by Sophia Taboo
That orally fixated woman and I spent a good three years together before she passed the Bar Exam and tried to oust me for partnership at my own firm. That pretty much brought that relationship to an end.
But then I met Kathleen. It was one of those happenstance meetings that you only see in really shitty romantic comedies.
I had tickets for myself and three of my buddies to see the Lakers’ game one night, and all three of them bailed on me last-minute. I asked around the office and no one jumped out to take the seats until one of our secretaries said that her cousin had two teenage daughters and they were all huge Lakers fans.
I told her to go ahead and call her cousin to see if the three of them would like to join me and they did. Even in that moment I had no ulterior motives. I just didn’t want the damn seats to go to waste. I’d spent good money on that four pack and I wanted to make sure that there were four butts in four seats to enjoy the game.
Kathleen and her daughters didn’t live too far from my place in Studio City, so I drove over to pick them all up. We figured that would be easier than trying to find each other in the throngs in front of the arena before the game.
I walked up to the apartment building and pressed the buzzer to ring her place. I remember hearing her voice for the first time over that intercom and thinking, there’s no way she’s as hot as she sounds. Turns out I was wrong.
She buzzed me up and as soon as she appeared in the doorway I was won. There would be no more searching, no more dating after tonight. This woman was the end-all-be-all for me and I knew it in an instant.
As if I needed more convincing, however, then her daughters came around the corner to meet me. Her twin daughters.
At the time, they were both thirteen, but good God were they well developed. Both were leggy and blonde just like their mother. As I learned that night, one of them, Michelle, played soccer and the other, Amanda, was on the volleyball team. Both of these girls were insanely fit and had come out on the other side of puberty extremely well endowed.
Their tits were both at least C, maybe D cups, and I could see through their leggings (Michelle) and skinny jeans (Amanda) that their thighs were powerful and long. Before I even introduced myself I knew that I would marry Kathleen, and that someday, I would fuck both of these girls.
Kathleen and I dated a short time before I proposed. Six months seemed like plenty of time for two people who’d both been in marriages already and had seemed to find a partner in whom they felt trust and security.
Before our second-year anniversary, we were married.
During those two years, Michelle and Amanda had continued to grow up and develop. Those last bits of baby fat had melted away into supple tits that neither of them had any qualm in showing off at every possible moment. After their respective practices after school they’d come home hot, sweaty, and dirty in nothing but negligible short athletic shorts and sports bras.
They’d stand at the kitchen counter talking about practice and boys, bending at the waist while they sipped their protein shakes and texted their friends, sticking those perfectly round asses out and tilting them to and fro. There was no way they didn’t know what they were doing. They had been too hot for too long to be naïve about what their movements were suggesting.
Michelle was the more traditionally girly of the two. She kept her hair just past shoulder length and always had it styled a little too well every morning before school. By the time she’d get home, though, her blonde hair was sweat-soaked and pulled back in a tight ponytail, the curl falling from it and the ends frizzing out. All I could think was how I’d like to bury my fingers in that hair and guide her mouth over my cock until I shot my load all over her face. But not yet.
Amanda was a little more butch, but still one hundred percent woman. She kept her hair cut into an extremely alluring pixie cut, not even letting it get long enough to reach her shoulders. She’d style it into what looked like two wings of blonde hair coming out from either side of her head and it made me want to shove her face into the pillows of her blue-sheeted bed while I fucked her in the ass. But again, not yet.
Both girls made the Varsity teams in their respective sports by the time they were juniors, and both went to play in the Nationals their senior year. Unfortunately, the soccer Nationals were being held in Atlanta while the Volleyball Nationals were in Santa Cruz.
The girls and Kathleen and I talked it over and decided that I’d take Amanda to Santa Cruz while Kathleen would travel with Michelle for the soccer competition. Everyone seemed agreeable to the entire proposition, Amanda maybe most of all.
While we talked it over across the kitchen table that night, I couldn’t help but notice that Amanda was not wearing a bra under her tight pink tank top, and she kept folding her arms on the table and leaning forward, pressing her tits up to the top of the low-cut neckline, showing off exactly what she had to work with.
At a couple of points, she even ran a finger across the crest of her cleavage, pointing out how hard her nipples were as they poked out from behind the sheer fabric of her almost non-existent shirt.
I caught her eye at one moment after she had clearly seen me staring at her tits and she smiled a wry smile that gave me more hope than I’d ever had. This trip, I decided, was going to be my best chance to finally take action.
I should mention that I had always wanted children of my own, but given how badly my first two marriages went, I had never been given the opportunity to make that happen. Kathleen had decided that she absolutely did not want any more children, so I was, it seemed, shit out of luck. Until that look from Amanda gave me hope.
She and her twin sister had just turned eighteen that year and they were both strong, athletic women now. I had subtly kept an eye on the bathroom trashcan and knew when each of their cycles began and ended. I knew that Amanda would be at her most fertile just as the trip was beginning, so I would have to work fast. But fast or not, I knew that this opportunity was ripe for putting a baby in my stepdaughter’s belly.
Of course, we’d had family talks in which the subject of future children had come up. Amanda and Michelle had both said that someday they wanted children, but they wanted to be sure that they were old enough and that the father was someone with good genes and a stable job.
They couldn’t have a better chance of all of those stipulations than this. As far as I was concerned, every year past eighteen was one year downhill, so there was no better time for them to conceive than now. And in terms of a stable father for the babies, I ran my own law firm for Christ’s sake. No one would be more financially stable than I could be, and they clearly trusted me as a father figure already since I was theirs. Nothing could be more perfect.
The trips were fast approaching and I had to make sure that everything was properly arranged. I knew that the players on the teams would want to share hotel rooms, but I also made sure that my room had two queen sized beds, as I told the girls and my wife, “in case Amanda wants a quiet place to sleep any of the nights we were there.”
“You are so sweet, hon,” Kathleen had said. “That is such a thoughtful thing to do. I’ll do the same in Atlanta.”
My plan was working so far. Sure there were two beds, but God knows we’d only need one and there’d be no chance that Amanda would be staying in her friends’ rooms with the hints I was about to start dropping.
Over the last week or so before our travels began, I started to spend a lot more time with Amanda. I’d make sure I was home and downstairs when she’d get home and I’d make sure that food was ready for her upon her arrival.
There were little things here and there, too, like passing through the kitchen a little too closely behind her and letting my hand graze across her tight, spandex-clad ass, feeling the crest and valley of each cheek and the crack between. Every time I did it, she’d hold her breath and then let out an almost imperceptible little moan as I slid past her.
I even started using such juvenile and overused tactics like reaching in front of her
across a counter of desk to pick something up (it didn’t matter what the thing was, I’d find a way to need to use it right then) and let one finger brush against her tits, ideally directly across both her nipples as I pulled the item toward me. Just like with her ass, she’d stop breathing and then stifle a little moan as she panted her way back to a normal heart rate.
Things were going perfectly and, on the day of the trip, I watched as Amanda dragged her suitcases downstairs wearing an extremely tight white t-shirt that stopped just shy of the waistband of the short plaid skirt that she had on. She wore no socks and had some simple black Toms on her feet, easy for sliding in and out of them at the security checkpoints at the airport.
She caught my eye as she hit the bottom of the stairs and seemed to tilt her head to suggest that she was giving me a wink without winking. I let my eyes scan her from head to toe and back again, pausing sensually to take in her perfect calves, her muscular thighs, and the way that little plaid skirt hugged and accentuated her ass; that ass which I could almost see poking out from below the skirt.
My mind flooded with mental images of bending her over in an airport bathroom stall on the way to the gate and fucking her until she screamed. I pictured wrapping her legs around my hips, hoisting her skirt up and out of my way and pinning her back against the wall of our hotel room so I could pound my cock inside her, filling her with my seed and putting the baby I’d always wanted into her.
I snapped out of it long enough to scan my eyes back upward, but had to pause again on those impeccable tits. I could almost taste her nipples in my mouth, the sweet sweat on my tongue, my hand squeezing and fondling her other breast while I sucked and bit making her squeal with orgasmic pleasure and lust.
Hell, right then and there, I’d take just shoving my dick between them while she squeezed them together and titty fucking her until I shot my load all over her face.
I snapped out of it once again and caught her eye once more. She was breathing hard, her chest heaving, and her mouth hanging open as she was clearly getting wet just seeing me fantasize as I stared at her.
All of this, of course, transpired in mere seconds and we both shook it off and headed out to the car to head off to the airport.
Kathleen, the girls, and I all hugged each other goodbye and the girls wished each other luck in their games. Michelle threw her arms around me one last time and squeezed herself onto me, pressing her entire body as tightly to mine as she could.
“I’ll miss you,” she whispered in my ear, letting her lips brush against it. I moved my head just enough to whisper back to her in the same way.
“I’ll see you soon,” I said.
She slid her hands along my arms as she untangled herself from me then bounced into the car with her mother while Amanda loaded herself into my passenger seat. Suddenly we were all off and away.
The car ride to the airport was fairly uneventful. I didn’t want to push my luck too early. There was a certain element of surprise that I was going to need to employ to make this work, and I didn’t want to overstep my bounds right out of the gate and ruin my chance at this golden opportunity.
We got through security without too much hassle and got to our gate. We had about forty-five minutes before the plane would board, so I pulled out my laptop and figured I ought to get some work done while we waited. Even though I’d taken the five-day stretch off from work, there was still work to be done and I couldn’t miss any chance that I could find to make some headway.
As I sat there on the blue plastic airport terminal seat, Amanda pulled out her phone and started texting friends. As she did so, she scooted herself almost imperceptibly closer to me so that her bare thigh was pressing against my leg. Her arm kept brushing mine as well, obviously intentionally.
This was going to be even easier than I’d imagined.
It was a short plane ride; only about an hour or so. However, even in that amount of time, Amanda made a move.
Now, as I said, I was waiting and biding my time, not wanting to push too hard too fast, but Amanda seemed to have no qualms about getting this going fast and early.
As soon as the plane was in the air, she put her magazine away in the seat back pocket and announced that she was going to close her eyes for a little while. She proceeded to snuggle her strawberry-scented head onto my shoulder and rest her right arm on my left inner thigh.
Without thinking, I wrapped my left arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. She flopped her left arm to join her right and snuggled up closer to me.
As a flight attendant came by, with my heart pounding into my throat with excitement, I asked if we could get a blanket. The young woman nodded her head and pulled one down from the overhead compartment.
I wrapped it around both of us, effectively hiding most of our bodies below the waist. It didn’t take long at all before Amanda made her intentions clear.
She shifted her weight a little and slid her left hand up past her right arm, placing it assertively on my crotch, feeling around my slacks until she had managed to get a good grip on my already half erect cock.
She let out a little moan of satisfaction at finding what she was looking for, and without changing her expression or moving her head at all, she began to work my cock through my pants, rubbing the length of my shaft as I grew and stiffened under the airliner blanket.
I tried to find a way to not give away that I was getting a hand job from my stepdaughter under that blanket, but I was so fucking turned on and so damn hard that I couldn’t help but contort my face a few times.
She clamped her right hand on my left inner thigh and kept stroking my cock through my slacks until it became too much for the situation. I knew if I let her keep going I would cum all over myself and have to walk through the airport once we landed with a giant cum stain on the front of my pants.
From under the blanket, I grabbed both of her hands and pulled them off of me. I was panting and so was she. Her eyes popped open in sadness and fear. She looked up at me for an explanation as to why I’d stopped her from doing exactly what we both clearly wanted.
I looked down at her and shook my head.
“Not quite yet,” I said with a wink and an eyebrow twitch that indicated exactly what I had in mind. Not yet, but as soon as we get to our room, you’re mine.
Her eyes acquiesced and she went back to resting on my chest, her hands still on my leg, but not moving toward my cock again for the rest of the flight.
We landed, met up with the team at the hotel, got checked in and all parted ways to our individual rooms.
“Amanda are you going to come hang in our room?” one of her teammates asked.
“Maybe later,” my sexy little stepdaughter said. “I’m super tired. I’m going to get a little sleep first and then I’ll be over later tonight.”
“Okay,” her friend chirped, flitting away with the rest of the girls, “see you in a bit!”
Amanda turned and looked at me.
“So,” she said with a tilt to her head, “should we go check out our room?”
I couldn’t believe how easily this was going. Everything was in place, all I had to do now was get her undressed and fuck her brains out until I came all inside her. She was perfectly fertile and horny as hell right now and she obviously wanted me, so why was I feeling suddenly uncomfortable about all of this.
What was that nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach that was fighting against all of it? This was, after all, what I’d been dreaming of for years. Ever since that first night when I’d met these twin goddesses at age thirteen I’d known that once they were ripe, I’d be putting babies inside each of them.
The fates had put this perfect opportunity in my lap, along with her hands and, soon, her tight, virgin pussy; so why the hesitation?
Could I really be feeling guilt now of all times? About what? Betraying my wife? Impregnating my still-teenage stepdaughter? After everything I’d gone through, I couldn’t believe that I was now on the verge of calling it all off b
ecause of some sudden and inexplicable attack of conscious.
“Hey,” Amanda said from a thousand miles away, “shall we?”
She indicated the elevators with her bag and I snapped out of my funk. I took one long look at her, once more, from head to toe, licking her legs in my mind, sucking those perfect tits, fucking that muscular ass, shooting my hot sticky load into her tight, wet pussy, and remembered that there was nothing that could stop me now. Within minutes I could be putting my baby inside her.
“Sure,” I said, “let’s go check out our room.”
We took the elevator up to the sixth floor, sauntered down the hallway, and found the room all in tense silence. I put my card key into the slot just like I was about to do with my cock in hers, and the door clicked open. I propped it open with one of my bags and she dragged her things inside.
She flicked on a light with her elbow, rolled her bags over to the far bed and dropped them at the foot of it.
I pulled my bags inside and let them sit by the closet where they landed.
We turned and locked onto each other’s eyes, then made a b-line for one another and it began without a word.
She ran across the room and slammed her body into mine. I clutched her in my arms, grabbing her around the waist and spun her around so her back was up against the hotel room door. I pressed our bodies against the door and locked my lips onto hers.
She kissed me greedily, lustfully, and I shoved my tongue into her mouth as deeply as I could. This was more than a simple crush fulfilled; this was ravenous lust that we both needed to satiate.
Her hands immediately reached for my belt and began to undo it. I slid my hands along her exposed stomach and back and scooped underneath her shirt. As she pulled my belt free from my waist, hungrily thrusting her tongue into my mouth, I slid my hands upward and she dropped my belt as I pulled her shirt off of her, throwing it to the floor.
Both of us worked at our shoes with our toes and heels, kicking them to the side and out of the way. I reached back and pulled my socks off without letting her free from the door.
