced the gaping opening of her anus even before the final syllable reached my ears. I shoved in hard, burying myself right to the root in one stroke. I held it there, feeling myself throbbing in that tight passage. Viola grunted in shock at the first sensation, and then whimpered slightly. Kara calmed her with gentle caresses. I thrilled to her sphincter pulsing wildly around my meat, matching the contractions in her cunt

"Incredible..." Viola sighed as she got used to my cock sawing in and out of her bowel. "So warm, so hard. I love being this full." 

My shaft continued to pump in and out of her ass, and I felt the excitement build again in her body. Her grunts grew in pitch, and then she pushed back hard. I rammed my cock deep into her and felt her inner muscles begin to throb. Kara's legs were holding Viola steady, so I grabbed Kara's hips as handholds and drove myself into Viola's ass, over and over again. Both of them stayed right with me, pushing back each time I was fully buried. I held back as long as I could, glad that I had already come several times. This allowed each of the women another climax. 

Kara came first this round. Her groans got shorter and lower in pitch. I slid my hand between the two sliding bodies and found her clit, rolling it between my fingers. A few more bucks of her hips, and her body went rigid. She shrieks as her body shook with another massive orgasm.

That seemed to trigger Viola's climax. She screamed as her ass clenched around my cock, and her entire body shook with the force of it. I felt the waves reach her milk laden breast, her nipple pulsing as Kara once again bit down on a nipple. Viola's body throbbed between us, and she whimpered and groaned through the explosion, not calming as the waves built rather than subsiding. 

When it became too much, I pulled her back tightly against me, smashing her mound against the underside of my cock. My cum surged out in white hot jets, shooting deep into the depths of her bowels. I grunted with each blast, savoring my release from the excitement of sharing this experience with two so very different lovers, and reopening the door to sex in my marriage.

Just as the last spurt of goo emptied out my shrinking member, another voice was heard.

"That looks like fun, but what ever happened to my ginger ale?"



Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 03



"That looks like fun, but what ever happened to my ginger ale?"

My stepdaughter Amanda had stumbled drunkenly into the kitchen where I had just butt fucked her Mother after doing the same to Amanda's BFF Kara. The two twenty year old vixens were staying with us for the holidays. Amanda's Dad had insisted that she get to know her baby half-brother no matter how much Amanda still resented her Mom's infidelity ending that marriage. Amanda had only met me once before - at the wedding - but seemed to view me as symbolizing all the guys Mom had fucked instead of Dad. The fact that I had proved myself incapable of not ogling the two young hotties had not helped, even though if Kara was to be believed, Amanda was as much of a slut as her Mom ever was.

Child rearing had taken the zest out of my marriage with Viola, so when I accidentally encountered Kara in the kitchen, when she came down to fetch fluids to replenish Amanda, who had barfed everything up following some New Year's eve frolicking, lust had overcome reason.

There had been a tense moment when Viola had walked in on us, but Kara's fascination with my wife's pendulous lactating udders had eased things quickly, especially once Viola had admitted that she had spent time watching me make out with the youngster, and fuck her previously virgin ass. After further sex play, Viola had decided that she too wanted to feel my meat pulsing in her bowel.

"Don't let me interrupt," Amanda spoke again filling the stunned silence, as she walked over to the fridge to seek a soda.

"I've got one here already losing fizz for you, sweetie," Kara spoke, indicating a can which by some miracle had not joined the shattered fruit bowl on the floor.

My cock softly flopped out of Viola's rear passage with an audible "plop" that echoed in the kitchen. All three women giggled.

Amanda had stepped within a foot or so of Viola, and almost as close to me, to reach for her ginger ale. She had to notice that my eyes, as they always did, roamed up and down and around her nubile body. Her face shone clean and fresh, suggesting that she had washed up a bit before heading downstairs, but her clothing was still a dishevelled mess. Her teeny tiny too tight white school girl blouse was limp, unbuttoned, the collar yellowed with a vomit stain. Her bubblegum pink nipples strained against the lacy white push-up bra. A flat expanse of spa tanned and toned stomach flowed to where the tartan school skirt was twisted sideways at her waist. She was a perfect expensive mess.

Kara did not hand Amanda the can. Instead, with an evil chuckle, my new lover raised the pop up above head level and said, "Open wide, baby - just like you do when you suck cock."

Amanda was too wasted, too tired, too thirsty to protest as Kara poured the liquid past Amanda's hungry lips. Most of it surged down my stepdaughter's swan-like throat, but ample amounts splashed on her chin and drizzled onto that valley of firm young boob flesh which was offered up perfectly to my eyes as Amanda arched her back.

Viola meanwhile was still excited, grinding her ass back against my groin, trapping my cock between her buttocks and massaging it back toward yet another erection. Without thinking, my hands reached around my wife and fondled her milk laden tits. I noticed that Kara licked her lips, her gaze torn between Viola and Amanda.

Before Kara was finished hydrating Amanda, I noticed that my hands were starting to feel wet. Viola's milk was seeping onto my palms, threatening to flow out from my fingers. Kara was staring at my milking activity. I removed one hand from a tit and held it out to the young woman. Kara grinned, tongue flicking along her lower lip.

"Can't do that and pour," she sighed, raising the can of ginger ale to direct the final drops toward Amanda's bird-like lips.

So I raised the hand to my mouth and licked.

"How does it taste?" Amanda asked, shocking all of us, I think.

"So good," Kara and I breathed in stereo.

"Do you want to try some, sweetie?" Viola asked. "You loved it when you were a baby."

"Yeah, because that makes this less weird," Amanda chortled, and then burped, making the rest of us join in her laughter.

Before the guffaws abated, though, my stepdaughter lowered her head to her mother's nipple for the first time in almost two decades. Viola placed a palm under one of her udders and lifted it up, all the better to angle her nipple up to her daughter's thirsty mouth. Amanda did not hesitate about latching on, lips tight to her Mother's flesh. "Don't be so gentle, make the milk really flow. Nurse me, get it out, I'm so full," Viola encouraged Amanda, fingers gently untangling knots in the youngster's messy hair.

I watched Amanda's cheek working hard, ballooning full of milk; then hollowing as she swallowed and sucked some more. I imagined her tongue flicking across the tip, white sweetness seeping from ducts all over the nubbin.

"Yes...Yes...Yessss!" Viola starting moaning breathlessly and ended up screaming as Amanda harvested her Mother's sweet essence straight from the tit into her hungry thirsty mouth. I was still pressed tightly to Viola from behind and felt the excitement quake through her body as she had a minor orgasm just from this action.

Kara was not the sort to be left out for long. She stepped around right behind Amanda. First, she eased the filthy shirt off of her chum, but then she surprised me by unlatching the wispy bra, which floated to the floor. Kara reached around and began to tweak Amanda's nipples as she pressed her body tight against Amanda from behind, all the better to lean over Amanda's shoulder and begin to nurse on Viola's other tit.

I felt a hand slip under Viola's loins and reach around to where my cock had regrown to full tumescence. It just sat there for a few seconds, holding my hot hard member, but then it started to stroke my shaft. Slipping between Viola's ass and my cock, rubbing the tip against my wife's flesh while kneading my balls and caressing my shaft. I had no idea who it belonged to, but I was way past caring.

Viola squirmed, trapped between my body and the two youngsters feeding off of her excitedly. Later, I learned that was about the moment when Viola felt a finger slide between her labia, softly stroking her slit. She too had no idea who owned the finger, but was not about to stop when it felt so terrific.

If either of us had paused to consider carefully, it had to be Amanda's hands at work, since Viola and Kara were both busy. At the time, the thought that my bitter little stepdaughter would be fondling my manhood would have boggled my mind - as if the tight knot of writhing four way foreplay was not weird enough.

Amanda came up for air, a dollop of breast milk dangling from her lip.

"Does the step-ogler have a cock worth the fucking?" she stage whispered, her slurring words muttered directly into Kara's ear, using the derogatory term I had heard when they had staggered in from their party - a reference to my inability to keep my eyes off of the two young bodies that had paraded through my house during the holiday.

The question hung in the air. I knew that I was shocked. My step-daughter had no use for me - now she was expressing interest in a different sort of use.

"It is thick, and really hard. I loved how it filled my ass, and then throbbed just a bit bigger even after that," Kara sighed in reply, her lips never really lifting from my wife's teat. The girl really had gotten into breast milk, and from Viola's sighs, it seemed that she had a talent for it.

"I thought you didn't ass fuck, slut," Amanda teased her bff.

"So drunk, so hungry," Kara laughed, "You know how it is."

"Hard to say no when it gets that hard?"

Both girls laughed at what was clearly a standing joke between them. Viola joined in the giggles. It was almost like I was not there, even though it was my cock they were discussing; my cock sawing along Viola's butt cleavage; my cock that the unknown hand that we now know belonged to Amanda was exploring with increasing boldness. Her fingers travelled all the way up to the tip, nails raking the slit, giving me a jolt that ran straight up from the knot at the base of my spine to my brain, making me shiver. 

"It is a great cock, isn't it?" Viola sighed."I had almost forgotten..."

Her voice drifted off, and then she gave out a little sequence of squeaks which slowly blended into a squeal, the sensations surrounding her sending her into another orgasm, which I guess explained why she would be saying such an inappropriate remark to her daughter - though the entire situation was pretty inappropriate, I realize now. At the time, I had too little blood in my brain to worry about such things - my engorged organ was doing all my thinking for me, and it was saying that once again my balls were full and aching for relief.

"I know that I loved it." Kara agreed. "I hope I can have more - just wish I had found out how big and fat it is when it gets hard two weeks ago, not the same day I'm leaving."

"I have no plans today - we can spend as much of it fucking as you want," I heard the words coming out of my mouth without realizing that I was thinking out loud.

Amanda was still stroking the weapon in question, exploring it slowly with just the tips of her fingers, not being the greedy cock hungry slut Kara had accused her of being throughout the holiday - which Amanda had never denied. Now, she was tentative - whether because of the alcohol induced unease, or because I was her estranged Mother's new husband, I had no idea.

Kara had resumed feeding from Viola's seemingly inexhaustible tits while Amanda stepped back and took another gulp of ginger ale before stepping to the side of our Viola sandwich, pressing her body against all three of us in a new way. Her hand travelled down my back smoothly, caressing the curve of my ass, and her fingers started to tease my balls. I could see her other hand gripping her bff's shoulder, pressing Kara harder against Viola, and then dipping downward. My contribution was my cock pressing more urgently into the valley between my wife's buttocks, and my hand slipping into the gap between her and Kara, fingers dancing between the two gashes, teasing each throbbing clit in turn. I dropped my other hand down and went to nudge the soiled school girl skirt up, intending to stroke my stepdaughter's cunt, but she beat me to the punch, pressing her loins against my hip so hard that there was no room, dry humping her womanhood against my hip.

"I think first you need to fuck Amanda," Kara suggested as she switched tits, "then I can lick your cream pie out of her stinky cunt - I'm that sort of dirty girl."

Kara and Amanda both cackled.

"But what if I want it in my ass, bitch?" Amanda responded, shocking me. I had not really thought she would fuck me, let alone give me her ass. "Why should I be the only one not to have it?"

"If she won't swallow the flow out of your poop chute, Mommy will," Viola shocked me by responding.

Of course, Kara could not resist taking up the dare at that stage, asserting, "She offered it to me first Mommy - but maybe I'll leave you sloppy seconds if you eat me while I do her."

All three women laughed lustily, the tremors flowing through the cluster of our bodies.

"Don't I have any say in this?" I said.

"No!" three women replied in unison.

"Then I guess I had best get to it, before I pump this load all over your backside,Viola - it might take a while for me to reload again."

I was already wondering if I might then get Amanda to give me a blow job later, or to let me stuff my meat in her steamy cunt.

"Do you need to come before he fucks your ass, sweetie?" Viola asked her daughter.

"No - I think I'm ready," Amanda sighed. "Unlike Kara, this won't be my first ass fucking..."

"Will it be your first ass fucking tonight?" Kara shot back.

"It's not night - it's a brand new day." Amanda laughed, not really answering whether or not I was getting sloppy seconds or thirds. Though at that point, I was way beyond caring.

I eased myself out of the Viola sandwich, turning my body so that my cock stood proudly perpendicular to the floor, pointing directly at my stepdaughter, who had stepped back from my hips as I had turned. I drank in the sight of her, dishevelment making her simply that much sexier. Her hair was a rat's nest, clumps sticking out at odd angles that made me hope that it was semen not vomit clumped among the strands. Her shirt still hung off her shoulders, but the buttons were all undone, and since Kara had removed the bra, Amanda's tits were finally fully on display for me - full, but round, firm, standing straight up from her ribs, topped by rubbery bullets of pink nipples. I thought I saw a few bite marks already turning into bruises around the areolae. Her tummy was absolutely flat, but I had seen lots of that as she had flounced about in bikinis and tank tops during the visit. In fact, the twisted and dirty skirt probably hid her pudenda better than her bikinis had.

Amanda said nothing as she reached her arm out and grasped my cock. It was not her first touch of my manhood, but somehow doing the act while our eyes were exploring each other gave it a more serious air. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lower lip. Her eyes were dancing wildly, reflecting the scant light in the dark kitchen, but seeming to be searching for something - answers, or maybe just a solution for her lust. At that moment, all I really wanted was to kiss her deeply, meaningfully, erasing the tension and dislike that had characterized our relationship thus far. I did not want this to be a hate fuck.

"It IS a very handsome cock," she said as she hefted it, stepping towards me, closing the gap tighter. "I doubt I've had bigger up my ass."

"Tonight or ever?" Kara joked, shattering the moment.

Amanda swivelled her head and stuck her tongue out at her bff, reminding me that though they were twenty, they still could act very juvenile.

"Oh, honey, it doesn't matter - after I left your Dad, I had wild times too, so I bet it's genetic," Viola offered motherly reassurance.

"Wild Times!" Kara and Amanda blurted in unison, jumping and sticking arms out like cheerleaders.

The action caused Amanda to drop my cock, and ended with her twirling up against the island I had earlier used to fuck her bff. Her elbows rested on the marble top, and she thrust her butt back toward me, the scrap of skirt fluttering, teasing my eyes and exciting my cock even more than it already was.

My wife stopped Kara's milking for the moment and turned to observe. She even helped the action along by flipping up her daughter's skirt, all the better for me to see that sexy young ass that had been teasing me the entire time she was visiting. As Viola massaged her daughter's curves, I drank in the view. Amanda's exposed ass was perfect - as shapely as you would expect a twenty year old to be. It was not too tiny and not too big, just firm and round. Her dimpled cheeks flexed invitingly, displaying a tight cleavage. It was the single bubble of a butt I'd ever seen, even hotter than Kara. I just hoped that it was as tight - Amanda had made it clear that unlike her bff, her butt was very well used.

Amanda looked back at me over her shoulder, smiling teasingly as she sashayed her hips side to side. I was tempted to fall to my knees and feast on the most perfect buns I had ever seen, but that was not to be.

"Go ahead and fuck that ass, dear, you know the little bitch needs a good fucking," Viola encouraged me, giving one butt cheek a quick slap for emphasis.

Kara had stepped over behind me and pressed her nipples into my back, bumping her loins against my ass, urging me forward. At that instant, I was really glad that the girl was not wearing a strap-on, because I would be the meat in a sandwich.

"Yeah, stuff that ass for me, Daddy," Kara whispered into my ear, teasing that orifice with the tip of her tongue and then biting sharply on my earlobe. That proved to be a distraction so that she could shove a thumb up my butt. Apparently I WAS going to be the meat in a sort of sandwich.

I lurched forward in shocked response, driving my cock along the gap between my stepdaughter's buttocks, the tip coming to rest in the heart shaped divot where her ass met the base of her spine. Amanda gasped, unprepared, while Viola moaned, her hand massaging my manhood where it rested on her daughter's flesh. Amanda might have been startled, but she did not pull away at all. Instead, she pressed her butt back, pressing her flesh against my groin.

"I love your ass," I told my stepdaughter, not caring that my wife was right there listening along with Amanda's bff whose ass I had just fucked also.

"So happy when a guy knows what he likes." Amanda chuckled. "I think Kara is right - it's really too bad we wasted so much of our vacation not fucking you."

Viola chose that moment to grab my cock and draw the tip to the gap between her daughter's buttocks, pressing it up against the rosebud. As my wife slowly rubbed my rubbery head around to relax her daughter's sphincter. I slid a hand under Amanda's body, briefly tugging on her nipples until she groaned, which made her hips rotate, grinding her anus a bit harder against my cock, nudging the opening wider. I travelled down her belly quickly, and found her hairless young cunt.

"I bet she's really wet," Kara moaned into my ear.

"Is her ass wet enough for you to fuck, my dear?" Viola asked.

"The proof is in the pounding," I grunted as Amanda responded to my thumb finding her clit by driving back against me extra hard so that my cock sank deep past her anal ring until it was buried to the hilt.

Viola leaned across her daughter's back and drew our faces together, locking her lips to mine in the hottest kiss we had ever shared. Kara's thumb surged in and out of my ass, setting a tempo for me to fuck Amanda, but we were squeezed together so tightly that I could barely move. Fortunately, those young abdominal muscles were working efficiently around my meat.

I kept working my thumb around the little pebble of my stepdaughter's clit. Her labia were quivering against my palm as her juices spurted out all over the counter-top. While I was distracted by this activity, Kara must have grabbed a hunk of Viola's hair because that kiss got abruptly interrupted and I could sense more than see that my stepdaughter's bff was now kissing my wife again.

What followed was one of the best ten minutes or so of my life. Amanda's vagina was heaving and squeezing just as violently around my touch as her asshole was kneading my throbbing cock. Her bff added a second, and then a third finger, stretching MY ass wider, and teasing my prostate. My wife was alternating between kissing the bff and me, while her hands worked both young bodies like musical instruments, strumming their nipples, drumming down their spines. The post-adolescent goddess who happened to be my stepdaughter twisted her hips around my cock while grinding her cunt around my thumb, and then a few extra fingers, until she burst into orgasm humping back against me as she came.

Kara must have felt or recognized the sound of her bff's climax, because just as Amanda began to come, Kara stopped teasing my asshole and thrust her fingers straight to my prostate, giving it a healthy prod. Despite the multiple loads I had spilled that night, starting with masturbating earlier just imagining sex with the very young women now fucking me, great gobs of goo gushed from my balls up the tube inside my shaft, spurting out the tip into my stepdaughter's hungry ass while her Mother swallowed her screams. I could feel her cunt convulsing with only the thin membrane separating my meat from her spasming womb.

My orgasm was strong, but brief. I stayed in place, however, as Kara pressed her body tighter to me, making a very meaty sandwich, assuring that Amanda's climax continued unabated, while my tired tool slowly pulsed from turgidity to tumescence to tepid tube steak. Six hands were roaming over female flesh, expertly caressing sensitive spots, displaying the expertise of shared experiences.




Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 03



Finally, Amanda gasped for air, her tremors subsiding. Her lips spread into a huge smile, white teeth reflecting dim light, her gaze smiling up at me as her Mother licked one nipple and Kara nibbled the other.

"Okay, Daddy, you've proven that I judged you too harshly on first impression - the way you fuck, no wonder Mom married you."

All three women laughed lustily, sharing their pleasure. I stood there in the kitchen, grinning like an idiot. Though only an idiot would not be grinning at having ass fucked three hot women - wife, stepdaughter and stepdaughter's bff,- in rapid succession, so it was an odd expression. I had every right

to be thrilled, more so because with Kara's help, the ice had been broken with my frigid wife, who by all indications had rediscovered the joy of sex and indicated that our sex life might return to something normal, rather than Viola pouring all her energy into the baby.

"And you haven't even had him eat your cunt yet - he's the best I've ever had, and I've had more than a few." Viola finally was able to speak, breathlessly.

"Speaking of eating, are we going to clean up that spunk?" Kara giggled. "I thought we agreed to share?"

As she spoke, Kara gently hip checked me. We were still packed tightly together so her nudge was not enough to really move me out of the way, but it did cause my shrunken member to "plop" loose from Amanda's anus. I then behaved the part of a gentleman and stepped back. Kara wasted no time dropping to her knees as Amanda spread her feet a tad wider.

Viola followed along, slinking down her daughter's body, never breaking flesh to flesh contact entirely. Amanda squirmed, her butt moving further from the counter, so that Viola could trail her maternal tongue around my stepdaughter's waist, across her taut belly, pausing to probed the navel which had once connected them, while Viola settled to the floor underneath Amanda, in front of Kara, who continued to lick her BFF's dripping ass from behind.

I stood there for a few minutes watching, though not really knowing where to look- so much was happening so fast, even though each of the women was actually moving slowly and gently. The lust abated by the sex we had just shared, though appetites remained.

Then Amanda made eye contact with me, and held it. I felt my lips pull into a grin, and my shoulder might have shifted in a slight shrug. Just before breaking our gaze to unleash a series of groans caused by Kara and Viola swirling two pointed tongues in and around her asshole, my stepdaughter beckoned me closer, with the classic crooked finger gesture. I automatically obeyed, stepping to the side of the three women so I was near where Amanda's head and shoulders rested on the counter.

"You need to be cleaned to," Amanda sighed in between moans and reached her dainty fingers toward my spunky cock.

"B...bu...but...I just fucked your ass."

"I don't care, I need you in my mouth."

To stifle any further debate, Amanda brusquely grabbed me tight in her fist and pulled me closer, guiding my cock past her lips in a smooth motion, her tongue instantly swirling along my shaft. God she was good, her mouth was so warm and the grip of her lips so tight. I leaned forward to stop her; I didn't want to blow my load too soon, if in fact I had another load to blow again. My cock had lost much of its earlier girth, but somehow it found the power to swell afresh, until its fatness filled Amanda's tiny mouth stretching her lush lips. She took it bravely, rolling her tongue over and round the shaft as my tip buried deep into her throat. I could feel the electricity coursing through four bodies as we all shared our sexual energy.

I felt any remaining tension flow from my shoulders, down my spine, as if it was passing out of my cock and was being swallowed by Amanda, who I guess was in turn sharing it with her mother and BFF.

My stepdaughter was demonstrating conclusively just what a slut she really was, even more than her BFF had described in that fateful car ride in from the airport just two weeks before. I had read stories about ass to mouth sex - ATM - but never thought anybody would really do it, yet here Amanda was, sucking me like a pro, and just as unreservedly as if I was fresh from a shower. That thought then made me wonder which vixen might want to share a shower later. I knew Amanda would need one badly. I could smell the stale odour of vomit, sex at the New Year's party, the sweat of this tryst, and her own hormones mixed with my spunk- a rich earthy combination that spelled, and smelled, like a real woman should - but not in public.

I busied my hands stroking Amanda's excited nipples - her firm young tits stood up proudly on her chest. I tweaked each in turn, twisting and tugging, making her upper body squirm just as her lower body was quaking from the attention of the others. I could not see what was happening, but from the giggles and wiggles, I guessed that Viola was alternating between cunt and ass, probably dragging her tongue along her daughter's taint until Kara would share a glob of goo that she had mined out of Amanda's ass. Perhaps Kara would then use her fingers to pull Amanda's buttocks wider apart, allowing her tongue to work from above her chum's rosebud as Viola worked the same target from below. I pictured the two tongues stabbing at Amanda's anus like tiny cocks, each in turn. My fingers caressed Amanda's hip, and grabbed a handful of Kara's hair, tugging it gently, which seemed to please her, judging from the moans.

Time had stopped counting, so I don't know if it was a minute or ten later that Amanda convulsed and cried out, "I'm cummmmming, don't stopppppp..."

However long it was, my cock was in her hungry mouth right up until that moment, and as she screamed, it still rested on her lower lip.

"Fuck me, fuck my mouth," my stepdaughter sighed, "You know you want to. You know you want to come all over me - in my mouth, on my face, on my tits - so that they can lick the rest of me as clean as my asshole."

I obeyed, pushing my cock back into her mouth, her teeth rough against the soft skin on the underside of my shaft. She held her jaw loosely so that I was doing the work, fucking her mouth as instructed, deep slow deliberate strokes. I could feel a fresh hot load of seed rising up out of my balls, a gift to come for my stepdaughter, her BFF and my slutty wonderful wife to share.

Amanda came again, her body tensing and pushing up and out from the counter as the two women beneath her guided her to yet another intense orgasm. The rhythmic pulsing of her throat around the tip of my cock brought me off too. I exploded after one final deep thrust, flooding her mouth with seed as she had demanded, then pulling back to spray a stream of semen across her beautiful young body. Then, finally, my knees went weak and I sank to the floor, falling next to Kara and Viola, who were both gasping for breath, no doubt pausing just briefly before completing the next task of cleaning that Amanda had demanded.

But before we could move again, reality intervened in the form of the baby crying. Viola jumped to her feet with a startled look, gathered her wits and bolted upstairs, leaving the two vixen and I wondering just what the hell had happened here.