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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women.
Some of the participants in the story may be under the
age of 18. If you are too young to read about sex
please do not read this.

Thanks to Varod for proofing my story. Any mistakes
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I Surprised my Stepdaughter

Chapter 2

When I got home from work the next evening I went
straight to the pool. Jordan and Gabriella were
lounging next to it, both naked as jaybirds. "Well," I
said. "Is this the new fashion?"

Gabriella looked at me with a smile as Jordan rolled
toward me and said, "We wanted to surprise you. But
not as much of a surprise as yesterday."

I muffled a laugh at that. "Yeah, that was a little
too much."

Gabriella joined in with a sultry lilt to her voice,
"Oh. I didn't think it was too much. Maybe it wasn't
enough."

Whoa, that made my balls climb. The air immediately
became erotically charged. Where did she learn to do
that? 

"Mike," Jordan added. "I invited Gabriella to stay the
night. I told her mom that you said it was ok. That's
alright isn't it?"

"Well you are supposed to ask a person before you
commit them to something but I suppose for once, it's
fine."

Jordan and Gabriella shared a look before she said,
"Good. What are we having for dinner? Can we have
pizza?"

"Yeah, we can have pizza," I answered.

"We're going for a swim," Jordan said. "Want to join
us?"

I realized immediately that it wasn't just about a
swim. "Should I go get my trunks?"

Gabriella immediately looked alarmed and Jordan shook
her head. "No. You can skinny dip if you want."

I gave her a sly look and said, "I thought that might
be why you invited me."

Gabriella started to protest but Jordan started
laughing, "Yeah, so?"

I laughed too and said, "In that case, I better join
you guys." I walked back to the house and stripped out
of my suit. I grabbed a towel and went back to the
pool. The girls were splashing around. Gabriella
stopped and turned my way as I came up to the edge.
Her eyes were locked onto my cock as I threw the towel
on a chair and stood at the edge of the pool. Jordan
was smiling and there was an invitation in her eyes.
To break the tension I leapt, tucked into a cannonball
and doused both girls.

As I surfaced they were wiping the water from their
faces and spluttering. They started splashing water at
me. It quickly devolved into a water fight, with the
three of us changing sides without warning. I dunked
Jordan. Then she and Gabriella ganged up, both getting
on my back as I allowed them to dunk me. I felt the
heat of two nubile young women rubbing all over me.
Arms, legs, tits and bellies rubbing all over me. My
cock sprang erect in the cool water. As I retaliated
for the dunking and pulled Gabriella to me, she
brushed against my cock. Her eyes widened and her hand
found my cock. The game died. I was holding her, our
eyes locked as she slowly stroked my cock.

"Hey," Jordan called at us. Then she saw what was
happening and said, "Oh." She splashed us and said,
"That's for later," as Gabriella released my cock and
went after Jordan. It felt lonely left standing in the
cool water. Gabriella and Jordan were chasing each
other around the pool as my erection faded. I thought
about what Jordan had said, that's for later. My mind
took off on the possibilities. I was lost in my
thoughts when the girls decided I needed another
dunking. They had come around behind me as I floated
along bemused and both grabbed me from behind. I
surfaced, spitting water and coughing as they fled.
They climbed out of the pool as I followed. My
thoughts immediately became erotically charged as I
watched two naked nymphs running toward the house,
grabbing towels as they fled. I followed, slowly,
taking the time to towel off before following the
girls into the house. They had barricaded themselves
in Jordan's' room. Laughing, I headed to my room to
dress.

I was in my study doing a little bit of work when they
emerged unfortunately dressed again.

"Hey," Jordan said. "What about dinner?"

"You know where the phone is."

"Can we get a Supreme?" she asked.

"Better make it an extra large. And get some cokes.
Wait, forget the cokes," I told her. She looked a
little surprised but the two girls headed off to the
phone. I heard the TV come on. I immersed myself in
finishing the last of the paperwork I had brought
home.

Some time later I heard from the front, "Mike. The
pizza's here. The guy needs money."

Thankfully, I threw the papers into my case, headed to
the front and paid the delivery guy for the pizza. The
girls already had it open and two pieces half-gone in
the TV room. On the way in I grabbed a bottle of Dago
Red and three glasses.

I put the glasses down and asked, "Wine?"

"Yeah," they both chimed in. "Cool." I poured them
small glasses and filled my glass.

I plopped in my chair after grabbing a couple pieces.
They were watching Titanic. I groaned inwardly. Is
there a worse picture to ever win the Oscar? Maybe
Coming Home with the traitor Jane Fonda, but it was
close. I watched, absolutely appalled by the awful
acting. Kate Winslett and Di Caprio had all the
romantic tension of a Sunday School pageant. Bacall
and Bogie, now there was real erotic and romantic
acting. "Just pucker your lips and blow." I managed to
sit through the turgid acting and get to the good part
where Di Caprio gets what is coming to him for three
hours of bad acting; he's actually frozen. I figured
the director did this to get even with him for all the
frozen acting he did in the first three hours of the
movie. The only thing wrong is that Kate didn't follow
him into the drink. Oh well, life isn't always fair. A
moment of silence to honor the dead, and those that
acted dead for three hours as the tiresome spectacle
dragged on...

Finally the movie was over. Gabriella and Jordan were
going on about how great it was, retch. "I'm going to
bed," I said. Gabriella and Jordan shared a look, a
look that was filled with meaning. I stopped and
glanced at Jordan with an eyebrow raised.

She smiled and raised her eyebrows back at me. "I
think bed sounds great. I'm going to my bed." She
bounced up, gave Gabriella that look, came over and
threw her arms around my neck, planted a big kiss on
my lips and said, "I hope you have a wonderful night."
She released me and walked down the hall toward her
room. I looked at Gabriella and she lowered her eyes
looking very unsure. 

"I guess there is something I should know..." I said.

She looked up, hesitated, almost said something,
hesitated and started to turn red. I guessed what was
going on and decided I should make it easy on her. I
sat down next to her, took her hand and said, "I think
I can guess what's going on. I guess that you and
Jordan have cooked up something." She nodded. "And
that something has to do with me and my bed." She
nodded again. "And I guess that somebody is inviting
themselves into my bed." 

She turned red again. "If you don't like me..." she
sounded crushed.

"Gabriella, if you and Jordan have been talking then
you know I think you are beautiful." She brightened
and then looked down. "Are you sure you want this?
Don't let Jordan dare you into something you don't
want to do."

She blurted out, "I do." Then she put her hand over
her mouth giggling. "God, I must sound like a slut."

"No, you sound like a beautiful young woman who is
curious and maybe a little horny." She blushed again.
Jesus, I thought, she turns red more often than a
stoplight. "And that's ok. But I just want you to make
sure that you really do want to do this. Jordan told
me that you wouldn't do this unless I did it with her
first." 

"That was yesterday. God, when we talked on the phone
later I told her I wanted to do you for real, Mike,"
she said.

My head spun, "Yesterday afternoon?"

"Yeah. Why?" she asked.

"Why that... She worked me to perfection," I said.

"Didn't she tell you?" Gabriella asked.

"She told me that you said I had to do her first
before you'd want to do it" Mike said with chuckle.

"Oh Jeez," moaned Gabriella. "I wanted to go first. No
wonder she talked you into last night."

"So she told you."

"Of course. She was all like, you are so virgin. She
was all lording it over me that she was a woman and I
was still a girl. That she had DONE it," Gabriella
said.

"Well, she fooled me, not that she needed to. Let's
get even shall we?" I asked.

Gabriella smiled and said, "Yeah. I don't want to be
the only one left out."

I grabbed her hand and lead her to my bedroom. As we
passed Jordan's room I looked Gabriella's way and said
with a smile, "I wonder what Jordan is doing right
now?"

Gabriella looked uncertain why I'd asked, then
realized what I was hinting at. She covered her mouth
and burst into fits of giggling. "Do you think she's
really doing it?" she asked.

"Well, what would you be doing?" She looked thoughtful
and then laughed. 

"God. I bet you're right," she said covering her mouth
as she giggled.

Once in my room, I closed the door behind us. "You
nervous?"

"Yeah. I hope you like it with me. I mean, I don't
know anything. Me and Jordan have been practicing and
all, but I just have never done it with a guy.
Nothing. I never even been kissed for real." She
looked almost distraught.

"Sweetie, please don't worry about that. First, it
will come pretty naturally. Second, I am really
looking forward to being with you and helping you with
your first time. Tell the truth, it's kind of exciting
that it's your first time. So you don't need to be
nervous," I said. She was starting to look relaxed so
I continued, "Tell you what, let's get undressed and
get in bed. We'll just kiss and then if you want to
we'll do more."

"That's cool," she said. I started to undress as
Gabriella watched. My cock was only partially hard and
her eyes were glued to it.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah," she said as she quickly stripped out of
her pullover and shorts. 

I tried not to stare. Pulling my eyes away from her
slender body I went over to the bed and pulled down
the covers before jumping in. She slid in under the
covers on the other side. I opened my arms and she
snuggled into them. "This is so great," I said. She
beamed a big smile my way. I lowered my head and our
lips touched, a very gentle touch. I kept the kiss
feathery light, my lips tracing around hers before
touching her lips with the tip of my tongue. She
pressed against me. My tongue found hers and they
wrestled together. The kiss was heating up quickly. My
lips started to devour hers. Our lips would part for a
moment before one of us would pull the other back and
we'd be kissing again.

I pushed Gabriella back and paused to look into her
eyes. She looked eager. I lowered my head and kissed
around her small tits before licking across her
nipples. They hardened immediately and poked up off
her chest. I sucked and licked them both as her eyes
closed and her breath became ragged.

My hand slid across her smooth belly and I felt the
muscles tense under my gliding hand. I paused at the
top of her pussy, massaging right above her slit. The
pushing and pulling of the massage was pulling her
labia and clitoris around. She moaned and pushed her
chest up as I pulled back from her tits.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

She opened her eyes now a little wild with passion.
Her hips were humping against my hand as they sought
to bring more stimulation to her pussy. "Yes. Oh that
feels good." Her hand went up to my neck and pulled my
face back to her tits. "Please, I'm ready."

My mouth found her hard nipples and I started to lick
and suck them again. My hand slid down until it
covered her pussy, the middle finger parting the folds
and sliding between them. Her pussy was awash in her
juices. I slid my finger across her clitoris. She
jumped from the contact. 

I knew what I wanted. I pulled away from her tits and
quickly moved between her legs pushing them apart and
staring at her splayed open, wet pussy. I was assailed
by the aroma of arousal. It hit me like catnip,
desirable and irresistible. I jabbed my tongue into
her pussy, lapping and stroking all around it. I lost
track of time. Individual moments stand out, sucking
her clitoris into my mouth as I tickled the tip with
my tongue, lapping from top to bottom and back again
and circling her engorged clitoris with my tongue,
teasing and probing at it. Gabriella's body tensed,
then started to vibrate as she screamed incoherently.
I locked my mouth over her pussy as her hips bucked
and twisted under me. I applied a constant sucking
pressure to her pussy as she bucked through her
climax.

As she slowed, I released her pussy and looked up. She
was in rapture, a reddish blush across her chest. I
slid up along her body until I was looking down at her
face, mouth open, eyes closed, her breath coming in
slow pants. My cock nestled into her open pussy and I
wiggled my hips sliding the head of my cock up and
down her gaping pussy until I was coated with her cum.
I pushed forward my cock finding the entrance of her
vagina. As my cock slid into her I felt a slight
resistance and then her cherry tore when the head of
my cock entered her.

Gabriella's eyes flew open as she blurted, "Oww." I
felt her pussy contract around my cock and her legs
pushed against me. I held still.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Ouch. That hurt." she said.

"Sorry sweetheart. Are you ok now?" I asked again.

She paused and I felt her pussy unclamp and her legs
fell away. She looked down at where our bodies were
now joined and then back up at me. "God, it feels so
big. How much are you in?"

"Not very much yet. Are you ok?" I asked for the third
time.

"Oh, I guess." Her hips rotated a little under me
driving my cock slightly deeper into her pussy. "Ooh."
She said. "It still hurts just a little." Her hips
moved a little as more of my cock slid into her. "But
it's not bad. I can't believe how big you feel," she
said.

I was having trouble holding back as she squirmed
under me. I wanted desperately to drive my cock into
her. "Would you like a little more?" 

"Yes," she said quietly.

I pushed a little and an inch or so slid into her
tight pussy. Then I paused. She didn't seem to be in
real discomfort so I let my cock slowly sink into her
pussy, inch by inch, until we pressed together. I was
in her completely. It felt so incredible, her tight
hot pussy clasping my cock.

"I can't believe how big it is," she said.

I wished that was true but say it again sweetheart, I
thought. I rotated my hips, pressing down on her
clitoris. Her eyes closed as she moaned very deep in
her throat. She was ready. I started the age old in
and out, long slow strokes, high so that she was
getting maximum stimulation.  Gabriella was matching
me, her hips rotating to meet mine. I pulled back and
slid into her changing the pace just a little,
speeding up and lengthening the strokes. She followed
and soon we were fucking like we had been doing it for
years. Our bodies seemed to read each others, to
change motion and pace together. 

I knew she was getting close, the deep ragged breaths,
the open mouth, her fingers digging into my back. I
let my own climax rise. I was holding back, waiting
while Gabriella moaned and bucked against me. I let my
orgasm come, surging up, spasm after spasm as I
emptied myself into her. She was clutching at me and
moaning as she peaked in her own climax. Slowing, our
bodies still moving together but less and less each
time until we settled together in bliss. 

I held my little sweetheart as her breathing slowed to
normal and her eyes opened. "How was it?" I asked.

"Oh Jesus. I didn't know. I never felt it like that.
It was different to have you in me when I came. It was
so much stronger that way. Thank you," she said as she
kissed me quickly, missing the lips and getting me on
the chin. I kissed her on the lips.

"I loved it, sweetheart. You were wonderful," I said.
She smiled at that. "How are you doing?"

I felt her move a little under me as if she was taking
mental inventory. "I'm just a little sore I guess. I
mean, not bad, but maybe just a little."

I pulled out and moved next to her still holding her
in my arms, "Better?"

"Yeah." She looked thoughtful and then said, "I did
it. I'm not like a virgin anymore."

"Happy or sad?" I asked.

"Happy. That was better than I thought it was going to
be. Jordan was right. You are so like a good lover."

We came together and kissed. I settled back holding
Gabriella to me. We lay together, slowly caressing
each other. Her hand stopped after awhile. She was
asleep. I watched her for a little, thinking about how
lucky I was before reaching over to turn out the
light. 

*****

In the morning I woke up next to a sleeping angel. She
looked so young and innocent in the soft light. I had
trouble believing what had happened the previous
night. I headed into the bath to clean up. When I came
back Gabriella stirred and then opened her eyes.

"Morning."

She stretched and yawned and said, "Good morning." She
sat up in the bed, realized she was nude and pulled
the covers up over her breasts.

"Not sure that's necessary sweetheart," I said.

She looked sheepish, lowered the covers and smiled, "I
guess you're right."

"How you doing?" I asked.

She took a moment for an inventory and said, "I'm a
little sore."

"Down there?"

She nodded. "But it's okay. Last night was really, you
know, great. Thank you, Mike."

"Any time," I said smiling. "Let's get some
breakfast."

"Cool," as she jumped from the bed and ran into the
bath. A minute later I heard the shower running. I
dressed in shorts and a pullover and waited for
Gabriella. She came out a while later, hair wet and up
in a towel. 

She smiled shyly, "I better get dressed."

"Too bad. You are so beautiful like that," I said.

Her eyes lit up but she reached for her clothes and
quickly dressed. We headed for the kitchen. As we
passed Jordan's door, Gabriella stopped, pounded on
the door and yelled, "Quite playing with yourself.
It's time for breakfast."

We were in the kitchen before we heard Jordan's door
burst open. She came flying down the hall, "That is so
not funny." She had thrown a robe on but it was so
apparent that she had been sleeping nude that I knew
we had been right.

"Do you always sleep in the nude?" I asked. 

Jordan looked down at the robe, realized that in her
hurry it had come partially open and revealed that she
had nothing underneath. "Sometimes," she said
defensively.

I smiled and said, "Sometimes? Like when you make
yourself feel good?"

"Well, you guys were all doing it. What was I supposed
to do?" she answered. Gabriella was giggling.

"Exactly what I would have been doing if I was in your
place. I would have beating off so hard I would have
hurt myself," I laughed. Both girls laughed.

Jordan wrapped the robe back up. She looked at
Gabriella, "Well?"

"Well what?" Gabriella asked.

"How was it?" Jordan asked exasperated.

"Whoa," I said. "Can't a guy have a little privacy
about his love life?"

"Mike," Jordan whined. "I told Gabriella. I just got
to know." She looked at Gabriella who was smiling like
the Cheshire cat. "You did it. Was it good?"

Gabriella nodded and then started to giggle, "I am so
not a virgin."

Jordan bounced over to the table and they threw their
arms around each other. "That is so cool. We both did
it and to the same guy. Tell me everything."

"Girls," I interjected. They stopped. "I will get
embarrassed. If you don't mind could you do this
later? Having my performance dissected doesn't
appeal." Jordan started to argue, saw I was serious
and shrugged. "How `bout breakfast?"

"Cool," they chorused.

Epilogue

That is the story. I did surprise my stepdaughter but
I wound up with the bigger surprise. For those of
prurient minds, no, it wasn't the last time I made
love with Jordan or Gabriella.  

Gabriella came over a few more times. I showed her a
few sexual techniques. We made love bunny style and
cowgirl and a couple others that probably don't have
names except in the Kama. I would make her cum with
oral and gave her her first taste of cum. 

Once her horizons started to expand she wanted to keep
expanding. She liked me, but I was an `old' guy. I was
just a way station to her goal, a real boyfriend. With
her confidence as a `mature' woman she set out to do
just that. She found a boyfriend and quickly dragged
him to bed. She confessed one day that she couldn't
`do it' with me anymore because of Tyler. I
understood. She did say that it was her turn to be the
teacher because he didn't know anything. 

Jordan was a different story. As soon as Gabriella was
out of the picture, at least sexually, Jordan
appropriated the second closet in my room. She moved
her clothes into it. I came home one day to find it a
fait accompli. That night she came into my bed letting
it be known that she was staying in it. 

I was conflicted. I loved Jordan, truly loved her. But
I loved her enough to want was best for her long term.
I didn't think that was me. Now don't get me wrong.
Jordan and I were lovers. She became almost a wife but
there were differences. She was still a very young
woman and things happened just often enough to remind
me of that fact.

Jordan and Gabriella remained best friends as
Gabriella tried out several different boyfriends.
Maybe a year after the events I have narrated
Gabriella was over. Jordan was out of the room when
Gabriella turned to me and said, "You guys are so
lucky."

"How so?" I asked.

"Finding each other," she responded.

I'm sure I looked a little surprised. Gabriella sat up
and asked, "Don't you know?"

Really at a loss I asked, "Know what?"

She shook her head, "How much Jordan loves you." I sat
quietly trying to think through what Gabriella was
telling me. "Jordan is going to marry you as soon as
turns eighteen."

"She what? How come she hasn't told me that?" 

"Does she need to?" Gabriella asked. "She loves you so
totally. I mean, what is there to say."

Jordan walked back in at that moment and came over to
curl into my lap. I held her as she settled in. She
glanced at Gabriella and then at me then back at
Gabriella. "What?"

"I think I just shocked Mike," she said. "I just told
him that you are going to marry him when you turn
eighteen."

Jordan turned to me and said, "Oh. Do you want to wait
till after I graduate? I just don't see any reason to
wait. But if you think we should wait till after I
graduate, we can."

I knew immediately that anything I said would have
long term and powerful consequences. I had to be
careful. "I didn't know," I said. "How come you've
never said that to me?"

"I just thought you felt the same way. I mean, it just
went without saying," she said.

"Jordan, do you like it when I tell you that I love
you?" She nodded. "Have you noticed that I say it
every day?" She nodded again. "Do you know why?" 

"'Cuz if you didn't I wouldn't really know for sure,"
she said. She paused and then continued, "I'm sorry
Mike. Will you marry me when I turn eighteen?"

"You sure you want to marry an old guy?"

She nodded and then said with deep seriousness, "More
than anything in the world."

I knew this might change between now and then. She
might fall out of love with me or realize that it
wasn't really love at all. But I loved her and if she
wanted me I wanted her. "I'd love to marry you
sweetheart."

Jordan threw her arms around my neck planting a wet
kiss on me. Gabriella had bounded out of her chair and
threw her arms around both of us, congratulating us
and starting to cry.

*****

That night Jordan came into my room, our room, and
stood beside the bed in the tee shirt she most liked
to sleep in. It wasn't sexy. I knew immediately what
she was telling me. From tonight forward it isn't
about sex; it's about being together. I smiled and
patted the bed. She crawled under the covers and
snuggled up against me. I rolled toward her and
wrapped her in my arms.

She said into my chest, "I'm so happy."

"Me too, sweetheart."

I fell asleep with the most beautiful woman I know in
my arms to a night filled with pleasant dreams. Dreams
of hope; dreams of a future that I hoped would all
come true.



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