DADDY HORSECOCK CH. 01
Daddy meets his bitchy, busty stepdaughter.
Note to readers: As with all my other stories, this one starts out slow, but it will blossom with a lot of action as the story develops. It should be read before my related story, "Getting to Know My New Stepdaughter". For all you readers out there, but especially those of you who are voting on stories, please read this and chapter two before you pass judgment, thinking that the story is lacking in sexiness.
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When I got engaged to Mary two years ago, I didn't even know she HAD a daughter, much less two of them – twin teenagers who would eventually come live with us and fuck me every day right under their mother's nose.
The first I heard about the girls, Evie and Jenna, was just before our wedding. Mary and I were at a restaurant, eating dinner together and going over last minute details of the reception, when she told me she'd just received word that neither of her daughters were going to be able to attend the wedding.
I almost spit out my iced tea. "Daughters?" I said. "What daughters?"
It turned out Mary had twins from her first marriage. After an amicable divorce several years ago, her ex got a job working for an oil company in Indonesia. The job perks – free housing and free private schooling at an elite English-speaking school for foreigners and diplomats' kids – were so attractive that both mother and father agreed that it was sensible for him to take custody of the girls, then ten years old.
Mary had only seen her daughters a couple of times in the years since then. The problem wasn't that her ex was opposed to visitation or anything like that. It was just that the expense and logistical problems of sending children on multi-stage trans-oceanic flights made visitation difficult verging on impossible. When the time came for our wedding, the girls, then sixteen, said they felt uncomfortable traveling alone halfway around the world, and anyway, they had mid terms or something, I forget what.
Mary didn't talk about her daughters much. When they hit various milestones – their sixteenth birthdays, or when Evie won an academic award – Mary gushed about them, about how dear they were to her, about what perfect, angelic children they were, about how wonderful it was being a mother. But frankly, it seemed to me that motherhood had died on the vine sometime during the nine years that mother and daughters had been apart. I got the impression that, beyond birthdays and Christmas, the girls hardly every contacted her. The girls weren't active on facebook or any other social media, so Mary didn't even have that minimal contact with them.
So you can imagine that I was somewhat less ecstatic than Mary was when we learned that the girls, now nineteen, planned to come back to the US and wanted to live with their mother and me. They'd both been accepted into the local university, and it made sense that to minimize expenses they would live with us rather than have both parents shell out the money for dorms or apartment living.
The plan was that the girls would arrive separately. They attended different secondary schools in Indonesia. Jenna's school term finished in time for her to attend fall semester in the US, but Evie's school term was out of synch by several weeks, meaning that she wouldn't be able to join us until after Thanksgiving.
Regardless of the scheduling problems, Mary was over the moon with happiness that her sweet little daughters were going to live with her again after so many years. I think unconsciously she still thought of them as ten year olds, and when she spoke about them she talked about going to the movies together, buying them sweets, or cooking the girls' favorite meals. She envisioned doing activities with them that were appropriate for small children, not college freshmen coeds.
Somewhere in the house, Mary had up-to-date pictures of Evie and Jenna that the girls dutifully sent her every year, the sort of generic school pictures that parents' drawers are littered with. In the photos, both girls looked perky and well-scrubbed, with Jenna wearing a black dress that contrasted with her naturally blonde hair, and Evie wearing the uniform white blouse and green plaid skirt of the missionary school she attended.
But those modern pictures were stuffed in a drawer somewhere. The picture on our mantle, the one Mary looked at every day, was one of her and the girls taken years earlier, before they had even entered puberty.
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When Jenna showed up it was even worse than I expected. At the sound of the doorbell, Mary ran to the door and flung it open wide. In her mind's eye, I think she saw a perky, well-scrubbed, slightly larger version of the little blonde ten year old girl she remembered.
I saw something different. When the door opened, I saw a nineteen year old goth girl dressed in a tight-fitting black t-shirt and skin-tight black pants with strategically placed rips at the knees and thighs. Her red lipstick was so dark it was almost black, too. Her blonde hair was dyed jet black. The sneer on her face would have killed a squirrel at ten paces.
"Hello, Mother," she said, her voice dripping with venom. She looked at me and smiled, the sort of smile that Satanically possessed children give in horror movies. "And are you my new Daddy?"
I have to say that, objectively speaking, Jenna was incredibly hot. But to be attracted to her, you would have had to chloroform her to get rid of that sneer. She was more than a head shorter than me, maybe five foot two, and though she was petite she was still incredibly curvy. She had a tight waist and her slightly flared hips made for a perfect hourglass figure.
But most of all, what drew my attention was her tits. Her enormous fucking tits. Mary was a full-busted woman with 36DD tits, but Jenna's breasts made those look ordinary. I later learned that Jenna wore a size 32F, and I can say from personal observation that her tits overflowed even that prodigiously sized bra.
Altogether, Jenna presented an incredible package. Small, slim, and busty with pale white skin, a perfectly round, tight ass that she loved to show off, a wide, expressive mouth, slate grey eyes and sultry dyed black hair that almost made you want to throw her little body on the ground and start humping her. The clothes she wore were so tight that you could see the outline of her camel toe and the nipples poking through her bra and tight t-shirt.
And yet, for all that, she was almost the opposite of attractive. The hostility in her voice when she greeted us was an incredible turn-off. And the sneer that she managed to include when she called me "Daddy" was clearly meant as a deliberate insult.
I looked over at Mary to see her reaction, but it was obvious that my wife had not picked up on the waves of hostility that emanated from her daughter.
Partly, of course, it was that blindness that I've already described. Mary was so joyful at the return of her daughter that she was unable to see anything negative at all.
But there was more to it than that.
Shortly before our marriage, Mary confided in me that the doctors had diagnosed her as suffering from Asperger's Syndrome, something I had never heard of. Apparently it was one of those situations where the doctors had a name and description of the problem, but knew of no cure or way to deal with it. What's the point of diagnosing someone if you can't do anything about it?
People with Asperger's tend to be bad at people skills. They may be great at mechanical problems or math, but they're clueless when it comes to their fellow human beings. In fact, instead of calling it after some guy named Asperger, it would have been better to call it Socially Clueless Disorder. People with Socially Clueless Disorder are the ones who know the name and bio of every character in Star Wars but don't recognize the face of their next door neighbor. They're great company when you need to assemble Ikea furniture, but when they finally get a girl to go out on a date, they bore her to tears with a blow-by-blow description of their latest computer hardware wish list. They're the sort of people who can describe every allergen in a shag carpet, but forget their sister's birthday every single year. They're great at trivia contests. In fact, I first met Mary at a Star Trek trivia contest in a bar (she got first prize, while I came in sixth), but that's another story for another time.
Being married to someone with Socially Clueless Disorder isn't nearly as bad as it sounds. Mary had a naturally sunny, optimistic disposition, and her Socially Clueless-itude meant that she was oblivious to the nuances of unpleasantness that some people exude every day. She always saw the best in people. Sometimes I thought her failure to understand people was ridiculous. But a lot of the time, I envied her inability to see the nastiness that lay just under the surface in so many social interactions. Frankly, I thought to myself, the world would be better off with more Marys and a little less sarcasm, snarkiness and tedious irony.
And speaking of sarcasm, snarkiness and tedious irony, let's get back to Jenna.
I guess Jenna remembered that her mother would be oblivious to a nasty tone of voice or any double entendres. In that first greeting and then afterwards, the words out of Jenna's mouth always sounded objectively neutral or even positive, yet she felt free to spit the words out with all the hostility at her command, because her mother, my wife, was incapable of hearing the nuance in her daughter's voice.
Jesus, I thought to myself. Am I going to have to live with this indefinitely?
That night I took out my frustrations in the bedroom. Mary was always a shy woman, so she was seldom the one to initiate things in bed. She liked gentle lovemaking – none of the rough stuff. But beyond that reticence, she was always willing to give me anything I wanted.
That night I started out gentle. I began by tickling Mary's inner thighs just below her crotch, all the while kissing her lips as lightly as I could. Mary closed her eyes and moaned, drifting with the sensuality. Gradually the kisses became more intense. My tongue invaded her mouth and she moaned even more.
Within moments I moved down to her DD tits. Normally the large size of her breasts was plenty for me, but this night all I could think of was Mary's daughter, Jenna. Jenna's tits were not only bigger than her mother's, they looked even more prominent given that she was shorter by several inches and had a smaller, more petite frame. Jenna's huge tits looked positively enormous on her tiny frame, and as I kissed and licked Mary's big breasts all I could think about was her daughter's even more prodigious hooters.
I scooted down on the bed so that my head was even with Mary's breasts, and began suckling them and nibbling on her nipples. At the same time, one hand drifted down to my wife's crotch and I began thrusting my fingers in and out of her twat, paying special attention to her clit.
"Ooohhh!" Mary moaned. "Suckle my breasts, baby. Drink Mommy's milk." Her words made me wonder whether she, too, was fantasizing about her daughter while I sucked her tits. With my free hand I pinched the nipple of one tit while I continued to nibble the other, all the while fingering the clit in her wet twat.
"Oh God!" Mary gasped, and began to shake all over in orgasm. "Baby, you're making Mommy feel so good!"
I shifted to a missionary position, and before Mary had time to come down from her first orgasm, I thrust my cock without warning straight into her pussy. Mary's eyes shot open at the assault of my hard cock into her wet pussy. She gasped again, and her body went into overdrive humping back against me.
"I'm your new Daddy," I said, echoing Jenna's words when she first greeted me at the door. "Daddy takes what he wants from his girls!"
I began pounding harder and harder. My cock was going so deep that it was banging against Mary's cervix, causing her to cry out in pain with each thrust. "Too deep!" she moaned. Then louder, she cried, "Daddy, you're going too deep!"
I grinned and pounded her even harder. I hoped that her cries were loud enough that Jenna would hear them down the hall.
"No! Please! You're too hard! It's too deep!" Despite the pain, Mary still responded with more cries of ecstasy, coupled with shivering and shaking as another orgasm overpowered her. "Oh, Daddy!" she whimpered. The fact that she was inexplicably calling me Daddy for the first time fed my fantasy of Jenna and made me even hornier.
When I felt myself ready to cum, I quickly pulled out and repositioned myself with my knees on either side of Mary's torso and my cock pointed straight at her mouth. Mary was so overwhelmed by having two orgasms that she was barely aware of what I was doing. Her eyes were shut, and she was in a dream state of sensuality. When she felt me pull out of her pussy, she began whimpering, but then when I changed positions and began rubbing my cock on her lips, her eyes opened in surprise as I forced my cock into her mouth.
Within seconds, I began pumping cum into her wet mouth. Her eyebrows shot up querulously while she gulped and sputtered at the mouthful of sperm. "Drink Daddy's seed like a good girl," I ordered her, stroking her auburn hair. Mary swallowed my cum and licked her lips.
"You missed a spot," I said, using my finger to scoop up dribbled cum from the corner of her mouth. I fed my cummy finger to her mouth and she sucked on it dreamily.
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DADDY HORSECOCK CH. 02
Daddy needs to discipline his bitchy stepdaughter.
Over the next few weeks it got worse. I had no clue why Jenna hated her mother so much, nor why she should include me in her hostility, since I hadn't even met her mother until several years after her parents' divorce. All I knew was that every glance, every word spoken by her was like she was spitting acid. I especially hated it when she called me "Daddy" in a snide, nasal whine, drawling out the word as if it had fifteen syllables. I told her that I had no desire to take the place of her father, and that she was free to call me Danny, but she pretended not to hear me.
Mary was completely oblivious. She blithely took Jenna shopping, invariably steering her daughter toward clothing stores that were aimed at younger customers. She baked cookies. She didn't notice that Jenna never did the dishes, never helped with housework, and seemed to expect us to act as her servants.
Mary scheduled family movie nights and even tried to get Jenna to watch the movie, "Swiss Family Robinson" together. Really – "Swiss Family Robinson"? Apparently they had watched it several times when Jenna and her twin sister Evie were young, and Mary wanted to recreate the sense of family togetherness.
Jenna played along, watching "Swiss Family Robinson" and other G-rated kiddie movies with us. But I felt like I was sitting on the couch next to a scorpion. Okay, a really hot scorpion. A really hot scorpion with bouncy 32F tits.
Jenna continued to wear tight, provocative clothing, and as the days passed, she wore less and less of it. She started with shorts and bare midriffs. But then she started walking to and from the bathroom wearing only a towel that wrapped around her lush, big tits and barely covered her crotch. Soon she was walking around the house in her bra and panties and calling out, "Hey Mom! I can't find my skirt! Have you seen it?" even though I knew for a fact that the supposedly missing skirt was hanging in her closet. When she saw me looking at her, she thrust her chest out and shook her shoulders, sending her big soft tits wobbling in all directions. She smirked as she looked me dead in the eye.
The little bitch knew she was hot, and she knew I found her attractive. She was deliberately teasing me.
The kicker came one afternoon when she and I were alone in the house. I was walking down the hall when I heard her talking on the phone to her father back in Indonesia. Her door was wide open – as if she wanted me to see her and overhear her conversation.
She was sitting on the bed, dressed only in a skirt and bra. "I hate it here, Dad," she was saying. "You wouldn't believe how small and tacky Mom's house is."
There was a pause. Evidently, her father was asking her a question. Jenna looked up, saw me standing in the doorway and held my gaze as she answered, "Oh, he's the worst part." She planted her feet on the bed with her knees raised and opened her legs so that her skirt slid towards her waist. With one hand she spread the lips of her bare pussy for me to view while she continued, "He's such a perv. He's always looking at me, now matter how conservatively I dress."
She paused in speaking, apparently listening to something her father was saying. With her free hand, she cradled one of her big tits and bounced it up and down while smirking at me. Then she started tweaking her nipple through her see-through bra. All the while, she stared straight into my eyes. She moved her hand down to her bare snatch and as her skirt rose up her thighs and gathered at her waist, she started fingering herself, thrusting her naked hips at me. She made a contorted face at me and pantomimed having an orgasm. She silently mouthed the words "Fuck You" at me while she listened to her father's voice.
Then she spoke again into the phone: "His name's Danny Cooke. But get this: his middle name is Horace – how lame can you get?" A pause. Then: "Yeah, I know he's not to blame for whatever middle name his parents gave him. It's still lame." She pumped her fingers in and out of her twat and stared me in the face as she continued, "He insists that I call him Daddy – the perv. I feel like he's undressing me with his eyes." She brought her hand up to her face and started licking the finger that she had used on her clit. Then, using the same finger, she flipped me the bird. All the while, her eyes never left mine.
I shut the door and walked away.
After that, it seemed like she showed even less restraint in teasing me and provoking me. Inside the house, she stopped wearing blouses, and instead typically walked around the house in her bra and a skirt.
I admit that I enjoyed the view. Her tits were nothing less than spectacular. They looked huge on her small, slim body: round and delectable, with no sag whatsoever. I loved watching them bounce with each step. Usually, I could see a hint of her areolas through the gauzy translucence of her bras. And when she walked, she deliberately sashayed past me in such a way as to accentuate the sway of her hips and the bouncing wobbling of her prodigious jutting breasts.
Her tits were so prominent, so big and round, that it was easy to see the sides of both boobs even when her back was toward me. Seen from behind, I had a view of her amazing round boobs as well as her perfect ass.
Her ass was incredible, too. Round and firm, her asscheeks jutted out behind her in such a way that I could not keep my eyes off her as she walked away from me. When she wore nothing but minuscule panties that barely covered any part of her ass – which was often – I could see that she did not have an ounce of fat or cellulite on her amazing asscheeks or thighs.
And she knew it. She knew exactly how good looking she was. She was deliberately flaunting her fantastic body in front of me in the worst case of prick teasing that I had ever experienced or even heard of. She knew that she was completely off limits to me. She was looking for a chance to nail my scrotum to a board.
Incredible as the view was, it seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. I felt it was better to stop her. A few weeks after Jenna moved in, I spoke to Mary about her. "Don't you think," I asked, "that a young lady her age needs to show a little more modesty?"
I loved Mary partly because she was so optimistic and sunny, always thinking the best of people. But this time her sunny naivete was not what was needed. Cluelessly, she answered, "Oh, Danny! She's just a young girl! When she was six years old, she and her sister Evie used to prance about the house practically naked!"
"Well, she's not six years old any more," I answered. "She's nineteen. Can you please talk to her about walking around the house when she's only half dressed?"
"I'm sorry, Danny, but I can't do that. Don't you see that she's still adjusting to life with me after so much time apart? We have so many years to catch up on! I don't want to create discomfort where there doesn't have to be any. I want Jenna to feel completely comfortable to be herself around us."
I felt like I had slipped through the looking glass into a world that was the reverse of normal. Jenna was teasing me more every day, and not only was her mother oblivious to her actions, I was put in the bizarre position of trying to keep the little sexpot from flaunting her body at me. And all the while, she was badmouthing me to her father on the other side of the world, accusing me of being a pervert.
A few days later, Jenna upped the ante. She continued to prance around the house in her underwear while her mother innocently beamed at the fact that her daughter seemed to be adapting so well to our household. And while Jenna was in her mother's presence, she called me "Daddy", injecting into that simple name all the ironic sarcasm that she could.
But then when we were alone in the house, she took to calling me "Pencil Dick".
Yeah, I know. Sticks and stones, right? Why should I care what this spoiled little bitch called me?
However, the fact is that I am anything BUT a "pencil dick". I'm actually pretty well endowed. Hell, I'm VERY well endowed, though it's not something I advertise. My cock is nine and a half inches long and extremely thick, and I've never had any complaints in the stamina department. Of course, one of the oddities of male as opposed to female anatomy is that women display their physical charms every time they put on a dress, whereas a man's equipment is usually hidden inside their trousers. It's impossible to judge a man's penis size on the basis of his overall build, or his height, or – despite what they say about President Trump – even the size of his hands. Outwardly, I'm an ordinary guy: medium build, somewhat taller than average. But down below, my nine and a half inch rod is another story.
So it was pretty galling to have Jenna spout off her ignorance about the size of my cock. Part of me wanted to drop my trousers and pull it out just to put her in her place, but I realized that would be immature overkill. So I let it slide. I tried to act like a reasonable stepfather adapting to an unruly but still young girl who was clearly displeased with her new home in the United States.
The name calling continued. After more than a week of Jenna's insults, she made the mistake of calling me "Pencil Dick" when she thought her mother was on the other side of the house. In fact, Mary was only a few feet away in the next room.
Mary walked up to me a few minutes later. "Did I hear her correctly?" she asked, smiling. "I could have sworn I heard Jenna call you 'Pencil Dick'."
"You must have been mistaken," I said. Irritated as I was, I didn't want to become a source of friction between mother and daughter. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jenna a few feet away, listening.
"You're right," said Mary. Displaying yet again her naivete about her daughter, she said, "I'm sure little Jenna doesn't even know what a phrase like that means. Besides," she said, and giggled as she reached down and started fondling my crotch, "if she only knew!"
I swear to God I did not initiate what happened next. Honestly, I don't think it would have occurred to me to have my wife caress my crotch while her daughter stood and watched. And I certainly would never have intended to engage in a tit-for-tat response to Jenna's prick teasing. I was supposed to be the grown-up in the room.
And yet I not only didn't stop my wife from acting sexual in front of her daughter, I actually encouraged it.
Jenna watched from around the corner, wide eyed, as her mother stroked my lengthening cock. To encourage Mary in her stroking, I bent forward and kissed her soulfully on the mouth, all the while positioning my body so that Jenna could see the outline of my long cock stretching further and further down my pants leg, far past the point where most men's cocks would end. While I kissed my wife, I stared straight at Jenna.
"God I love your big cock," Mary whispered.
"What was that?" I asked, pretending that I hadn't heard her.
More loudly, Mary said, "I love your big, hard cock. I love the way you fill me up. I'm so lucky to have your big, thick cock in my pussy every night." She groped me some more and my cock got even bigger while Jenna watched silently. "My hand can't even reach all the way around it! What a huge fuck pole! Such a powerful cock! You're such a stud! A stud with a rock hard power cock!"
Jenna stared open mouthed. Our eyes met. This time I was the one with a smirk on my face.
"Suck me," I said.
"Are you crazy?" answered Mary. "With Jenna in the house?"
"She left for school," I lied. "I heard her close the front door a minute ago."
Mary giggled and went down on her knees. As I unzipped my trousers and dropped them to the floor, I repositioned myself slightly so that Mary and I were both in profile, but with just enough of an angle so that Mary's back was turned to her daughter standing in the doorway a few feet away.
"I love your cock," Mary said as she began licking up and down my shaft. "You taste so good! You give me so many orgasms!" The sound of her wet slurping filled the room.
I chuckled, looking Jenna straight in the eye the whole time. I put my hand on the back of my wife's head to guide her sucking. "Keep sucking! Ha ha ha! Keep sucking me!"
Jenna was really getting turned on. I watched her bring one hand to her big tits, while the other unconsciously drifted down to her crotch. My laughter got louder as I gloated at my stepdaughter. "Come on sweetheart!" I said, grabbing my wife's head with both hands on her temples. "You can fit more in your mouth!"
Mary's eyes went wide as I crammed my rod down her throat. "Glogh! Glogh! Glogh!"
Jenna's hands slipped into her panties and she began frigging herself. Her mouth opened. Her tongue lolled as she began panting.
Mary managed to pull herself away from my cock, giggling. "Hee! Hee! Hee! Oh, Danny, you know I can't fit that much of your big cock in my mouth!" She began rubbing my hard shaft all over her face, reveling in the size and hardness.
I looked down at her, smiling. "But you need to keep trying, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy," she said, just before her mouth engulfed my cock head again.
Did I just hear her call me "Daddy"? My horniness suddenly went from zero to sixty. It was an incredible turn-on to have my hot stepdaughter watch my wife give me a blowjob. Now, all of a sudden, having Mary call me Daddy while sucking me made it even better.
Within seconds, I began pumping my juice down my wife's throat. Surprised at my sudden ejaculation, Mary pulled her mouth off of my cock in the middle of my cumming. She sputtered, the sperm overflowing her mouth and dribbling around her lips and down her chin. More cum spurted from my cock and sprayed her in the face.
"Oh, Daddee!" she cried, laughing. "You sprayed me with too much cum!" Holding my big cock in both hands, she rubbed the shaft all over her face, smearing my sperm into her skin. "Your big dick filled my mouth and covered my face! Hee hee hee!" She looked positively joyous as she held the length of my cock against her cheek, stretching from her chin up to her eyes. She tilted her face, leaning into my dick. Her sperm-spattered mouth was wide open as she smiled adoringly into my eyes and giggled. "I love your cock so much!"
I stole a glance at Jenna, a few feet away. She was shivering as she fingered herself frantically. Her mouth was agape. Her head was bobbing up and down involuntarily as she came from watching her mother smear herself with cum.
Mary pressed the length of my shaft against her cheek, caressing it even while she cuddled her face against it. "Cock! Your cock!" She licked her lips and tasted a dollop of my sperm. She closed her eyes and shivered with pleasure.
"Good girl!" I said, pulling my wife up to her feet. I took her by the shoulders, lifted her up and spun her around, then pointed her toward the kitchen. "Now get started on dinner!" I pushed her toward the pantry and slapped her ass as she went to fix our meal.
As she walked away, I turned toward Jenna. My cock, which had not yet started to deflate, was bobbing in the air as if it had a mind of its own and was directed specifically at my busty stepdaughter. "Pencil Dick, huh?" I whispered to her.
At the time all this happened, I felt pretty smug about putting Jenna in her place. Afterwards, though, I kicked myself for descending to this teenage girl's level: she called me names, so I got back at her. I knew that engaging in this sort of one upmanship could be dangerous, and so I resolved to back off, and simply ignore Jenna's provocations from then on.
Easier said than done.
Jenna's prick teasing took a new direction. She began to engineer situations where she would rub against me. Once, when I was leaning back against the kitchen counter drinking my morning cup of coffee, Jenna, clad as usual in bikini briefs and semi-transparent shelf bra, came in and pressed her entire body against mine as she reached up into the cupboard behind me. Looking down I could see her incredible cleavage spilling out of her bra as she mashed her big soft tits against my chest. Did I mention that she was too big for her 32F bras?
"What are you doing?" I asked, pretending I didn't know exactly what she was up to.
"Looking for the sugar," she answered. She rubbed her huge tits up and down my chest while her hand groped in the cabinet behind me. "I need something sweet and tasty."
"It's right here," I said. Her eyes darted toward mine, then down at the bulge in my pants. But instead of acting on her desire to see my dick again, I reached over and picked up the sugar bowl that was already on the counter.
"Thanks, DADDY," she said, emphasizing the word. As she moved away from me, the back of her hand brushed against my groin.
Jenna also began coming into the bathroom without knocking. At first she came in only once or twice while I was showering, pretending that she didn't know I was in there. Through the wet plastic curtain I could see the fuzzy outlines of her delectable body as she bent over the counter.
"I'm sort of in a hurry for school," she said, the third time she came into the bathroom while I was showering. "You don't mind if I put on my makeup while you shower, do you?" In fact, I could tell that she was peering at the fuzzy image conveyed through the translucent curtain, hoping to get a glimpse of my dick.
"No, it's fine," I said. "Go right ahead."
When I told her about it later, Mary, incredibly, was pleased at this new development. "I know you like your privacy while you're in the shower," she said, "But I think it's great that she feels so comfortable with us that she's sharing that space in the mornings. Besides," she added, "It really is a traffic jam trying to use the bathroom in the mornings."
I could only shake my head in wonderment.
After that, Jenna began entering the bathroom every morning while I showered. It seemed to me that she took unusually long combing her hair. I accommodated her by soaping up my dick and stroking it to hardness while standing in profile in the shower. Though she couldn't make out many details through the wet, white shower curtain, the general outlines of my large cock were unmistakable.
"Can you see alright?" I asked her.
"What?"
"Isn't the bathroom mirror all fogged up?" I asked. "I wonder if you can see well enough."
"I wish I could see better," she answered.
"Gosh, that's too bad," I said, arching my back and ostentatiously stroking my cock in profile for her benefit. I stood close to the shower curtain so that the profile image that she saw was as clear as I could make it. I'm sure she could clearly see the silhouette of my pelvis humping back and forth and the long rod of my cock sticking out in profile while my hand pumped it up and down. "I'll bet you'd like to see more," I teased.
The shoe was on the other foot for a change. Jenna's exhibitionism already had me both irritated and horny. Now she was getting a taste of her own medicine.
I should have realized it at the time, but it was inevitable that Jenna would respond by acting even more outrageously.
Given her amazing looks and mouth watering figure, it was natural that guys would start asking her out on dates as soon as she began attending college. She was nineteen, of course, so Mary and I tried to take a hands-off approach when it came to her choice to stay out late on Friday nights.
I drew the line, though, when it came to bringing her poor taste in men under our roof. One day, a week or two after I started stroking off my cock every morning in the shower in front of her, I came home early from work and heard odd noises from her bedroom. When I went to her room and stood outside the door, I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from her bedroom.
"Suck my cock, you little slut!"
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"Mmph! Mmph!"
"Deeper! I said deeper!"
"Gugg! Gugg! Gugg!"
I carefully turned the door knob a millimeter at a time, then gently cracked open the door, praying all the while that the door hinge wouldn't creak.
Sitting on Jenna's bed with his back propped against the headboard was a big, beefy guy with hair cut so short he was almost a skinhead. He had his hand on Jenna's head, who was kneeling on all fours between his legs with her ass propped up in the air. The perfect globes of her ass looked so inviting, as if they were calling for a second man to come up from behind and spit-roast my stepdaughter.
From my perspective peering through the crack in the door, it was difficult to take in all the action, but from what little I could see, Jenna seemed like a champion cocksucker. Bobbing up and down on the skinhead's crotch, it seemed like she was going all the way down to the root, burying her nose in the guy's pubic hair. Then her head rose all the way to the tip before plunging downward without so much as a pause all the way down again. The girl seemed to have no gag reflex.
Which was a lucky thing, considering how Mr. Skinhead seemed to be treating her. With a smug look on his face, he grabbed a fistful of Jenna's hair and held her head in place for what seemed like almost a full minute with his cock all the way down her throat. When he finally released her head, she quickly raised her head back up and gasped for air. It truly seemed as if she were desperate for oxygen.
"Give me more, bitch!" the guy growled. He grabbed Jenna by the hair again, and with his free hand he slapped her face. When she opened her mouth to cry out in pain, he pulled her head down onto his cock again, spearing her mouth with his rod. "More! More! More!" he said, over and over, as he forcibly pumped her head up and down on his shaft. When he finally released her hair and let her come up again for air, her head was lolling loosely as if she were only half conscious. Her eyes were half-lidded and devoid of expression, as if she were several steps beyond dazed and verging on unconscious. From her reddened, tear-streaked face she looked like she had swallowed so much cock she was about to asphyxiate.
"Don't you pass out on me!" he screamed, a harsh expression on his face. "Don't you dare fucking pa –"
At that point I threw open the door. When I burst in the room, the skinhead lifted his hand from Jenna's head in surprise, and she responded by falling over onto her side, coughing up phlegm and gasping for breath. At that moment, she reminded me less of a woman having sex than of a drowning victim coughing up seawater. Part of me wondered whether she might need medical attention.
"What the hell . . .?" the man asked.
"Get the fuck out of my house," I growled. In one stride I was standing by the bed and had my hand around the man's shirt collar. I hauled him to his feet and pushed him toward the door.
The guy was far bigger than me. He must have outweighed me by a good thirty pounds. He was taller and obviously worked out a lot. But there's something to be said for the elements of surprise and having the moral high ground. Plus the skinhead had never completed taking his pants off, so one pants leg still had his shoe, pants and underwear pooled at his feet, while the other leg was bare. When the guy tried to stand, he stumbled over his own clothing.
Most important of all, I think he instinctively realized that, however our confrontation played out, he was going to wind up looking like a stupid asshole.
The only resistance he put up as I frog-marched him toward the door, still gripping the back of his collar the whole time, was to shield the back of his head with his arms and hands, evidently afraid that along with kicking him out on the street with his dick hanging out, I might also choose just for the hell of it to smack him on the back of the head as if he were a recalcitrant schoolboy.
A few seconds later, I threw the guy out the front door. The last I saw of him, he was sitting on his ass on my front lawn, trying to pull his pants back on. I think he was wondering whether he should ring the doorbell to ask for his other shoe back.
Still furious, I strode back to Jenna's room. When I got there, she was on her hands and knees, still gasping for breath. Her makeup was smeared and she looked like she had been treated pretty rough. I think she might have been crying, but it was hard to tell given that she was already covered with tears from deepthroating Senor Asshole.
"Danny, I'm sorry," she began. "Listen . . . ."
I was not so furious that I did not notice it was the first time she had ever called me by my real name, Danny. But that didn't stop me from tearing into her. "No, YOU listen," I said. "You're technically an adult, no matter how juvenile you act. But if you're going to behave like a cheap slut, do it somewhere else. Don't you dare bring another man under this roof again."
I paused for a moment. Jenna simply sat stunned on the ground.
"And one other thing," I said. "Given all your talk about 'pencil dicks', I'm surprised that you went for someone like that guy. I saw the size of that little wee-wee of his. Maybe you can't handle a grown up man, after all."
I slammed the door on my way out.
I thought at first that my actions that afternoon might have made a difference. Certainly Jenna was more reserved at dinner that night. When she spoke at the dinner table, there was little trace of the snide tone that she managed to inject even to such mundane statements as, "Pass the butter, please, Daddy." In fact, she even seemed a little sheepish, speaking quietly and looking down at her plate through most of the meal.
Watching her, I wondered whether I had perhaps misinterpreted what I'd seen in her bedroom. Maybe her interaction with the skinhead was a date gone awry, an interaction that had started out consensual but then turned into a rape that I had interrupted. Honestly, given how unpleasant Jenna acted most of the time, I wasn't very tempted to ask her and find out, for fear that she'd lapse back into her normal, unpleasant manner.
In any event, the "polite" Jenna persona didn't even last through the end of the meal. By the time we hit dessert she was back to her rude, obnoxious self. I concluded that her changed behavior must have been due to indigestion over the skinhead's smelly cock. She ignored my hints that she might help clear the dinner table and do the dishes. When she got up from the table, she seemed to deliberately brush against her cutlery, sending several knives and forks clattering to the ground. She left them there for Mary and me to pick up after her, and proceeded to walk back to her room and slam the door behind her.
The next afternoon I decided to up the stakes again. Mary's job was several miles further from home than mine was, and the result was that I usually got home from my daily commute nearly an hour before she did each night.
I took advantage of that extra hour by matching Jenna's custom of walking around the house half undressed. When I got home from work that afternoon, I went straight to my bedroom and stripped down to my boxer shorts, then stroked my cock to hardness before walking casually to the kitchen to get myself a beer.
I kept a nonchalant look on my face as I walked past Jenna. She was sitting on the living room couch in a crop-top t-shirt and no bra and only a wispy hint of panties. When she saw me walk through the room with a huge tent in my boxers leading the way, she did a double-take. Her eyes were glued to my crotch as I walked past her.
A few moments later, I had grabbed a beer from the fridge and opened it. I leaned back, propping my ass against the counter in such a way that my cock stood out farther. The thought of showing myself off to Jenna got me even harder. Now my cock was standing straight out from my torso, and had lifted the leg of my boxer shorts so high that the mushroom head of my cock was clearly poking through to the open air.
Jenna got up from the couch and followed me into the kitchen. She stood on the other side of the narrow room, propping her own ass against the opposite counter. She couldn't take her eyes off of my big dick which was bobbing up and down each time I clenched my ass muscles.
"Hungry for a snack before dinner?" I asked. "How would you like a nice, fat sausage?"
"No," she said, though she couldn't take her eyes off of my swollen dick.
"You sure?" I asked. "You look like you're drooling for something hot in your mouth. I could give it to you."
"You've done your share of drooling, too," she said. She brought her hand up to her breast and used her fingernail to trace circles around her nipple. "Maybe you'd like to drink a little milk."
"No thanks."
"You sure?" she asked. "It's really tasty." Her eyes lifted from my crotch and met mine. She smiled.
Neither one of us was going to make the first move. Our conflict was morphing into a contest to see who would give in first to the other. For the first time, it seemed like she was smiling at me in something other than a joke at my expense. We were recognizing each other as worthy adversaries.
I reached down, held the base of my cock through the thin fabric of my boxers, and waved my tented cock at her. "Sure you're not hungry?" I asked.
She gave a lop-sided, knowing smile and shook her head. She cupped her big tits and bounced them up and down for my benefit. "I KNOW you're thirsty."
"Maybe later."
We both laughed.
The next morning, I upped the stakes again. Jenna came into the bathroom again while I was showering, supposedly so she could brush her hair before going to school. While she was peering at me through the shower curtain trying to get a glimpse of my dick, I pulled back the curtain and gave her a full, unobstructed view of me.
Despite the fact that that was exactly what she had wanted, Jenna nevertheless jumped backward in surprise. I saw that she was wearing a thin shelf bra and panties, along with a blouse that she had left completely unbuttoned.
"Good morning, Jenna," I said matter-of-factly. My long hard cock was bobbing freely in the air, pointed straight at her. "I'm out of soap. Can you hand me that bar by the sink?"
Jenna glanced quickly behind me and saw that there was already a bar of soap in the shower stall. She smirked knowingly at me before she turned to the sink to get me an extra piece of soap.
She held out the soap but I didn't take it. "My hands are slippery," I said. "Be a good girl and reach in to put it on the shelf yourself, would you please?"
She reached past me, brushing her arm against my torso, and put the new bar of soap on the shelf right next to the old bar of soap.
I grabbed her wrist and held her in place, then bent forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Sweetie. You're being a very good stepdaughter." When I leaned in, I made sure to get close enough so that the tip of my wet, hard cock poked her in the stomach.
"Su - Sure thing, Danny," she stammered. Her eyes roamed up and down from my face to my hard cock, then back up my naked body and back, over and over, to my hard rod pushing insistently against her tummy.
I kissed her again, no more than a light peck really, on the mouth. My cock pushed harder against her body. I saw her hand flutter in the air as she unconsciously started to reach for my dick, then stopped herself.
"I have to get to school," she said quickly, and rushed out of the bathroom.
My laughter followed her through the closed door and down the hallway.
I thought that Jenna and I had reached a weird sort of equilibrium in our mutual teasing. But the very next day I realized that she had a different idea of the ground rules than I did.
I got off work an hour early that day. When I entered the house, I could hear familiar noises coming from the direction of Jenna's bedroom.
The door to her room was ajar, and it was easy to look inside to see her naked with a couple of guys.
"Get on your knees, bitch," said one of the men.
Jenna obediently sank to the floor between the two men. Both guys quickly opened their zippers and pulled out their dicks. Jenna licked her lips, then started sucking one, while the other man pulled off his belt and slipped it around her neck.
"My turn," he growled, and used the belt to pull Jenna toward his hard cock.
The first guy laughed. "No fair!" he said, smiling. "I wasn't wearing a belt!" He pulled Jenna's head back toward his cock. But after only one thrust into her throat, the guy with the belt pulled her back.
Jenna went back and forth for several minutes, swallowing one cock and then the other, then back to the first. She deliberately made a popping sound with her mouth when she released one to go to the other.
All three were laughing. The room was filled with the sounds of their laughter interspersed with Jenna's gurgling and the popping sound that she made when she moved her mouth off of each cock. "Oh, fuck yeah!" she cried between slurps.
After a few minutes one of the men wanted more. He put his hand under her armpits and effortlessly lifted her small body, then repositioned her kneeling on all fours on the loveseat, with her ass near one end and her head near the other.
The two men then bracketed her at both ends of the couch. One stood before her and thrust his cock into her mouth, while the other stood at her rear and began thrusting his cock into her tight, teenage pussy.
The view was incredible. Despite it being the middle of the day, the fact that there were no windows in the hallway meant that the hall was almost entirely cast in shadow, while Jenna's room was bathed in light. That meant I could stand only a few inches outside her room and not be seen at all. Although Jenna routinely wore gauzy, see-through blouses and bras, this was the first time I had ever seen her big, delicious tits completely bare, My eyes were riveted on her grapefruit sized breasts as they hung free from her tight little body and swung back and forth between the two men pumping her from both ends.
I took my cock out and began stroking it. Jenna was an incredible piece of ass. Her nineteen year old, diminutive body was perfection, and her tits were unbelievably prominent on her petite frame. Her dyed black hair was becoming drenched in sweat while it swayed with the movement of her head as she sucked and fucked relentlessly.
The men moved her pliant body into a new position. Now Jenna knelt backwards on the sofa, with her head over the sofa back and her knees on the cushion. One man grabbed her by the hips and she obediently wrapped her legs around his ass, so that now her lower torso was in the air, completely under her man's control. Jenna rested her arms on the sofa back while the other man pumped and pumped and pumped into her mouth.
A few minutes later, the group changed positions again: the men switched orifices, and began spit-roasting little Jenna, holding her lithe little body between them suspended in the air. Jenna was powerless, held in the air by the two larger men. They pounded her relentlessly from both ends.
The fucking went on and on. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes of furious fucking, with Jenna as the target of these two men's unrelenting lust. It was incredible to believe that my nineteen year old stepdaughter could keep it up.
In fact, when her face turned toward me, I saw that exhaustion was taking over: her eyes were half-lidded, and her face, which had been stuffed with cock for over a half an hour, was slack while one rod after another rammed in and out. Sometimes her hand reached out to grasp the base of whichever cock was thrusting in and out of her mouth. But as the minutes wore on, her hand increasingly simply fluttered spasmodically around the man's crotch. The double-team fucking went on and on and on, and now her arms hung limply and swung back and forth as her body rocked with the pummeling she was receiving. She moaned inarticulately, while her luscious, voluptuous body, completely under the men's control, was used like a fuckdoll.
My nineteen year old stepdaughter was being fucked so hard and so long she was almost unconscious.
I chose that moment to act. I stuffed my cock back in my pants, straightened my back and took in a deep breath. Then I barged into the room, putting on an air of outrage as if I had just discovered what was going on.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed. "What are you doing to my fifteen year old stepdaughter?"
That got their attention more than if I had poured a barrel of ice water onto them. I struggled to maintain an outraged expression and keep from laughing as both men sputtered, nearly simultaneously:
"Fifteen years old?!!"
The two men pulled their cocks out of Jenna so fast it was almost as if they had discovered she was radioactive. Within less than a second, their erections had wilted. They looked into each other's eyes and, without a word being said, immediately came to the same conclusion: We Need To Get The Fuck Out Of Here.
They both reached down and grabbed as much clothing as they could, then without bothering to see if they had everything, sprinted past me and ran toward the front door. I let a couple of seconds pass, then walked leisurely down the hall to make sure they'd left. When I saw the front door still open, I walked up and gently closed it. My last sight as the door swung shut was of two young men, bare naked, running and hopping down the suburban street with their arms full of clothing, their bare feet occasionally tripping over pebbles and potholes. There was a trail of socks, shoes and underwear that they had dropped as they ran.
I chuckled as I walked back to Jenna's bedroom, but then wiped the smile off my face as I entered her room. Jenna was on her bed, naked and panting with exhaustion, her huge tits rising and falling with each deep breath. Worn out though she was, she was not so exhausted that she wasn't furious at me.
"Fifteen?" she said, between heavy panting breaths. "Did you have to lie and tell them I was fifteen?"
I smiled. "By tomorrow afternoon, not a single guy on that college campus will touch you with a ten foot pole without demanding to see your ID first."
"That was fucked up, Danny. I hate you, you son of a bitch."
The hackles rose on my neck. "Don't you dare call me a son of a bitch," I said calmly. "I've had it with your name calling. I've had it with your rudeness. I've had it with your stuck up attitude."
"Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do about it?"
"This," I said. I grabbed Jenna by the wrist and, with one motion, sat on her bed and swung her naked body over my knees.
"What the hell. . .?" she asked.
"Little girl, you've been asking for this since the moment I met you," I said, "and it's about time you got it."
I raised my arm high in the air and smacked Jenna as hard as I could on her bare bottom.
"Ow! Fuck, Danny! That hurt!"
"This is only the beginning," I said, and spanked her ass again.
"Aah! Stop! Please, Danny, stop!"
Smack! "You're a spoiled little girl!"
"No I'm not! I'm a grown-up!"
Smack! "You're a little prick tease!"
"No I'm not!"
Smack! "A big titted, spoiled little prick tease!"
"No! Please, Daddy! Stop!"
My left hand let go of Jenna's wrist and snaked under her torso, grabbing one of her humongous tits as a way of holding her down and maintaining my leverage on her body. My right hand swung down again onto her perfect round ass, which was beginning to show red marks from the spankings.
Smack! "You need discipline!"
"Please, Daddy! Please!"
Her tits felt fantastic. Soft, yet firm. Titflesh filled and overflowed my hand. Jenna squirmed deliciously on my lap. I knew she could feel my hard-on pushing into her crotch.
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I paused before spanking her again. "Please, 'what'?" I asked.
Jenna whimpered something inarticulate.
I brought my hand down onto the round globes of her amazing ass, but instead of spanking her again, my hand rested on her ass. My finger began snaking its way toward her pussy. My left hand roamed from one tit to another, caressing her incredible body. Having this petite yet voluptuous sexpot spread out on my lap felt fantastic. I had access to her entire body and was in complete control of her.
"Please, Daddy, don't spank me any more. I'll be good," she whimpered.
"And what does 'good' mean?" I asked. My finger began pumping in and out of her vagina.
Jenna began humping her ass up and down in synch with my finger probing her pussy. She reached with one arm underneath her and began caressing my hard-on. "I'll do whatever you want, Daddy. Everything, Daddy. Everything you want."
"Good girl!" I said. My hands were all over her tits, her pussy. Her body was unbelievable. Her curves were perfect.
Jenna's ass bounced up and down while I finger fucked her. "Everything, Daddy! I'll give you everything!" she screamed. "Finger my clit! Give it to me!" The hand that she had wedged under her torso gripped my hard pole and stroked me through my pants fabric. My finger pumping in and out of her pussy started going deeper and faster, and she responded by pumping her ass up and down faster and faster. "Spank me some more, Daddy!"
More spanking? How twisted IS this bitch? I asked myself, even as my cock got harder.
I pinched and twisted one of her nipples at the same time that my hand came down on her ass, which was already red from my previous spankings. My pelvis began lurching upward with each blow from my open hand. "Fuck!" I screamed as I smacked her luscious round ass. My head snapped backward reflexively with each smack and I roared with triumph: "Fuck!" Another smack. "Fuck Fuck FUCK!" I yelled. My back was arched and my pelvis was bucking upward over and over, poking her with my hard on.
This hot little piece of ass was finally where I wanted her. Where she belonged. Under my total control. I smacked her ass again and laughed. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed, my head reared back and laughing the whole time.
Still spread out on my lap, with her legs now wide open for my hand to roam at will, Jenna humped up and down on my cock spasmodically. I caressed the perfect globes of her ass again, roughly invading her pussy with my finger.
"Daddy! Daddy! DADDEEEE!" she screamed.
"Your body belongs to ME!" I growled, furiously pumping my fingers in and out of her fuck hole. My other hand roamed all over her humongous tits. I twisted her hard nipples. Her entire body squirmed deliciously. I smacked her again on her amazing rump. I loved the idea of having this horny little sexpot as my plaything. "DADDY OWNS YOU!"
Then, without warning, her whole body stiffened. "Aagh!" she cried, then went limp.
"Oh, fuck, Daddy, I think I c - c- came. . ."
I stood up suddenly, causing her to fall onto the carpet. "Get on your knees!" I growled. "Suck your Daddy!"
I unbuckled my belt and began unbuttoning my pants. "From now on, this is your place: on your knees in front of your step Daddy's cock!" Jenna sat on her heels in front of me with an expression of shock and submission. She stared upward wide-eyed into my eyes, her mouth agape.
Just as I was about to thrust my hard cock into Jenna's expectant, open mouth, I heard a familiar sound in our driveway. It was Mary, home from work.
We looked each other in the eye.
"Get dressed," I said. "I'll finish disciplining you later." I walked out of the room while I zipped up my pants.
An hour later, the three of us sat pleasantly at the dinner table. I sat at the head, while Mary and Jenna faced each other. "Aren't we a big, happy family?" said Mary, beaming at both Jenna and me. She reached out with both arms and clasped our hands across the table. Jenna glanced at me warily, then reached out with her free hand so that all three of us were holding hands around the table.
Mary was irrepressibly happy. "I'm so glad you're here, Jenna!" she said. "I'm so glad we're all getting along!"
"Me, too," I said. "I think Jenna and I have recently come to an understanding, haven't we, Jenna?"
"I'm learning my place in this family," said Jenna, looking at me.
When I arrived home from work the next day, Jenna was the only other person in the house. Because of her longer commute, Mary usually got home an hour later than I did.
Taking advantage of the extra time alone with Jenna, I called her into the living room.
A few moments later, she stood before me in a knee-length skirt and blouse, hands clasped demurely behind her back. The effect of her posture was to thrust her oversized tits forward. I noticed that under her button-down blouse, she was not wearing a bra. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail.
I sat in the middle of the couch and looked sternly at her. "I don't think you and I finished our disciplinary session yesterday," I said.
"Didn't we?" she said, a smirk on her face. "That's too bad, DADDY." She was back to using the snide tone in her voice that I hated. She drawled out the word "Daddy", as if it had a million syllables. Given what had happened the day before, part of me expected something different. I asked, "What's bothering you this time, Jenna?"
"After you told those guys I was only fifteen yesterday, they spread it around in every class that I'm taking at college. I'm already a lot shorter than average. Now no one believes I'm nineteen – they think I'm a high school kid! The professors think I'm a high school sophomore taking college classes. And no guy will even look at me!"
I smirked. "That's too bad."
"I hate you!"
"I'm not sure I like your attitude, young lady," I said.
"So what? You're not my real father. What are you going to do about it?"
I jumped up quickly and grabbed her by the arm. Then I deliberately fell back on the couch, taking her with me and twisting her arm slightly as I fell so that she was forced to fall sideways. She landed on her stomach, sprawled over my lap.
"I may not be your real father," I said as I flipped up her skirt, revealing a bare ass. I smiled at the fact that she had chosen not to wear panties. "But from now on, I'm your Daddy, and you WILL give me the respect and obedience that your Daddy deserves!"
I spanked her hard on her bare ass.
"Aagh!" she cried. Her head snapped upward, sending her ponytail flying. Her back arched, which made her ass grind downward into my crotch.
With my left hand I grabbed her ponytail and pulled upward, accentuating the delicious arch of her back.
I spanked her again and the sound of the loud SMACK! echoed around the room. "You need discipline!" I said.
"FUCK!" she screamed.
Smack! "You need to learn obedience!"
"FUCK!!"
Smack! "You need to obey your Daddy!"
"FUCK!"
Smack! "You need to – – "
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!"
"Yeah, that's right, Jenna," I said, suddenly switching to a soothing voice. "You need to FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
I let go of Jenna's ponytail, and my left hand snaked under her torso to begin caressing her big, bra-less tits. My right hand rested on her reddened ass and I began caressing those perfect globes while my fingers insistently sought out her pussy.
"There's no need for us to argue, Jenna," I said soothingly. "All you need to do is obey your Daddy." My hand found her clit and I began tickling her.
Jenna's entire body jolted with sensation. "Obey my Daddy?" she whimpered.
I held one of Jenna's nipples through the thin cloth of her blouse, twisting it gently. With my other hand I rhythmically stroked her clitoris. "Love your Daddy," I said.
Jenna's body squirmed on my lap. "Love my Daddy," she cooed.
"Say my name again, Jenna," I said softly.
"Daddy," she whispered.
I responded by thrusting my fingers into her twat.
"Daddy!" she said, more forcefully this time. I pushed my fingers in again, deeper this time.
"DADDY!" she cried, and began bucking up and down on my lap as my fingers thrust in and out over and over.
"DADDY! DADDY! DADDY" she screamed. My fingers pushed her to orgasm, while my other hand mashed her fantastic breasts. I could feel the buttons pop off of the top of her blouse.
Gently, I lifted her from my lap. "It's time to finish what we started yesterday, sweetheart," I said. "Get on your knees and start sucking. Pay homage to your new Daddy."
Jenna unfastened what was left of her blouse and dropped it on the floor, then settled in between my legs. Kneeling before me, she began to suck.
She was incredible. Her black hair, coupled with her storm grey eyes and pale skin, gave her a sultry look that was all the more sexy and enticing when she stared into my eyes with my cock in her mouth. Her big tits felt fantastic as they mashed against my thighs.
And her mouth! Every movement that she made, from licking the length of my shaft to reverently kissing the tip, to plunging her mouth up and down relentlessly on my shaft, showed both her experience at sucking and her joy in tasting her new Daddy's cock. Jenna must have been the blow job queen at that exclusive foreigners-only school she attended in Indonesia, because I could not imagine any high school girl ever matching, much less exceeding her when it came to dedication and technique. She sucked cock not only like she was made for the task, but as if it was the most pleasurable activity in the world for her. Her voluptuous, busty body was matched only by the sheer joy that she clearly derived from having a dick in her mouth.
And God! She looked great with a dick in her mouth!
"It's so big!" she said, taking it out from between her red lips for a moment. She giggled. "I knew it was big when I saw it before, but actually trying to wrap my lips around it – oh god, it's so fucking big!" She kissed the tip again and looked adoringly into my eyes. "Can I have this every day?" she asked.
"Kiss it," I said. "Kiss your Daddy's dick."
"Yes, Daddy. Hee heee heee!" she giggled as she obeyed me. She brought my thick pipe to her mouth, pursed her lips and tenderly kissed the tip. Her mouth looked tiny next to the large mushroom head that dominated her. She grinned happily and purred as she looked upward into my eyes.
"If you're a good girl, you're not going to need any of those boys at college," I said, smiling down at her. "Can you be a good girl?"
"Oh, I'll be good!" she said, laughing. "I'll be so fucking good to you, Daddy!" She wrapped both hands around my pole and started jacking me off, grinning wildly the whole time.
"Do you apologize for calling me 'pencil dick'?" I asked.
She jacked me up and down while she laughed even harder. "Oh, man! I am SO sorry about that one! Your name is Danny Horace Cooke, but from now on, I'm calling you Daddy Horse Cock!" She plunged her mouth down onto the head of my cock while continuing to jack me off with both hands, twisting her wrists as she pumped her hands up and down.
With a loud Pop! she brought her mouth off of my cock. "Horse Cock! Hee hee hee! I dub thee Sir Horse Cock! Daddy Horse Cock!"
Watching her revel in the touch of my cock was finally too much. With a sudden roar, I lost control and sprayed her face with cum. "Take it!" I screamed. "Drink my cum!"
The first spurt of my cum shot straight into Jenna's mouth but then, still holding my cock with both hands, she pointed my shaft at the rest of her face, then downward toward her prodigious tits. "Brand me!" she cried. "Put your brand on your slut daughter! CUM ON MEEEE!"
I baptized her in sperm. She joyously held my rod to her face and hosed herself in my cum. "Yes! Yes! YESSS!" she cried.
A few moments later I looked downward at Jenna. Her hair was in disarray and had droplets of sperm dripping from the locks that framed her cum-spattered face. More cum dripped from her chin onto her huge tits.
At that moment, right on time, I heard Mary's car enter the driveway.
After that first day, I knew that I could fuck Jenna any time I wanted to – and I definitely wanted to. But the fact that I had already caught her having sex with three different men made me wary of catching an STD, so I told her that before I agreed to put my cock in her pussy, she would have to undergo a medical exam to make sure she was clean. The clinic technicians said we would have to wait at least ten days for the test results.
The wait wasn't entirely bad. I could see that forcing her to beg every day for more cock was the path toward taming my rebellious step-daughter. It was a complete reversal of what I figured she usually experienced, with guys drooling over her tight, hourglass figure and her big, oversized rack. Most guys probably begged for her attention, but now here she was on her knees every afternoon, begging me to finally bone her. Besides, I was surprised to find that I actually enjoyed spanking the shit out of her and getting her off with my hands before forcing her to submissively suck me off.
Jenna's body was incredibly responsive. Having her lie across my lap every day gave me the opportunity to explore every part of her amazing body. Her big soft tits that jiggled when she squirmed on my lap. Her tight little pussy. Her toned thighs. Her flat tummy. Her round ass that I reddened every day with my spanking. Each day I started out with a stern spanking, but that quickly morphed into her lying across me so I could play with whatever part of her gorgeous body that I wanted. After going through the sham of "disciplining" her, she liked to turn over onto her back so I could play with her tits and pussy while she squirmed and giggled through one orgasm after another. Then I made her straddle me on my lap so I could kiss, suck and nibble her delicious huge tits before I made her get on her knees to blow me before her mother got home.
I loved taming her. Every afternoon I was cumming into her mouth just minutes before her mother walked in the front door. Gripping the sides of her head while I pumped jism into her mouth was fantastic. The powerless, wide-eyed look of shock she gave was intensely erotic as she struggled to swallow while I forcibly held her head to accept my sperm. Often, I made her continue to suck me even after I had cum, so that she nursed my deflating cock for five or ten minutes until I heard her mother's car roll up the driveway. Only then would I let her go so she could run back to her room and put on her clothes.
Jenna was incredibly responsive to my every touch. "Finger fuck me, Daddy!" she pleaded. "Kiss my titties! Let me touch your cock!" She was rapidly turning into my own personal 5 foot 2, big titty cocksucking cumslut servant.
Gripping the back of her head while I thrust my cock down her gullet over and over was starting to feel like the most natural thing in the world.
We were settling into becoming a VERY happy family.
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DADDY HORSECOCK CH. 03
Mom is blind to what I'm up to with my stepdaughter.
Several days later, my wife Mary made a disturbing announcement over dinner.
"I went to the doctor today," she began. "I've been having problems with . . . well, it's hard to put into words. My skin, my hair -- they don't seem as shiny as they used to be. All of a sudden, I seem to be getting wrinkles. And last week -- I think I had a hot flash."
"What are you saying, Mom?" asked Jenna.
Mary took a deep breath, then continued. "The doctor says I've started going through menopause."
"What?!" I said. "You're only 37 years old! How is that even possible?"
"Doctor Albertson says it's a rare disorder called . . . oh, hell, I can't even remember the fancy name. Anyway, it amounts to premature menopause. The good news is that it can be treated with a regime of hormones, medications and vitamins. With the proper treatment, I'll be back to normal within a few days." Mary looked over at me. "He says that my libido will go back to normal again, too, honey. Maybe even better than ever. I know I've been difficult for the last few months."
"And you'll have to take this stuff forever?" asked Jenna.
Mary shrugged. "It's too early to say. But I'll need everyone's help as I cope with this problem. The doctor says I need to take a cocktail of medications every day on a completely empty stomach. That means no lunches for me, and dinner will have to be delayed every day for a couple of hours after I get home and take my meds."
"Maybe you could take the medication in the morning," said Jenna. "At 8 AM, it would have been more than twelve hours since your last meal."
Mary smiled ruefully. "Not possible. The side effects will make it impossible for me to function for a couple of hours after I take the medication. There's no way I could take the pills before going to work."
"Side effects?" I asked.
Mary looked sheepish as she continued, "Some of the meds designed to restore my skin tone are related to retinol, the same substance present in the retina of my eyes. For about two hours after I take the pills, I'll be extremely sensitive to light and will have difficulty focusing. I won't be able to go outside, drive a car, read a book or even clearly see the images on a TV. The doctor gave me special sunglasses to wear indoors." She reached into her purse and pulled out a pair of extremely dark sunglasses, then put them on the table.
My stepdaughter Jenna picked them up and tried them on. "Geez, Mom. These are the darkest shades I've ever seen. I can't see a thing!"
She handed them to me. Wearing the dark glasses, I could barely see anything, even when I looked upward and stared directly into the overhead light. They were so dark, they might as well have been coated with black paint.
Mary said, "The medication will make my eyes dilate so much that even dim light will be too much to bear. Those glasses will cut down the incoming light so I can see something other than a bright, shiny blur. But it's okay -- the side effect only lasts for a couple of hours after I take the meds each day. And I've got my loving family right here to help me!"
The next day we had our first experience of seeing Mary under the influence of her medications. As soon as she came home, she pulled out a plastic bag full of vitamins, herbal supplements and prescription meds. Laying them out on the counter, she then counted out one of this, two of that, and on and on until there were about a dozen tablets large and small arrayed on the formica table top. Then she poured herself a hefty glass of water and one by one swallowed the whole lot of them.
About twenty minutes later the side effects started. "Oh god," she whispered. "The doctor wasn't kidding about my eyes being dilated. Can we turn down the lights?" She shut her eyes tightly and felt her way to one end of the couch while I went around the living room closing the drapes and turning off all the table lamps and overhead lights. I left the TV on, which, consistent with Mary's silly preconception that Jenna still had the tastes of a ten year old girl, was playing the old 1933 King Kong movie.
Once she was seated, Mary opened her eyes and squinted painfully. "It still seems so bright!" she said.
I went to our bedroom and fetched the sunglasses that the doctor had given her. They were so dark that she almost looked like a blind woman, wearing pitch-black sunglasses in a darkened room. "Can you see okay now?" I asked.
"It's better," she said. "At least the light doesn't hurt. But everything's blurry. I can sort of see the TV." She patted the space on the couch next to her. "Come sit with me, honey. Keep me company while I go through this."
I draped my arm over Mary's shoulder and we watched King Kong. After a few minutes, Jenna came in from the next room and joined us, sitting on my other side. Now the three of us were together, my arms draped over both women, while the black and white TV image flickered in front of us.
Having two busty women on either side of me was too much of a temptation. Gradually, I snaked one arm down and began playing with my wife's breast. Mary turned and looked at me, but with her sunglasses on, it was hard to read her expression. She leaned forward slightly and, once she saw that Jenna was facing the TV, her body relaxed in my arms. Her hand came up and rested on top of mine, pressing my hand into one of her large breasts.
Then Jenna did the same. She reached her hand up to her shoulder and, taking my wrist, led my hand down to her own tits that were even larger than her mother's. She sighed quietly and snuggled closer to me, fitting her body into the crook of my shoulder. Thanks to the medication, Mary's eyesight was so bad that she was barely able to see her daughter's outline, much less notice that I had my hand on her daughter's tits.
"I love my family," I said, sighing. "My beautiful wife," I said as I pinched Mary's nipple, causing to jolt in her seat. "And my lovely stepdaughter," I added, pinching Jenna's nipple as well. Jenna looked up at me with an evil grin on her face.
I was in heaven. The feeling of sitting between two busty women and hugging them close to me with my hands on both their breasts was a fantasy come true. I was grinning from ear to ear. They were both so voluptuous! Their tits were so huge and soft! The fact that one of them, the mother, was unaware that I was also groping her daughter at the same time made the experience all the more crazy and erotic. I pulled them both tighter toward me so that I could feel their curvy bodies press against mine while I continued to caress and play with their funbags.
I groped both women's tits for several minutes, feeling the lush softness under my hands. Mary's DD tits were big, but her daughter's were so huge that they overflowed my hands. I loved the feeling of hefting my wife's and stepdaughter's tits and feeling them bounce in my hands. Both women had especially sensitive nipples, and I could feel them shiver every time my finger lightly grazed against their hardened nipples.
After several minutes of playing with both women's tits, I wanted more. "I don't know about the rest of you," I said, "but I'm a little chilly. Jenna, would you please go to the closet and get a light blanket that we can throw over us?"
Jenna knew exactly what I had in mind. She practically leaped off the couch to get a cover for our activities.
Mary noticed how quickly Jenna carried out my request. "Isn't she lovely?" Mary said. "The way she jumped up to make us more comfortable! She's really starting to fit in to our household!"
"Such a good daughter," I agreed, eying Jenna's firm, round ass as she bent over, rummaging through the linen drawer. I wondered yet again at how incredible her ass was, her round asscheeks sticking out prominently even when she was standing upright. Now, with her bending over for my viewing, the sight was so mouthwatering that I had to control myself from getting up and going over to her so I could grab and squeeze those amazing globes.
"So obedient!" Mary said to me. Jenna turned her head back to make sure I was watching her and her wide mouth broke open into a wicked smile directed at me. She wagged her tongue at me and nodded her head up and down laughingly as if we were sharing a private joke. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, making her ass shift provocatively.
A few moments later Jenna returned with the blanket. She spread it over the lower torsos of her mother and me before getting under the blanket as well. I repositioned my arms so that they were no longer draped over my girls' shoulders, resting my hands instead on their thighs.
Mary shot me a warning look through her dark glasses when my hand crept toward her crotch, but I raised my other hand to my face and pantomimed a shushing motion with my finger to my lips. Jenna, meanwhile, continued to stare at the TV screen, pretending to be oblivious.
Within a few seconds, I had my hands on both women's crotches, exploring their pussies with my fingers.
Meanwhile, on the TV, King Kong was getting pretty active. As Kong rampaged through the African village, my fingers began pumping in and out of both women's vaginas. I tried to time my invasions of their pussies so that their increasingly audible gasps coincided with the action on the screen.
Taking a side glance at my wife, I saw that she was rigidly facing forward. From the side, I could barely see a trace of her eyes behind the dark shades. Her eyelids were fluttering while she shivered slightly and struggled to keep her body motionless, thinking that Jenna was unaware of what we were doing.
Jenna, meanwhile, was reacting completely differently. Her upper torso leaned against me, while her legs splayed open to allow me better access to her pussy. "Oh God!" she gasped as King Kong grabbed Faye Wray, "This is so great!" she gushed as I pumped my fingers in her pussy. "It's incredible!" She grabbed my hand and pushed me deeper into her sex, masturbating herself with my hand.
"You like it?" I asked.
"OH, FUCK YEAH!"
Mary jolted in her seat as I pushed two fingers deep into her twat, but she managed to squeak out, "Now, Jenna!" Mary gasped a couple of times, then continued, "Wa -- Watch your language!"
"S -- S-- Sorry, M-M-Mom!" Jenna stammered. She quivered as my fingers pumped in and out of her pussy.
While the white explorers grappled with King Kong, I felt a hand begin to stroke my hard cock under the blanket. I couldn't tell whose hand it was, which made the feeling all the more incredible. The thin fabric of my trousers was the only thing between the anonymous feminine hand and my thick rod.
A few moments later, I felt another hand slowly creeping up my thigh. That second hand came from Jenna's side, which meant that the first hand stroking my cock must have belonged to my wife. I turned my head toward Jenna to try to warn her off, but she continued to face the TV screen, maintaining the fiction that nothing was going on under the blanket cover.
A moment later my effort to catch her eye was useless anyway. Jenna's hand got close enough to brush against her mother's and then both hands scooted away from my crotch as if they were magnets bouncing off one another. Mary's body went rigid for a moment, and her fingernails clawed into the sides of my thigh, obviously a response to anxiety on her part.
I stroked both women's thighs soothingly while all three of us continued to pretend to pay attention to the movie. Soon I felt both women's bodies relax again -- because neither one wanted the other to find out what they were up to, they both acted oblivious, pretending that their action in brushing against each other's hands had been an accident. Quietly, slowly, two hands began caressing my thighs again, and a moment later, Mary laid claim again to my hard cock. My hands roamed all over both girls' thighs and pussies.
"Horsecock!" my stepdaughter moaned. "Daddy Horsecock!"
Suddenly my wife's body became stiff again. "What?" she asked. "What did you say?"
I glanced out of the corner of my eye at my stepdaughter. She had royally fucked up. Her eyes went wide and she had a panicked expression on her face. But then the panic faded, her brow furrowed and she began talking. What then came out of Jenna's mouth confirmed my suspicion that she was one of the most facile liars I had ever met.
"'Horsecock,'" she said easily. "It's an Indonesian word. I doubt you'd find it in any dictionary, though. It's kind of a slang word, and only common on the island we lived on. And I'm sure my pronunciation is terrible -- I've got this thick American accent whenever I try to speak Indonesian."
Mary had a shocked tone in her voice as she responded, "It sounds like you just said . . . . Uh, what does it mean?"
"Like I said, it's sort of a slang word. People only use it around the house when they're with their families or very close friends. Girls use it as a term of endearment for their fathers."
"'Horsecock'!?"
"And sometimes wives use it towards their husbands. It means 'Boss Daddy'." When you really feel close to your Daddy you call him 'Horsecock'."
Mary's hand grasped my rod under the blanket. "Horsecock?" she said, smiling.
"You don't mind if I call you Horsecock, do you, Daddy?" said Jenna with a deceptively innocent tone in her voice. Her wide grin and the devilish glint in her eyes were totally at odds with her words. With her free hand, just out of sight of her mother, she made a circle with her fingers and pumped her hand up and down, pantomiming the act of jacking off my cock.
"I don't know. . . ." I said.
"We'll both call you Horsecock! How does that sound, Mom?" Jenna turned in her seat and, wrapping her arms around my neck, planted an innocent-seeming peck on my cheek, taking the opportunity to push her delectable body and humongous tits into my side. The gleeful, pseudo-girlish tone that she put on made it sound as if she were talking about going on a merry-go-round. It was so ridiculously transparent that I was surprised that even my naive, trusting wife would fall for it.
"Horsecock!" said Mary. She silently unzipped my pants zipper and reached inside to wrap her small hand around my thick rod. "That's a great name for you, Danny! You're such a Horsecock!"
Jenna sat up snuggled against me for a moment more. With her arms still entwined around my neck, she continued to plant what looked to my wife like little kisses on my cheek. Unseen by Mary, though, those little pecks included a lot of tongue action. Jenna was kissing and licking my cheek and rubbing her incredible body against me while her mother stroked my dick.
"Sure, sweetheart," I said, grinning widely with horniness and pleasure and sheer forbidden lust. "Call me Horsecock. I want both of you to call me Horsecock!"
Jenna responded by swirling her wet tongue in my ear. "Horsecock!" She whispered. "My own Daddy Horsecock!"
By this time in the movie, King Kong had been captured and taken to New York. When he began his final rampage, I amped up my assault on both girls' pussies. Under the guise of reacting to the screams and panic on the TV screen, my wife and stepdaughter stopped trying to suppress their gasps and small cries.
"Oh God!"
"Daddy!"
"Aah! Aah! Aah!"
My wife faced the screen while my stepdaughter was on her knees on the couch, rubbing herself against me and nibbling on my earlobe. Both pretended to pay attention to the movie, but they were barely controlling their bucking and twitching as I diddled their clits and thrust my fingers in and out of their snatches.
"OhGod! OhGod! OhGod!"
"Oh Daddy! Daddy Horsecock!"
Jenna slid down on the couch so that, like her mother, she faced forward while I played with her crotch. Now my stepdaughter and my wife were both bouncing their asses up and down on the couch almost in unison, each so much in thrall to the sensation in their pussies that they were oblivious to the thrashings of the other only a couple of feet away. Mary's hand never left my cock, and as she bounced uncontrollably on the couch, her hand pistoned up and down on my long hard dick. Both girls were gasping and shaking, yet they still faced forward maintaining the figleaf notion that they were merely excited by the monster movie. Mary, nearly blind from the medication, was so overwhelmed by lust and sensation that she did not even notice the bucking and gasping of her daughter. Jenna, on the other hand, knew exactly what I was doing to my wife, and she was clearly turned on by the forbidden eroticism of the situation. My fingers were buried deep in both their pussies, finger fucking them furiously.
By the time the movie ended a few minutes later, both girls were slumped in their seats on the couch, worn out yet still horny and unfucked. I gently took off the blanket and stood. With Mary barely able to see anything beyond a gray blur, I had no reason to cover myself up as I rose. My hard cock was hanging out of the open zipper at my stepdaughter's eye level. Jenna sat transfixed, staring at my cock.
"I hope the two of you enjoyed the movie as much as I did," I said. "Jenna, how would you like to come to the kitchen and help me make dinner while your mother stays in the living room and rests her eyes?"
Jenna rose and, right in front of her temporarily sight-impaired mother, grabbed my cock. Smirking, she began stroking it while looking back and forth between her mother's clueless face and my own.
"That sounds fine," said my wife. "Jenna, go do whatever your father wants."
"Okay, Mom. I promise I'll give Daddy what he needs." She jacked my cock up and down in front of her mother. I think part of her wanted me to ejaculate right there onto her mother's face.
Jenna and I paused and exchanged wide-open smiles, looking back and forth in the dim light between each other and my wife seated before us. We were standing only a foot or two in front of my wife, me towering more than a head taller than my stepdaughter, with my arm around her waist cupping one of her big tits, and busty little sexpot Jenna with her hand around my cock. I brought my other hand up to Jenna's other breast, and blatantly bounced both melon sized tits up and down in front of my wife's face while Jenna jacked me off. "See you in a few minutes," I said, grinning at my wife.
"Yeah, Mom," said Jenna as she pumped my rod a couple of feet from her mother's mouth. "I'll be in the kitchen taking care of Daddy." Jenna was so close to laughing out loud that she had to put her free hand over her mouth.
Once we had passed beyond the back of the couch and were beyond my wife's line of sight, Jenna turned around and faced me. Without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around my neck and hoisted herself into my arms. I helped her by reaching under her skirt and cupping her bare ass with my hands, and she then wrapped her legs around my pelvis, taking care to lift her short skirt as she did so. The fantastic crack of her ass was now suspended exactly at the level of my cock, which was still poking out of my zipper opening.
The feeling of the upper side of my dick bumping against her sexy ass was fantastic. Wordlessly, silently, she began humping up and down in my arms. My fingers tickling the soft skin of her bare ass felt incredible. She looked into my eyes and gave an open-mouthed grin, laughing silently. When I looked down in the space between our two bodies I could see her huge 32F tits bouncing as she joyfully rose up and down in my embrace.
With both hands cupping her round ass cheeks, I proudly carried my busty bouncing stepdaughter into the kitchen.
There was an open counter top that separated the kitchen area from the living room, so it was possible to stand in either room and see most of the other room. Once I entered the kitchen, I turned around and propped her ass onto the counter top. I silently motioned for her to stay there. I quickly filled one pot with water and another with store-bought spaghetti sauce. I turned on the burners and called out to my wife a few feet away, "Would you like some pasta?"
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"Sounds great," said Mary, turning around briefly and squinting vaguely in my direction. The medication combined with her dark black sunglasses made it impossible for her to see much of anything. She turned back around facing the TV.
I moved back to the counter and Jenna opened her legs to accommodate me. We began to kiss. When she came up for air a few seconds later, I asked her, loud enough for her mother to hear, "What do you think, Jenna?"
Still sitting on the counter top, she put her arms around my neck and answered, "Whatever you've got in mind sounds yummy, Daddy."
We kissed for the next several minutes while my wife sat a few feet away, completely oblivious. When my lips first touched Jenna's, I suddenly realized that I had never kissed her before. Spanked her, yes, played with her fantastic boobs, yes, forced my cock down her throat, yes. Yet I had never touched her lips to mine, never felt the inside of her mouth with my tongue.
I realized also that my stepdaughter was not that experienced a kisser. She was incredibly proficient at giving blowjobs, yet I wondered whether with all her sexual experience, maybe most men had skipped straight to mauling her big boobs or forcing her to her knees, without ever making the romantic gesture of gently kissing her.
Now I was providing her with that experience. Despite the fact that my wife was only a few feet away, I felt less rushed than when I was expecting Mary to arrive home from work and walk in the door any minute. Though I kept one eye on the back of Mary's head facing away from us, I nevertheless felt like I could take my time. I caressed Jenna's raven black hair. I brushed my fingertips against her cheek. With my lips and then, gradually, with my tongue, I gently explored my stepdaughter's sweet, delicious mouth.
"Daddy!" she whispered when we both came up for air. The look she gave me was different from what I had seen in the past. Gone were the smirks, the sarcastic, rebellious eyes. Gone also was the frantic animal horniness that I had deliberately induced during our spanking sessions. Instead, I saw a more open, loving, even worshipful expression, one that mixed love with longing and desire. "Daddy," she whispered again. At that moment I felt that I truly became her Master, her Protector. Her Daddy.
I kissed her again, now with more force and passion. Jenna responded in kind, wrapping her legs around my ass and pulling me toward her with both her arms and legs, pressing her big boobs into my chest. With one eye I kept watch on my wife, sitting less than ten feet away. But all the rest of me concentrated on kissing this former hellcat, now my tamed teenage kitty.
Between kisses and licks, we unbuttoned each other's shirts, and Jenna pulled that trick that women sometimes do of removing her bra while keeping her arms inside her unbuttoned blouse. While the pasta water slowly heated up, I began licking and sucking my stepdaughter's huge 32F tits. I was struck with wonder yet again to see how amazingly large her tits looked in contrast to her short, petite frame and her thin, taut waist, and how much her big round tits stood out from her slim ribcage. I buried my face in her huge, soft cleavage and licked her delectable titflesh while Jenna gripped the back of my head and pulled me into her chest.
Jenna brought her mouth up to my ear and whispered as quietly as she could so that her mother couldn't hear her.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered urgently. "Fuck me right now." She pulled her head back and looked me in the eyes, then reached between her legs and held my cock with both her soft, small hands, stroking it and pulling it toward her pussy. Pulling her arms in toward the center had the effect of pushing her big boobs into one another, creating another enticing sight of her huge cleavage. The abundant flesh of her tits rippled and jiggled with every motion of her hands on my rod. "I'm so wet for you, Daddy," she urged. "I'm so ready. You could fuck me right now, Daddy, right in front of my mother. Just put your dick in me, Daddy. I know you want my pussy, Daddy. Please fuck your stepdaughter! Fuck me right in front of my Mom!"
I wanted to fuck her. I wanted her so badly! Her ripe, voluptuous little teenage body was completely open to me. Mine for the taking. Mine to possess and fuck. Her blouse was unbuttoned and open and her breathtaking, oversized, soft tits were jiggling with every movement of her hands pumping my dick. Her skirt was hiked up to her slim waist, and the tip of my cock was brushing against the entrance to her pussy. Jenna's legs were still wrapped around my ass, and she was using them to pull my pelvis toward her. All it would take would be a slight thrust of my hips and my cock would enter her tight, wet ecstasy.
A few feet away, my wife was humming along with the theme song of some inane TV show.
But I held back. I still wanted to wait until I got the doctor's report that my promiscuous, bed-hopping stepdaughter was free of any sexually transmitted diseases. Besides, as much as I was desperate to take her pussy and claim it as my own, I knew that my control of her increased with every day that she lusted for me without getting release.
I smiled at her and, wordlessly, shook my head. She whimpered and bit her lip, then whispered again, even more urgently, "Please, Daddy! Please fuck me!"
I pulled a spoon from the drawer and took a sample of the simmering sauce. I smeared a little bit on each of her nipples, then licked them clean. When I lifted my head back up, I saw that Jenna had her head tilted back, the arch in her back causing her prominent breasts to stick out even further. Her eyes were closed and her mouth curled upward in a triumphant smile as she reached behind my head, curled her fingers around my neck and pulled my mouth back onto her nipple. "Taste it, Daddy! Taste it! Isn't it good?" she cried, loud enough for her mother to hear. She giggled and shivered as I nibbled her teat, all the while gripping my head to her breast.
"What do you think, Daddy?" asked my wife from the next room. "Does it taste good?"
"It's delicious!" I replied.
I took another spoonful of sauce and fed it to Jenna. We kissed, swirling the small spoonful of tomato sauce between each other's mouths.
Jenna spoke again, loudly enough for her mother to hear. "This is so tasty, Daddy!" she said. "But I think I'd like some sausage, too."
"What do you think, Mary?" I called to my wife. "Your daughter wants sausage. Should I give it to her?"
"Sure, Honey. Give her as much as she wants."
"If you say so." I walked to the fridge, took a couple of sausages out, cut them up and added them to the sauce.
Then I walked back to Jenna. I could tell my stepdaughter was hoping I was finally going to thrust my big Daddy cock inside her. Instead, I took her by the shoulders and pulled her off her perch on the counter, then pushed her down onto her knees.
Jenna was face to face with her new Master's cock. Still facing the living room and my clueless wife, I told Jenna, "Have a taste of your Daddy's sausage, Jenna. Tell me what you think."
Jenna began loudly slurping and smacking on my swollen cock. "It tastes delicious, Daddy! I could eat your sausage every day!"
Mary chuckled in the next room. "'Every day', Jenna? You'd really like sausage every day?"
"Oh God, Mom! I love it!!"
I was grinning like a maniac as I held my stepdaughter's head in both hands, guiding her as I fucked her mouth. "Your daughter's gonna eat my sausage every day, Mary!" I crowed. My back arched and I threw back my head, laughing. "Ha! Every day! Eat it, Jenna! Eat it!"
Jenna looked up into my eyes, her lovely teenage mouth stuffed with cock. "Mmph! Mmph!"
I couldn't stop laughing as I thrust in and out. I was pumping my pelvis into her mouth at the same time that my hands controlled her head completely, pulling her violently inward on my rod over and over. "Hah! Hah! Hah!"
Mary turned around and faced me, but her eyesight in the gloom was terrible, and anyway she couldn't see her daughter blowing me below the level of the counter. "Danny, be careful about giving Jenna too much," she said. "You want to make sure there's enough for dinner."
"Don't worry, sweetheart," I said, trying to suppress my panting and soften my tone of voice as I forced my cock in and out of my stepdaughter's throat. Jenna's throat began making rhythmic Gugg! Gugg! Gugg! noises. "I've got plenty of sausage for both of you." My hands on the back of my stepdaughter's neck were using her mouth as a cock socket.
"That's okay, then," said Mary.
Jenna pulled her mouth briefly off of my cock and said, "It's so good, Mom! It's so long! So delicious! It tastes so fucking good! Oh!" -- Slurp! -- "Fuck, Mom!"
"Now Jenna," admonished her mother, "watch your language!"
"Mmph! Mmph!"
"And don't talk with your mouth full!"
Mary remained on the couch a few feet away, wearing her nearly impenetrable dark glasses. She turned back in the other direction to watch what to her were the indistinct, blurry images of a TV re-run. Jenna was gagging uncontrollably.
"Yeah!" I cried. I pounded my cock in and out of my stepdaughter's helpless mouth. "Swallow that meat, Jenna! Lick it! Nibble it! Eat my long, thick sausage!" My hands were on either side of Jenna's temples and my fingers were buried in her jet black hair. Jenna had both hands wrapped around my rod and her mouth was stretched to the limit trying to take in the swollen head. Tears welled up in her eyes and trailed down her cheeks. Her beautiful pale grey eyes were wide open and her eyebrows were raised querulously and almost pleadingly as I rammed my hard dick in and out of her cute little teenage mouth.
It was ecstasy, made even better by the fact that my naive wife was only a few feet away from us while I pumped my cock in and out of her daughter's sweet throat.
"Is she a good helper, Daddy Horsecock?" asked Mary from the other room.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, she's great!"
Finally I reached my release. I pulled Jenna's head deeper onto my rod, causing her to choke and gag. "Taste the sauce, Jenna! Taste the sauce!" I cried. Cum began streaming out of my cock and directly into Jenna's captive mouth. I loosened my hold on Jenna's head and she fell backward a little, causing my next spurt of cum to land directly on her face. As I came, more and more spurts splattered her cheeks, her nose, her lips, her hair. She was drenched in my white sperm.
A moment later I let go completely and Jenna collapsed onto the bare floor, completely spent. Cum dribbled from her mouth and dripped onto her exposed tits. A couple of white pearly droplets hit the tile floor. She looked up at me with a cum-splattered face. Her mouth lolled open in a dazed expression. She could barely even focus her eyes. Submissively, she reached up and stroked the length of my softening cock, the source of her pleasure.
"Good girl," I whispered, and patted my little sexdoll on the head. Jenna responded by gratefully kissing the tip of my cock.
I reached down to Jenna's flawless cantaloupe-sized tits and scooped up a bit of cum on one finger, then fed it into Jenna's mouth. Her lips pursed around my finger, and she smiled at the taste even as her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment before she closed her eyelids in ecstasy. The corners of her mouth curled upward in a smile while she continued to suck the baby batter off of my finger.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," I chirped cheerily toward the next room.
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DADDY HORSECOCK CH. 04
Gullible mom is clueless about me and my busty stepdaughter.
Shortly after Mary got home the next day she took her medications, the eclectic mix of vitamins and herbs, hormonal supplements and prescription medications designed to reverse the fact that her body had betrayed her by plunging her into menopause at the young age of 37. Knowing beforehand that the side effects included temporary extreme dilution of her eye pupils and difficulty focusing her eyes, she and I went around the house turning off the lights and closing the drapes. Within a half hour of taking the meds, she expected to be nearly blind for the following two hours, and it was important to save her eyes from the strain of what, under other circumstances, would be normal ambient light. Reaching into her purse, she showed me a new purchase she'd made on a shopping trip during her lunch hour: an eye mask meant to cover her eyes while they went through the two-hour phase of hyper sensitivity.
"You know," Mary said, "we could make this kind of fun."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"Let's send Jenna out for take-away, or tell her to go to the library to study," she said. "You and I can mess around for a bit."
Within a few minutes, we had bundled Jenna off to the Chinese restaurant. I went to the kitchen and poured Mary and me a couple of glasses of bourbon on the rocks. Then I returned to the bedroom and handed Mary her glass.
We clinked glasses. To my surprise, Mary downed her drink in a couple of gulps. When I looked at her and raised my eyes questioningly, she said, "In a few minutes, I won't be able to see well enough to even find my glass on the table. I figure I might was well drink it all at once."
I smiled and shrugged. Then I turned my attention to her body.
I started by adjusting the eye mask. "How's it feel?" I asked. "Is it snug?"
She nodded.
I lit a match and held it before her eyes, gradually moving it from one side of her head to the other. "How many fingers am I holding up?" I asked her.
"Uh, . . . forty-three?" she answered, laughing.
"It's perfect. Now lie down."
For the next several minutes, I catered to my wife in our bedroom, cast into near darkness by the closed windows and drapes. The only light in the room was what came through a few slits in the curtains, plus the ambient light that made it through the curtain cloth itself. I sat beside her, my feet on the floor while I twisted toward her to massage her as she lay beside me. First I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt, teasing her by gently pulling the clothes away from her body as if I were unwrapping a present. Then I began a sensuous massage.
"Lick my nipples, Danny," she said. "You know how much I like that."
"All in good time," I cooed. Hearing a nearly inaudible click from the area around the front door, I looked up to see Jenna tiptoeing toward our open bedroom door. I brought my finger up to my lips and made a shushing gesture.
Jenna nodded, grinning. Still standing in the doorway, she began stripping off her clothes.
Up to this point, I had merely been massaging my wife and tickling her breasts. Now Jenna joined us, kneeling beside me facing the bed.
Mary's head shivered slightly and her mouth dropped open slackly for a moment, then went back to normal, as if she had suffered a wave of dizziness. "Oh, God, Danny - did you put something in that drink?" she asked.
"Of course not," I answered.
"Maybe it's the alcohol interacting with all the medication I'm taking. I feel as if I'd had several shots of whisky. It's hitting me all at once."
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm . . . I'm fine. Just woozy. Actually, I'm feeling looser and looser. Touch me, Danny."
I began kneading my wife's DD knockers. Jenna put her hands atop mine and guided my hands as I caressed her mother's body.
"Ooh, Danny!" my wife moaned.
"Call me 'Daddy'," I told her.
Mary giggled drunkenly. "'Daddy Horsecock'?" she asked.
"Yeah. Daddy Horsecock."
"I can hardly believe Jenna called you that!" she said, laughing as I sat beside her on the bed and began gently pinching her nipples. "She's such a sweet girl - and so naive! I guess going to a fancy school in another country meant that she never heard words like 'cock', much less 'horsecock'."
Jenna and I exchanged glances. Jenna put a hand over her mouth to keep from snickering.
"She's just a sweet little girl," I said. I brought my hand up to the back of Jenna's neck and pulled her face down toward her mother's breast. Jenna began nibbling her mother's big tits.
"OH!" Mary cried. "Yes, Danny, yes! Keep doing that, Daddy Horsecock!" Then, returning to our conversation, she continued, "Jenna doesn't know what she's saying when she calls you Daddy Horsecock. She doesn't have any idea how true it is - what a meaty cock you've got!"
I tugged gently on Jenna's hair to get her mouth off of her mother's breast so I could talk and maintain the illusion that I was alone in the room with Mary. "I love it when you both call me Daddy Horsecock."
"It IS fun when busty little Jenna calls you Horsecock, isn't it?" she asked.
"'Busty'?" I asked, feigning innocence. Jenna moved to kneel between my legs. She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
"You haven't noticed my daughter's breasts?"
"I guess I've simply thought of Jenna the same way you do - as your little girl," I lied. My hands continued to knead my wife's big tits.
Jenna, crouched on the floor alongside the bed and jacking my cock, barely held herself back from laughing. I made sure she stayed quiet by grabbing her by the hair and pulling her mouth down to my crotch. She began sucking.
"You really haven't noticed?" Mary asked. "Danny, her breasts are even bigger than mine!"
Jenna responded to her mother's words by standing up. Grinning evilly, she cupped her bare tits with both hands and shook them in front of me.
"She's just a little girl, Mary," I said. "I don't even notice her breasts." Even as I said it, I couldn't keep my eyes off my stepdaughter's breathtaking rack.
Jenna looked me in the eye and mouthed the words, "Fuck me." She bounced her huge breasts up and down in her tiny little hands. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she mouthed.
"She's a perfect little girl," I said to her mother.
"You're right that she's innocent, but one of these days she's going to learn the facts of life. And with her figure, I worry that she might get in trouble."
"You really think so? Maybe you should sit down with her. Teach her some things."
"Oh God," Mary said. "The birds and the bees. Every parent's nightmare. But maybe you could join me. We'd make it a 'Show and Tell' version." She giggled drunkenly.
"What would you 'Show' her?" I asked. My hand drifted down and began playing with the folds of my wife's clit.
"I'd . . . Oh! Oh God!! . . . I'd . . . I'd unzip your pants. . . . Keep playing with my pussy, Daddy!"
"Right in front of her?" I asked. "You'd pull out my cock right in front of her?"
"Ooh! Yes! I'd pull it out - pull out your big hard monster cock - oh God, Daddy, you're driving me crazy! I'd let her see how long and thick you are!"
"So that's the 'Show' part. And what would you 'Tell' her?" My fingers found Mary's clit and I began tickling it gently. Meanwhile, Jenna, knelt between my legs. She held my cock in her hands, licking up and down the length of my shaft.
"I'd hold your big horsecock in front of her and say, 'Darling, this is your Daddy's cock. It's made for giving and receiving pleasure. It's made for busty little girls."
"And would you . . ."
"I'd tell her to kiss it!" Mary blurted, interrupting me. "Oh god, Daddy! Keep touching my clit! I'd tell her to kiss the tip to let your new Daddy know how much you cherish him and appreciate being allowed to see and touch his horsecock!"
Jenna responded by following her mother's "instructions". She tenderly grasped the base of my long cock and reverently kissed the tip of my head. Then, with her smiling lips still kissing my cock, she stopped.
She was waiting to be told what to do next.
"What then?" I asked. My finger started pumping in and out of my horny, blindfolded wife. Her ass began undulating and humping up and down in response to my finger fucking.
"Uh! Uh! I'd tell her to . . . Oh, YES! . . . I'd tell her to stroke her Daddy's Horsecock up and down! I'd tell her that she needed to memorize every inch of Daddy's Horsecock!"
Jenna began lovingly stroking my the entire length of my shaft, tenderly stroking it as if she were caressing a work of art. "Memorize it?" I asked.
"So she could dream about it! The way I dream about your cock! When you're out of town - even when you're lying next to me in bed - I dream about your long cock, pounding me over and over! Jenna needs to learn to dream about your dick the same way I dream about it!"
Jenna silently nodded her head in agreement, then planted another loving kiss on the tip of my cock.
"And then what?"
"Hee hee hee!" Mary's pelvis was bucking up and down on the mattress in synch with my fingers invading her pussy over and over. "I'd tell my little girl to suck her Daddy's Horsecock like a tasty lollipop! The biggest, most delicious lollipop she'll ever put in her mouth!"
Jenna began dutifully sucking me, just as her mother instructed.
"Little girls DO like their candy, don't they?" I said soothingly. One hand continued to play with my wife's clitoris, while the other roamed all over her tummy and her big tits. "But I guess whatever Jenna needs, her sister Evie will need as well. Should I show Evie how to suck Daddy, too?"
"Yesss!" she slurred. Her head lolled from side to side. "Teach them both! Make them suck you! Your cock is so big they can both pump you at once! You need to teach them to suck your long, fat lollipop into their hungry little girl mouths! You need to teach them to take turns sucking you! Teach them how to please their Daddy! Teach them to obey Daddy's cock!"
"I'll teach them," I told her. "I'll teach them everything about my cock. Just like you want me to."
I took my hand away from Mary's tits for a moment, and put my palm instead on the back of her daughter's head. I jammed Jenna's head farther down on my cock. Then, grabbing a fistful of hair, I began to pull and push my stepdaughter's head up and down. "You know," I said calmly, "Jenna's right here. She's ready to do anything you tell her."
"Oh God! What a fantasy!" Mary screamed. Her pelvis was bucking up and down more frantically than ever.
"What would you tell Jenna right now?"
"I'd tell her to suck!" Lost in a fog of medications and booze and temporary blindness, Mary seemed to be in another world: both drunk beyond normal, and in a sort of suggestive stupor, ready to be swept along by whatever I said. "My daughter needs to suck Daddy!" she continued. "She needs to kneel between his legs and suck his big, hard cock!"
"You want her to worship my cock?"
"Yesss!" she slurred, completely dazed. Her blindfolded head lolled back and forth on the pillow. "Worship Daddy's horsecock. Worship Daddy's big thick fuckstick. It's so big!! So sweet! So full of cum!"
With my hand gripping Jenna's hair I continued to force her mouth relentlessly up and down on my shaft. Jenna was helpless. "You want me to fuck your daughter, don't you?" I asked.
"Yesss!" she said, adrift in a horny dream state. Her blindfold made her look even more lost in the craziness of the stuff I was suggesting to her.
"In fact, you want me to fuck both of your twin daughters."
"Yessss! Teach them both!"
"In that case," I said as I pumped my rod forcefully into Jenna's submissive mouth, using my handhold in her hair to guide her, "I think it's time I fucked you, Jenna!"
I roughly pulled Jenna's mouth off my cock. She fell backward onto the plush carpet. Her black hair was so tangled from my having grabbed it that it now fell over her eyes, almost covering them completely. Combined with the dimness of the room and her lack of clothes, she had a strangely anonymous look. Her mouth was still agape, her eyes were covered by her hair, and her legs were splayed open. She looked like a mindless fucktoy lying on the floor awaiting my pleasure.
Thinking that I was going to fuck her right there alongside her mother, Jenna immediately spread her legs open to receive me.
But I had other things in mind. Instead, I turned my torso on the bed and positioned myself between my wife's legs. When the tip of my cock touched Mary's pussy, I asked her, "Are you ready to get fucked, Jenna?"
The real Jenna, lying in disarray on the carpet a couple of feet away, pouted in frustration, but I merely smirked at her and shook my head. I mouthed the words, "Not today" to her. Jenna glared at me in response.
Mary, still blindfolded and unaware of the other drama happening beside her, moaned. "Yesss. Give it to me, Daddy. Teach your busty little stepdaughter how to get fucked by a huge horsecock! Fuck me, Daddy!"
"I'm fucking you, Jenna!!" I screamed as I rammed my cock into my wife.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Daddy!!"
While I pounded my cock in and out of my wife, I looked over to see Jenna still lying prostrate on the ground, watching me and frigging herself frantically. "I'm gonna fuck you every day, Jenna," I told them.
"Yes! Every day!" my wife screamed. Jenna mouthed the words as well, silently. Her eyes blinked rapidly and her irises rolled upwards in their sockets as she orgasmed.
"I'm gonna fuck your sister, too," I told them.
"YES! FUCK US ALL, DADDY!"
With my cock buried to the hilt in my horny, suggestible and dazed wife, I finally couldn't hold back any more. Just as I felt myself losing control, I pulled my cock out. Suddenly released from my wife's wet sheath, my rod flew upward and began spewing cum onto my wife's stomach and tits.
"Daddeeee!" she screamed.
I scooped up a dollop of sperm with one finger, then held it out to Jenna. Dutifully, she sat up and licked my finger with an outstretched tongue. Then I brought the spermy finger to her mother's mouth and thrust it between Mary's lips. "Taste Daddy's cream," I instructed her. Mary slurped up my cum, oblivious of the fact that she was sharing it with her daughter.
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Jenna and I continued to share the bathroom every morning. At first, Jenna would barge in while I was in the shower, but we soon moved past that. After I started spanking the shit out of Jenna every afternoon, after I started ramming my cock down her throat while we waited for her mother to get home from work, the morning showers changed.
Most mornings, I wore my bathrobe, its sash tied around my waist, as I walked down the hall towards the main bathroom. Within less than a minute of my closing the door behind me, Jenna would prance in. Usually, she wore her typical sleep wear, by then consisting of one of my old t-shirts. They were generally large on her young frame, coming down below her ass, but were nevertheless pretty tight against her prodigious bust.
After a few weeks of living in our household, Jenna bought some more attractive nighties. Most were gauzy, see-through slips that barely came down to her ass and mainly served to display her impressive tits. She also started waiting in the hallway beside the bathroom door, or even outside Mary's and my bedroom door. Once I appeared, she tenderly took my hand and we walked together to take our morning shower together.
Mary usually got up before me, so she was already in the kitchen by the time Jenna greeted me in the hallway. Often, Mary wandered into the hallway when she heard me opening the bedroom door, intending to inform me of what we were having for breakfast, or just to give a cheery greeting.
"Isn't that sweet!" she said the first time she saw Jenna waiting for me outside the bathroom door. "Jenna, aren't you going to give your Daddy a 'Good Morning' kiss?"
Jenna looked at her mother and gave her a smile that, I swear, made me wonder whether she was the product of some kind of Rosemary's Baby ritual birth of Satanic children. But her mother, as usual, was oblivious to the not-so-hidden meaning of Jenna's facial expressions.
"If you say so, Mom," Jenna chirped. She turned to me and, reaching up around my neck, pulled my face down to her lips. We kissed in front of her mother, but with no tongue action other than my lightly teasing Jenna's lip with the tip of my tongue, an action that was too subtle for Mary to see from several feet away. Then Jenna said, "Daddy and I are going to take a while in the shower, Mom. Can you hold off a few minutes on breakfast?"
After that, it became a regular thing for Jenna stand on tiptoes, wrap her hands around my neck and kiss me good morning in front of her mother. As the weeks went on, and the oversized t-shirts gave way to sexy baby-doll nighties, Jenna made a point of kissing me in my bedroom doorway, then walking beside me, hand-in-hand, toward the bathroom, flaunting our growing intimacy in front of her mother.
Once or twice, I saw Mary's eyes go wide as she saw the two of us walking together toward our bathroom tryst: when I glanced down, I saw that the sash on my bathrobe had loosened, and my swelling cock was exposed, swinging back and forth as Jenna and I walked toward our morning shower. But Mary didn't say anything, evidently thinking that it was an accident, and that Jenna didn't see anything anyway.
There was one particular morning that sticks in my mind - the morning I finally fucked Jenna.
Before I left my bedroom that morning, I fastened my bathrobe sash in only a slipshod manner. My cock swelled with anticipation, getting bigger at each step as I walked hand in hand with Jenna toward our bathroom lovemaking. The tent my cock made in the loose folds of the bathrobe swung freely from side to side with each step I took.
I loved watching my lovely naive wife Mary standing in the doorway to the kitchen, holding a mixing bowl and staring, mouth open and gob smacked, at Jenna and me as we walked hand in hand toward the bathroom. To anyone but my trusting, gullible wife, we were quite a spectacle: me with my hard cock swinging in and out from behind the bathrobe folds, and Jenna holding my hand while dressed in a sexy yellow see-through baby doll nightie with no bra and no panties. When Jenna turned to open the bathroom door, I stood behind her, my hard cock sticking out obscenely and making an obvious tent in my robe. The tip of my cock was only centimeters from my stepdaughter's ass. My wife watched us in profile as I patted the top of Jenna's head as she turned the door knob.
I turned and smiled to Mary, wiggling my fingers in a cutesy little wave. At the same time, I stepped forward ever so slightly, so that the tip of my cock, only barely concealed by my bathrobe, poked against Jenna's fine ass.
"Wave good morning to your mother," I instructed Jenna.
Jenna turned toward her mother and smiled. I stepped behind her, lodging my hardon in the crack of my stepdaughter's ass. As we both waved good morning to my wife, I snaked one arm around Jenna's waist and pulled her body backwards onto my hard rod. I bent my down and kissed Jenna on the top of the head, then looked up and smiled again at my clueless wife. Then Jenna and I entered the bathroom together.
I turned on the shower. While we waited for the water to heat up, Jenna and I started undressing each other.
"Kiss Daddy good morning," I instructed her.
Jenna gave me an evil smile. "Yes, Daddy." She obediently got down on her knees and kissed the tip of my cock.
"This is where you belong, isn't it, you little bitch?" I asked her.
"Yes, Daddy." She kissed the tip again.
"On your fucking knees."
"Yes, Daddy." She gave my cock another kiss.
"Worshiping your stepdaddy's horsecock."
Jenna smiled from ear to ear. "Yes, Daddy." Another kiss. "Yes Daddy." Still another kiss. "Yes, Daddy." She began smothering my rod with little kisses.
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"Now suck my cock, you little bitch."
"Fuck yeah, Daddy." Jenna's mouth plunged deep onto my cock, swallowing the head. She began choking on the thickness filling her mouth.
The sound of her gagging was music to my ears.
I gestured for my stepdaughter to stand up. "I've got a special treat for you this morning," I told her.
"What is it?"
We entered the shower and I turned on the hot water spray. "Turn around, close your eyes and put your palms against the tile wall," I told her.
Jenna giggled. "What are you gonna do - frisk me?" she asked.
"Something like that."
Smirking, Jenna put her palms against the wall of the shower stall and obediently spread her legs. "How's this, Daddy?" she asked.
"Perfect," I said. I reached around Jenna's torso and began playing with her breasts. "You know, Jenna, I got a message from the medical clinic yesterday." One of my hands slid down to her ass, glistening in the wet shower, while my other hand grabbed my cock.
"And . . .?"
"And they said it was safe to do . . . this!" I bent my knees to accommodate how short Jenna was compared to me and lined up my cock to her pussy. Then I pushed my cock head up to the entrance to her pussy.
"OH! Oh yeah, Daddy! It's about time! Put it in me and pound my ass!"
"Is this what you want?" I teased. The head of my cock was barely entering her lips. Water was splashing on our bodies, giving us both a wet sheen.
"You know it is!"
"Then call my name. Loud enough for your mother to hear. Scream out to your mother what you want from me."
"HORSECOCK!" she screamed. "I WANT HORSECOCK!"
I pushed my cock in several inches. The force of my thrust lifted little Jenna off the ground, so that the tips of her toes were dancing on the bathroom tiles.
"UH!" she screamed. "OH GOD, DADDY!"
I grabbed her hips and began lifting her pliant little body up and down on my hard rod.
Just then, a knock sounded at the bathroom door. "Is everything okay in there?" asked Mary from the other side of the door.
I paused only a millisecond in my pounding Mary's daughter. "It's fine, Mary," I answered. "Jenna stubbed her toe against the sink and she called out for help."
"Are you okay, Jenna?" her mother called. "Is Daddy Horsecock taking care of you?"
Jenna turned her head toward me, her long black hair, wet from the shower, hung in tangles that partially covered her face. She had a wide open smile on her face and she was laughing silently, even while gasping with each thrust. "Oh yeah, Mom. Daddy's the best!" She gave a sharp intake of breath again as I thrust even harder. "He's such a HORSECOCK!"
I gripped Jenna's hips and pumped furiously. I was immensely turned on by my wife's presence only a few feet away. Jenna braced her hands against a towel rack attached to the tile wall as I lifted her completely off the ground. Jenna responded by wrapping her legs around my ass. "I'm so glad you married such a big, strong Horsecock, Mommy!" she screamed. "Daddy's so good! Daddy's so fucking good!"
"What's Daddy doing, sweetheart?" Mary asked.
I pulled my cock out of Jenna and let her put her feet back down on the ground for a moment. Then I spun her around, cupped her ass cheeks from behind and hoisted her up with her back flat against the tiles of the bathroom wall. Jenna put her arms around my neck and I began slamming my cock into her as deep as I could.
"Daddy's massaging me, Mom! He's touching me right where I need it most!"
"Thank you, Horsecock," Mary said sweetly. "I know I can always count on you."
"I'll take good care of Jenna, honey," I said as I pounded her daughter relentlessly. "Why don't you go back to fixing us breakfast? What with Jenna's hurt foot, I think the hot water might be good to keep down any possible swelling. We're going to take extra long in the shower today, aren't we, Jenna?"
"Oh, yeah, Daddy! I need this so bad!" Jenna kissed me violently, her tongue thrusting into my mouth in an intense soul kiss. Our bodies molded together into one feverish animal as she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips and ass. I humped her desperately, slamming her back against the wall over and over. The shower water poured down on both our hot bodies.
"Alright then, sweetie," said Mary. "I'll let the two of you get back to it." I heard Mary's footsteps fade in the hall as she went back to the kitchen.
"Oh God, Daddy," Jenna whispered to me as her mother walked away. "I love the fact that my mother is so fucking stupid! Promise me one day you'll fuck me right in front of her!"
In response I pounded her harder.
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GETTING TO KNOW MY NEW STEPDAUGHTER
Daddy meets his busty stepdaughter for the first time.
When I first married my wife a couple of years ago, I honestly had no idea that she had twin daughters from her first marriage. Hell, until a few weeks before the wedding I had no idea she'd even been married before - the subject just hadn't come up. I later learned that shortly after her divorce ten years earlier, her ex-husband got a job offer in Indonesia. Given the housing and private school perks that came with the job, both parents agreed that their daughters would be better off living abroad with their father. After that, the exorbitant cost and hassle of sending two girls half way around the world to see their mother made it practically impossible for them to visit each other. Over the last ten years, my wife Mary had barely seen the girls, who were now nineteen. Mary still unconsciously thought of her girls the way she had last known them: as little nine year olds, perky and innocent. It turned out they were the opposite: horny, busty little sexpots who loved to fuck their stepfather right under their mother's nose.
Now that they were college age, Jenna and Evie were coming to the US for college. The plan was that they would live with Mary for the first time in over a decade while they attended their freshman year together at the local state university. My weird experience with the incredibly sexy but obnoxious Jenna, who arrived first, is a story in itself, but I imagine I'll get to that some other time. For now, this story is all about Evie.
Like I said, Jenna had arrived first, and she was already well into her first semester at college. But right after Thanksgiving, her school had a week-long break, so Mary decided to use accumulated vacation time to take her to New York. The idea, Mary explained to me, was that Evie was scheduled to arrive a week later, so this would be a once-only opportunity for Mary and Jenna to spend several days together before the other daughter would join the household. Mary planned to blow a wad of money on her daughter, taking her on shopping trips, seeing the five millionth revival of "Cats" on Broadway, and so on.
What they didn't count on was Evie's changed travel plans. The girls' father had the sort of job that would only classify him as a mid-level manager in the States, but in a provincial town in Indonesia he looked like a bigwig. So he called a few people and pulled a few strings and presto! Evie found herself upgraded to first class, with free champagne on the flight. The only wrinkle was that her flight got forwarded by several days.
By the time all this happened, Jenna and her mother were literally in the air en route to New York. When they landed at LaGuardia and found out, we did a quick consultation by phone. Given that so many plans and reservations had been made, the most sensible thing was for Mary and Jenna to continue their trip as planned. I would greet Evie on my own and take care of her for the extra few days.
Despite myself, I was expecting a carbon copy of Jenna to get off the plane. After all, they were identical twins. Of course, I knew that Jenna had been dyeing her hair black for several years, while Evie had maintained her natural blonde coloring. But despite knowing better, I was slightly thrown off when a busty little blonde with pale grey eyes, rather than a busty little raven haired beauty, walked up to me at the baggage claim.
But that wasn't the only thing that threw me off kilter. The first thing that drew my eyes to Evie was the fact that the heads of nearly every male and a lot of the females in the terminal swivelled as if they were on pivots when she approached.
She was stunning and sexy as hell. And she was dressed in what seemed like a parody of a pornstar's schoolgirl outfit: a tiny green plaited plaid skirt that started at the lower end of her hips and barely made it to her thighs. White knee socks drew even more attention to her perfect legs, and nose-bleed high heels clicked with each step on the tile floor of the terminal. A white blouse that seemed two sizes too small for her prodigious 32F bust covered what were clearly braless tits. And all of that package was topped off with long blonde braids that came down below her shoulders, and several bangles on one wrist that jingled as she walked, drawing even more attention to her as she approached. To the limited extent that I was able to draw my eyes away from the sexy spectacle of watching her sashay across the terminal, I could see that practically every male within sight was watching her. Several men's mouths literally dropped open in awe.
She walked straight up to me and stood before me, smiling girlishly with her eyes glued to mine. More than a head shorter than me despite wearing four inch high heels, she looked up into my face and said in a high pitched, sweet voice, "Hi, I'm Evie. Are you my new Daddy?"
My cock immediately got as hard as a rock. The words she uttered were almost verbatim the same as what her sister had said when we first met several weeks earlier. But whereas Jenna's question had been loaded with sarcasm and innuendo, Evie seemed totally innocent, even child-like, as if she were seeking a father figure here in the airport and expected me to take her voluptuous little body into my arms as her new Daddy.
Fully aware that what I really wanted to do was grab this little pixie and fuck her standing up in front of the hundreds of airline passengers and their families, I instead controlled myself by reaching out with both hands so that she took both my hands, maintaining a proper distance between our two bodies. "Yes, I'm Danny. I'm sorry your mother and sister weren't able to greet you. It's wonderful to meet you. Do you have much luggage?"
It turned out that she had no luggage at all. Every possession she had was in her purse. As she explained to me on the drive back from the airport, one of her father's office assistants had taken charge of packing her stuff for the move to the United States. Inexperienced at such a task, however, he had simply packed up all her belongings and clothes and shipped them ahead to America. He'd left a lot of stuff behind, sure, but when it came to clothing all that remained was a few bags of old school uniforms and other clothes that she'd long ago outgrown and had set aside to be given to charity. The schoolgirl outfit - clearly too small for her large bust and her sexy hips - that I saw her in and which had created such a sensation, was the best-fitting clothing that she could muster for the 23 hour plane journey from rural Indonesia to our town in the middle of North America. When she explained that she hadn't even had a bra that fit or panties to wear on the trip, I glanced across the car to her bare thighs on the seat beside me and my cock got even harder.
"So your clothes, your possessions. . .?" I asked.
"Maybe they'll arrive tomorrow. Maybe a few weeks. Maybe next year," she said. When she shrugged, expressing her uncertainty and frustration, her tits wobbled enticingly.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take care of you," I said. "Maybe you and I can go shopping later and get you some things to wear."
"Thank you, Daddy." In gratitude, she reached over the stick shift and put her hand on my thigh, perilously close to my erect cock. "You have no idea how uncomfortable it was flying all this way wearing only this little outfit! It was so chilly! And everyone was staring at me!"
I'll bet they were, I thought to myself. Meanwhile, her hand had not left my thigh. She began caressing my leg.
"Did anyone bother you on the trip?" I asked.
"Welllll," she drawled. "There were a couple of times during layovers, when I thought there were guys following me in the airport. But they were really friendly! Men bought me drinks between flights, and lots of guys offered to sit beside me while I waited for planes. One guy treated me to a meal."
Jesus, I thought to myself. It was no wonder that random men were coming on to her at the various airports, dressed in that outfit, with her big tits practically bursting through that little white blouse and her skirt riding up on her thighs every time she shifted in her seat. I looked again at her hand resting on my thigh, then at her fantastic rack straining against the buttons of her blouse, and finally back at her smiling, eager face and blonde pigtails. What a package! Innocent and slutty looking at the same time, and so busty it was a miracle that the buttons on her blouse were still intact.
Then she changed the subject. "You don't mind my calling you 'Daddy', do you? My father back in Indonesia mentioned that Jenna said that's what you wanted to be called. I wasn't sure whether that was right, though: it seems fine to me, but my Dad didn't seem very happy about it. Anyway, is that what you want?"
"Actually, it was Jenna's idea to call me 'Daddy'," I said, glossing over a weird conflict Jenna and I'd had over the name. "And I think I'd like it very much if you did the same."
"Okay, Daddy," she said, then giggled. Her high pitched, girlish titter made me want to pull the car over to the curb and grab her incredible body. "Daddy! Daddio! Dadderoonie! Big Daddy! Hee hee hee! Daddy Daddy Daddy!" Her hand squeezed my thigh, then bent toward me and kissed me on the cheek. I responded by draping my arm over her shoulder to pull her toward me.
"Good girl," I said.
She draped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek again.
By this time, we were pulling into the driveway of our house.
Evie was quickly distracted by her first chance to see the home she would be living in, and equally excited to see the room that she and her sister would be sharing. "It'll be kinda strange," she admitted when she saw the two beds on either side of the room. "Jenna and I haven't shared a room or even gone to the same school for several years. Our different school schedules mean that we only see each other a couple of weeks every year. Maybe she's told you - we're sort of different girls."
"I'm sure everything will work out fine," I said. I held out my arms to her and she automatically gravitated into my embrace, pushing her lush, busty body against mine. The two girls' bodies were almost identical, yet their personalities couldn't be more dissimilar, I thought to myself. While Jenna often radiated hostility and pseudo world weariness, Evie seemed far more sweet and even somewhat sheltered. One thing was certainly the same, though: both girls had incredible bodies. Supple, slim legs leading up to an unbelievable round ass and wide hips. A flat tummy and small waist, making her incredible 32F rack even more prominent on her 5 foot 2 body. Plus of course there was her gorgeous long blonde hair tied up in braids, accenting slate grey eyes that would draw you to stare at her face forever - if you weren't already distracted by her fuckable body.
"Why don't we sit down together and get acquainted?" I suggested. "Would you like a glass of wine?"
"Gosh! Could I? My Dad lets me drink wine at home sometimes, but in the part of Indonesia where we've been living, it's mostly banned for religious reasons. Plus, I've been living in a Catholic girls' boarding school, so, well, you get what I'm saying?"
"White or red?" I asked.
"White, I guess."
I went to the kitchen, and when I came back to the living room with a bottle and two glasses, Evie was staring at the pictures on the mantle, showing her and her sister, both aged nine, with their mother Mary. "I love this picture," she said as I sat on the couch and laid out the glasses.
To my surprise - and pleasure - Evie sat beside me on the couch and nestled up next to me.
"Hee hee hee!" she tittered as she brought the wine to her lips. "Drinking wine make me feel so grown up!"
"I thought you said your Dad lets you drink at home," I said.
"Wellll," she drawled again. It was evidently an unconscious gesture on her part whenever she admitted something that she was only partly interested in revealing. "Actually, he's only let me drink a couple of times." She took my arm and raised it over her head and onto the back of the couch so that she could snuggle up against me. "You don't mind letting me have some, though, do you, Daddy?" She looked up at me, and when I looked down at her I could see the cavernous cleavage of her large tits straining against the buttons of the tiny white blouse that she wore. "When I was on the plane coming over, the male flight attendant let me drink as much champagne as I wanted. I got so tipsy!"
"And what happened?" I asked. She was laying against me with her back against my side and the back of her head leaning against my shoulder. I used the arm that I had draped over her shoulder to pull her toward me, while my other hand began rubbing the bare skin of her tummy under her blouse.
"Well, luckily, there was a nice man in the seat next to me, and he let me cuddle against him the same way I'm cuddling against you right now. I drank champagne, then I slept in his arms, then I woke and drank some more. I was so cold on the plane in this tiny skirt and blouse! The flight attendant kept smiling and winking and bringing more champagne to me and the man sitting with me! I got so drunk! And the nice man held me so tight and put a blanket over us! He held me and rubbed me all over to keep me warm!"
"He rubbed you ALL over?" I asked.
"Uh huh!" she chirped. "He rubbed my whole body for hours while the plane was dark and the other passengers were sleeping! He really took care of me and made me feel great!"
Holy shit! I thought to myself. I pictured busty little Evie in her tiny schoolgirl outfit, bursting out of her blouse and with her minuscule skirt barely fitting over her bare ass, "cuddling" with a total stranger in a darkened plane. The guy sitting next to her had clearly hit the jackpot.
My cock was as hard as an iron rod.
I brought my hand up from Evie's tummy and began caressing the underside of her big breasts. "He rubbed you like this?" I asked.
"Yes!" she cried. She took another sip of wine and, already inebriated in her youthful inexperience with alcohol, drunkenly allowed a bit to dribble down from the corner of her lip down onto her poor over-stretched white blouse. "And like THIS!" She put her hand over mine and pulled it up so that I was palming her entire boob under the fabric. "Hee hee hee!" she giggled drunkenly. "Oh Daddy! I'm gonna LOVE living here! Cuddle me some more!"
I could hardly believe how fast things were going with this busty little blonde nymph. Evie turned and lay with her back against my side, pressing my hand to her breast. She squirmed and sighed as she nestled against my body. Then she brought the wine glass to her lips and took a big gulp.
I refilled her glass. After putting the bottle back on the coffee table, I sat back on the couch and pulled little Evie back into her position, lying back against me. My hand reached from behind and cupped one of her big tits.
"I'm worried about your blouse," I said. "Those buttons look like they're really strained because of the poor fit. Should we loosen them?"
"Okay, Daddy." She drunkenly fumbled with the buttons, and I helped her undo her blouse. Her delicious tits were now bare for me to fondle.
"I'm so glad you're here," I said. "I can tell I'm gonna love being your Daddy." With my free hand, I unzipped my zipper and started pulling out my cock.
Suddenly Evie stiffened with surprise. "Daddy, what are you doing? Are you pulling out your thingie?"
Huh? In my head I heard that Zzzt! sound effect that you used to hear when the needle skipped on an old LP player - back when people played records, that is - and that you now hear in rom-coms when something jarring and ridiculous happens.
"My 'thingie'?" I asked. I was truly perplexed. How could this little sexpot, who had just spent an entire night on a trans-Pacific plane ride getting familiar with a total stranger, suddenly claim to be an innocent waif who called my cock a "thingie"?
"I've never touched a man's . . . puh-penis . . . before. In the Catholic girls' boarding school we used to talk about men and their - their - you know. We even used to play-act sometimes. But I never. . . ."
"What about last night on the plane?"
"The man tried to pull his thingie out but I told him not to. And he was really nice about it for the rest of the night, though he did have to go to the men's room for a long time after we'd been playing for a few hours." Probably to jack off and get rid of his blue balls, I thought to myself.
"You're not scared by me, are you Evie?" I asked.
"No, Daddy, I could never be scared by YOU. But I am a little, I don't know. . . intimidated, I guess. It's so big! Bigger than I expected!"
"Well," I said, "I certainly don't mean to intimidate you. Please let's pretend it didn't happen." I pulled her back onto the couch with her back against me and went back to fondling her big boobs. But I left my hard cock exposed, as if it wasn't important.
Evie took another big gulp of white wine, another sign of her inexperience with alcohol. I refilled her glass.
"You said you 'play acted' sometimes when you were in boarding school?" I asked.
I felt Evie stiffen slightly in my arms. "It's not something I've ever told a grown-up. Even my father or my step-mother. To tell you the truth, I didn't like it very much."
I didn't pause in my caressing her exposed tight little tummy and her luscious tits. "What happened?" I asked.
"Welll . . . There was this girl, Roxanne. She was a year older than the rest of us, and so the nuns put her in charge of our dorm group in my senior year - six of us girls sharing a dorm room."
"All seniors? All eighteen years old?" I asked.
Evie took a heavy gulp of wine. "Uh huh. Anyway, this Roxanne - she liked to be called Rocky - she liked to 'Do Things' with the rest of us girls." The way Evie emphasized her words when she spoke, I could almost hear the air quotes around the words, "Do Things".
"What kind of things?" With Evie lying back against my side, I cupped both of her tits and massaged her incredible soft jugs. In response she moaned softly and leaned back even further, squirming against me like a kitten. Her eyes looked down, mesmerized, at the hard cock sticking out of my pants.
"She, uh, she had a special leather belt that she made in sewing class that hung low on her hips. The belt had a socket in the middle where the buckle would usually go. And into the socket she put a . . . uh . . . she put a carrot. Sticking out from her crotch. And she fucked us with it."
"Wow," I said simply, trying to keep the excitement out of my voice. My cock, which was already hard and poking upright out of my unzipped pants, began to twitch and bob in the air.
Evie looked down at my cock, fascinated. "You're bigger than Rocky's carrot. A LOT bigger." She tentatively reached out and touched the head of my hard cock with the tip of her index finger. "Is it okay if I do this?" she asked.
"It's fine," I said. "I'm your new Daddy. You can touch me all you want. It's safe to explore my cock as much as you need to."
"Thank you, Daddy," she said in a high pitched, girlish voice laced with insecurity and a tentative reaching for reassurance. She took another sip of wine and with her other hand began lightly stroking my shaft with her fingertips.
I kissed the top of her head and lightly pinched both her nipples, inducing a light shudder in my new stepdaughter's delicious body. "So did you like it when Rocky fucked you like that?" I asked.
"I hated it! I hated it, Daddy!" Evie's hand was now stroking the entire length of my shaft up and down. "She forced me and the other girls into it. And I think she picked on me the most because I . . . welll . . . because I had the biggest titties. The other girls in my dorm room watched while she fucked me with that carrot nearly every night!"
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"You poor dear." I cupped both of her tits from below and reveled in the fact that they overflowed my hands. "Have some more wine," I said as I refilled her glass yet again.
What with all the drinks on the plane, and now her gulping down glass after glass of white wine, little Evie was getting blasted. I caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror across the room, and saw her drunkenly staring at my cock as she stroked me up and down. Her mouth shifted from a wide "O" of wonder at the size of my cock to a silly drunken smile as she held my cock in one hand and her wine glass in the other.
Then she caught a look at herself in the mirror and grinned dizzily at the spectacle of herself: her tiny plaid skirt hiked up almost to her crotch, her little white blouse unbuttoned and with her bare tits jiggling in my hands as she stroked my cock with one hand and held her wine glass in the other. When she saw that I was looking at her in the mirror, her giddy grin became even wider. "Hee hee hee!" she giggled. Her eyes crinkled with merriment and she jacked my cock faster for emphasis. Staring into our reflection, she raised her glass in the gesture of a toast, smiling drunkenly and stupidly and stroking all the while. "Here's to you, Daddy! Hee hee hee!" Then she took another drink. She poured a tiny bit of wine onto the tip of my cock and licked up the alcohol off of my cockhead.
"You look beautiful," I said, looking her in the eyes through the mirror. Her eyes were half lidded in her inebriation and growing lust. "You look absolutely perfect in my arms like this."
Her sloppy drunken grin radiated back at me. "My new Daddy," she said. "My first time touching a grown man's cock! It's my new toy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" She pumped my shaft up and down.
"Why didn't you complain to the nuns?" I asked her.
Evie's face took a more serious tone, as serious as she could be, that is, given how drunk she was getting. "I think they already knew. Sometimes I looked over at the window, and I think I saw one of the nuns, Sister Angela, looking in from the darkness outside. She was the one who had put Rocky in charge of our dorm group in the first place. I think Sister Angela liked watching Rocky humiliate us and put her imitation thingie inside me over and over. Certainly Rocky didn't try very hard to hide what she was doing. Sometimes when she was fucking me from behind while I was on my hands and knees, her laughter and screeching echoed up and down the hallways!"
"Fuck!" I said. I put one of my hands on Evie's little wrist and guided her to pump my cock faster.
"That's right," Evie replied. "She fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. Over and over and over, pumping her dildo in and out of my little cunny while I was powerless to stop her. Sometimes she screamed 'Fuck Fuck FUCK!" at the top of her lungs. I'm sure all the nuns heard it."
"And what did the other girls do?" I asked. I bent down and started nibbling on Evie's ear.
"Rocky fucked them too, though not as often as she did me. I think the other girls felt sorry for me sometimes. When Rocky was fucking some other girl, some of my dorm mates would lick my little cunny so that I wouldn't be so sore down there. We all took turns making each other feel better. They all licked me and massaged my boobs while I rested between fucks. That way I would be ready the next time Rocky wanted me on my hands and knees taking her home made strap-on dildo into my little teenage twat."
Still stroking my cock up and down, Evie took a moment to bend forward and kiss my cockhead, barely licking the top with the tip of her tongue. She continued talking, saying, "There was one girl in particular who liked to take care of me. Samantha. Sammie used to lick my clit for a half hour or so, just so that I could relax between fuckings. In exchange, I let her suck on my big tits. While I lay back spread eagled, Sammie and the others sucked my clit and nibbled on my tits. It seemed like it lasted all night."
"So you licked each other . . ."
"Well, mostly THEY licked ME."
". . . They licked you and sucked your tits as preparation before Rocky fucked you with her dildo. Every night Rocky used all of you like a harem, with you as her chief fuck target. In fact, it sounds like you were the focus of all of them, weren't you?"
"I guess so," she said innocently. "I never thought about it that way. It seemed perfectly natural that every night I would lay with my arms and legs outstretched with two girls lying on either side of me. My hands would cradle their heads while they sucked on my big tits and a third girl knelt between my legs and licked my clit."
"Every night?" I asked, incredulous as I pictured the scene in the Catholic dorm room, with six teenage girls in an orgy every evening and busty little Evie at the center of their action for hours at a time, night after night. I pictured Evie naked and floating on a sea of sex, surrounded by other girls licking her and nestled in her arms, sucking her gigantic tits. And of course the ringleader of the sex club fucking her with a home-made strap-on.
"Uh huh."
It was fucking mind boggling. "And the nun stood outside watching through the window?"
"Uh huh," she said sadly. "But I didn't want a girl's pussy. Or Rocky's dildo. They licked me and sucked me and fucked me but they never gave me what I wanted and needed. The whole time they were licking me and sucking me and fucking me I had to fantasize that it was a man doing all those things! I was so sad being alone in a girl's school and being forced to pretend there was a man in the room! I needed a grown up man, Daddy!" She pumped her hand up and down frantically on my aching shaft.
As fantastic as it was receiving a hand job from busty little Evie, she had me so horny that I needed more. Losing all control, I grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her head down to my crotch. "Show me how you licked each other," I ordered her. "Lick my cock the way they licked your pussy!"
Drunk little Evie instinctively opened her mouth for her stepfather's cock. "Yes, Da . . . Mmmph!"
I forcibly pumped her head up and down on my cock. "Is this what you needed?" I asked.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
"You needed the real thing?"
"Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!"
"YOU NEEDED A GROWN UP DADDY COCK?"
Evie began to choke and gag, and I released my hold on the back of her neck, allowing her to come up for air. "YES!!" she cried. "I was forced to have sex over and over with girls, when what I wanted was a cock!" She desperately pumped her hand up and down my rod, faster and faster. "I was scared of men but I WANTED COCK SO MUCH!"
"I'VE GOT THE COCK YOU NEED! SUCK ME!" I bellowed. "SUCK YOUR DADDY!"
"YES, DADDY, YES!" Evie turned and repositioned herself on the couch so that she was on all fours grasping my cock in her delicate little hands, eagerly stuffing the head into her mouth.
"I'm gonna cum," I warned her. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow it all."
"Yes Daddy. I'll be a good girl, Daddy."
With one hand I reached upward and grasped one of her large, pendulous breasts, while with my other hand I pushed her head downward, impaling her mouth deeper on my cock.
Jism exploded from my dick and went straight down her gullet. "Drink it!" I ordered her. "Drink your Daddy's cum tonight and every night from now on! Your mouth belongs to your Daddy!"
I fell back gasping. Evie was overcome, too, and after she gulped down my seed and licked me clean, she settled into my arms and went back to "cuddling".
We lay there like that for another five or ten minutes, with Evie cooing and purring in response to my fondling. But gradually, she said less and less until after a few minutes I noticed her hand holding the wine glass was starting to droop. The long plane ride, the jet lag and the wine were all hitting her. I took the wine glass out of her hand before it fell onto the couch and placed it on the coffee table.
I carried her delectable little body to my bed. When I stepped back from the bed I took a good look at my new stepdaughter. She looked almost identical to her sister, and yet totally different, even asleep. Her blonde hair, still arranged in braids framing both sides of her beautiful face, created an air of sunny, innocent beauty that contrasted totally with the sultry black hair, grey eyes and pale skin of her sister. The unbuttoned white blouse coupled with the tiny plaid schoolgirl uniform and knee-high socks completed the effect of a sexy, girlish prick tease.
I was tempted to fuck her right then and there, but the fact is that she was so deeply asleep that she was almost unconscious. So instead, I simply removed her shoes and socks and draped the covers over her.
Then I joined her in bed and went to sleep.
I didn't mean to seduce Evie in her sleep. Really, I didn't. But her delectable curves were impossible to resist. While I slept, I instinctively gravitated toward her delicious little teenage body and nestled against her, spoon-style, with my hands cupping her big tits and my hard cock wedged in her tight ass. Even in my sleep, her curves were too much to resist, and my sleeping body had instinctively gotten a hard on. My hard cock sought out her ass and cunt. Still half asleep, I was soon dry humping her perfect round ass.
I woke up all the way when I heard her say, "Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?"
My cock got even harder. "Is that what you want, sweetie?"
"I'm scared, Daddy. I've had so many vegetables thrust into my cunt. But your dick is so much bigger than anything the girls used on me in Catholic school. Will it hurt?"
"I'll be gentle. But I'll only put it in if you really want me to. Do you want your Daddy's cock, Evie?"
"Yes."
"Say it, then. Tell me what you want."
"I want my Step Daddy's big grown up dick to come inside me. I want to lose my virginity to my new Daddy. I want you to fill my teenage virgin pussy with your grown up cock. Please, Daddy, will you fuck me and fill me up with cum?"
I responded by immediately thrusting deep into my stepdaughter's pussy.
Evie gasped and arched her back. "Yes!" she cried. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck your new daughter! Teach me to fuck!"
I continued to spoon her and hold her tits from behind while I gently pushed into her over and over, gradually accustoming her virgin pussy to the size of my cock.
"Daddy it's so big!"
I pushed harder.
"Oh Daddy, you're filling me up so much!"
I pushed again.
Oh! Oh! So deep! Deeper than I thought anything could go!"
I grinned and pushed in even deeper.
"Oh god! Oh Daddy! I can't take anymore! Oh fuck, Daddy! You're fucking me so much deeper and harder!"
I began jackhammering into her over and over.
"Uhh! Uhh! Daddy I can't take any more! I can't - oh God, Daddy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your big Daddy dick!"
Evie's arms began clutching at empty air as she tried to hold onto something firm. Her orgasmic shivers became uncontrollable and I felt her pussy walls clench on my hard cock.
As each thrust went slightly deeper than the last, I whispered in her ear, "This is your Daddy's cock. The only cock you want. The only cock you're allowed to have. No other boys in this house, understand?"
"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, grimacing as my cock stretched the walls of her tiny vagina. "No other men. No other cock. Only Daddy."
But then she continued, "But Daddy, I have needs. The girls in my old school - I hated what they did to me, but they gave me sex and orgasms every night. I can't do without it, Daddy. I need so much sex. I need to cum every night or I can't sleep!"
Jesus, what a sexpot, I thought to myself. It was bizarre that someone who spoke as if she were so innocent could also be addicted to sex and frequent orgasms. "I'll take care of you," I reassured her. "Daddy will fuck you and fuck you and fuck you."
"And you'll give me orgasms?" she asked, all the while humping back against my thrusts.
"Every night," I promised. "I'll fuck you and make you cum every night. It's a Daddy's job to take care of his girls."
"Oh, Daddy!" she moaned, and shivered all over. I could feel her cunt muscles tightening on my cock.
Evie was so light that it was easy to manipulate her body whatever way I wanted. I lifted her up and positioned her on her hands and knees so that I could deliver it to her doggy style. Evie's green plaid miniskirt, which she still wore, flew upward revealing her bare rump. "Is this what that bitch in Catholic school did to you?" I growled.
"Yes! But she couldn't go as deep as you, Daddy! Oh God, you're so big! You're splitting my little cunt in two!"
I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in and out on my cock. "Take it! Take it! Take it!" I bellowed.
"Yes! Oh God Yes! My whole body! My pussy! My tits! My mouth! They belong to Daddy!"
I grabbed her blonde pigtails from behind and pulled, making her arch her back and rear her head upwards. "I own you!" I cried.
"Yes! Yes! YES!!"
With my sexy teen stepdaughter's utter submission to my cock I totally lost control. I reached around from behind, pushing her unbuttoned blouse out of the way, and grabbed both her huge tits, pulling her up into a kneeling position with her back arched and her arms dangling at her sides. I pulled her in and out on my cock, violently thrusting back and forth as I bellowed out my orgasm. "Aaagh!" Sperm pumped from my cock. Evie, too, lost control of herself and began flopping in ecstasy, her body totally under my control.
Moments later, we both collapsed in exhaustion back onto the bed. My cock was still embedded in her pussy, but when I tried to pull out she whispered, "No, Daddy. Please. Leave it there. I want to feel you inside me as I go back to sleep."
We slept that way for the next several hours, spooning tenderly. My softened cock remained in her vagina, and in my sleep I nuzzled against the back of her neck, kissing her gently while my hands roamed all over her curvy little body: her lush breasts, her tiny waist and her gently flaring hips, as well as the soft, downy hairs of her pussy.
That was the sight that Mary found when she walked into our bedroom the next morning.
"Surprise!" She said brightly as she entered our bedroom. "I changed flights and came back two days early!" One hand held the handle of a rolling suitcase, while the other hand held her purse and a couple of shopping bags with New York department store logos on the sides of the bags. The sound of her dropping the shopping bags on the hardwood floors hit my ears like the shot of a cannon.
My eyes flew open. My first impulse was to jump up and start babbling about how "This isn't what it seems, honey." My second impulse was to do exactly the opposite - to somehow shrink like that guy in the superhero movie and completely disappear behind the supine form of my stepdaughter, who was still dressed in her crazy schoolgirl outfit but with the buttons of her blouse completely open. Caught between these two diametrically opposite courses of action, I accidentally fell back on what turned out to be the only sensible course of action: I did nothing.
Despite the fact that I barely moved a muscle, my cock betrayed me. Still imbedded in Evie, I could feel it start to engorge and grow. It seemed like the very insanity and danger of the situation was a sort of aphrodisiac. In my mind I cursed my cock and ordered it to go down, but it wasn't listening to me.
Evie, incredibly, acted as if nothing was going on. "Hi, Mom!" she chirped. "Look at me! I'm sleeping with my new Daddy!"
"So I see," said Mary, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I loved Mary to pieces, but it was absolutely bizarre that she treated both her daughters, whose teen years she had missed while they grew up abroad, as if they were still nine years old. She seemed incapable of wrapping her head around the fact that they were no longer nine, but nineteen, and that what seemed innocent at one age was the opposite of innocent at the other. With her strange naivete and cluelessness, sometimes, I swear, I wondered if she came from another planet. "Are you all rested after your long trip?"
"Uh huh. Daddy's been so nice to me. He let me drink a glass of wine to welcome me to the new household. Then when I fell asleep from the wine and jet lag, he tucked me into bed and slept next to me! We've been cuddling all night long!"
Against my volition, my cock got even harder, and I could barely refrain from pumping in and out of Evie's tight little cunt. Instead, I almost involuntarily sawed my cock inward and outward as imperceptibly as possible. The sheets didn't even rustle with my small movements. I felt myself trembling with suppressed fear coupled with suppressed lust.
Mary looked at me. "Aren't you sweet!" she said, smiling at me. Then her gaze turned to Evie. Putting down her purse, she lowered herself so that her face was level with Evie's. "Give me a kiss, honey. I'm so glad you're here at last!"
Evie pouted theatrically and said, "Oh Mommy, don't make me get out of bed! It's so chilly, and I'm so sleepy!" She pursed her lips in a parody of childish intransigence and said, "Bend forward and kiss me while I stay here under the covers!"
Mary did so, and I took advantage of both women's movement to push my cock in farther and make a small pump in and out of Evie's tight pussy.
After getting a light peck from her daughter, Mary then said, "Oh, come on! We haven't seen each other in so long and that's the only kiss you want to give me? Why don't I join the two of you under the covers?"
Before I could come up with a reason to object, Evie said, "Sure!" Smiling happily as if there was nothing odd about the situation at all, Evie scooted backward to make room for her mother on the bed, with the effect that she further impaled herself on my cock. My body, barely in control of itself, lurched forward to meet the thrust of her ass against me.
"Hey! No fair!" cried Mary, laughing. "Danny, you need to make room for me, not squeeze tighter against us!"
"Sorry," I said.
Within seconds, Mary had planted herself under the covers on the edge of our bed, with Evie sandwiched in between us.
I was panicking, but Evie was loving it. "Kiss me, Mom!" she said. "Show me how much you missed me!"
Mary kissed her, giving her daughter a gentle peck on the lips.
"Kiss me again!"
"Okay." Another peck on the lips.
"Again! Kiss me again, Mommy!"
"Oh, you scamp!" said Evie. "I remember exactly how you used to demand kiss after kiss when you were nine years old. You're no different today. The only way I could make you stop was to tickle you. You don't want to me to tickle you now, do you?"
Evie giggled. "Kiss me again!"
"Okay, you asked for it!" said Mary. With her hands and arms still over the outside of the covers, she reached down to Evie's waist and began tickling her daughter through the sheet and light blanket that covered all three of us.
"Hee hee hee!" Evie began squirming and bucking under the covers.
As for me, I was going crazy with fear and sexual desire. What made things worse was that my fear actually increased my horniness, so that the more scared I got, the more the blood rushed to my cock, leaving my poor brain cells hungry and confused and even easier prey for my lust.
I used the chaotic movement of the tickle fight to disguise my own actions, thrusting in and out of little Evie's amazing little body. My hands were already cupping her huge tits under the covers, and now I began mashing them, pretending to tickle her while in fact I was fucking her more and more blatantly with every second. With Mary's arms and hands above the covers, she couldn't tell where exactly my hands were.
Evie grabbed her mother by the waist and began tickling her back. "Kiss me, Mommy! Kiss me!" she demanded between giggles. Both women started spasming with the tickling that each was inflicting on the other, while I fucked Evie harder and harder. With my cock impaling her from behind, Evie grabbed her mother and kissed her hard, thrusting her tongue for only a second into her mother's mouth. "Oh Mommy!" she said after the kiss was over, "I love cuddling with you and my new Daddy!"
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"Keep tickling! Keep tickling!" I commanded them both. I was coming close to an orgasm and didn't want the action to stop. With one hand still cupping one of Evie's big breasts, I lowered my other hand to her hip so that I could push and pull her in and out on my boner.
"Oh god, Mom! This is so good! Now it's time for you to kiss Daddy, too!" Evie cupped both hands on her mother's cheeks and drew Mary inward so that she could reach over her daughter and kiss me.
I responded with even more fear of getting caught coupled with even more crazy horniness. I thrust my tongue into my wife's mouth, while one hand moved from Evie's hip to her mother's tight body. I tickled Mary on her tummy for several seconds, then, despite my fear - or, hell, maybe because of it? - moved my hand upward and began cupping one of my wife's tits. "Yes!" I cried. I now held the two of them in a perfect incestuous bond, with my cock inside my stepdaughter, and one hand on my wife's breast and another on my stepdaughter's.
Evie, meanwhile, grabbed her mother's ass under the covers and pulled Mary in toward her. All three of us were suddenly in synch, if only for a moment, and I lost control. With my hands on both their tits and my tongue still inside my wife's mouth, tasting her deliciousness, I began shooting jism into my tight little blonde stepdaughter.
Evie felt my orgasm and threw her head back in triumph and ecstasy. "I love my new Daddy!" she crowed.
Mary smiled at both of us. "Enough tickling," she said brightly. "Who'd like pancakes for breakfast?"
Within seconds, she was gone into the kitchen, leaving Evie and me alone in the bed. Evie turned around and faced me for the first time since her mother had arrived. "Thank you, Daddy," she said gratefully. "Do you mind if I kiss your cock before I get out of bed? Just a little kiss? Pleeeease, Daddy?"
I glanced toward the door to make sure that Mary was nowhere nearby. Then I threw aside the covers, proudly displaying my half-hard cock for my stepdaughter's adoration.
Her eyes lit up as she stared at my rod.
"Just a little kiss, sweetie. Give Daddy's cock a good morning smooch!" I said as I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her face down to my crotch to pay homage to my cock one more time before we both went to the kitchen for the breakfast her mother was fixing us. "Kiss your new Daddy!" I commanded her.
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GETTING TO KNOW MY NEW STEPDAUGHTER CH. 02
Daddy and sweet stepdaughter play while watching TV with Mom.
That night, my new stepdaughter Evie was introduced to her mother's unusual medical problem and the even more unusual medical treatment she was receiving.
"Now it's nothing to get worked up about, honey," Mary explained. "The doctor says this premature menopause problem is probably reversible given the right treatment, and anyway even if it weren't, it's not seriously harmful. I'm in no danger."
"But you're only 37 years old!" exclaimed Evie. "How can you be going through menopause?"
Mary smiled. "If you're looking for a medical explanation, you're asking the wrong person. Even when the doctor explained it to me, I didn't really follow him. The important thing is that I'm treating it, and it shows every sign of reversing itself. But at least for now, I'm having to take a large number of pills: hormones, vitamins, nutritional supplements, you name it. When you see the pile of pills I take every day after work, your eyes will pop out!"
"Mommy, please! Don't joke about it!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just trying to ease the tension. I appreciate your concern, and I think the better of you for it. And I know you'll work with me dealing with the side effects."
"Side . . .?"
"The medication has temporary side effects," I explained, cutting in. Mary looked at me with relief in her eyes, glad that I was stepping in to take some of the burden of the explanation off her shoulders. "Basically, for a couple of hours after your mother takes her medications, her eyes dilate and she has trouble focusing. She becomes so sensitive to light that we have to turn off all the lights and close all the drapes in the house."
"Oh, Mommy!" said Evie. "That sounds terrible! And you're like that all day after taking the meds?"
"No, no. The light sensitivity comes on about twenty minutes after I take my medication, and it only lasts a couple of hours. After that I'm back to normal."
Mary then took her medications - I counted almost twenty pills this time, of all shapes and colors, including spoonfuls of powdered seaweed extracts and liquid fish oils. I spent the next several minutes closing all the curtains and shutting off all the lights. Mary said the light from the TV didn't bother her much, so we put on a football game. That way she could follow the sports announcer's descriptions of the game, even if the picture itself was only a fuzzy blur.
"This is American football?" asked Evie as I chose the station.
"Is there any other kind?" I asked.
"In Indonesia, people use the term football to describe - what is it Americans call it? Soccer? Yeah, that's right. I don't think I've seen an American football game since I left the States at the age of nine."
"Well, come sit next to me on the couch," said Mary. "We'll explain the rules as we watch."
"I'd rather sit with my new Daddy," said Evie, moving toward my seat in an overstuffed armchair. "Do you mind, Mommy? Daddy looks like he has a nice big lap."
"Go right ahead, sweetie," said Mary, smiling. "I'm glad you're becoming attached to your new stepfather."
"I sure am," said Evie, smiling.
Evie came and stood before me. Since it was the only clothing she owned for the time being, she was still wearing her under-sized Catholic schoolgirl outfit with the minuscule green plaited plaid skirt and white knee socks. To preserve the over-strained buttons of her blouse, she had unbuttoned it entirely, then tied the shirt tails together under her huge 32F breasts, leaving her tummy bare. Now, standing before me, she held her elbows straight and clasped her hands demurely at her crotch, which had the effect of pushing her big tits together, accentuating her amazing cleavage. Her long blonde braids went several inches past her shoulders. She lowered her head and, looking submissively into my eyes, she asked, "Do you mind my sitting on your lap, Daddy? I don't weigh much - I'm only a hundred and ten pounds. Pleeease?"
I was grinning from ear to ear as I replied, "I don't mind at all, honey. Come sit on your Daddy." I held out both my arms to her.
Within seconds, Evie had seated herself on my hardening cock. She draped one arm over my shoulder and sat with her legs hanging over one arm of the chair, facing towards her mother. "This is great, Mommy! I really love having a new Daddy!" She wiggled her ass on my lap as if she were settling herself in to her seat, then kissed me on the cheek. We both looked at my wife and smiled at her.
"Is he your Horsecock?" asked Mary, smiling innocently.
"My Ho - Hor . . .?" Evie was wide-eyed with surprise. I could feel her stiffen in my arms.
"You heard me." Mary's innocent, benign expression was so totally at odds with the words coming out of her mouth that I struggled to keep from snickering. "Jenna told me about the slang word that Indonesian girls and wives use to describe their big, strong Daddies - they call them 'Daddy Horsecock'. I guess you didn't think I'd have heard the term, mmh?"
"No, I guess not."
"So is Danny your new Daddy Horsecock?"
"Oh, yeah, Mom," said Evie. She looked into my eyes with a huge smile. It was the first time I had ever seen a glimmer of the sort of evil grin that her sister Jenna habitually displayed. "He's a Horsecock, all right!" She tightened her arm around my shoulder and wiggled her bottom on my lap, then kissed me again on the cheek. Then she kissed me again, all in a display of Daddy-directed affection for her mother's benefit. "Kiss my cheek, Daddy!" she said, raising her hand from my shoulder to the back of my head and pulling my head to her cheek. She beamed at her mother as she stroked the hair on the back of my head while I nuzzled her cheek. "I guess he's your Horsecock, too?" she said sweetly to her mother.
I was in heaven. While Evie talked to her mother, I put one arm around her rib cage and held her tightly. I moved my face slightly so that I could slip my tongue in her ear. In response, Evie squirmed again on my cock, all the while maintaining a happy smile directed at my wife.
"He certainly is!" replied her mother. "It's so wonderful having a Horsecock in the house."
Evie turned to me. "Oh, man, Daddy! This is so great!" She wiggled her ass again, grinding her body into my cock. "HORSECOCK!" she cried. Meanwhile, she continued to twirl her fingers in the hair on the back of my head while gave little feather kisses on her cheek, her ear and her neck.
Her mother, my wife, smiled benignly at us.
At that point the football game started, and Mary and I spent the next several minutes explaining the rules of the game to little Evie.
Even though it was her first experience of football in years, Evie was really interested in the game. When one team made a big play, or the ball was intercepted, Evie bounced up and down on my lap as if it was the most exciting thing in the world. For several minutes, I held her in my arms, with one arm supporting her behind her back and my hand on her bare tummy, while my other arm supported her legs from below. When she began bouncing up and down, I accentuated her moves by lifting her up and down on my crotch as if we were fucking in front of my wife.
Mary smiled at Evie. "I'm so glad you're getting into the spirit of the game," she said.
"I LOVE this game," said Evie.
During the next big play, I shifted Evie's position, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was watching the screen to maximize my access to her body. Keeping my arm below Evie's leg, I pushed the bottom of her skirt out of the way and adjusted her slightly so that my hand could reach up and play with her pussy from below.
From that point on, Evie became even more excited by the game. Even after relatively unimportant plays, she began excitedly bouncing up and down on my dick and on the fingers in her twat.
"Goal! Goal! When are they going to go for a goal?"
"We call it a touchdown, honey," I explained. "And you usually have to build up to it. They have to work the ball all the way down the field play by play."
"Oh, I'm building up to it, Daddy. I'm ready for that touchdown!"
While we spoke, I noticed that Mary's medication side effects seemed to be kicking in. Even though we were sitting in a shuttered room whose only illumination was a television screen, Mary began squinting as if she were trying to shut out a bright light. By the time we entered the game's second quarter, Mary had already put on her extra-dark sunglasses. The juxtaposition of the dark glasses in an already-darkened room made her look almost like a blind woman.
Evie saw the shift in her mother's deteriorating vision. Without saying a word, she used her arms to lift herself slightly off of my lap, allowing me enough space to quietly unzip my pants and push them down from my crotch. Evie lowered herself back on my bare crotch, then reached down and pushed my pants all the way down to my ankles.
Both of us looked over at my wife, who sat in her dark glasses staring blankly at what to her were the indistinct moving shapes on the television. When we both saw that Mary was oblivious to our actions, Evie lifted herself up again. Grasping the base of my cock, Evie carefully lowered herself onto my rod.
We were doing it. We were fucking right in front of my wife.
Evie began slowly. She nuzzled her face into my neck and started kissing and licking my neck and ear, thrusting her tongue inside my ear and whispering softly but urgently, "Fuck me, Daddy! I've never had any cock but yours in my pussy. Fuck your horny little stepdaughter!"
Her big tits felt fantastic pressed against my upper chest and shoulder. With one hand, I reached up to her blouse and untied the shirt tail knot at the base of her rib cage, freeing her lovely tits for my pleasure. I cupped her tits from below and bounced them up and down in my hands. They were so huge on her petite frame!
"Oh, Mommy!" Evie sighed, looking directly into her mother's face as she bounced up and down freely a few feet in front of her nearly-blind mother. "I love my new home!" Her tits - her incredible tits - seemed to have a life of their own, bouncing in and out of synch with Evie's increasingly frantic movements.
"We're so happy to have you, dear," said Mary from behind her dark glasses.
Evie thrust one of her tits into my waiting mouth. She glanced over at the screen, seeing that one team was on the two yard line, just about ready to try a play straight through the middle toward the goal posts. "I'm ready for my touchdown!" She cried. "Gimme a touchdown!"
I bit down on Evie's nipple and she spasmed. Her head flew backward and her back arched. "Give it to me! Gimme that touchdown! Gimme gimme!" she cried. Using my arms I lifted and dropped her over and over onto my aching cock. Her body began flopping uncontrollably.
The sound on the TV increased as the roar of the crowd hit a crescendo.
"Touchdown!" yelled the announcer.
"Touchdown! Touchdown!" cried Evie. Her body shook all over. The muscles in her upper thighs quivered and she threw her head backward, crying out to the ceiling, "YEAH! FUCKING TOUCHDOWN! FUCKING HORSECOCK TOUCHDOWN!"
Evie's spasms sent me over the edge. Gritting my teeth to keep from crying out and alerting my wife, I came inside Evie, coating the walls of her vagina with cum.
Evie felt my orgasm. Her eyes met mine. She smiled and kissed me.
Mary smiled indulgently. "Evie, I'm glad you're excited by the game. But you need to watch your language! And anyway, Daddy Horsecock isn't responsible for that touchdown, is he?"
"Sure he is, Mommy," Evie gasped. "Daddy and I are on the same team!"
I thrust upward and she spasmed again. Her thighs and her pelvis shivered uncontrollably for several seconds. I held her tightly in my arms and lifted her twitching, shaking body up and down on my aching cock. Finally, the sensations of her twisting and bouncing on my rod became too much, and I spurted my sperm deep inside her. I had to grit my teeth to keep from crying out in orgasmic triumph.
Evie was gasping as she came down from her orgasmic high. She kissed me hard on the mouth, accepting my tongue as I thrust into her warm wetness. When, several seconds later, she came up for air, gasping, she continued to her mother, "I'm sorry about the bad language, Mommy, I guess I lost track of myself for a minute." She smiled and then went back to kissing me while I fondled her tits.
We spent the next few minutes necking while the game continued and the announcer droned on about each play. Mary sat rapt, listening to the game. Evie kissed me tenderly over and over, moving from my lips to my cheeks, then back to my mouth. She tasted delicious. Meanwhile, I brazenly fondled her soft breasts a few feet in front of her mother, my wife. Occasionally, Evie shut her eyes and shivered in aftershocks of pleasure.
Under normal circumstances, I'd have been spent after an experience like that. But Evie insisted on remaining on my lap with my cock still inside her. The result was that my cock never completely deflated.
Ten minutes later I was hard again. When the half time show started, Evie began gyrating on my cock in time with the beat of the college marching band on the screen. She propped her arms behind her on the arm of the chair and her feet on the other arm of the chair. Now she could properly move her body in all directions: up, down and twisting around my pole. Her long blonde braids were whipsawing in all directions. Her inadequate little plaited skirt, which concealed almost none of her body and instead simply drew attention to her hips, was flying up and down with every crazy twist of her torso.
The sensations on my shaft were intense. With her bare tits bouncing and her hips corkscrewing up and down, she was doing a half time show on my dick! And all the while, my wife was only a few steps away, literally blind to what was going on.
Evie was both insatiable and also childishly grateful for every thrust that I gave her. "Oh, Daddy! This game is FANTASTIC!" she moaned. "I'm so happy!" Then she went back to humping frantically up and down. "Oh God! It's another touchdown!" She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth onto her big breast. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried, sobbing.
Mary smiled indulgently. "It's not a touchdown when the band is playing, honey," she corrected. "Touchdowns only happen during the game itself. But I'm glad you're excited. I like the music, too." Seated only a few feet away, Mary tapped out the beat on the arm of the couch, using her index finger.
Having gotten my wind after cumming once, I was able to hold on for the rest of the game without cumming again. The fact that Evie alternated between frantic fucking and romantic cooing helped me maintain my control: whenever I felt in danger of cumming again, I signaled Evie to relax her pace by grasping her hips and showing her how to slow down for a few minutes. That way, I was able to prolong the sex for more than an hour. Evie humped maniacally sometimes, pounding her body up and down on my hard cock and screaming for more touchdowns. But then other times, she nuzzled into my arms, whimpering submissively as I rocked my busty baby girl on my hard cock. "Daddy Daddy!" she sobbed, whispering in my ear so softly that only I could hear her. "Daddy I feel so good in your arms. Fuck me! Oh please fuck me! I need so much sex! I need to cum every night! Fuck me! Fuck me every night. Fuck me forever."
I kissed her gently while I rocked her in and out on my long hard dick. "I'll make you cum, sweetheart! I promise! Daddy will fuck you over and over," I reassured her in a whisper meant only for her.
"Yes! Yes!" she whispered back, and came again. The mere thought that she could experience sex with me every night made her cum again as she rocked herself on my shaft.
By the time the football game's fourth quarter started, Evie was exhausted. She had spent most of the halftime and third quarter propping herself up with her hands and feet on the arms of the chair so that she could pound up and down as hard and as fast as she could. Now, though, she'd had so many "touchdowns" that she was all played out. She brought her knees up to her breasts, curling up almost into a ball. I responded by wrapping one arm around her shoulders and the other under her knees, embracing and swaddling her tight little body. In that position, she nuzzled her head up against my neck, cooing, mewling and whimpering, occasionally even sobbing with sexual release. All the while, my cock remained impaled in her tight little teen pussy, so that the action I took rocking her in my arms also meant that I was rocking her in and out on my cock. Evie shivered and sobbed through another "touchdown". Then another. Her body was incredibly responsive to my every touch, I thought to myself as she gasped and arched her back, her eyes rolling back in their sockets as she experienced yet another orgasm in my arms.
When I was ready to cum again, I rocked her especially hard and pushed my pelvis up, going even deeper into her. She felt my ejaculation and whimpered her gratitude. She licked my neck like a kitten thanking its master for a saucer of cream.
Just yesterday, I thought to myself, she had never even seen, much less touched, a man's cock. She'd had tons of lesbian sex but had yearned for cock the whole time. Now her horny little body was imprinted on her new Daddy's fuck stick. She would worship my dick from now on. She belonged to me.
As if she was reading my mind, Evie whimpered in my ear, "Daddy dick. I love Daddy dick."
The game ended right about the time that we could expect Mary's sight to begin to return to normal. When the final buzzer sounded, Evie lifted herself off her Daddy's cock. In a gesture that I found both endearing and incredibly sexy, she then knelt down and, bringing her two hands together on either side on my shaft as if she were praying, kissed the tip of my cock in a gesture of worship and submission, giving thanks to my dick for the pleasure it had given her. "Thank you, Daddy," she said as she kissed the head, so softly that she seemed to be speaking directly to my dick.
I gently stroked her blonde hair in a gesture of approval. Evie looked upward into my eyes adoringly. Her lips were poised on the tip of my cock head, pursed together in a kiss for Daddy. She smiled at me, my cock next to her happy mouth.
The scene of her lovingly kissing the tip of my cock was so beautiful and sexy that couldn't resist pushing things one step father. Bringing both my hands to her temples, I pushed her head onto my cock. She automatically responded by opening her mouth wide and accepting my cock one more time. She briefly sucked me, bobbing her head up and down. Then she stood and began re-tying the shirt tails of her blouse to contain her tits.
As she walked out of the room, Mary turned to me, smiling through her dark glasses. "Isn't she a good girl?" she asked me.
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