by Izzy Slam
That night at dinner, Winny didn’t speak a word to me. She also made it a point to not change out of her clothes. So I got to stare at her chest while eating chicken breasts, imagining if her tits looked as hot without a bra as they did with.
Of course they did. She was eighteen years old. Her body was tight as fuck. I know I shouldn’t be having thoughts like this about my step, but her behavior and attitude, combined with her bubble ass, D-cup tits with saucer sized nipples, and cute little ponytails had my dick twitching in my pants.
I might have to be aggressive with Nancy tonight because if I don’t sink my cock into some wet pussy pretty soon, I’m going to bust a nut. Hell, her pussy doesn’t even have to be wet. I have plenty of lube lying around.
I checked on Winny one last time before I called it a night around 11:00, and she was already asleep. She was also lying on her side, and her nightgown had gotten pushed up above her panties. So naturally the curve of her hips called out to me like a siren’s mating call, making me stiff in my pants in 0.2 seconds. But at least she was asleep at a reasonable hour. I hoped that meant she had decided that her idea of dropping out was ridiculous.
By the time Nancy was home and getting washed up for bed, I was in the kitchen, making her a hot cup of tea before letting her know what all had gone down today and how I intended to handle it.
“She’s just being a typical teen, Barry. There’s no need to be so dramatic.” After taking a sip of tea, Nancy opened the social media app on her phone.
“Uh, I don’t think I’m the one being dramatic here, Nance. She was clearly upset. Her boyfriend cheated on her. And if you’d seen the way she was dressed…”
My wife rolled her eyes and shot me an evil look. “You’re not going to shame my daughter for that, are you?”
My blood pressure shot up a few points. This conversation was not going as expected. Why am I not surprised? “This isn’t about shaming her, for Christ’s sake. There’s a dress code at her school. And you know how I feel about young girls and modesty. You can show some skin and still leave plenty to the imagination. Winny was leaving pretty much nothing to the imagination in what she chose to wear. There’s not a boy alive who’d be able to concentrate while sitting next to a girl with a see-through shirt.”
“Is that her fault, Barry? Is it a girl’s responsibility to dress a certain way so the boys can concentrate around her?”
I growled and rubbed my forehead. “Okay, I know where you’re going with this. Boys, and men, are responsible for their behavior. And just because a girl dresses risqué doesn’t give the male species carte blanche to act however they want. My point is, Winny broke the school dress code and she’s threatening to drop out. She is still expected to follow the rules, is she not, Nance?”
She let out a long sigh. “Yes, she is. Let me know how things go in the morning? I’m going to be sleeping in as late as possible because I have a double shift tomorrow. Good night.”
She turned her attention back to her phone, and my blood began to boil. I didn’t even want to fuck her at this point. Sometimes it was like having two brats living under one roof.
***
I got up a little earlier than usual the next morning. Nancy was sleeping like a rock, thank god. I didn’t feel like dealing with her bullshit on top of getting Winny out the door. I decided to make my daughter her favorite breakfast—a cheese omelet with pancakes, sausage, and fruit. Not something I normally had time to do during the week, but I wanted her to know that I was trying to be supportive while also smoothing things over from yesterday.
When everything was ready, I went upstairs to get her, only to discover that her bedroom door was open and she was already dressed—in a mini skirt and cut-off tank top that showed her midriff, right along with two ponytails, just like yesterday. I nearly lost my shit standing in the doorway, but I forced myself to remain calm.
“Winny? Glad to see you’re up.”
She flashed me a flat smile. “Thanks. Is that breakfast I smell?”
“Sure is. All your favorites, too. But listen. Don’t you think you’re forgetting something?”
Slamming her hands on her hips, Winny was obviously not impressed with my question. “Like?”
“Like more clothes. We talked about this yesterday. Your school has a dress code, and you’re violating it.” I rolled my eyes up and down her body. And yes, I noticed the shiny, pink lip gloss smeared across her full lips. Good god, she looked like she was on her way to apply at a strip club.
“I’m not going to school. I’m hanging out with friends.”
Here we go. “What friends? They should all be in school.”
“My college friends. We’re heading to the beach for the day. Gonna hang out at the boardwalk.”
“You can’t be serious. Winny, cut the bullshit and get changed for school.” I started to walk out of her room, but she stopped me.
“No. You can’t make me. I’m eighteen.”
I turned around and crossed my arms. I was done with her attitude and behavior. “I can make you do whatever I want, starting with taking your keys and refusing to let you leave the house.”
“You can’t do that.” Her fists were balled up at her sides, and I think our anger levels matched at that point.
“Oh, I can, and I will. Now here’s what’s going to happen.” I walked to her dresser and opened one of the drawers to select what I deemed to be an appropriate outfit. But Winny took the opportunity to try and dart out of the room. I simply reached my arm across, catching her around the waist, and firmly guided her to the bed where I sat her down.
She huffed and crossed her arms as I went back to her dresser and started rummaging.
“Like I said, here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to change into a nice, tasteful outfit and get your little ass to school so you can graduate and go to college like those friends of yours. If you even think about dropping out again, I have plenty of chores around the house to keep you busy, starting with organizing the garage, scrubbing all the toilets and showers in the house so your mother doesn’t have to do it all the time, mowing the grass … oh, and I heard that the community center was in need of volunteers to pick up trash at all the local parks.”
I tossed a pair of jeans on the bed, along with a frilly top that Winny had just bought a few months ago. But when I looked at her face, she wore a pout a mile long.
“You don’t understand, daddy.”
“Don’t play the sympathy card with me, Winny. It’s not going to work this time. I’ve sympathized long enough, and you take advantage of it every time.”
She looked up at me with doe eyes, and I actually started to feel bad. “But…”
“No buts. Getting through the tough times with your chin up will prepare you for adulthood. You think life is easy once you get out of high school? It isn’t. This is the fun part. This is the easy part. Enjoy it now while you can, and don’t let the assholes knock you down.”
Winny sank her teeth into her lower lip. “Just let me finish, daddy. I was thinking I could be homeschooled.”
I held back the laughter. Not because it was a stupid idea. Her mother had tossed that plan around a few times. But I could tell my bratty stepdaughter was grasping at straws to get her way.
“There’s a lot of preparation involved with homeschooling, and you know it, Winny. The simplest solution is to finish out your high school career with your friends. Don’t push me on this.”
“I’m not trying to push you, daddy, I swear. It’s an honest request.”
Jesus, the way she was batting her eyelashes at me and milking the pouty look was really impressive. I had to admit, though. She was doing a good job of not being disrespectful. I don’t think I could have taken more lip without turning her over my knee.
“And I’m giving you an honest answer. I’m your dad, and I’m putting my foot down about this. Now get dressed for school before I decide to implement a physical punishment.”
I waited for her
to reach for the clothes I’d tossed on the bed, but she just eyed me up and down, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. “You mean, you’d spank me, daddy?”
“Yes. I will if I have to. You’re getting out of control, Winny.”
She stood up and approached me, twirling one of her ponytails round and round with her pointer. “I don’t think you understand, daddy. I’ll do whatever it takes to be homeschooled.”
I couldn’t help but glance at her chest and notice that her nipples were straining underneath her tank top. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, and suddenly, I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or her friends. But Winny was quickly starting to cross a line she had never crossed.
“Whatever it takes? What does that mean, Winny?”
She swiftly dropped to her knees, as if pleading for something important. Her ponytails swayed back as she glanced up at me, those doe eyes begging for sympathy. Damn, I’d never seen her go to these extremes. She was literally on her knees, begging—something every man dreams to see from the opposite sex. But she was my stepdaughter. I shouldn’t feel this fullness in my chest, or in my pants.
“It means,” she echoed, running her hands up my quads, “that I know you have needs that aren’t being filled. And I’m willing to fill them for you.”
Oh fuck. How could she know about the tension between me and her mother? “Winny, what do you know about my needs?”
Her soft hands went to my hips, and she raised up on her knees until she was eyelevel with my cock. “Face it, daddy. Mom isn’t doing her wifely part to satisfy you. Why not let me help you with that? And in exchange, I can finish out my senior year at home. It’ll be easy. And fun.”
Jesus, my cock was getting bigger by the second. And the large twitch right underneath my zipper didn’t go unnoticed by either one of us. Winny could now see that her little plan to manipulate me was working. But fuck it. All I could think about were those saucer-sized nipples resting on top of her sexy tits, that round ass and curvy hips, and her sweet smile (when she wasn’t being a brat). Basically, the polar opposite of her mother.
My daughter wasn’t begging to be homeschooled. She was begging for her daddy’s stiff cock. And she was about to get it.
“Daddy, I know you want me. I’ve seen you eyeing the goods.” She lifted her top, and the material rested above the slope of her breasts.
I held back a groan as those dark nipples curled up even tighter. Pre-cum oozed from my slit, and the weight in my balls became uncomfortably heavy.
“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling my dick become painfully stiff. Granted, I was so hard up, I’d fuck a jar of hand cream right about now. But my sexy stepdaughter was right here, offering herself to me. I pulled her hand to my crotch so she could see how hard I was for her. “You’re such a dirty little brat.”
She smiled victoriously at me as her small fingers ran the length of my erection. “There’s just one little thing, daddy. I’m still a virgin, so we have to be careful. But you can do whatever you want in my mouth.”
Winny licked the soft, pink gloss from her lips as I stared at her in awe. She was still innocent? Oh, this changed everything.
I popped the button of my jeans and unzipped the denim. “Don’t worry, baby doll. I know I can do whatever I want in that mouth. But that pussy of yours is mine, too.”
I tugged my cock out of my jeans as Winny’s mouth dropped open. Perfect. Just in time to let her sample my goods. The tip of my nine-inch shaft was slick with pre-cum, so I inserted myself past her lips and gripped her ponytails. Whatever shock she felt at my announcement to take her innocence quickly wore off. Her tongue started slathering my length like she couldn’t get enough. But then she glanced up at me with a wary look in her eyes, and that just made me stiffer.
“You think you can dictate how this works, little girl?”
She huffed and circled her lips tighter around my girth. And I pumped my hips faster, forcing her to grunt as I deepthroated her.
“Let me tell you something. You don’t call the shots with homeschooling. If I decide to teach my horny little brat from home, I will come up with the lesson plan. Not you. Understood?”
She mewed and nodded quickly.
“Good girl. You’ve just passed your first pop quiz.” I gripped her pigtails and pumped faster, groaning as the head of my dick rubbed along her tonsils. “Next up is a test to see if you can swallow Teacher Daddy’s load of cum.”
Her eyes floated closed as I rolled my hips in a circle, massaging her tonsils with my crown. I could feel my balls rubbing along her chin, and just the simplest contact like that forced my jizz to spew out with no notice.
I held the back of her head and my stiff cock disappeared as her lips sank to my root. I emptied myself in her throat, despite that fact that she coughed and gagged a few times. Fuck, it felt good to dominate my bratty little girl like this, showing her who was really in charge around here. My cock twitched as I spurted more cum in her mouth, but my Winny swallowed down every drop as tears streamed down her red face.
Once my orgasm abated, my balls were a little lighter, but I still had plenty of “instruction” left in me. Good thing her mother was sleeping soundly downstairs, but just to be safe, I closed and locked my daughter’s door as she remained on her knees.
“We don’t need any interruptions, do we?”
She shook her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “No, daddy. We sure don’t.”
I got undressed while Winny swept her gaze up and down my body. I wasn’t the hottest forty-year-old in town, but the glassy look in my daughter’s eyes was all I needed to confirm that she admired what she saw. Or maybe the glassy look was leftover from taking her daddy’s dick like a cock whore. Either way, I was still standing at attention, and I also had two more holes to fill. I doubted my little brat had ever taken it up the ass, but she was about to learn the pleasures of serving your man anally. Might as well cram as much learning into one day as possible.
“Stand up for me,” I told her, curling my finger.
When she did, her chest was heaving, the tank top still spread across her upper chest. I wanted to see that pussy of hers. Well, my dick wanted to see it, particularly.
“Today we’re going to skim over human anatomy.”
“Yes, daddy.”
I cupped her huge tits in my hands and rolled my thumb over her nipples. Winny purred and bit her lip again. “Mmm, that feels good, daddy.”
“With nipples this big, how could it not?” I leaned down and dragged my tongue over the large buds, swirling in slow motion as I massaged the tissue. Her nips became walnuts as I suckled them, and my cock bounced in response.
Fuck, my innocent stepdaughter was heavenly. There was something about a virgin 18-year-old being so well endowed that made me hard as a rock. All those curves and mounds of goodness, untapped.
Suddenly, I needed to see how wet she was. I suckled on her other breast as I moved a hand under her short skirt. Her knees wobbled but she spread them open for me. And as expected, she wasn’t wearing underwear. The second my fingertips brushed along her bald labia, I released a growl. My little girl was hairless, too?
A whimper escaped her lips as I discovered her slick wetness. Now, a touch wasn’t enough. I wanted to eat her out, lick away all that yummy goodness, probe her with my tongue until he shakes all over.
“Damnit, baby. You keep your pussy shaved or did you do this for me?”
I plunged my finger in her channel and watched as she huffed, her cheeks glowing red and her eyes wide and dilated.
“I … I shave it regularly, daddy. Oh!”
She cried out as I discovered her thin little hymen, buried halfway inside her tight, wet walls.
“Mm, daddy likes,” I growled, coming out to circle her clit.
She immediately bucked her hips, and I pinched one of her nipples until she squeaked.
“Daddy wants to have a taste. Your job is to go as long as you can without cumming. The longer you go, t
he higher your grade.”
“Okay.” She nodded as her cheeks turned a dark shade of red. My girl was horny for daddy’s tongue. I never really enjoyed going down on her mother, but mostly because she was just so unresponsive. Winny was responding highly to everything I was doing. Something that would earn her an A+ for the day.
I left her top on, enjoying the look of the sheer fabric bunched up over her ample tits. I then tugged her skirt down over her hips. Winny held onto my shoulders as she kicked the fabric aside. Holy fuck, her pussy looked better than I imagined, her bald slit nice and shiny as well as a little puffy—indicative of her desire.
“Lie down and spread your legs for me.”
She got settled on her bed and her legs immediately splayed to the side. I stroked my cock, rubbing the voluminous amount of pre-cum along my crown. Blood rushed through my member, and my balls even twitched a few times in response to her hot, virgin body.
“Use your fingers to open your gash. Let your daddy see how red that cherry is.”
“Okay, daddy.”
Her fingers pressed down on her puffy lips before pulling them apart. Her small clit made my cock throb as I neared it. Sinking my hands into my daughter’s pink comforter made me feel a little perverted. But also seeing how wet she was, knowing I was about to lick her innocent cunt, made so much pre-cum seep from my slit that it actually drooled to the comforter.
“Am I the first man to lick this sweet pussy?” I asked, poking the tip of my index finger in her vagina.
“Yeah, daddy. Darren touched it, but I wouldn’t let him lick it.”
I growled. “Good girl. Now remember what I said. Go as long as you can without cumming. I’m timing you with my tongue.”
I had no idea what that meant, but as I licked her taint and tasted her musky sweetness, I decided I’d count how many licks it took to make her little clit dance for daddy.
