by Lexi Hunt
“I’m not judging anything,” Joan said, “I’m trying to wrap my brain around the idea of you and Daddy fucking around like this…and seeing it was a hell of an introduction to the fact that my parents are swingers.” Her voice got smaller, more timid. “What did you mean when you said he might decide to seduce me himself?” It was weakly phrased, but Sylvia was wiser than her daughter.
“You’re far more brash when it comes to questioning my behavior Joan,” Sylvia said with a wicked smile, “but if you’re asking me if it’s all right to fuck your stepfather, I’ll tell you the same thing I told him the first time the issue came up: that decision is between the two of you, it’s not really up to me.” She leaned forward and kissed Joan softly on her cheek. “If it’s a help, I don’t have any designs on you myself.”
“Mom!” Joan said in shock, “I’ve never been with a girl.”
“More’s the pity,” Sylvia said, “You don’t know what you’re missing. I would have thought you and Patty…”
“Patty?” Joan sputtered.
“I’m sorry, I thought after all those sleepovers and campouts you would have known.”
“Known what?” Joan asked, in shock again. Sylvia just looked at her daughter. “I think I need a nap,” Joan said, “and I need some time to think.” She got up slowly from the table and took the back stairs to her bedroom. As she closed her own bedroom door, she heard Susan Anderson call out gaily to her mother. There was a murmur of conversation and a burst of laughter. Joan was too confused to think about what they were saying. Patty? Joan was wondering now if her mother knew from personal experience.
In spite of the monstrous change in her thinking, Joan’s mind kept coming back over and over to two things. The first was her first unforgettable view of her Daddy’s huge cock being gobbled by the lady who used to give her cookies and lemonade on hot summer days, and the second was of her mother saying ‘the decision is between the two of you.’
A flash of raw passion flooded her as she imagined herself, naked and kneeling over Daddy’s rock hard abs, taking that huge glans in between her parted lips… The orgasm surprised her, raising her hips up off the bed and caused her thighs to part in invitation to an imaginary lover. The tremors had barely subsided when she heard the quiet knock at her bedroom door.
“Joan?” Chuck called out, opening the door a tiny bit.
“Yes Daddy?” she called back weakly, her thighs trembling again and her nipples so rigid they hurt.
“Mom said you were home,” he said, coming to her bed and sitting beside her, “ and she told me what you saw.” Joan sat up and hugged him tightly, feeling the pleasure/pain of her nipples pushing against his chest. The pressure caused her to cum again, and Chuck was no idiot, he knew she had cum. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Are you sure?” he whispered. He hadn’t asked the question, but she knew what the question was.
Joan lay back in the bed, and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it aside to expose the lacy bra encasing her small but perfectly formed breasts. Chuck put his big hand on her bare flat belly with his fingers splayed and Joan’s blue eyes rolled up in her head as she shivered at his touch. “Daddy…” she whispered, his name sweet on her lips. It was a plea, and he answered it. His hand rose slowly to the clasp on the front of the sheer bra and unfastened it, peeling it back to expose her pale breasts and the rosy, turgid nipples. He took one nipple between a big thumb and forefinger and squeezed, causing her to gasp with pleasure. He bent to take the other nipple into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue over the nubbin and biting gently with his white teeth…which made her cry out.
She had no idea how long he toyed with her, and she didn’t care. They had entered their own private world now. Time stood still and nothing else mattered. Everything centered on her chest now, and she thrust it upwards to make it easier for his mouth and fingers to work their magic on her willing body.
Joan’s hands, having nothing else to do, picked and pushed at her jeans and panties and somehow they were off and on the floor. Her knees rose up and then parted, slowly and very wide. Her hips rose and fell in a slow, suggestive rhythm, begging silently to be touched and caressed. Chuck’s lips and tongue traced a wet path down her belly to her navel, sparking the fire between her slim thighs. “Oh Daddy,” she gasped. Unable to stand it any longer, she put one hand in his black wavy hair and pushed him towards the juncture of her thighs. He licked around the trimmed ‘landing strip’ she had shaved around on her pubic mound and she was begging out loud now. “Please Daddy, please!” His head dipped and his wet tongue lapped the outside of her now puffy labia and her hips went into overdrive.
A simple twist of his head accomplished what she wanted and her legs splayed lewdly, offering her open pussy up for him to feast on. She began to shriek, each shriek accompanied by a jerk of her hips until her shriek became a continuous wail.
Chuck held her close until she regained her breath. His cock was swollen in the confinement of his pants and Joan could feel it pulsing against her hip. It was too much temptation! She twisted in Chucks arms until her lips were inches from his own. “I watched Mrs. Anderson suck your dick Daddy.”
“I know baby, I heard.”
“I want to see it,” she whispered. She urged him to stand by the bed. “Show it to me.”
Chuck unzipped his pants, pushing them and his boxer shorts down around his ankles and kicking them to the floor. Joan reached out and grasped his swollen penis, stroking him and watching in awe as the loose skin slid to cover and uncover the head of it. A clear drop of precum rose to the tip and her delicate pink tongue flicked out and captured it. It really didn’t have much taste to it, and Joan smacked her lips before putting the whole head inside her mouth. The image of the thick creamy fluid leaking from Susan Anderson’s mouth shot through Joan’s mind and she closed her eyes. She would find out for herself if the thick stuff tasted different…more than anything she wanted to give Daddy as much pleasure as he had given her. “You want to cum in my mouth just like you did Mrs. Anderson’s, don’t you Daddy.
Chuck reached down and lifted her up, bringing her face close to his own. “I want to do everything that you want to try baby girl…but there’s one thing I want right now more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” He was breathing heavily as he laid her back on the bed and poised his thick cock at the entrance to her wet and puffy pussy. “I want to fuck you…’
Joan wrapped her arms around her Daddy’s neck and her eyes widened as he penetrated her for the first time. “Oh Daddy,” she breathed, happier than she had ever been before. “Fuck me!”
HE'S GOT YOUR BACK
SYNOPSIS:
Terri isn’t sure she wants to go to college. Her immature body and her mother’s disapproval have all but destroyed any identity that Terri had developed over the years. There are things Terri must learn before she can confidently go out into the world…the question is whether Stepfather James can teach her.
Her mother had long ago given up on Teri. Who had given up on herself even before her mother had.
Teri was due to leave home for college at the end of the summer and she had no desire to go at all. The only person in the house who really cared one way or the other was her stepfather James.
Teri’s body had not matured the way other girls had. She was tiny, only a tad over four feet tall, and her breasts were more like risings on her flat chest. She had the beginnings of mature curves because of her narrow waist and flat belly, but even the hair beneath her arms and over her pubic mound had stubbornly refused to grow. The doctors had been telling her for years to be patient, that sooner or later her endocrine system would kick in and she would begin to grow. Teri had spent many bitter and tearful nights praying for it to happen, but here she was, eighteen and poised to start college and she looked younger than the twelve year olds down the block.
Sondra, her mother, had been a cheerleader, the Homecoming Queen, Class President, Prom Queen, and winner of every other ima
ginable popularity and beauty event at Lincoln High, the same high school where Teri had graduated in total obscurity. Sondra was remembered fondly by most of the teachers…and Teri believed that she was compared negatively with her mother every single day. That was only partially true, but that’s not the perception that Teri had.
“Dammnit Sondra, she’s your daughter and she needs your support and love. Why do you insist on snubbing her?” James was more than pissed. He had watched his wife treat Teri as a disappointment instead of a daughter for years, while he had been delighted at Teri’s intellect and her emotional maturity. As far as he was concerned, Teri was very special.
“James, you can’t possibly understand what it’s like to face my friends. Teri hasn’t accomplished a single thing in school her whole life!”
James was incredulous. Teri was a member of the National Honor Society, had never received less than an ‘A’ in any subject since he and Sondra had married ten years before, and had received awards from everyone from the Rotary Club to the Elks Club. “I don’t understand you Sondra…”
“You certainly don’t,” Sondra screamed at him, “and if you think I’m going along on this two week vacation trip with you to talk her into wasting her time going to college you’re completely full of shit.” In a rage at James’ defense of her mousy daughter (and at herself for being so unreasonably angry,
Sondra wasn’t a total monster) she stalked off to her private study. When she got there, she placed her head on her arms and cried.
James knocked on Teri’s door and entered. Her puffy tear stained face told him all he needed to know about whether she had heard her mother’s unreasoning tirade. “Baby, she doesn’t mean it…”
“Yes she does Daddy,” Teri said soberly, “I’m not sure exactly why, but she wanted to relive her life through me and I disappointed her.” She shook her head. “What I don’t understand is why? She had all those things herself, all the glory, all the crowns, everything! Why would she so desperately need to do it again through me?” Teri’s unusual gray eyes focused on his. “I’m sorry Daddy, I didn’t mean to spoil your vacation.” The tears threatened again.
James took her into his arms and held her so close he could hear her racing heart. “You haven’t ruined a damned thing Teri, we’re going to the islands whether your mother comes or not.”
Teri’s budding breasts pressed against his chest, her heart pounding, and a tingling between her legs she had heard described but never felt before. She knew she loved her Daddy, but this was something more, something…dangerous.
The big plane landed at Princess Julianna International Airport, and the landing was a little scary because of the short runway. Teri was pushed forward against her seat belt as the reverse thrusters kicked in immediately upon touchdown. James grinned at her from his seat next to hers and she grinned back. Maybe this vacation wouldn’t be a total loss, Daddy seemed happy enough.
The villa was a private one, owned by one of James’ business friends, and every dismal thought Teri had experienced in the last month or so disappeared in the fantasy land that was Saint Thomas. The yard, surrounded by a high privacy fence, was filled with colorful plants and birds, and the villa itself was magnificent. There was a pool with a cabana, a hot tub surrounded by sweet smelling honeysuckle…and her bedroom! Her bedroom was a dream of white furniture, and billowing white sheer curtains hanging from the ceiling around the soft bed.
James took her to dinner that night, the restaurant expensive and refined and the food sophisticated and exotic. He ordered wine and poured some for her, and Teri had never felt so adult in her life. What impressed her most was the way James treated her as an equal, and Teri couldn’t help wondering why it felt so different here. James had never talked down to her, never treated her as a baby…and it struck her that for the first time she could remember, James wasn’t busy trying to soothe her, to heal her of the disparaging remarks and the embarrassment shown by her mother. Tonight, it was just the two of them, enjoying each other and the peace of the island. Her eyes shone as James mock solemnly toasted her, and she actually blushed when he told her she was beautiful. Somehow, in this place far from their usual surroundings, she found herself believing him.
She lay awake that night, watching the sheer curtains wafting in the slight breeze from the Caribbean. Sleep wouldn’t come as she relived the perfect evening with her Daddy, and the tingling between her legs wouldn’t go away. She arose and walked in her pajamas to the back patio, staring up at the giant moon and the millions of stars in the romantic night sky. The water in the hot tub looked so inviting, and she looked back at the villa to see if Daddy was still up. There were no lights showing, so she impulsively shucked off the pajamas and entered the bubbling water wearing only a skimpy pair of nylon panties. She leaned back in the tub and gazed at the sky in wonder.
James stood nude in front of the sliding glass doors, open to the sea breeze, with a generous triple scotch in a tumbler between his hands. He had thought he was imagining things when he had seen movement on the back patio, but it had turned out to be Teri. He knew she couldn’t see him in the darkness of his room, so he watched as she stared raptly at the stars and the moon that seemed somehow larger than the one back home. He felt a rush of tenderness for his frail small stepdaughter, and he took a big swallow of the scotch as he watched her lovingly.
He was stunned and wanted to turn his head when she unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall to the ground. Her tiny breasts were barely visible, but he could tell her nipples were erect and he felt a stirring in his groin that absolutely should not be there. When she slipped off the bottoms and stood with her hip cocked to the side, raising her hands to smooth her hair, her alabaster body gleaming in the moonlight, she became a nymph in his eyes and the stirring became a full fledged erection. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the erotic sight as she climbed down into the hot tub. Quickly, he drained the scotch and poured another, even larger than the last. James swallowed it in two gulps.
The scotch went straight to his head. The long day, having begun around four thirty a.m., the two bottles of wine they had shared during dinner, and two straight scotches were a lethal combination and were probably responsible for what he did next.
James wasn’t staggering, but he was a little wobbly as he poured yet another scotch and felt the need to talk to Teri. If he’d been even a little bit more sober he would never have walked naked to the hot tub with the tumbler in his hand. He stood before a shocked Teri, who had immediately placed her hands over her tiny breasts. “I don’t understand why your mother says you aren’t pretty,” he slurred, wobbling unsteadily, “You’re beautiful!” James looked so confused and pitiful that Teri forgot all about her modesty and climbed out of the hot tub, dripping water on the flagstones surrounding the hot tub.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink Daddy,” she said gently, taking his arm and c forcing herself not to glance at his erection…the first real one she had ever seen.
“You don’ understand,” James said in frustration, shaking her hand off his arm, “You’re beautiful…look!” He spread his arms, tilting the scotch tumbler back and spilling a good bit in the process. He was looking down at his erection. “I din’ do this on purpose, it’s cause you’re so beautiful” His face took on a rueful cast. “Din’ do it on purpose an’ now you’ll hate me ‘cause I’m just a horny ol’ bastard.”
Teri threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely, his engorged cock trapped between his hard bell and her tiny flat belly. She was suddenly and extremely aware that it’s length spanned from below her navel to the nipple of one tiny breast, and it was hot…so terribly hot. “I don’t hate you Daddy, I love you.” Raising herself on her tiptoes, she tilted her head back and kissed him on the lips. For the very first time, James kissed her back. It was no ordinary kiss. It was soft and probing, and it was exciting.
Teri left her pajamas on the stone patio and led James back to his own bedroom. She took the tumbler
from him and pushed him back onto the bed, his hard cock standing straight up. Teri could no longer keep her eyes off it. “I love you,” James whispered as he drifted off into a semi-conscious state. Teri was shivering, though not from cold, as she stood naked and dripping beside James’ bed and staring at his rigid member.
Her thumbs hooked over the elastic of the wet nylon panties and she slid them off her dainty, well-shaped legs. She reached out a shaking hand and curled her fingers around the thick shaft, unable to span its circumference. It was hot…and even though she knew it was forbidden, she knew there was no one here to see her sin.
Terri sat down on the bed and stroked the big cock experimentally, and James sighed with pleasure, his hips pressing upwards. With her other hand, she cupped his heavy balls inside his scrotum, marveling at the softness of the skin surrounding the hardness of his cock. The man smell coming off him was enticing, and Teri’s own excitement was mounting. Her face was very close to his rigidity.
