This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com ================================================================================ From: Wolf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.) (1/3) Date: 29 Nov 1995 23:09:54 GMT Message-ID: <49ip82$1hj@news.zNET.net> This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------------------11745956906 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii jennysnewvocabulary(1/3).txt ---------------------------------11745956906 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain Disclaimer If you are under 18, do not read this. Furthermore, if you have delicate sensibilities which are easily offended by sexually explicit material, you should probably avoid this post. Of course, if you fit either of these categories, you probably shouldn't be trafficking on A.S.S. either, but that's your problem. For those of you who have made it this far, here are a few additional disclaimers. 1) This story is extremely long and very graphic. If you are someone who appreciates stories with detailed descriptions of sexual acts that also take their time to get where they're going, you might enjoy this story. 2) This story is essentially a straight male fantasy. As such, it is unlikely that you will appreciate it much if you don't fit that profile. Of course, I invite all interested parties to read and form their own judgments. 3) This story encompasses a number of fetishes, e.g. spanking, voyeurism, light D&S. However, this is not a fetish story. The reason I often don't like fetish stories is that sex generally takes a back seat to the fetish. In this story, sex is in the foreground, and the incorporated fetishes are peripheral. This is my first attempt at fiction writing of any kind. Therefore, any constructive feedback is ESPECIALLY welcome. Please e-mail me with any reactions you may have, whether positive, negative or indifferent! JENNY'S NEW VOCABULARY by Wolf Chapter 1 Steven awoke in a cold sweat. Groggy and disoriented, he was vaguely aware of some insistent condition. His body was speaking to him. He reached down under the covers and felt his hard cock protruding through the crotch of his underwear. Damn. It was her again. He'd had another erotic dream about her. He hadn't felt this way since he was 16. She'd completely taken over his dream life, and worse yet, she was beginning to encroach on his waking life as well. Even when she was not the object of his conscious fixation, she always persisted somewhere, at least at the periphery, unbalancing him, unfocusing him, unnerving him. So intense was her effect on him, drawing out currents of libidinal energy that he'd thought were long extinguished, that Steven was beginning to regret ever having married her mother. This he had done 8 years prior, when she was 10 years old. At the time, she was a wide eyed, cute if tomboyish girl who liked to eat icecream and had a penchant for meandering about in crowded downtown areas and getting lost when her mother took her shopping. She had immediately taken a liking to Steven, who had a natural affinity for kids. They formed a bond which had many of the same elements of a typical father-daughter relationship. Steven was a few years younger than her mother, who was 31 at the time they married. She had died in a tragic accident 3 years later, and left Steven saddled with the dual burden of working full time and raising a girl who was then immersed in the complexities of onsetting puberty and adolescence. He had had a rough time of it for a while, having to consult counselors and enlist the assistance of friends and family. Fortunately, she seemed to emerge from this period a well adjusted and mature young woman, independent and academically competent despite her persistent childlike demeanor. Even though she had recently turned 18 and had been admitted to a prestigious university which she planned on attending the following year, she continued to sleep with her stuffed animals and respond to childlike forms of address. But there was more to it than these specific regressive behaviors. There was something almost intangibly childike about her. In spite of this, Steven had watched her grow up and blossom into young womanhood. Though for a long time he had been consciously aware of the profound physical transformation that she had underwent, it didn't fully resonate with him until recently. He was uncertain if this was a result of fatherly naivete. In any case, the image of a child was something that Steven had never associated with any kind of sexuality. That is, until he became aware of the striking disparity between her inner persona and her physicality. He couldn't pinpoint the precise moment, but he had a sense that there was a moment in time. Something. Perhaps when she stood, shifting her weight, bare thighs tensing against the coarseness of a tight denim skirt. Perhaps when she rubbed her tired feet after a hard workout, letting out sounds of soft sensual pleasure. Perhaps the way she sometimes let her head fall back when tasting food she liked, eyes closed, her thick hair cascading to the middle of her back. Somehow it happened. Sometime the moment occurred. Steven didn't know whether this moment was the genesis of his desire for her or of his conscious awareness of that desire. Either way, he knew that she'd ignited within him a passionate longing that he'd never before experienced. He wanted to invade her. He wanted to peel away layer after of her physical and psychological defenses. He wanted to get inside her clothes and her body. He wanted to be inside of her. He closed his eyes, drifting off as the image of her began to resolve in his minds eyes. Jenny was on the tall side, with straight, medium-long blond hair. She often wore it in a ponytail. Her face was cute in a schoolgirlish way. She had large, wide set blue eyes and thick, full lips. She often wore an expression of disarming sweetness and innocence, even on the rare occasions that she did something wrong and Steven or his wife had to punish her. Her body was ample, fleshy all over, though not flabby. Her skin was lightly tanned, firm, without a blemish. A little like baby fat. Steven thought she had the kind of body that would eventually give way and become bulky and sag with age. For the present, however, neither of these adjectives could appropriately describe her. Her long, thick tanned legs were well contoured, without being excessively muscular. She had especially prominent calves. Her ass was large and round, and the cheeks jutted out prominently. Her wide hips contrasted starkly with her narrow waist and flat midriff. Her breasts were extremely large, so much so that they strained and stretched whatever fabric they were encased in, even when she wore loose fitting tops. They often jiggled and bounced when she moved, or laughed. In spite of their size, her breasts were impossibly firm. They always jutted straight out, almost perpendicular to her chest. For a while, Steven thought that she must have taken to the practice of wearing especially supportive bras, to prevent her obvious bulk from acquiescing to the inexorable laws of gravity. However, one evening she came out of her bathroom wearing a long, thin white nightshirt. Apparently, she had just emerged from the shower and her nipples were quite erect. Steven could just barely make out the pinkness of her aureoles through the garment, and could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts expanded straight out, two huge globes sinking downwards only slightly more than when she wore a bra. Though she was barely 18 with body of a voluptuous 20 year old, but she had an oddly girlish voice. She spoke in high and wispy tones, perhaps accounting for this childlike quality which contrasted almost preternaturally with her fully evolved, very adult physicality. Though her wardrobe was trendy and conventional, these days everything she wore seemed to make Steven intensely aroused. Her enormous wardrobe encompassed only a few basic outfits, variations of the same themes. Certain themes predominated. Most common were mid thigh length, tight denim skirts, penny loafers with white, fold down socks, and t- shirts, some times tight fitting, sometimes loose fitting. On occasion she wore a pair of loafers with platform heals that made her calves more prominent, and caused her ass to jut out even more than usual. This was Steven's favorite outfit, with the exception of her cheerleading uniform. Her uniform was blue and white, her school colors. The top was either a tight sweater or a sleeveless, button down vest, depending on the season. Steven especially appreciated the vest, as it was not sufficient to contain her massive tits. The recesses between the buttons, caused by the garment's wrinkling accommodation of her mass, were often gaping. Through the arm holes, Steven could always see at least part of part of her bra and her often oozing breast flesh. The skirt was extremely short, much shorter than her denim skirts, resting only about four inches below her crotch line. As she walked, the skirt would swing, offering him glimpses of the bottom of her tight, white cotton panties and her emerging ass cheeks. When she bent over, even slightly, Steven could get as much better view. She always wore white canvas shoes decorated with blue glitter and flimsy, fold down white socks with her uniform. Steven was intimately familiar was Jenny's underwear. Recently, he had taken to the practice of going through her dresser drawers. At first he was ashamed of himself, and he knew it was an invasion of her privacy, but he ultimately rationalized it by classfying his behavior as a safe, acceptable form of gratification. What were the alternatives? Groping her? Hiding in her closet while she undressed? Since Jenny left an hour before Steven every morning, it was convenient for him to go into her room and spend time examining her clothing. Though he was very invasive and often careless, he was pretty sure that Jenny was so naive that she would never suspect a thing. Her bras were mostly white and satiny or lacy. The cups were of course vast. Her panties were of a variety of colors, but mostly white or light pink. Though some were silky or lacy, most were plain cotton. They were generally quite skimpy, but not outrageously so. Some of them were decorated with print patterns, like teddy bears or little pink hearts. He would often sniff them, and rub them over his face, thinking about Jenny's sweet pussy being encased in them, secreting vaginal juices into them as she walked, jumped up and down in her cheerleading routines and went about her daily activities. Sometimes he could smell a hint of her pussy odor in the crotch area. This made him especially aroused. In fact, he enjoyed this so much that he devised a method of gaining access to her prewashed panties by retrieving them from the hamper or the bathroom floor. One day he retrieved the pink cotton panties that she'd worn with an especially tight pair of jeans that day. The scent of her pussy juice on them was so pungent and aromatic that he immediately ran to his room and jerked off. After that, he took to the practice of jerking off after examining her underwear. Though tempted, he was too careful to jerk off into her panties and bras. Steven made a game of trying to identify the underwear that Jenny wore every day, matching up the glimpsed images that he caught under her short skirts and light colored shirts with the specific articles with which he had become familiar. Jenny frequently gave him opportunities to gain partial glimpses of her underwear, by bending over while wearing short skirts or tight shorts. He quickly became expert at this identifying routine. Oddly enough, despite Steven's rampant voyeuristic behavior, Jenny apparently never noticed or suspected a thing. Either he was more discreet than he thought, or she was too naive to take notice of his enterprises. Steven quickly became frustrated with this limited visual access and tried to formulate better means of viewing her forbidden areas. He would sometimes situate himself under the staircase and try to glimpse her from underneath as she walked up the stairs. This had varying results. As the recesses between the stairs were narrow and the lighting on the stairwell was often poor, his view was usually fleeting and poorly lit. Though on occasion he would catch a fairly good glimpse of her panty clad ass in this manner, his frustration quickly intensified. Since he knew he could never really have her sexually, he craved as much vicarious gratification as he could get. He thought that just one really good view of her panties would cure him of this burgeoning fixation that was gripping him. For several months he tried in vain to devise a plan that would allow him to accomplish this. He had almost given up hope when one day she came into his study where he was preparing a report to present at a board meeting the next day. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and black loafers with short, flimsy white socks. She told him that she needed to go up into the attic to get her old baton that she used to twirl in junior high. Apparently, her friend Ashley's younger sister was interested in taking up the hobby and Jenny offered to loan it to her. The attic was old, dusty, and packed with various paraphernalia and relics of times long forgotten. Its entrance was a ceiling hatch in a walk-in storage closet on the top floor. Since the ladder was old and creaky, she asked if Steven could go up into the attic to look for the baton. "I'm sorry, honey. I'm too busy to go rummaging around in that attic right now, and I don't think you should go up their, either. That ladder is awfully unstable. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself, " he said with genuine concern. "Well, why don't you hold the ladder for me? I really need to get that baton. I owe Ashley a big favor," she said with a pleading tone. Steven's first instinct was to point out the obvious: if he had time to hold the ladder for her, he might as well go up there himself. Then the prospect took shape in his mind. Steven's blood raced, and he felt a shiver overtake him. His cock immediately began to harden. "Uh, OK honey, I'll hold the ladder for you, but be careful." He thought he detected a slight quaking in his voice when he said this. He hoped she hadn't noticed. "Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, smiling broadly. Steven followed Jenny up the stairs. The entire way his eyes were riveted to her swaying ass which, though well concealed from view by the length of her skirt, was exceptionally well outlined by its tight denim fit. The anticipation of what might lay ahead caused his dick to became progressively harder. He silently resolved to keep his expectations low. If he could even catch a good short glimpse up her skirt, he would be ecstatic. As they entered the storage room, he turned on the light. The ladder was in worse shape than he'd remembered. One of the rungs was almost totally decayed. "I'm a little scared of climbing this, daddy. Maybe you should hold onto my ankles as well as the ladder. That way you can catch me if I fall," she said anxiously. "OK," Steven said. "Don't worry, it's only about 12 feet up. I'll keep a good hold on you." She looked at him with a faint smile, her blue eyes betraying unease. "OK," she said. She began to slowly climb the ladder, which creaked loudly as she ascended. With each slow, careful step, her ass and panties were progressively revealed to Steven. She stopped at the 6th rung and began the difficult task of opening the hatch, which was heavy and had a complicated latch mechanism. From this vantage point, Steven had an excellent view up Jenny's skirt. He immediately recognized her panties as a skimpy white cotton pair with lace trim that he particularly liked. Unfortunately, her legs were close together, so he didn't have a direct view of her crotch area. He could, however, see ample amounts of Jenny's firm, creamy ass flesh emerging from the narrow confines of her panties. He could also see how the tight cotton disappeared into her ass crack, headed for other territory. Steven was trying to be discreet, so he kept his gaze downward, occasionally stealing brief glimpses. His cock was rock hard and throbbing, and he sensed that his breathing was becoming more rapid. It occurred to him that he was holding onto the ladder so firmly that he might break it. After a couple minutes of fumbling around with the hatch, she finally got it open. She took a step up to the next rung and looked around in the darkened attic. The ladder creaked loudly. "Daddy, you need to hold onto my ankles. In case I fall, I want to make sure that you can catch me," she said nervously. Steven grabbed Jenny's ankles tightly. Her skin felt silky and smooth. Her head and arms were in the attic, which was too small and cluttered for her to enter, and he could hear her rummaging around through the junk. The ladder creaked again, and it occurred to him that he needed to hold onto the ladder as well as her ankles. Another shivering blood rush came over him when he realized how he would accomplish this. "Jenny, I need to hold onto the ladder too," he said. "OK," she replied absently, apparently concentrating on the task at hand. Steven then proceeded to pull her ankles apart slowly until her feet rested at either side of the rung she was standing on. She didn't react, just continued rummaging around. He quickly glanced upward. He now had a perfect view of Jenny's pretty panties, which had narrowed and were riding deeply into her ass crack as a result of the spreading action. Most importantly, he could see how her panties narrowly and tightly covered her crotch. He could make out the distinct outline of her pussy lips bulging against the thin layer of fabric. He could also see several blond pubic hairs sticking out from under the fabric. He quickly looked away. She stood on her toes. Her little feet clad in white flimsy socks emerged from her loose fitting loafers. He could see the pronounced curvature of her arches. Her calves bulged. Steven couldn't stand it anymore. He knew he was going to be more daring. He didn't think that she could see what he was doing. Anyway, he was willing to take the risk. His eyes traveled the length of her legs, from her dainty feet to her now more pronounced calves up past her silky thighs and to her ass and pussy area. For the next several minutes while she rummaged around in the attic, he just stared, standing on his toes, his eyes no more than 12 inches from Jenny's barely concealed ass and cunt. He inhaled deeply, and realized that he could smell the faint but distinctive odor of Jenny's pussy juices in the air. Turned on by the contact of his hands with her flawless skin, he squeezed more tightly. Then he moved his hands upward from her ankles to her shapely calves. Her skin was like silk! He moved his fingers slightly so as to subtly message her flesh. "Cool! I found it," she said with elation. She looked down and smiled at him. Fortunately, her statement provided him with enough warning to partially avert his gaze. "I'm coming down, make sure I don't fall!" She took one step down the ladder, baton in hand. Instead of moving his hand downward as her body descended, Steven instinctively slackened his grip and let his hands slide up her legs. On the second step down, when Steven's hands were just above her knees, the rung suddenly snapped and she quickly slid down to the next rung, causing his hands to slide up her thighs, which he reflexively gripped tightly. She let out a startled sigh of relief. For a moment she stood there, with his hands gripping her fleshy thighs, several inches above her skirtline. He suddenly let go and since she was only on the 4th rung, she jumped down to the floor. She landed in a crouch and stood up. "Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Steven was so hot for her at that moment that he wanted to rip her clothes off on the spot and violate her in every way imaginable. Fortunately, he retained enough restraint to avoid this course of action. "You're welcome, hon. Why don't you run along to Ashley's house. I've got a lot of work to do." With that, she turned around. Steven was seized by a sudden impulse, and he did something that he'd never done before. He took his hand and he whacked her denim clad ass, firmly. She let out a high pitched squeaking noise, very faint but audible. She turned around and flashed a embarrassed smile. "Daaady!" she said, blushing slightly, her eyes wide with surprise. She then walked to the front door and said, "I'll be back in a couple hours," and left. Steven immediately went into his room and began jerking off furiously. He wanted her bad. He wanted to do everything with her. He wanted to examine every inch of her. He wanted to cup, to grab, to sniff, to taste, to squeeze her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her cunt. Then he wanted to fuck her with total abandon. He wanted to ram his cock into her cunt hole so hard and so fast that she would be left begging for more. Then he wanted to cum all over her, squirting huge globs of semen on her face, her breasts, in her mouth. He had the most jarring, intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life. The orgasm was so powerful it was as if he was in a borderline state of consciousness for a while. He had no idea how long he had ejaculated for, but it must have been at least a full 20 seconds. Later that day, haunted by the image of his stepdaughter's luscious ass spread out before him, he brought himself to several more climaxes. Unfortunately, far from curing his fascination with his stepdaughter, his incredible voyeuristic success that day only increased the intensity of his interest, and consequently his frustration. He knew that she'd be going off to college in a few months, and was determined to get as much relatively safe gratification as possible. He knew he was going to start taking more liberties with her. These liberties took the form of increased physical contact. Although Jenny and Steven had always been demonstrative, frequently hugging and kissing each other, Steven took it a step further. Fortified by his apparent success after the ladder incident, he took to frequently patting Jenny on the behind, usually as a departing gesture when she would turn around to leave the room. Her reaction was always either to ignore it or to let out some kind of high pitched squeaking sound. Sometimes she would flash him an embarrassed smile and blush a little, sometimes not. Because she did not appear to be put off by his behavior, he became increasingly daring, each time patting her butt a little more firmly, until it got to the point were he was whacking her quite hard. On the occasions when he whacked her the hardest, the little sound she would make would be very audible. This turned Steven on and encouraged him to whack her with ever increasing force. In addition, he began to pursue the even riskier practice of patting her on her thighs. He liked to do this especially when she wore her cheerleading outfit, because he could touch her creamy thighs just below her ass and pussy. . Before she'd leave for school in her uniform, he'd say, "Bye, hon. Have fun at school," and he'd reach over and pat her on her upper thigh, sometimes even squeezing slightly. Her reaction was always to smile innocently and go off to school. The thought of this gorgeous nymph, this homecoming queen, this adolescent's wetdream, allowing her stepfather to touch her on her ass and thighs was almost as arousing to him as the actual contact. In spite of Steven's various tactile enterprises, he found himself desiring more. If he could only see her naked ass, or watch her enormous breasts spring forth after being liberated from the confines of a tight bra, revealing what he imagined to be lovely pink aureoles and pebble hard nipples. But most of all, he had to see that beautiful cunt of hers. As fate would have it, an opportunity would present itself one balmy spring evening. Chapter 2 Steven was working in his study when he heard the phone ring. Jenny, always the more probable recipient of evening phone calls, picked up the phone in the kitchen. After a brief conversation the content of which was beyond the earshot of Steven, Jenny came into the study wearing a baggy sweatshirt and sweat pants, her hair in a ponytail. "I need to go over to Ashley's tonight to help her study for her trig. test tomorrow. She's in a real bind," she said. "Jenny, you know you aren't supposed to go out on school nights. This is a rule that we've expressly agreed upon. Besides, you've got your own homework to do," said Steven. "Oh, come on, daddy. I'm finished with all my homework. Beside, you usually let me go out for a while on weeknights, especially when it's school related." She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes in her usual manipulative way. Steven, of course, could never resist such treatment. "Alright, go ahead, but be back soon," he said, realizing that he was being manipulated, but also understanding that Jenny was too sweet to leave her friend, who was failing several of her classes, in a difficult situation. "Thanks, daddy," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I've just gotta change, then I'm out of here." "Just make sure you're back in a few hours. You've got to get up early for school." "OK, daddy." She said from down the hall. He could hear her trotting downstairs. After a few minutes, he heard her voice calling up to him. "Daddy, have you seen my black jeans?" "Yeah, they're in the laundry." Steven was in the habit of keeping track of the whereabouts of various articles of her clothing, so he was always the one to ask. "Darn," he heard her say, "I'm going to have to wear that old pair of jeans with the hole in the knee. It's the only thing I have that isn't dirty. Could you do the laundry soon?" The last comment fell upon deaf ears. Steven was busy contemplating her choice of attire. If the jeans that she referred to were the ones he remembered, she hadn't worn them in almost two years. Steven recalled that they were awfully tight even then, and she'd filled out considerably. He wondered how she would even manage to get them on. After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, Jenny came upstairs. Steven had moved to the kitchen, where he could see her as she came up. He could not believe his eyes. Somehow, she managed to get herself into those jeans. They were simply the tightest fitting jeans that he'd seen anywhere. They were an old, faded light blue, the kind with a triangular label on the butt pocket. Looking her up and down, he could see that the straining denim had absolutely no slack, anywhere, even down around the ankles. In fact, the stitching along her outer legs seemed almost pulled apart, straining heroically to contain Jenny's ample flesh. Her ass was perfectly outlined, her large, spherical cheeks jutting outwards. The back seem ran down the middle of her ass and took a perilous inward turn right into her butt crack. Most importantly, he could see the distinctive form of Jenny's fat, bulging cuntlips and her deep crack sharply delineated by the crotch seem. He'd never seen a pair of jeans that revealed so much of a girl's pussy form before. To make matters even more intolerable, she was wearing a tight half shirt, which revealed her flat, tanned midriff. The mass of her breasts made the lower seem of her shirt rest many inches away from her skin. Steven knew that if he could gain the right vantage, he'd see the bottoms of her huge, bra clad titties underneath her shirt. "Gotta go. See you later," she said. He noticed that her hair was loose now, and she had put on some makeup. He thought he detected a hint of perfume, and immediately became suspicious. Why did she need to change out of her sweats, anyway, if she was going to study at Ashley's? When she turned around, Steven cocked his hand back and gave her the hardest whack on her denim-lined ass that he'd ever given her, so hard in fact that she lurched forward, her breasts jiggling. She squeaked loudly, turning around and flashing and embarrassed smile at him. "Aren't those jeans awfully tight?" he said. "They're the only clean ones I have. If you'd do the laundry, I'd have more to wear," she said. "Oh, you just hate to do little menial tasks, don't you princess?" he said, playfully pinching her cheek. She giggled. He smiled at her for a long moment. "Just be back fairly soon," he said. "I will. See you later," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek walking out the door more hastily than usual. Steven went downstairs and watched television for a while, preoccupied by Jenny's apparent deception. Although he'd originally intended to retire early that night because he had a long day at work ahead of him, he decided to wait up for her instead. Perhaps he could get some clue as to her suspicious behavior. Maybe she was having a sexual interlude with some adolescent hormone case from school. As far as Steven knew, Jenny was still a virgin. Though she'd had a couple of boyfriends, he was fairly certain that none of these relationships had developed to the point where she'd had intercourse. Jenny's aunt, her mother's sister, who'd been very helpful to Steven in dealing with Jenny during the difficult period, talking to her about female issues and such, had maintained a maternal bond with Jenny over the years. Her aunt was fairly liberal about sex, and she and Jenny had had a few heart-to-heart discussions about her love life. In the guise of fatherly concern, Steven was able to convince her aunt to relate the substance of these conversations to him. Apparently, Jenny had had several opportunities to have sex, but had turned them down. Although she was interested, she'd felt very nervous and awkward on these occasions, and had decided to remain celibate until the right situation occurred. He wondered if that situation was occurring that evening, perhaps at that very moment. He couldn't decide if the thought of her being fucked by someone angered or aroused him. Perhaps it was a little of both. In any case, if she getting fucked, he wanted to know about it. The time passed way beyond when she told him she'd return. Steven was resolved to stay up until she came in, however late it was. If for no other reason, he had to see her in that outfit once again, her jeans nearly bursting at the seems, strained by the flesh of her ass, pussy and legs. When the time passed midnight, he went upstairs and situated himself on the living room couch so that he could see her as she came through the front door. There he sat, nearly motionless in his preoccupation, until some time after 1:00 when he heard a jangling of keys, and the sound of the door opening very slowly. Jenny slipped in through the doorway. In the halflight of the entranceway, he could see the outline of her prodigious breasts as she turned to close the door gently behind her. She must have noticed the dim light on next to the couch, as she immediately looked right at Steven, her expression confessing startled anxiety. "Come over here," he said with an authoritative tone. She began to slowly move towards him. As she came closer, he noticed that her nipples were now hardened from being out in the cold. He could make out her bulging labia, still clearly delineated by the tightness of her jeans. Then he smelled something unmistakable. It was clearly the smell of alcohol. "Jenny, have you been drinking," he said. "No, daddy!" she said emphatically. "Jenny, you might as well tell me where you really went and what you were up to. It'll only be a lot worse if you don't come clean." After what seemed like a long pause, Jenny let out a sigh and said, "Alright, daddy. You know I can't lie to you. Ashley and I went out to a drive-in with some boys from school. They brought along some beer. I only had couple." "And..." said Steven. "And nothing. We didn't do anything," she said. "You didn't do anything with those boys?" he said. She looked at him sheepishly. "Uh, well, alright, we made out a little, but I swear that's all." "That's all," he said accusatorily. "That's all. I swear daddy!" She sounded sincere, at least as far as Steven could tell. At any rate, he wasn't going to belabor the point. Perhaps he'd get more detail from her later. "Alright, I believe you. But that's not the point. The point is that you went out drinking, which you're not supposed to do. But more importantly, you lied to me. I think I'm going to have trouble trusting you in the future." "I know, I'm sorry, daddy. I promise I'll be honest from now on!" she said with a conciliatory smile. Steven's first inclination was to forgive her, and let her run along to her room. He had never been a strict disciplinarian. Besides, Jenny was generally a good girl, so that on those rare occasions when she did something wrong, he was usually inclined toward leniency. But on this occasion, he was seized by a sudden impulse. He felt flushed. After he opened his mouth, the stream of words that came out from that point on was so alien to him, it was as if it came from a different person. "I'm sorry too, honey, but I'm just going to have to punish you for this," he said. "Punish me?" she said. Her lower lip quivered. She was on the verge of tears. "Jenny, you know I can't just let you get away with this behavior without learning a lesson," he said sternly. "But I HAVE learned my lesson," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but there are times when children need to be disciplined. I'm just going to have to give you a hard spanking for this." "Hmn?" she said, as if she either hadn't heard him or couldn't believe her ears. "I'm going to give you a hard spanking," he said. "But, but, you haven't spanked me since I was 10, daddy. I'm eighteen now! Maybe you shouldn't do that," she said. "I'm sorry, Jenny, but you need discipline, and this in my judgment is the best way to administer it," he said unyieldingly. "Come over here and lie face down over my knees. You can rest your head on the couch. Come on, snap to it." He patted his thighs. There was a long pause, during which he stared at her determinately. Her brow furrowed with confusion. "Come on," he said. "We haven't got all night." After another pause, she said, "OK daddy," in a compliant and defeated tone. Her lips quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She walked over to him slowly and draped herself over his thighs. He could feel her massive breasts dragging over his waist and causing his cock to stiffen even more than it already was. Her face was now buried in the couch cushions and her denim-strangled ass was sticking straight up in the air. Steven thought that she must have agreed because she figured that this punishment, though humiliating, would be easier than any of a number of other punishments which he could have dished out, such as a lengthy grounding. He was determined to disabuse her of this misconception. Steven reached around her waist and began tugging at her pants button. She moved her hand down to intercept this maneuver. She turned her head towards him and said winingly, "You're going to take off my pants?" "Sure, that's the only way to make this a truly effective punishment." He said firmly. "Your pants are coming off, and that's final." She continued looking at him tentatively for awhile, and then she removed her hand and turned her head back into the cushion. "OK, daddy," she said quiescently. Steven's cock was now rock hard. He wondered if she could detect it. After all, she was laying directly over his crotch. He reached under her and began tugging at her pants button, which proved especially difficult to open, due to the friction created by the tight waist line of her pants. He tugged harder, but the button was resilient and he began to think that he might exhaust himself just getting past this preliminary stage. "Jesus, Jenny. These pants are so damn tight I can't even get the button open!" "I know. I'm sorry daddy," she said softly, turning her tear-stained face to him. "Ok, well, I need you to unbutton your pants for me. Come on, suck in that tummy and pop it open for me. The faster you cooperate the sooner this will all be over." "Ok, d-daddy," she said, now sobbing in humiliation. She reached down, propping her ass up a little. She fiddled around with it for a few seconds, then Steven heard a pop as the pant waist slackened around her. Reaching down to pull her zipper, he could feel the fabric of her lacy cotton panties, and the cool smoothness of her exposed flesh. He pulled the zipper all the way down. Immediately, he could see the pants expand to accommodate the full mass of her partially liberated flesh. The waist line was so tight it had imprinted a rough crease into her smooth skin that circumvented her entire waist. The next task was even more difficult. Steven grabbed the sides of the denim waist material and began to tug the pants downward, at first gently and then with considerable force as he began to realize the extent of the resistance. It would be difficult to pull this tight fabric over Jenny's expansive, fleshy buttocks. The pants gave way in small increments, slowly revealing first the top of her butt crack as it emerged above her pantyline, then the panties themselves. Eventually, Steven worked the jeans down to where they were are the apex of her butt cheeks. Then he gave them one hard tug, and they slid down to her thighs, revealing her entire panty encased ass. Her ass was so round and well defined, there were natural creases in her flesh that formed a clear boundary between her ass and thighs. The panties were virtually nonexistent in the lower portion, as the tightness of the jeans had forced them into her ass crack. Since her legs were together, he could not see her crotch region, but he imagined that they were also crammed way into her cunt crack as well. He could already smell the faint aroma of her pussy juice. Steven had come far enough that he wasn't going to stop short of his objective. He grabbed her panties and began to tug downward, encountering resistance as he freed the cotton fabric from the confines of her ass and pussy cracks. "You're taking my panties off, daddy?" she said faintly through a whimper. Instead of replying, he yanked her panties and jeans all the way down to her knees. There was his stepdaughter's gorgeous, bare naked ass, pointing towards the ceiling, waiting to be spanked. "You've been an awfully bad girl!" said Steven. He wasted no time. He immediately gave Jenny's ass a light whack. Her flesh jiggled in response, but its firmness caused it to quickly return to original form. Next he whacked her a little harder. She let out one of her faint, high pitched sounds. Then he decided to let go and he whacked her VERY hard. She let out a loud squeal. He whacked her several more times, alternating cheeks and not ignoring her upper thigh area. Her punctuated utterances gave way to a continuous stream of whimpering and squealing. It sounded somewhere across between a pain response and sexual ecstasy. As he increased his pace to an even greater furor, her whimpering and squealing became louder and more pronounced, to where Steven actually became concerned that the neighbors might hear. He took a brief pause. He knew that he couldn't come this far without achieving his most precious goal. He had to see Jenny's girlish cunt, now buried beneath the fleshy folds of her ass cheeks and thighs. He suddenly understood the only way he could accomplish this. He reached down to her feet and untied her dainty saddle shows, listening to each in turn drop to the floor. This revealed her frilly white socks. He then the grabbed top of her jeans and panties with one hand and in a single motion tugged them all the way off over her feet. He heard them hit the floor. Jenny did not respond but kept her head buried in the couch cushion. Now her entire lower half, her ass and legs, were completely exposed, except for her feet which were covered only by short white socks. She was totally vulnerable. Steven ran one hand up the back of her right leg, starting at the contour of her foot, pressing his fingers hard against her flesh. He then ran his hand over her now red ass cheeks, admiring their silky consistency. He raised his hand and started to whack her again with moderate force. Again, she responded by moaning and squealing. This time, Steven balled up his other hand into a fist and inserted it between her lower thighs, as if to brace himself. This caused her legs to part a few inches, which revealed Jenny's cunt to him. Its tight, wet lips were puckered in the narrow confines of the opening recess between her ass cheeks and thighs. The heady scent of her cunt juice became more pronounced. Steven began to spank her harder, and he lowered his target area to where he would have at least an indirect impact on her pussy region. She responded to this by increasing the volume of her whimpering, and kicking it up an octave to the highest pitched sound that he'd ever heard emerge from her mouth. She squirmed a little. Steven couldn't stand it anymore. He had to see Jenny's naked cunt spread wide before him. With his nonspanking hand, he grabbed her right knee, and pushed it several inches away from her left leg, to the point where her right leg was dangling down to the floor. Now he had a clear view of his stepdaughter's unusually meaty pussy. Her public hair was light and sparse along her slit. Her fat, pink cunt lips bulged out and he could see that her clit was swollen. She was dripping wet. He wanted to see more. He wanted to see it all. "Honey," he said, "I need you to do something for me. I can't do this right unless you spread your legs apart. Can you do that for me?" There was a pause. Then he heard her say, "Alright," in a sweet, innocent voice. Jenny began to slowly spread her legs farther apart. He was uncertain as to how far she would actually go. To Steven's ecstatic amazement, she spread them all the way apart, resting one leg on the coffee table next to the couch. She was virtually doing the splits. This action caused her fat, meaty cunt lips to part, revealing her tight little vaginal opening. It also gave him a better view of her pink, swollen clit. Steven couldn't resist the temptation. He new that Jenny couldn't see what he was doing, and was not sure he cared anymore if she did. While he was whacking her butt, he leaned over and moved his face very close to her crotch, to where his face was only an inch away from her dripping, open slit. He inhaled deeply, and was assaulted with the most intense aroma of the sweetest smelling pussy that he'd ever encountered. At that moment, Steven wanted nothing more than to taste his stepdaughter's glistening young snatch. He wanted to run his tongue up and down her slit, to suck hungrily on her fat lips, to nibble on her swollen clit. He wanted to feel her slippery cunt oils running over his chin and down his throat. In the midst of his frenzied lust to consume this gorgeous creature that lay half-naked draped over his lap, a scintilla of rationality suddenly emerged. It occurred to Steven that he'd probably already gone too far. If he pushed this any further, there could be serious ramifications. He resolved to bring this encounter to a close before things got out of hand. He decided he'd give her just a few more whacks and then let her get dressed. While he was completing this final activity, he was seized by another impulse. In between spanks, in one quick motion, Steven placed his hands on Jenny's now swollen red ass cheeks and spread them apart as far as he could. This caused her cunt hole to expand to where he could see part of the fleshy pink interior of her virgin fuckcanal. It also obscenely exposed her tight little puckered asshole, previously hidden by her converging ass cheeks. He quickly resumed spanking and stopped after a few strokes. He reached to the floor and picked up her panties. "Here you go, sweetie," he said gently, sliding her panties up her long legs and tugging them over her swollen buttocks. She got up and picked up her jeans and shoes from the floor. There she stood, clothing in hand, looking at Steven, a little teary-eyed. The interval seemed interminable. Steven wondered how she was feeling. Was she angry? Was she aroused? Was she ashamed? He just wished she'd say something. "Daddy," she finally spoke. "I'm sorry I lied to you." Steven was almost taken aback by the total sincerity of her tone. "It's OK honey," he said softly. "I think you've learned your lesson. All this will be forgotten tomorrow." She smiled broadly. "I love you, daddy," she said. He was still sitting on the couch. She came over and rapped her arms around him, as he buried his face between her enormous breasts. He stayed that way for what seemed like a long while, feeling engulfed by the mass of her breasts. Then she disengaged, turned around, and walked off, jeans and shoes in hand. He watched as her swollen red butt, sharply contrasted with her bright white panties, disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell. ---------------------------------11745956906-- ================================================================================ From: Wolf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.) (2/3) Date: 29 Nov 1995 23:13:27 GMT Message-ID: <49ipen$1lg@news.zNET.net> This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------------------58851424932591 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii jennysnewvocabulary(2/3).txt ---------------------------------58851424932591 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain Chapter 3 For several weeks following this incident Steven was a model of restraint. It wasn't so much that he was feeling guilty about the liberties that he'd taken with his stepdaughter, at least not from a moral or legal standpoint. After all, they weren't blood relatives, he'd never adopted her, and she was at least barely of legal age. So he probably hadn't done anything illegal. But that wasn't the point. Steven knew that if anyone found out about what had happened between them he could get into serious trouble. At the very least, he faced possible condemnation and alienation from family and friends. Steven became more and more concerned that Jenny might confide in her aunt or possibly one of her friends. He was also concerned that she might have been negatively affected by their strange interlude. God knows he'd read and heard plenty of psychobabble about raising children with proper boundaries. He hoped that he hadn't left her with any permanent emotional scares. Her own behavior left him perplexed. She acted no differently than before: going to school; doing her cheerleader workouts; coming home and discussing the ins and outs of her day with him; doing her homework; and sometimes going out on weekend nights. Moreover, her attitude toward him seemingly remained unaltered. Although he had become physically standoffish with her, she continued to give him hugs and light pecks on his mouth as before. Steven became progressively frustrated with Jenny's cryptic "normal" behavior. He knew she was a little naive, but she certainly wasn't stupid. She had to know that their relationship had suddenly taken on a certain...carnal subtext. If she was interested in taking it further, why didn't she give him some sign, at least a subtle indication. But if she was displeased with what had happened between them, why did she continue to act as if nothing had happened? Perhaps she was in denial. Either way, Steven determined that taking his impulses any further with her would be unthinkable. He resolved to content himself with autostimulation and fantasy until she left for college. That resolution abruptly ended one evening. Steven was laying in his bed watching TV when Jenny came into the room wearing her cheerleading uniform. She had just returned from a late running workout and her nubile limbs glistened with perspiration. The first thing that Steven noticed was that the top button of her tight west was open, allowing her generous cleavage to escape upward and outward. He wondered if she had worn it this way at practice while she jumped up and down, and who might have been watching her. She sat down on the bed next to him, looking fatigued. "God daddy. I'm seriously exhausted. Thompkins had us practicing this new routine for over 3 hours. I mean, what's with her, anyway? This is pep squad, not cross-country!" "Yeah, you look pretty worn out, sweetie. It's good exercise, though. Maybe you should relax for a while before starting your homework." She sighed, grimacing a little at the sound of the "H" word. "Yeah, Ok, I think I'm gonna go watch the tube for a while. Jeopardy's on in a few minutes." With that, she got up and went over to pick up her backpack that she'd dropped on the floor. In doing so, she bent over completely at the waist. Steven's eyes immediately riveted to Jenny's lavish bottom, now completely in view. She wore an old pair of light pink panties, with a few small holes, and a brown teddy bear print. Steven's cock immediately began to throb. To make matters worse, she fumbled around with the pack for several seconds before returning to her feet, apparently zipping it up. When she shifted her weight, causing the panties to ride further up into her ass crack, Steven snapped. His libido immediately staged a coup d'itat on his brain. He didn't know what, but he was going to do something. He noticed her rubbing her back and moaning softly as she hoisted the pack over her shoulder. "Hey Jenny, why don't you hang around here for bit," he said, patting the mattress beside him. "I was gonna watch Jeopardy anyway. We can just hang out and be lazy for a while. I'm kind of tired too." She turned and smiled, dropping her pack to the floor again. "Great daddy. That sounds cool. I didn't really feel like starting my homework for a while anyway." She sat down at the side of the bed, expelling a sigh of exhaustion. "You know, sometimes I wish I'd never joined the pep squad," she said. Steven didn't reply. He was busy thinking about what it would be like to lick the sweat off her smooth, tanned thighs. "God, daddy. That was the most intense practice I've ever had. Every muscle in my body is aching. My feet are killing me." She reached down and rubbed her foot through her white canvas shoe. Then she slumped back and closed her eyes. "Let me rub your feet, honey. It'll make you feel better," said Steven. She let out an anticipatory moan. "That would be incredible. Did anyone ever tell you you're the greatest dad in the world?" Steven didn't reply. He just smiled at her as she positioned herself at the head of the bed and he kneeled down directly in front of her. Immediately, he could see a little of her panty crotch revealed by the recess between her thighs and her short, pleated skirt. He slid both of her white glittery canvas shoes off, revealing her smallish feet, covered by flimsy white socks. Her arches were especially pronounced. Using both hands, he began vigorously rubbing the underarch of her left foot. She sighed, laying her head back and closing her eyes. "Oh, that feels so good, daddy." He had total control of her leg position. Gradually, as he stroked her little sock clad foot, he moved her left leg to the side, until her legs were spread several inches apart. He now had a perfect view of the crotch of her pink cotton panties. He noticed something unusual. The panties were extremely damp in the crotch area, so much so that they clung to the contours of her bulging pussy. Steven reasoned that the intense physical activities in her cheerleading practice must have caused her to secrete pussy juice into her clingy panties. She must have been creaming in this manner for a while, as her panties were almost completely drenched. He stroked her feet for a while longer, listening to her occasional moans of approval. He was intrigued by the disproportionately small size of her feet relative to the rest of her body. Seized by a sudden impulse, he pressed his lips to the underarch of her right foot. "Mmmmm," was her response, her eyes still closed. He then kissed her on the ball of her foot, on her heal and then again on her underarch, this time sucking a bit and creating a damp spot on her sock. He enjoyed exploring the contour of her foot with his mouth, the slightly coarse texture of her socks, and the faint but distinctive odor that they gave off. After a few minutes, his hands moved from her feet to her shapely calves, which he began to rub. The texture of her smooth, tanned skin was extremely arousing. His dick was now rock hard. "Oh, that feels great. My legs are killllling me!" she said. After doing this for a short time, Steven began to consider moving on to other territory. He looked up at her creamy thighs and her clinging wet panties. Briefly, he considered messaging her thighs. Then he got a different idea. He glanced further upward. She was breathing deeply, and her massive breasts, clad in a wrinkled, undersized vest were heaving up and down slowly. He wanted to reach up, grab the top of her vest, and rip it open violently, causing the buttons to fly and her massive bra clad breasts to spring forth into his waiting hands. Instead, he opted for a more tactful approach. "Hey Jenny, why don't you lie down on your stomach so I can give you a good back message. I bet that'll feel really nice," he said, a little too enthusiastically. "Oh, that's a great idea, daddy. God, what did I do to deserve such royal treatment!" she said as she stretched herself out face down on the bed. He slid himself up over her long, tanned legs, being careful to brush himself over her pleated miniskirt, causing it to slide all the way up to her waist. This revealed his stepdaughter's entire big round ass, covered by one piece of bare stretch cotton. He noticed that the wetness that he'd previously observed extended all the way around to her rear crotch area as well. The thin cotton clung to her like wet tissue paper in this area. In spite of her sudden exposure, Jenny did not comment or react in any way. Either she was blissfully unaware of what was happening or secretly enjoying her stepfather's perverse leering. Steven couldn't decide whether he was more turned on by the thought that she liked being ogled and felt up by him, or by the thought that she might be so innocently unaware of her sexuality as to be ignorant of the implications of what was happening. He began to message her shoulders and neck. He started off very gently, but his manipulations became progressively deeper and more vigorous. Her cool tan skin felt very nice. Her muscles were somewhat tense from her extreme physical exertion earlier that day. She responded by moaning loudly with pleasure. "Oh, that feels sooooo good! Why don't you message my back, daddy." "OK, honey. That's a good idea. But I can't really give you a good back message unless you take off your top," he said. Steven honestly believed this to be a relatively safe request at this juncture, given what Jenny had let him see already. Instead of reaching for the straining buttons on her vest, however, she immediately sat up and moved her arms upward over her chest, a sort of protective motion. He noticed that the second button of her vest had come undone, revealing cavernous cleavage. "Take off my top? I don't know about that. Maybe you should just message me through the fabric," she said self-consciously. Steven was perplexed by her sudden modesty. Why was she willing to let him leer at her legs, ass, and even her pussy, but reluctant to expose her bra clad breasts to him? Perhaps she'd always felt different from other girls, owing to her unusually large bust. Maybe this aberrant self-image caused her to experience embarrassment at the prospect of exposing this part of her body to a man for the first time. Steven knew that this was going to take some coaxing. "It's OK, honey. It's just me. You don't need to feel self-conscious," he said. "I don't know," she said, holding her arms tightly over her chest. "OK, look. It would be nice to give you a real message. But it's no big deal. If you don't want to do it, that's fine," he said gently. After what seemed like a long pause, she said, "If I do, do you promise that you won't laugh at me?" "Laugh at you! Why would I do that?" "I don't know," she said. Then there was a long pause where she sat in apparent indecision, absently biting her lower lip. Finally, she said, "OK, daddy." Steven felt exhilarated when after what seemed like an eternity, Jenny finally started tugging at the next button of her undersized vest. His cock stiffened and throbbed in anticipation of what he was about to behold, a sight never before witnessed by anyone, at least by no man. As she popped the buttons, one by one, her chest expanded outward, freed of the confining fabric of her vest. First her considerable cleavage was exposed, then the whole of her voluminous breasts, encased in a layer of tight white satin. There she sat, blushing and smiling coyly at Steven, with two enormous globes jutting straight out from her chest, creamy flesh oozing out along the entire boundary her the tight bra. Her nipples were extremely erect, like pebbles. Steven couldn't help himself. He just sat there leering at his stepdaughter's gorgeous adolescent tits, wondering if he could restrain himself from reaching out and touching them. Jenny began blushing more deeply, and after about a half-minute of this blatant, perverse ogling, she moved her arms up to cover herself. "Daddy!" she said. Steven shook his head a bit, as if snapping himself out of a daze. "I'm sorry, honey. I just can't believe how much you've grown. You're really becoming a woman!" This time he knew his voice was quaking. Instead of replying, Jenny once again stretched herself out face down on the bed. Steven immediately went to work on her back. He messaged her back deeply for several minutes as she moaned and squeaked in pleasure. He worked her shoulders, then moved downward, sliding his hands under her bra strap. He messaged the small of her back, and slid his fingers under her skirtwaist, messaging around her upper ass crack, and feeling the lacy border of her clingy panties. She wiggled her butt slightly and cooed softly. After working her backside for a long while, he slid his hand under her belly, admiring her smooth, flat midriff. Then he casually moved his hands upward and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the satin encased flesh. He could feel her hardened nipples protruding outward against his palms. Then she sat up, turned and looked at him tentatively, his hands still cupping her breasts gently. There was a brief interlude of intense eye contact. "Daddy, you shouldn't-" He cut her off in midsentance by squeezing her tits firmly, crushing her spongy flesh against her chest. Her expression changed. She closed her eyes. "Oh, daddy! That feels nice, but-" He ignored her fragmented protestations. With abandon, his hands began to fondle and explore Jenny's breasts through the cool satin. He squeezed them, pinched them, pressed them together, trying in vain to get his hands around them. When he pinched her hardened protruding nipples, she let out loud girlish squeal. "Oh God. What are you doing to me daddy? I can't believe you're squeezing my boobs!" she said through coarse and rapid breathing. "I'm going to take off your bra," he said. "I have to see your tits." She didn't reply, her mouth open and eyes glazed over in an apparent daze. He reached around behind her and undid the hook of her bra. Her breasts burst forward, freed from their constraints. They were two perfect cream colored semi-spheres. Her aureoles were large, soft pink, nipples jutting out prominently. "My God, Jenny. You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen!" he said with more sincerity than had ever passed through his lips. She blushed, smiling with obvious pride. "Really?" she said. Instead of answering this rhetorical query, he cupped her bare breasts with his hands. He then squeezed, watching her firm flesh exude between his fingers. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs. He then brought her face close to his, with the intention of locking lips. She briefly pulled away. Then she leaned forward, and pressed her lips hard against his. Surprised by his stepdaughter's intense reciprocation, Steven began kissing her passionately, probing her mouth deeply with his tongue. The inside of her mouth was warm and tasted tangy, as if she'd eaten something spicy for lunch. He reached under her skirt and fondled her soft round ass, sliding his hand downward deeply into her crack. Her crotch was a gooey mess, all slimy cunt meat and sopping fabric. He rubbed hard on the steamy mass. She moaned loudly in the midst of their oral embrace. The sound came out muffled and girgled as she pulled back, coughing slightly. He could see saliva dripping down her chin and he could taste her saliva in his mouth. He then pulled her back and they began exploring each others' mouths in a frenzy. With one hand, Steven alternately squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. With the other, he rubbed hard against the thin layer of cotton covering her pussy, cramming the fabric way up into her slimy crack. He then yanked the fabric to the side, plastering it to her inner thigh, and ran two fingers along the entire length of her warm, moist slit. Again, she let out a muffled grown in the midst of their salivary interplay. After a brief exploration, he found her opening and inserted his finger into her tight, young vagina. She immediately disengaged her mouth and threw her head back, her eyes wide with shock. "So, what do you think? You like the feel of this sweetie?" he said, wiggling his finger and producing an obscenely audible sloshing sound from deep inside Jenny's virginal cunt. "I don't know. I mean, your finger is all the way inside my, my..." Then he inserted a second finger. "Good. It feels...good." He jiggled both fingers. "Good? God, it feels INCREDIBLE daddy!!!!!" He began thrusting both fingers in and out of his stepdaughter's now expanded vaginal opening, slowly but firmly. The walls gripped him tightly, barely accommodating the second finger. Both were coated with her flowing pussy oils. Her moans and squeaks increased in volume, now in synch with the rhythm of Steven's penetrating digits. He increased his pace until he was finger fucking her very rapidly, and could feel the increasing influx of her vaginal secretions around his invading fingers. Pussy juice began to drip from her straining hole onto his hand and into the already permeated fabric of her panties. Then he suddenly removed his fingers. She let out a tremendous moan. He pulled his now slickened fingers up to his mouth. His face close to hers, he stared lasciviously at her. Inhaling deeply and experiencing the sweet, pungent scent, he began licking and sucking on his fingers, hungrily lapping up her pussy juices. She sat motionless, her mouth open and eyes at half mast. Her expression was almost listless, an amalgam of shock and dizzying arousal. Silently, she listened to lewd sucking and slurping noises as her stepfather partook of her bodily fluid. After staring at her intensely for a while, he said, "I'm going to take off the rest of your clothes. I want you completely naked." She looked at him tentatively, then began to nod. "Daddy," she said, gulping slightly. "I've, uh, never done anything like this before. I'm a little nervous. I'm not really sure if I know what to do." "That's Ok," he said, a tone of paternal assurance almost eclipsing the lustful undercurrent in his voice. "We won't do anything you don't want to do, and we'll take it as slow as you want." "OK, that's fine," she said. "But what I mean is, I'd rather if you were in control. I'd rather just do whatever you tell me to do." "You mean," he said, suddenly halting as an unparalleled shivering blood rush of lust came over him, "you mean, you'll do anything I tell you?" "OK," she said, softly and innocently. "Anything?" She nodded. There was a long pause. "Ok. I want you to lie down on your stomach. I'm gonna take off your skirt and panties. I want to examine your ass and your tight little snatch," he said with a hint of authority in his voice. "My....snatch?" she said. "Yeah, your SNATCH. You don't know what that means?" he said with amazement. "Uh, no. I've never heard the word," she said softly. "Really? Well, it must be a generational thing. It means 'cunt.'" "Oh," she said, covering her mouth and looking embarrassed. "Alright, so now you know. Now lie down and spread your legs for me so I can examine your little snatch!" he said commandingly. "Ok," she said, responding instantly to his sudden harsh language and authoritarian tone. She stretched herself out on the bed before him. He unzipped her pleated cheerleader skirt, and slid it off over her tanned, meaty legs. She lay there now clad in only her clingy light pink cotton panties, covering a small portion of her fleshy ass cheeks. He hooked his fingers under the bands of the wet garment and toyed with it briefly. Then with one harsh yank her ripped it off her, her body jerking upwards in response. Startled, she turned her head and watched him hold the tattered remains of her panties up to his face and inhale her aromas, shoving its crotch into his mouth and sucking lewdly. She was now completely naked save her frilly white socks. Tossing her panties aside, he said, "God, you've got the sweetest tasting pussy!" Instead of replying, she looked at him quizzically, as if waiting for his next instruction. "Alright, Jenny, I want you to spread your legs apart for me. Can you do that for your daddy? I want you to show daddy your tight little cunt." She immediately began to spread her legs apart slowly, to where they formed a 45 degree angle. He could now see her glistening snatch more clearly now, its fat, meaty slips bulging out. "Jenny," he said with authority. "I need you to spread them further. I need you to spread them all the way. I want to see your clit, and your little fuckhole. Can you do that for me? C'mon, spread 'em sweetie." She began slowly spreading them further. Steven impatiently grabbed her thighs and spread them as far as they would go. Her slit opened up to him, revealing her tiny hole and her hardened, pebble-sized clit. She whimpered softly, wriggling her butt up and down. Taken by impulse, he raised his hand and gave her ass a hard whack. Her flesh jiggled and she let out a startled squeal. Then he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them all the way apart, revealing her tight asshole. He spread her cunt lips with his thumbs, opening her hole even further. He played with her cunt for a few moments, slapping it lightly and watching the meat jiggle, tugging at her clit, prying her large ass cheeks apart and leering at the exposure of her asshole and cunt together in such close proximity. She turned her head toward him, a deep blush on her face. "Do you like my ... snatch, daddy?" "It's a hot little cunt, honey. Stick your ass further up in air so I can get a better look at it," he said, his voice hoarse with lust. She did as he requested, thrusting her butt upwards, spreading her legs as wide as they would go. He could almost see clear into her vagina from this view, but the opening was so narrow that his view was still mostly occluded. He leaned down and put his face near her open slit. "You like showing me your ass and pussy, don't you, you naughty little girl?" She didn't respond. "You like to be leered at, don't you? That's why you wear such short skirts and tight tops. I'll bet when you're cheerleading out on the field, you frequently bend over for long periods to pick up your pom-poms or something. I'll bet you get real horny at the thought of guys looking up your skirt, at your barely covered ass and cunt. I'll bet you even sometimes move the crotch of your panties aside slightly so guys can see some of your pubic hair or even part of your cuntmeat hanging out. I'll bet that really turns you on. Doesn't it. DOESN'T it!" he said, the last statement accompanied by a hard whack on Jenny's naked ass. "Yes, yes!" she said. "I'm a bad girl. I like to let guys look up my skirt!" "OK, little girl," he said, his eyes locked on his stepdaughter's open cunt. "I'm going to punish your naughtiness by sucking the juices out of this smelly little cunt of yours." He lowered his head, slowly bringing his mouth to bear on Jenny's now totally exposed pussy. He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling her aroma, then extended his tongue and ran it up the entire length of her open slit. "Ooooh!" she moaned, moving her ass up and down, encouraging greater friction between his tongue and her sensitive meat. He ran his tongue all over his stepdaughter's delicious pussy, not concentrating on any particular area, just appreciating its unique taste and meaty texture. He made loud slurping noises as her juices ran over his lips and onto his tongue. "Oh God. I've never felt anything like this before. You make me feel so good!" she said amongst loud moans and heavy pants. Steven pulled his tongue away. She began jiggling her butt and making a low whining noise. "You like it when daddy licks your hot little cunt, don't you? Don't you, little girl?" he said teasingly. "Yeah, please don't stop," she said pleadingly. "You want daddy to start really eating your pussy, don't you?" he said. "Please!" Then he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart, bringing his mouth once again to Jenny's glistening pink snatch. This time, rather than extending his tongue, he put his lips around her fat lips and swollen clit, sucking all of her meat into his open mouth at once. She let out a muffled moan, as if trying to suppress a scream. Then he began to suck hard and longingly, messaging her submerged pussy meat with his tongue inside his mouth. He could taste the copious juices emerging from her hole, running over his tongue and down his throat. She started wriggling her butt frantically, thrusting it backwards, as if attempting to force her now ecstatic pussy down Steven's throat. He released Jenny's cunt lips and began concentrating on her clit, licking it, biting it, and sucking on it hard. Once again, he inserted two fingers into her cunthole, feeling her hot, velvety insides. He slid them in and out vigorously as he messaged her swollen clit with his tongue and lips. She moaned deeply, occasionally uttering loud, high pitched screams. Her rhythmic ass wriggling gave way to a frantic, aimless, jerking motion. With his other hand, he grabbed an ass cheek, squeezing her flesh and partially steadying her motion which was causing him some difficulty in maintaining his precise focus on her clit. He stuck his nose deep into her slit, sniffing, sucking hard and reaming out her tight canal with his fingers. Her body began to quiver and shake. Her vaginal sheath began rapidly contracting and loosening around his invading fingers. Her moans became longer and deeper. She was cumming hard, her juices gushing out into his mouth, dripping onto the bedsheets. He disengaged his mouth and looked up at her face. He continued his finger fucking and began stroking her clit with his thumb. He could see that her head was drawn back, her mouth open and eyes closed. Her lips and chin were coated with her own saliva. He could see a wet spot and apparent teeth marks in the sheet below her. "You're cumming, baby. Your hot snatch is gushing cum juice all over," he said, frantically fucking and messaging her pussy with his fingers. Her vocalization became one continuous moan, alternating in pitch to the rhythm of her spasming orgasm. She was at her peak, and Steven could see the vague outline of a smile emerging on her lips. He observed her for what seemed like over a minute, simultaneously catalyzing and admiring the fabulous ecstasy that she was experiencing. Suddenly, her moans gave way to a soft panting and her body relaxed. He removed his fingers. She turned and stared at him, speechless, donning an expression of startled amazement. "You like that, huh?" he said. She nodded. "How would you like to experience that again?" "Yes please," she said softly. "Ok, turn over," he said, giving her now sweaty ass a playful whack. He could see that she had to peel the sheet off of her sweaty body as she turned over. "Alright, first I want you to do something for me." "What daddy?" "Well Jenny. You know those tits of yours? Well you know I really LOVE those things. I don't know how closely you look at other girls, but the truth is, you're seriously stacked, honey. You've gotten the biggest, fattest, firmest fucking tits I've ever seen!" "Oh daddy!" she said, blushing hard in extreme embarrassment as her hand covered her mouth. "You know I've been thinking about them for a long time. In fact, I can't seem to get the image out of my mind. And I have this recurring fantasy. The fantasy is you shaking your big titties in front of me, then burying my face in them. Can you do that for me, Jenny? Can you shake those titties for me?" "Daddy!" she exclaimed, now grinning self-consciously. "Come on, honey. Do it for me. Shake those knockers around!" She bit her lower lip a little and said, "Ok" very softly. She then thrust her massive chest forward a little and began to shake her torso slightly. Though her motion was slight, the effect was tremendous. Her breasts wobbled about obscenely. "Oh yeah. Come on, that's it. You are so fucking hot. Shake 'em up baby!" Seemingly pleased by his encouragement, she began shaking them around enthusiastically, proudly thrusting her chest way out before him. Her enormous flesh mounds bounced and wobbled about crazily, and made an odd slapping noise as they crashed together. She began giggling girlishly, at first softly then much louder as her stepfather's eyes remained riveted to the chaotic flesh dance that was occurring atop her sweaty chest. At one point, she stopped shaking side to side and began bouncing up and down on her haunches against the springy mattress. Her breasts slapped up and down loudly in an incredible range of motion. She was giggling and squealing the way a ten-year-old girl does when she jumps up and down on her bed. She was obviously self-amused and having a great time. At one point, Steven grabbed her and pulled her to him, burying his face between her tits. He moved his head about, wallowing in his stepdaughter's luxurious flesh. She giggled. "Oh daddy, that tickles! You didn't shave today, did you?" she said with a mock scolding tone. Steven didn't reply. He just smiled as he repositioned himself and began to suck on one of her huge areolae, running his tongue about her hardened nipple. "Ooooh, that feels nice, daddy." "Your titties are pretty sensitive, aren't they, sweetie?" "Yeah." "Ok, why don't you lay down now." She did as requested, laying back on the mattress. Her breasts glistened, heavy and wide as they settled against her chest. Her nipples were still hard. He reached out and fondled her breasts, pushing them together and squeezing firmly. He leaned forward and began to suckle her nipples. She moaned softly in approval. Then he squeezed one breast harder at its base, forcing as much of her flesh into his mouth as possible. He was able to get only a small portion of her breast into his mouth. When it was completely full with as much as he could take, he began to suck, licking her nipple with his tongue inside his mouth. With his other hand he explored Jenny's youthful body, running it over her stomach, squeezing her ass and thighs. After a long interval of sucking on one breast then the other, he slid his hand to her snatch and could tell from its influx of moisture that she was becoming aroused once again. "Ok, my sweet little girl. I know what you need now. You need a good, hard fucking. You need me to slide my hard cock all the way into your tight, virginal fuckhole," he said. She nodded. "Alright, daddy," she said. He could see her gaze shifting to the obvious bulge in his pants. "Do you, uh, think you'll be able to get it all the way in? I mean, I've never..." "I know, honey. We'll just have to give it a try and see," he said. "Is it, like, really big?" she said with concern, her eyes riveted to his now prominent erection. "Well, why don't you just take it out and see for yourself. C'mon, I know you want to see daddy's cock, don't you?" She just continued staring in mixed fascination and nervousness. "C'mon, Jenny, take your daddy's hard cock out of his pants." She tentatively reached out and tugged at his pants button. It popped open and she unzipped him all the way. She could see his stiff cock straining against the fabric of his underwear. She then pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprang forth, rock solid, bobbing about before his stepdaughter's face. Though Steven's cock was average in length, it was extremely thick, probably thicker than Jenny's wrists. Steven was a little concerned about whether or not he would be able to penetrate Jenny's virginal cunt. He recalled that his first girlfriend in high school had been a virgin at the time they first had sex. He remembered that he'd only accomplished his objective on that occasion with considerable difficulty, hoping that on this occasion Jenny's natural lubricant would be sufficient to allow for full penetration. "Why don't you touch it before I fuck your tight little cunt with it. Go ahead," he said. She reached out and grabbed it, closing her eyes. She gripped loosely around the shaft with one hand, then brought the other up over the head. She moved her hands all about his engorged organ, experiencing its shape, texture and consistency. Her manipulations started out very gentle but became increasingly vigorous as time went on. At some point, Steven decided that the stimulation was too much. He wanted to save himself for a good, hard fuck, the best fuck of his life. He pulled her hands away. "Ok, that's enough. I'm gonna fuck you now." She nodded, alternating her gaze between his face and his throbbing prick. "Do you think we should use some, uh, Vaseline or something?" "No, I think we'll try it natural at first. If it's too difficult, we'll try a lubricant," he said. "So, uh, what should I like, do now?" she said. "Lie back, spread your legs, and cock them up over my shoulders. I'll do the rest." "OK, daddy." She did as she was told. Her feet were now resting on Steven's shoulders. He paused for a moment and stroked her shapely legs, admiring the contrast between her perfect tanned flesh and the bright white of her sweaty socks. He looked down. There was this beautiful girl, object of the masturbatory fantasies of every straight male adolescent that crosses her path, laying before him, stark naked, legs spread, cunt spread, waiting to be fucked by him. Rapture. He leaned forward, pushing her legs back. He grabbed his cock and guided the head to her tiny pussy opening. He might have been concerned about not using protection had he not been sterile from a vasectomy he received several years earlier. Slowly, he began to work the head in. She started emitting a faint but continuous moan. Though she was very tight, he was able to insert the entire head. Her head was cocked back, eyes closed, painted fingernails gouging into the bedsheets at her sides. He knew this was going to be difficult, so he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs further apart. He pushed and encountered serious resistance, in spite of the ample hot lubricant that he could feel around his throbbing cock in her tight hole. "Jenny, you need to open your cunt further for me. Use your hands," he said. She did as she was told, bringing her hands around and using her fingers to spread her cunt lips as far apart as she could. He leaned forward for increased leverage, so that his cock was entering her at a nearly vertical angle. The combination of this and Jenny's action did the trick. Her cunthole expanded to accommodate the invading thickness of his cock. His cock began to slide down into her, slowly but steadily. She whimpered, biting her lower lip. Steven thought he could detect an occasional pain wince from her. "Are you OK?" he said. "If this is too painful, I'll pull it out." "No," she said, panting, his rock hard cock now a third of the way into her. "It hurts a little, but it feels so good. I want to feel it all the way inside of me. Please don't stop till it's all the way in!" He pressed on, immersing himself in the exquisite caress of Jenny's vagina. At some point, he again experienced resistance. Realizing that he'd reached the critical point, he knew that the only way to handle it was to be quick and get it over with as soon as possible. He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward hard, feeling the membrane snap and give way more easily than he'd expected. She winced slightly. "Are you OK?" he said. "Yeah," she said, breathing hard. "I'm OK. Just slide it all the way in." He pushed downward, encountering less resistance than before. Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt. His stepdaughter was completely stuffed with his thick, pulsing cock meat. She let out a tremendous moan. "Oh God. It's all the way in. I'm bursting at the seems, daddy!" she said with an ecstatic tone. "You like having daddy's big cock all the way inside you. Don't you, little girl?" "Yes. Uhhhhhhhhh!" He slowly pulled his pulsing shaft out to where only the head was still inside her. Then he thrust downward into her hot velvety tunnel. This time, it took only a few seconds for him to achieve total penetration. He repeated this action several times, pulling back slowly, pausing, then thrusting downwards, each time with increasing force. "Oh please! Stick it into me! Do it harder!" she moaned. When he got to where he could thrust all the way inside her with one quick motion, he changed his rhythm. He began fucking her with quicker, harder strokes. He had her legs pinned all the way back now, and was lunging into her vertically. Her hands were now fondling her massive undulating breasts, squeezing them together and pulling on the nipples. "Ohhhhhh! You're really screwing me, daddy! It feels so good!" He began to quicken his pace, leaning down and kissing her hard on the lips, running his fingers through her thick blond hair, now tussled all about. She was wriggling her ass, thrusting her pussy upwards in a collision course with Steven's downward ramming cock. Though the tightness of her fuckhole prevented him from thrusting at full force and speed, their combined motion was enough to produce a tremendous, wet friction that put Steven in a zone of arousal which he'd never before experienced. Her vocalizations were extremely loud now, a mixture of throaty moans and high pitched, girlish squeals. "You bad little girl!" he said. "You really love having daddy ram his cock meat into you!" She responded by humping upwards even harder. He tried to piston his cock through the velvety grip of Jenny's vagina as hard and fast as he could. At some point, he abruptly slid his cock out. "Don't stop. Put it back in," she whined, spreading her legs further apart and opening her cunt as wide as she could with her fingers. "I'm going to fuck you doggy style, from behind. I want to play with your luscious hanging tits while I slam my cock into your pussy," he said. There was a pause while she looked at him tentatively. "But, how does that work, daddy?" she said, as if genuinely confused. "Turn over. Get on your hands and knees. Spread your legs as far apart as possible while maintaining your balance. I'll do the rest." As she turned over, he noticed that the bed clothes were drenched with sweat underneath her. She got on all fours, spreading her legs apart. She leaned forward, resting on her forearms instead of her hands. Her creamy ass cheeks and glistening cunt meat rose upward, staring him right in the face. She seemed to have caught onto the idea quickly. "Do me, daddy," she said in a soft, girlish voice. Steven wasted no time. He grabbed his rock hard throbbing organ and brought the head right to her cunthole. He guided the head in, this time encountering a little less resistance. He grabbed her ass and squeezed the cheeks, prying them apart. With his thumbs, he separated her moist cunt lips. Then he plunged downward, once again feeling the embrace of her hot wet sheath around his cock. This time, he was able to stuff his meat all the way up to the balls more easily than before. He was surprised that this position seemed to allow him to penetrate Jenny more easily. His experience had been the opposite with most other women. He knew that from this position he was going to be able to fuck her as fast as his pelvic muscles would permit. He started with a few very hard thrusts, taking his time between each one. She responded with tremendous moans of increasing audibility. Then he started fucking her as fast as he could, ramming his cock with abandon into his stepdaughter's hot vaginal quicksand. "You like being fucked doggy style, you naughty little cheerleader, don't you? You like it even better than the other way!" he said. "Yyyyyeeeeeeessssss," she said, the word coming out garbled and drawn out amidst her rhythmic moans and squeals. She thrust her ass upwards in synch with Steven's frenzied fucking, impaling herself harder and harder on his pulsing meat. "Get up on your hands, Jenny. I want to squeeze your titties while I fuck you," he said. She promptly did as requested. Draping his body over her, he began taking shorter, quicker strokes as he fondled her two enormous, hanging mounds of creamy flesh. He squeezed them hard, pressing them together and pulling them apart, crushing them to her chest and pulling them downwards. He pinched her hardened nipples and sampled the texture of her large, now wrinkled aureoles. Then he brought his hands up over her back. With one hand, he grabbed her thick hair at the base and pulled her head back a few inches. Now he was fucking her as hard as he could, slamming his cock into her buttery cunt with a force and rapidity that he'd never thought he could manage. He could smell her body. It was an intoxicating mixture or perspiration, cosmetics, and cunt juice. He could hear the sound of the bead springs creaking loudly, and the sound of her huge tits slapping together each time he thrust forward. He could see that her hair was wild, blond tresses tussled about her shoulders and upper back, matted to her flesh in places. "Oh God, daddy. You're doing me so hard. I never thought it would be like this!" she said. He reached his hand down and begun vigorously messaging her swollen clit as he relentlessly rammed his aching cock into her cunthole. At some point, her body began to buck and shake in the same chaotic manner as before, only with greater intensity. He tried to fuck her even harder, but realized that he was becoming exhausted, and was himself on the verge of releasing the biggest load of cum that he'd ever released. He could feel her fuck tunnel spasming around his cock. "Oh daddy. I think I'm cumming again!" she said, now emitting a continuous, high pitched scream. She collapsed on her belly. Her ass was frantically thrusting up and down, her body quivering and shaking uncontrollably. He road out the rest of her orgasm, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could manage. Shortly after her body began to relax, he withdrew, feeling the cum in his balls welling up to the bursting point. "Turn over, honey. I'm gonna cum all over you," he said feverishly. She didn't respond, just continued laying there listlessly. He reached down, grabbed her side, and rolled her over. He could see that her face was contorted in a kind of post-orgasmic delirium. He began frantically beating his cockmeat just inches above his stepdaughter's sweat sticky tits. When he began to cum, he closed his eyes, spewing gobs of hot, creamy jis onto Jenny's body. He flailed about, paying no attention to where he was depositing his load. "Mmmmmm," he heard her say. He could also hear the sound of her moving underneath him. After at least 20 seconds of fierce ejaculation, he opened his eyes, euphoric and exhausted. He could see that he'd sprayed his load all over her chest, neck, and face. To his surprise, she was licking all around her mouth, lapping up the cream he'd deposited. He laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his body against hers. After a few moments of gentle fondling and quiet intimacy, he disengaged. She slid off the bed and began gathering her clothes. He watched her closely as she moved about, retrieving her garments strewn liberally about the room. "I need to take a shower," he heard her say as she bent over to pick up her shoes, her sweaty ass again asserting itself prominently into his field of vision. She walked toward the door, stopping for a moment to appraise herself in the full length closet door mirror. Her body was pinkish, glistening with sweat and sticky cum. Her hair was unruly, plastered to her skin in places. Her nipples remained intensely erect. Her lips parted slightly as a look of mild shock appeared on her face. She ran her fingers lightly over the glass, tracing out her image, as if touching an alien surface. "You are one hot little number, honey," said Steven, laying back and basking in his postorgasmic glow. She turned to him, suddenly self-conscious, blushing and pulling her clothes over her torso in a futile attempt to cover her nudity. She started to say something, stopped herself, and abruptly turned and left the room. Steven drifted off to the soothing sound of distant running water. ---------------------------------58851424932591-- ================================================================================ From: Wolf Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY: Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.) (3/3) Date: 29 Nov 1995 23:15:02 GMT Message-ID: <49iphm$1lg@news.zNET.net> This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------------------179561347510669 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii jennysnewvocabulary(3/3).txt ---------------------------------179561347510669 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain Chapter 4 Over the next few days, Steven played it cool as he attempted to appraise her attitude toward what had happened between them. He knew that she had been raised to be broad- minded about sex so he guessed that a lack of moral reservation on her part had contributed to his fabulous success that evening. It had simply been a matter of getting past her instinctive embarrassment and self-consciousness, her natural reservation about exposing herself and engaging in forbidden acts that she'd never done before. Obviously, he had made consider progress with her in this area. But he wondered where all this was leading. He sensed that she was becoming really turned on to sex in general and him in particular. However, he didn't want to get into a protracted intimate relationship with her. As much as the prospect enticed him, he knew she was going to be moving on soon, and wanted her to have a normal life, with more typical intimate relationships. As for Steven's own fixation, he felt that he might finally be getting it under control. At least now her physical mysteries had been exposed to him. Now that this psychological motive was waning, there was only the physical: his raw sexual desire for her, now as strong as ever, if not stronger. He tried to keep his desire at bay by increasing his auto-erotic activities. Jenny unwittingly helped him maintain his restraint by ignoring him somewhat as she busily concerned herself with the preparations for her senior prom. She was going with some guy named Greg, or Gary, Steven wasn't sure which. She'd tried to tell Steven about it but he was determined not to listen. Somehow he'd picked up that she wasn't really interested in this guy. Apparently, he was a former boyfriend of her friend Ashley's and she was going with him to get back at Ashley for going with the boy that she was really interested in. The machinations of teen female rivalries were beyond Steven, and he was resolved to keep it that way. In any case, the event was obviously important to her as evidenced by her preoccupation and frequent late night phone chats with her friends. The day before the prom, she got up early and went out shopping. She didn't come back for a least six hours and when she did, she had at least a half dozen of those plastic mall bags in hand. Steven was wondering what she could have purchased beyond perhaps a dress and a pair of shoes. He briefly glanced into a few of the bags after she'd laid them down and noticed what appeared to be a large quantity of cosmetics and some jewelry boxes, among other things. He shuddered briefly as he began to regret having given her his credit card. Of course, he knew he wasn't going to argue with her about it. He wanted her to have a good time, and was so dazed by the dreamlike experience he'd had with her several days before that he probably would have let her second mortgage the house to go on a shopping spree if it made her happy. The next day, she got up early again, and spent the entire day going back and forth between her bedroom and bathroom. When the evening rolled around, Steven found himself in the kitchen, starring at his watch in nervous anticipation. In spite of himself, he was deeply curious about her transformation, and found himself pondering innumerable speculative images of what she would look like when she came up the stairs. At about 8:00 she came up the stairs and entered the kitchen. He couldn't believe his eyes. Her hair was styled elaborately and had a kind of sheen to it. She wore more makeup than usual, and looked very mature. But the dress! It was a snug fitting strapless white satin number, awfully racy for a prom dress. The tan of her flesh contrasted nicely with the smooth, cool whiteness of the fabric. The neckline was a plunging V, revealing enormous cleavage and as ample portions of her immense breasts emerged from its confines. She wore a strand of white pearls around her neck which cascaded down into her cleavage. The pearls were obviously real. Only briefly pondering the liberties she'd taken with his finances, he let his eyes travel downward. The lower portion of her dress fit her so tightly that there was a series of lateral creases running from her lower midsection to the hemline, located a few inches above her knees. She wore white nylons with lines running up the back, and glossy white pumps. Her thick legs were shapelier than he'd ever seen them. "You like my dress, daddy?" she said with a flush of pride, holding her arms up and twirling around. Her round ass stretched the fabric to near the bursting point. "Pretty risqui for a prom dress, don't you think?" he said. "Oh, yeah, I guess so. But don't you think I look...beautiful?" Steven gave her another appraisal from top to bottom. He hadn't seen her in heels in a long time. He could feel himself becoming extremely aroused. "Huh?" he said absently. "I SAID, don't you think I look beautiful, daddy?" she said, exasperated. "Yeah, you look absolutely stunning, honey. I'm just not used to seeing you like this. It took me a little while to adjust to it. I'm sure your date is going to be absolutely blown away when you show up at his door." She smiled broadly at his paternal approval. He leaned over to give her a kiss on her cheek. Her perfume was intoxicating. "Thanks, daddy," she said, turning to leave. On impulse, he put his hand on her leg, sliding it all the way up under her dress to her upper thigh. He squeezed, admiring the warmth and consistency of her thigh flesh through the texture of her nylons. He could feel the lacy band at the top boundary of her stocking. She turned to him, wide-eyed, her expression more scolding than angry. His hand slid down slowly, sampling the contour of her thigh before emerging from under her dress. He let go. "Daddy!" she said, smiling and shaking her head. Then she turned and began to walk toward the door. "Jenny, can you do something for me before you take off?" he said. She stopped and turned. "Sure, daddy," she said. "Can you slide your dress up for me, just to the waist? I want to see what you look like under that thing." "Daddy! I don't have time to mess around, I've got to go pick up my date. It's prom night!" she said, folding her arms across her waist. Steven just stared with a look of determination. She shifted her weight nervously, making a show of glancing at her watch. "C'mon, honey. You look so lovely. I just want to see more of you." "Daddy!" she said, looking at her watch again, a shiny pump tapping the floor insistently. "Jenny, now I'm not going to make you late. Just turn around and pull that dress up for me. Now!" "Alright," she said after a long pause, biting her lower lip in defeat. She turned around and began sliding the ultratight dress over her shapely thighs. When she reached her ass, she encountered resistance and yanked hard, pulling the fabric up to her waist in a quick motion. Her stockings were topped by lacy elastic bands. She wore tight white satin panties that outlined the contours of her ass magnificently. Generous portions of her ass cheeks were visible. "Bend over, honey. I want to get a better look at your ass," he said. "But daddy-" she said, turning to protest. "Do it!" he commanded. "Alright," she said winingly, bending over. She had her hands on her knees, and her ass stuck straight out toward Steven. The tight satin rode further into her crack, revealing more of her ass flesh. He moved to her, kneeling behind her and examining the awkward spectacle that he was forcing her to make of herself. He put his hands on her ass cheeks, fondling them and admiring the smoothness of the fabric. "Daddy!" she said, her protest muted by a sudden hard whack that Steven delivered to her exposed buttocks. "Owwwww!" She jerked forward, her breasts nearly liberated from their elegant satin confinement. She grabbed the neckline and pulled upward, shifting awkwardly, as if she hadn't quite gotten everything back into place. "Jenny, this abstinence is unacceptable. I'm tired of listening to your whining. You're just going to have to quiet down and do what I tell you to do." "But daddy..." she said in weak protest. "I mean you are going to do EXACTLY what I tell you to do, WHEN and HOW I tell you to do it!" he commanded loudly. There she stood, her dress bunched up around her waist, her legs spread, bent over and shamefully thrusting her ass towards him. She could have been 25 years old with her expensive hair style and dress, her stockings and heals, makeup applied generously but proficiently. When she opened her mouth, she sounded like a little girl pleading with her father not to be punished for staying up past her bedtime. "Ok, d-daddy. I'll do whatever you tell me to do," she said. "What about getting to the prom on time?" "I don't care about that. You're my daddy and if you want me to do something, that comes first," she said. "Alright. Good. Now don't worry, you'll get there on time. Well, maybe a little late. Oh, I'm sorry, are you starting to feel uncomfortable bent over like that?" She turned to him, long loose curls and strait blond bangs framing her angelic face. She bore the wide eyed anticipatory confusion of a child. "OK, get down on your hands and knees. You should be more comfortable like that." She did as requested, settling down on all fours. "Spread you legs apart and stick your ass up." Again, she did as commanded, her lavish satin and flesh plaything now towering before him. He leaned down behind her, running his hands along her shapely legs, every contour hugged by white nylon. He ran his hands over her bulging calves, feeling her youthful flesh and muscle through the light coarseness of her nylons. Then he removed one of her shoes and rubbed her diminutive nylon clad foot. He took in the subtle aroma of her feet and the inside of her shoes, then he put her shoes back on turned his attention upward. He grabbed her round ass cheeks, pulling them apart and causing the satin to ride into her ass and pussy cracks even further. Suddenly, he shoved his face hard into her deep crack. In a frenzy, he licked and sucked his stepdaughter's pussy and asshole through the clinging fabric. She responded by moaning softly and thrusting her bottom hard into his face. He ground his face harder into her crack, licking, sucking, and sniffing, trying to drown himself in a sea of her flesh and emerging bodily fluids. At one point, he abruptly disengaged, panting heavily and feeling his own saliva on his chin. She turned and gazed into his eyes for a few moments. Lowering her head, she shamefully reached back with one hand and pulled the taut fabric of her panties aside. She spread her legs further. Her fat pink cunt came into view, already dripping with her own cum. She moved her ass in a slow, circular motion, inviting him to bury himself inside of her. "You want me to eat your young cunt again, don't you, Jenny?" he said. "Yes, please," she said. "Yes please what?" "Please daddy!" she pleaded, wiggling her ass lewdly. "Tell me what you want me to do, honey," he said. "I-I want you to eat my c-cunt, daddy. I want you to suck on my little snatch!" she said, her voice a mixture of cautious embarrassment and genuine enthusiasm. More than satisfied with her response, he buried his face into her warm slit. This time he ate her with abandon, without method. He did not care if he gave her an orgasm in this manner. He knew by this point that he had other things in store for his latent slut of a stepdaughter. He licked, sucked, and nibbled on her pink lips and swollen clit for a while, making loud sucking and slurping noises. She squealed, and began thrusting her pussy rhythmically back and forth. He accommodated by tongue fucking her pussyhole as deeply as he could. At one point, he grabbed her ass cheeks, steadying her and prying them apart. He let go and watched as they snapped back together, her flesh jiggling. Then he preyed them apart again and pressed his tongue firmly against her clit. Slowly he moved his tongue along her slit and over her vaginal opening. "Oooooh!" she said amidst heavy irregular breathing. Then he brought his tongue back to her clit again and repeated the process. She moaned loudly in approval. He was lapping up her cunt juices like a dog laps up water. At one point his tongue action continued beyond her slit up into her open ass crack. When he reached her tiny, puckered asshole, he began gently licking around it. Fortunately she was clean in this area. She turned her head, confused. "What are you ... doing daddy?" "I'm licking your asshole, little girl," he replied, thrusting his tongue directly onto the opening. He began tonguing it ferociously, as if trying to insert his tongue into her rectum, to no avail of course. "Licking...my...asshole?" was all she could manage. Her vocalization was a variation that Steven had never heard before. She seemed to give off a different sound for each kind of stimulation he administered. Asshole licking was obviously no exception. Now she was mouthing something like, "Nuh....Nuh....Nuh" between heavy breaths. He inserted two fingers into her cunthole, which sucked them up hungrily. He rammed his fingers in and out of her tight fuckcanal while licking her asshole, causing more viscous cunt oil to emerge from her hole. She responded by making louder noises. "Nuh! Nuh! Nuh!" she said. "Nuh. Nuh. Nuh," said Steven in a slightly mocking tone. "Little Jenny likes to have daddy pry her big ass open and lick on her tight little asshole, huh?" "Yeah! Jenny likes to have daddy do naughty things to her asshole!" she said. He continued in this manner for a while, until he sensed that she was nearing orgasm. Then he pulled back. She whined, now spreading her legs as far as they could go, bobbing her ass up and down. "Jenny, I want you to stand up now. C'mon, get on your feet." "But daddy! I'm spreading my legs all the way for you now. You can do anything you want to me. Do you want me to open my snatch for you?" she said, reaching around, prying her cunt lips apart, and thrusting her ass toward him. "No. I want you to do what I tell you. I want you to get on your feet right now!" he said. She closed her legs and stood up straight, her back to him. "Turn around and face me," he said. She turned around. She stood with her legs slightly apart. Her dress was bunched up around her waist, but still barely covering her heaving breasts. Her stockings were a mess, wrinkled in places, the back seems no longer straight. He could see that the tops were wet with cum and saliva. Her hair was slightly mussed. He appraised her slowly from her high heeled white pumps to her beautiful, lightly tear stained eyes. She had the luxurious body of a centerfold. "Turn around, little girl!" he order. "Yes, daddy," she said obediently and did as requested. He looked down and saw that her pretty panties were now a tangled mess gathered to the side of one of her ass cheeks. He grabbed them and yanked them down, letting them drop to the floor. She let them slide over her pumps and stepped out of them. Then he pressed himself up against her, pushing his throbbing organ encased in denim into her ass crack. He reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard. They felt incredibly tight and firm through the smooth fabric. He began kissing her neck. She turned to him and stared longingly as her body once again began to respond to his manipulations. Her pouty lips were painted with thick, red lipstick. He pulled his lips from her neck and pressed them to hers, and she immediately inserted her tongue into his mouth, wildly exploring its insides. He squeezed her tits over and over again, watching her bare flesh ooze out from under her neckline. Her tongue still exploring his mouth, she began grinding her ass back into his crotch, jacking off his throbbing cock through the fabric of his pants. He reached around behind her and unzipped her dress all the way down, letting it fall to the floor. She wore an impossibly tight strapless white bra which barely concealed her nipples. "Alright, bend over," he said. She bent down to where her breasts were pointing straight at the floor. He unclasped her bra. There was an snapping sound as the fabric let go and her huge breasts fell free, now hanging down, almost twice the size as they were when restrained by the garments. He could see that the tight fabric had abused her flesh, leaving heavy creases around her back, below her breasts, and across the tops of her breasts. She was now naked except for her stockings and heels. He pulled her up and reached around, fondling her spongy breasts. "Alright, kneel down in front of me, honey," he said. She kneeled down, facing him, her eyes wide with anticipation. "OK, tell me what you want me to do now, and if you ask real nicely, I just might let you do it," he said. "What do you mean? Tell me what to do daddy." "No honey. I want you to tell me what you want to happen next, in your own words," he said. She glanced at his bulging crotch, then looked up at him again tentatively. "I-I want you to take out your...thing, daddy," she said. "My thing? I'm sorry. I'm afraid I don't know what that means, little girl. You're just going to have to expand that vocabulary of yours. Aren't they teaching you kids anything in school these days?" "I'm sorry. I meant, could you take your di-, your uh, cock out of your pants for me?" "I don't know. I think I'd like you to ask me more nicely," he said. "Daddy, could you please take your cock out of your pants. I really want to see your big fat dick waiving in front of my face. Pleeeaaase daddy!" she pleaded impatiently in her little girl voice. Steven reached down and undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor. She quickly grabbed his underwear and yanked it off. His fully erect cock sprang out, bobbing and jerking about. She sat there staring at it, mesmerized, her mouth half open for what seemed like over a minute. Steven became impatient. For Chrissake, he thought, it's big, but it's not that big! It's not like she hadn't seen it before, either. "OK, honey, what are you going to do with it now that it's out?" he said. Without replying, she reached up and grabbed it with both hands. She rubbed it a bit, then started jacking it hard. Too hard. "No Jenny. Stop." "What's the matter daddy? It doesn't feel good?" "It feels great, honey. But this isn't the way I want to get off. Can you think of something else you might do with it?" he said, as if he were he were a school teacher asking her how she might solve a word problem. She looked up at him, her pretty blue eyes soliciting approval. "I could...put it in my m-mouth," she said. "That's right, baby. You can suck my cock. Is that what you want to do?" "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I don't really know what to do," she said. "Just put it in your mouth. You know, lick it and suck on it. I'll help you out. You'll catch on," he said, moving the tip of his cock to her lips. Her tongue emerged and touched the head lightly. She was tasting the tiny glistening pool of precum that had formed on the hole. She licked her lips a bit in anticipation of an impending taste sensation. Suddenly, she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and swallowed Steven's pulsing member. The hot wetness of her oral cavity around his shaft was exhilarating. She slid her lips almost all the way down to the base, apparently attempting to swallow him entirely. She made a girgling noise, then withdrew, coughing slightly. "Take it easy, baby. Pace yourself. You don't need to swallow me whole the first time. Why don't you try licking it for a while?" he said. She nodded, and extended her tongue to the tip of his engorged cock, slathering it about enthusiastically. Then she ran it down the shaft, licking all around it. "Mmmmm," she said. "You like the taste of daddy's cockmeat, huh?" "Yeah, I like the taste of your cock. It's yummy!" she said, moving her tongue down to his scrotum and up the sweat around the base of his organ. "Aww, aww," he said, throwing his head back and putting his hand behind her head. She looked up at him. "Maybe you should cum in my mouth, daddy. I really like the taste of your cum. Yeah, why don't you do that!" she said, smiling triumphantly. "Alright, maybe. Maybe, honey. For now, let's just see what happens," he said, chuckling at her overanxiousness. She replied by grabbing his cock and shoving it in her mouth. She began sucking on it hard, bobbing her head back and forth. He responded by thrusting his hips, mouth fucking her to the best of his ability. She grabbed the base of his cock to steady him. Her cheeks were puckering and bellowing as she made obscene slurping noises. She sucked harder and harder, trying to create as much suction as possible, as he thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth. Steven was amazed at how eager she was to gobble up as much of his prick as she could get into her mouth. She must have already figured out how to suppress her gag reflex. The sloppy sounds of her cocksucking contentment filled the room. Her technique was sloppy as well, but it was beginning to do the job. He felt himself come nearer to orgasm. He pulled out and pushed her away gently. "Don't you want to cum in my mouth, daddy?" she said. "Maybe later, honey. But there's something else I want to do first. You like when daddy plays with your asshole, right?" "Yeah," she said, blushing and flashing an embarrassed smile, then looking down. "Good. How would you like it if daddy stuck his cock into your asshole?" "You mean, you want to ... buttfuck me?" she said nervously. "Yeah." "I-I don't know daddy. Does it, uh, hurt?" "Well, maybe a little, but we'll use a lubricant, and if it hurts too much, I'll pull it out." "But isn't it, I mean, it seems ... sorta gross?" "But you liked it when daddy licked your asshole, isn't that sorta gross too when you think about it?" She bit her lip, furrowing her brow in confusion. "Uh, well, I don't know. Yeah, I guess so," she said. "A lot of sex acts seem kind of gross when you think about them. But they sure are a lot of fun to do." "That's true," she said softly. "Alright, I'll tell you what. Lets try something else first. Why don't you lay down on your stomach and spread your legs for me, just like you did before." "Uh, OK d-daddy," she said uneasily, stretching out on her stomach and spreading her stockinged legs all the way apart. Steven reached out and gave her still moist cunt a gentle finger massage. He brought his slickened fingers to his lips and tasted her juices. Then he reached up to the table and grabbed a convenient jar of Vaseline. Popping the cap of the jar, he slathered the viscous jelly liberally over his fingers. Then he reached down, gripped her expansive ass cheeks firmly, and pried them apart. She let out a soft moan of approval and elevated her butt several inches off the floor. She really seemed to enjoy being exposed to him. He leaned down, again burying his head into her ass crack. He extended his tongue, and began flicking it hard and fast across her pink puckered asshole. Her ass immediately jerked upward, causing him to lose his fix for a moment. "Nuh, Nuh, Nuh," she groaned listlessly. Perversely aroused by his nubile stepdaughter's drooling, preverbal reaction, he brought his hand up and pressed his middle finger against her now wet orifice, and began to stimulate her by running his tongue and finger over it simultaneously. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to invade cute Jenny's little asshole. Impulsively, he plunged his lubricated digit hard into her anal opening. It was extremely tight, much tighter than her virgin cunthole, but his finger was sufficiently slick that he was able to jam it all the way in with one motion. She fell silent as her body immediately tensed to an incredible rigidity, her head jerking back. Her lower legs bent at the knees and thrust up vertically on either side of Steven, her glossy white pumps pointing straight toward the ceiling. He held fast for a long moment, his middle finger extended all the way into her virgin asshole. Her breathing was labored, coming out in quick, short pants. Steven could not see her face, but he imagined that she wore an expression of utter shock and astonishment. Suddenly, her body went limp, legs falling to the floor, as she let out an ecstatic moan. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she groaned as her body shivered slightly. Then he pulled it out, and plunged in again. She squealed, again thrusting her butt upwards. Then he started finger-fucking her asshole with a hard, rapid motion. She bucked wildly as he used his other hand to deliver hard whacks to her left ass cheek as he impaled her virgin ass. "How does it feel, honey?" he asked insistently, his voice raspy with lust. "It-it feels g-good, daddy," interrupting herself with a loud moan, as if unable to control her reactions. "What feels good?" "Your finger in my asshole, daddy!" "Here, this'll make you feel even better," he said, inserting two fingers into her gooey pink cunthole and reaming out her young vagina with repeated vigorous thrusts. She went wild, quivering her bottom and emitting a continuous, pleading whimper. He began to penetrate her cunt and asshole with alternating rapid thrusts, taking note of the different consistency and texture of his stepdaughter's two bodily canals. Lewd sloshing noises filled the room as his manipulations produced a huge influx of hot pussy oil in her vagina. "Finger fuck me harder daddy! I think I'm getting near. Oh, God. I wanna cum so bad!" In response, he started pumping his digits into her tight holes as fast and as hard as he could. He messaged her swollen clit with his thumb. Now he had three fingers in her cunt and had worked his forefinger into her asshole as well. God it was tight! In the midst of his frenzied lust, something in the back of his mind was telling him that he'd never get his cock all the way into her ass. He'd worry about that later. For now, her ass was bucking back and forth almost uncontrollably. "Ahhhhh, I think I'm gonna cum daddy!" she mouthed with ecstatic anticipation. "That's right, baby. I can see it. You're gonna cum. Come on. You can do it!" he said in a tone of fatherly encouragement. Her body was shaking and quivering, her pelvis thrusting up and down, as if she was trying to fuck the floor. "Oh God. That's it! I'm cumming daddy!" she said in triumphant elation. Steven watched her body rock and convulse as waive after waive of orgasmic pleasure consumed her. He continued reaming out both of Jenny's orifices as vigorously as possible while she road out her violent orgasm. After what seemed like over a minute, her body began to relax and she began to emit a series of high-pitched cooing sounds which ultimately trailed off into a girlish giggle. "Jesus baby! That was quite an experience for you, wasn't it?" She turned her head, leaving her legs wide open, her genitals spread out obscenely before him. Her hair was an elaborate mess now, her thick curls no longer shiny but wet and plastered to her flesh in various places. Steven noticed that her entire body glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her white stockings clung to her tanned meaty leg flesh. Steven realized that she would have to change them before she went out tonight. Shit, she was going to need a whole new makeover! He started wondering if he shouldn't cut this affair short, maybe have her jerk and suck him off and swallow his cum quickly. That way, she could get on with her evening. His thought process was interrupted by a sudden awareness that she was looking at him. She bore an expression that he'd never seen before, an expression that belied his long held perception of her. A lewd smile graced her slightly parted lips. Her silence spoke volumes to him. It said "fuck me daddy, fuck me now, fuck me forever." His sweet little girl! Steven was suddenly taken aback, as if the incongruity of the situation had at once become palpable to him. "God, that was unbelievable. I thought I was gonna explode! Why don't you give me another one?" she said. Her voice was womanly now, silky and seductive. Steven could feel his pulse throbbing hard in his engorged penis. God, this creature's voice was like an aphrodisiac! She could seem to modulate it so as to capture every erotic persona that lurked in the seedy underbelly of Steven's unconscious mind. "Jesus, daddy. Your cock is so big and hard now. Why don't you just buttfuck me with it like you said?" At this point, Steven was taken aback only slightly by his Jenny's sudden harsh vulgarity. "Uh, yeah, that sounds great, honey, but maybe we should do something else. You're pretty tight down there. I don't know if I can fit it in," he said. He was feeling rather lightheaded, intoxicated by violent lust and physical exertion. He felt only remotely attached to the stream of words that emerged from his mouth. At this point, he knew he was going to do something with her to get his bottled up cum blasting out of his throbbing prick, but he wasn't sure if he was too particular about exactly what that would be. "Oh come on, daddy! You said you would! I don't care how tight it is, just stick it in there. I'll take as much as you can give me. Pleeeeaaaaase!" She pleaded in a mock girlish whine, sticking out her lower lip, as if on the verge of tears. "Alright, maybe honey. Just let me think now. I'm gonna need to use a lot of jelly," he said, grabbing the jar from the table. As he applied the lubricant generously to his prick, she said something which startled him. "Daddy, am I a pervert?" "A...pervert? Well, I don't know honey. I don't think so. At least, not any more than, you know, I am. I mean...why do you think you're a pervert? Who gave you that idea?" "I dunno. Remember what you were saying, uh, before, about me letting guys look up my skirt?" "Yeah, but that was just, you know, sex talk..." "No. You were right, daddy. I do like to wear short skirts because it makes it easier for guys to see my ass and cunt. I didn't fully realize this until you pointed it out to me. And you know what else, daddy?" As she spoke, she got up off the floor and stood with her back to him. She parted her legs widely until they formed a vee, barely maintaining her balance on her outstretched pumps. "What honey?" he said, now jerking himself off through the sticky goo that he'd applied his organ. "I realized that I also like to wear tight little panties, especially the kind that ride way up into my ass and cunt cracks. It makes me all hot and wet, and guys can see more of me when I bend over." She was sliding her legs further apart, as if attempting to do the splits, and bending over at the waist. "Remember what you said about me moving the crotch of my panties to allow my cuntlips and pubic hair to hang out. I've done that. And one time I even..." Now her legs were spread out to where her ass was only a couple feet off the ground. Her head was on the floor now, and she was leering out from between her legs at Steven's noisy masturbatory activities. GOD SHE'S LIMBER! he thought. "One time I even did something REALLY naughty. I went out to practice on the field without any panties. At first I didn't know how far I'd go. I was really getting off on bending over and giving the football players on the field and some guys in the stands brief glimpses of my bare butt. Finally, I decided to let 'em have an real eyefull..." Now she had brought her hand up to her cunt, and inserted two fingers into her gaping hole. "I bent over with my legs spread a couple feet apart and stayed that way for a long time, pretending to tie my shoes. There were at least 10 guys in the stands, no more than 20 feet away from me. I knew that they could all see my cunt, plain as day and spread out in front of them. In fact, I could feel a gust of wind breeze over my naked pussy, sending tingles all over me. When I got back into the locker room, I noticed that there was pussy juice running down my thighs." Now she was finger fucking herself hard, and her speech was becoming diffuse through soft moans. "Another thing, you know that tight vest top I wear?" "Oh yeah, honey. God that's hot. It barely holds those massive tits of yours!" he said hoarsely, projecting the words from deep in his throat, or possibly from somewhere in his loins. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes when I work out, I like to pop the top button, or when I'm feeling really naughty, the top 2 buttons. That really makes my cleavage bulge out. Then I like to jump up and down and let my skirts fly up, and my titties wobble and shake and bounce in front of everyone. One time after a really spirited routine where I had undone the top two buttons, one of the other girls leaned over and whispered to me. She said, 'Jenny, for God's sake, cover yourself up,' you know, pointing to my chest. I looked down and noticed that my left breast and ridden up to the point where my hard nipple was peaking out over the vest. Some guys nearby were snickering and pointing at me. I was really embarrassed, but God I was hot. My panties were so wet!" She was panting heavily now. She had inserted a finger all the way into her asshole and was finger fucking herself in both places in a wanton frenzy. "And now, now you know what I am daddy? I'm a slut! Aren't I?" "Y-yeah! You are, baby. In fact, you're the biggest fucking slut I've ever seen!" He practically spat the words at her as she frantically impaled herself before him. "You know why I'm such a big slut, don't you?" she said, her cunt juices now dripping onto the carpet. "Because I want my daddy to stick his big fat prick up my asshole right now! I want you to ram it into me hard and fast until I can't take it anymore!" "Yeah, you bet I'm gonna fuck you up the ass, you prissy little slut! Now stop playing games and get on your hands and knees! Now!" She promptly did as requested, propping herself up on all fours and spreading her thighs far apart to allow him easy access. He was a few feet behind her, still jerking his slippery member with a slow, insistent motion. Wanting to be inside of her immediately, he growled audibly in frustration, reaching out and grabbing her calves tightly and jerking her toward him forcefully. She lost her frontal balance, and fell off her hands to the floor. As she was recovering herself, getting back onto her hands, he was between her legs, using his knees to spread them further apart. Then he mounted her like and animal, pressing his cock hard against her tiny pink rear entrance. "Oh daddy, take me! Use me! Defile me! Treat me like the dirty little slut that I am!" Unconcerned about restraint or prudence, Steven began to mercilessly plow his massive bloated organ into Jenny's virgin asshole. It was incredibly tight, but Steven was well lubricated and very forceful. Within seconds his cockhead was submerged in her forbidden tunnel and he pressed on relentlessly. Her ass tube was a flesh vice, gripping his cock so hard that Steven thought he might implode. But his cock was winning; it was adamantine. He could see her luscious ass cheeks spreading and her asshole stretching absurdly to accommodate his invading mass. She was whimpering like a child now, her reaction a mixture of rapturous pleasure and intense pain. He thrust onward with as much force as he could muster, her rubbery asshole clutching him tenaciously. The resistance was strong, but allowed for steady, continual progress. He didn't pause for even a second, continuing his remorseless invasion as he listened to her lurid whining and screeching. "Oh God! What are you doing to me, daddy? I can't believe you're buttfucking me! Ohhhhhhh Jesus! It feels like a baseball bat up there! I think you're splitting me in two!" With a grunt he pulled himself up to gain better leverage and plunged as hard as he could. Suddenly, he realized he couldn't move any further. He opened his eyes and noticed that he was all the way in, buried to the hilt in his stepdaughter's adolescent loins. Emitting a low throaty growl, he renewed the pressure, making sure that every millimeter of his aching cock was impaling the gorgeous fleshtoy that lay beneath him. Her ass cheeks were parted, and the base of his crotch pressed hard against her crack. Suddenly, he exhaled deeply, aware that the exertion was taking its toll on his stamina. "I'm all the way inside you now, honey. How do you feel? Are you alright?" he said with sudden concern. "It hurts, but it also feels incredible! God, I'm such a naughty little slut! Pump me, daddy! C'mon, I really want to feel you ram your giant fuckpole in and out of my ass just like you did to my cunt the other time!" Jenny's obscene commentary was all the prompting he needed to return to his role of barbaric fuckmachine. "Alright, you bet I'm going to pump my cock in and out of your ass real hard, just like you want, you sleazy little twat!" He slid his cock out to where only the head remained inside, then he plunged downward as hard as he could. In seconds, his prong was completely buried in the depths of her plump ass again. "Ughhhh, oh jeez, daddy!" Then he pulled back and repeated the action again and again until he was slamming his cock into her ass fast as he could. He watched her ass cheeks jiggle, slapped and abused by his pelvic thrusts. He listened to the obscene sound produced by the lubricated friction of his cock sliding in and out of her fiery tunnel. "Uggghhh! Ugggghhh! Uggggghhhh!" she groaned rhythmically on pace with his viscous thrusts. "Does slutty little Jenny like to have her ass fucked by daddy's big fat cock?!" he barked at her. "Y-yesssss!" she said, struggling to get the word out as she almost buckled under the pressure of his relentless rear assault. "That's not good enough. You're going to have to tell me exactly how much you like it, or I'm gonna have to pull it out and wait until you do." "No! No daddy!" she managed between throaty moans. "Don't stop! Please! I love it! I love to be buttfucked by you daddy, I love to be s- sodomized! Oh my God, if you rub my clit I think I might cum again!" He reached and pinched her fat engorged clit button between his thumb and forefinger, fanning it and tweaking it about. This produced shrieks of pure pleasure from her amidst her low guttural responses to his hard ass reaming. Her snatch was dripping, and soon her ass began to quiver and shake again. "Oh God! I'm gonna cum again daddy! Ram your dick into my ass while I cum! Ohhhhh! It feels so good!" Her hips began to buck wildly, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance and rhythm. He reached around and grabbed her fat sweaty tits, squeezing hard and holding on for dear life. Her body collapsed to the floor. He was laying across her now, plunging into her almost vertically, using short, quick strokes and roughly fondling her soft tit meat as her body quivered and bucked uncontrollably. Her legs shook violently, causing one of her white pumps to slip off and fall to the side. After what seemed like the longest climax she'd experienced yet, her body began to slacken underneath him. His cock was still buried deep in her nether reaches. Impatiently, he slid his hand from her breasts down to her midsection, and forcefully lifted her, prompting her to emerge from her listlessness enough to reestablish herself on all fours. "Don't give up yet, sweetie. I'm not done! I still have to pump your ass until I can shoot my load into your mouth!" he said with a heady, lustful enthusiasm. "Oh daddy-" she said meekly, suddenly interrupted by another hard thrust of his cock down her ass tube. "Uuuuggghhhh!!!" she let out a loud, throaty cry. "Oh daddy! I AM a dirty little slut! I just can't get enough of your cock in my ass! God, I wish you had 2 cocks, so you could stick one in my pussy and another in my ass at the same time!" He was still pounding in her ass, but her fanciful suggestion made him realize that he was becoming frustrated. Overcome by wanton animal lust, he wanted more than anything to invade her body with as much force and speed as possible. Although her rectum had loosened up somewhat, it was still very tight and there was no natural lubricant. He felt restrained. Instinctively, he withdrew his throbbing member from her asshole. She exhaled deeply. In the same motion he pressed it against her slit and buried it all the way into her hot slimy cunthole. Although her pussy was still tight, it was nothing compared to the vicegrip of her rectum, and it was slippery with hot juice. Reveling in his new found freedom and the warm silkiness of his stepdaughter's fuckchannel, he let and a loud grunt and began to pump away at her furiously. He was fucking her much harder and faster than the first time he'd fucked her pussy. It occurred to him fleetingly that although he fucked her vigorously on that occasion, something had restrained him, prevented him from expressing himself the way he truly wanted to. Now his humping was a primordial frenzy. He was pounding his bloated organ into her like there was no tomorrow. Her body became an earthquake, as all over her flesh gave way to the tremendous kinetic bolts that he was delivering to her. Her ass cheeks mashed and contorted against his thrusts, her thighs jiggled, her breasts wobbled and swung wildly, her head jerked forward. "Ugggghhhh! Uggggghhhh! Ugggghhhh!" she screamed loudly. "You're fucking me so haaaaarrrrrrddddd!!!! Oh God, I love to be fucked hard by you daddy! You're so strong!" At the very moment that he realized that his body would not allow him to continue at this pace any longer, he knew he was going to cum. He pulled his cock out and stood up behind her, jerking himself off rapidly. "Jenny, I'm gonna cum! This is your chance to take it in your mouth if you really want to!" She hopped up and turned around, kneeling before him. Her sweet face looked up at him, mouth open and blue eyes wide with anticipation. His eyes were closed and he was making no attempt to direct his jism to anything in particular. His first emission was an explosion. He looked down and saw that he'd missed her mouth. His hot cream was spattered about her cheek and forehead. With urgency, she grabbed the base of his cock, shoved it into her open mouth, and swallowed it whole with one motion. Her hot wet oral cavity was exquisite, enveloping his erupting organ as it blasted waive after waive of cum down her throat. As his climax began to subside, and a euphoric tingly sensation overtook him, her accommodation began to feel like a warm, loving embrace. He reached down and patted her on the head gently as she sucked the last remained droplets of cum off his now fading hard-on. "Oh, that's good, honey. So good... So good..." his words trailed off as she finally released him. "I love you, honey." She looked up at him, licking around her lips. "I love you too, daddy." Steven sank to his knees, his mind steeped in a postorgasmic daze. Jenny got up and went about retrieving her garments from the floor as moved onto the couch and pulled an afghan over himself. "I guess you'd better hurry and get going, honey. I think you might wanna call your date," he said groggily. She mumbled something inaudible as Steven began to drift off. Some indeterminate time later, he was awakened by the caress of lips on his forehead. He opened his eyes. Once again, she was a vision of lovlieness, the image of a fairytale princess resolving itself through a euphoric, dreamlike haze. Her perfume smelled sweet and musky. "Goodnight daddy," she said. "Goodnight honey. Have a good time," he said as she turned and left. Steven laid there for a while, pondering what might happen next between them. He decided not to concern himself at the moment. He curled up into a ball under the blanket. It was nice, here and now. It was nice, here inside. The end. ---------------------------------179561347510669--