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Subject: "Jenny's New Vocabulary" (mf, teen, voy, etc.) Part 3
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Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.)
Part 3
"Jesus, Jenny. These pants are so damn tight I can't even get the
button open!"
"I know. I'm sorry daddy," she said softly, turning her
tear-stained face to him.
"Ok, well, I need you to unbutton your pants for me. Come on, suck
in that tummy and pop it open for me. The faster you cooperate the
sooner this will all be over."
"Ok, d-daddy," she said, now sobbing in humiliation.
She reached down, propping her ass up a little. She fiddled around
with it for a few seconds, then Steven heard a pop as the pant waist
slackened around her. Reaching down to pull her zipper, he could
feel the fabric of her lacy cotton panties, and the cool smoothness
of her exposed flesh. He pulled the zipper all the way down.
Immediately, he could see the pants expand to accommodate the full
mass of her partially liberated flesh. The waist line was so tight
it had imprinted a rough crease into her smooth skin that
circumvented her entire waist.
The next task was even more difficult. Steven grabbed the sides of
the denim waist material and began to tug the pants downward, at
first gently and then with considerable force as he began to realize
the extent of the resistance. It would be difficult to pull this
tight fabric over Jenny's expansive, fleshy buttocks. The pants
gave way in small increments, slowly revealing first the top of her
butt crack as it emerged above her pantyline, then the panties
themselves. Eventually, Steven worked the jeans down to where they
were are the apex of her butt cheeks. Then he gave them one hard
tug, and they slid down to her thighs, revealing her entire panty
encased ass.
Her ass was so round and well defined, there were natural creases in
her flesh that formed a clear boundary between her ass and thighs.
The panties were virtually nonexistent in the lower portion, as the
tightness of the jeans had forced them into her ass crack. Since
her legs were together, he could not see her crotch region, but he
imagined that they were also crammed way into her cunt crack as
well. He could already smell the faint aroma of her pussy juice.
Steven had come far enough that he wasn't going to stop short of his
objective. He grabbed her panties and began to tug downward,
encountering resistance as he freed the cotton fabric from the
confines of her ass and pussy cracks.
"You're taking my panties off, daddy?" she said faintly through a
whimper.
Instead of replying, he yanked her panties and jeans all the way
down to her knees.
There was his stepdaughter's gorgeous, bare naked ass, pointing
towards the ceiling, waiting to be spanked.
"You've been an awfully bad girl!" said Steven.
He wasted no time. He immediately gave Jenny's ass a light whack.
Her flesh jiggled in response, but its firmness caused it to quickly
return to original form. Next he whacked her a little harder. She
let out one of her faint, high pitched sounds. Then he decided to
let go and he whacked her VERY hard. She let out a loud squeal. He
whacked her several more times, alternating cheeks and not ignoring
her upper thigh area. Her punctuated utterances gave way to a
continuous stream of whimpering and squealing. It sounded somewhere
across between a pain response and sexual ecstasy. As he increased
his pace to an even greater furor, her whimpering and squealing
became louder and more pronounced, to where Steven actually became
concerned that the neighbors might hear.
He took a brief pause. He knew that he couldn't come this far
without achieving his most precious goal. He had to see Jenny's
girlish cunt, now buried beneath the fleshy folds of her ass cheeks
and thighs. He suddenly understood the only way he could accomplish
this. He reached down to her feet and untied her dainty saddle
shows, listening to each in turn drop to the floor. This revealed
her frilly white socks. He then the grabbed top of her jeans and
panties with one hand and in a single motion tugged them all the way
off over her feet. He heard them hit the floor. Jenny did not
respond but kept her head buried in the couch cushion.
Now her entire lower half, her ass and legs, were completely
exposed, except for her feet which were covered only by short white
socks. She was totally vulnerable.
Steven ran one hand up the back of her right leg, starting at the
contour of her foot, pressing his fingers hard against her flesh.
He then ran his hand over her now red ass cheeks, admiring their
silky consistency. He raised his hand and started to whack her
again with moderate force. Again, she responded by moaning and
squealing.
This time, Steven balled up his other hand into a fist and inserted
it between her lower thighs, as if to brace himself. This caused
her legs to part a few inches, which revealed Jenny's cunt to him.
Its tight, wet lips were puckered in the narrow confines of the
opening recess between her ass cheeks and thighs. The heady scent
of her cunt juice became more pronounced.
Steven began to spank her harder, and he lowered his target area to
where he would have at least an indirect impact on her pussy region.
She responded to this by increasing the volume of her whimpering,
and kicking it up an octave to the highest pitched sound that he'd
ever heard emerge from her mouth. She squirmed a little.
Steven couldn't stand it anymore. He had to see Jenny's naked cunt
spread wide before him. With his nonspanking hand, he grabbed her
right knee, and pushed it several inches away from her left leg, to
the point where her right leg was dangling down to the floor. Now
he had a clear view of his stepdaughter's unusually meaty pussy.
Her public hair was light and sparse along her slit. Her fat, pink
cunt lips bulged out and he could see that her clit was swollen.
She was dripping wet. He wanted to see more. He wanted to see it
all.
"Honey," he said, "I need you to do something for me. I can't do
this right unless you spread your legs apart. Can you do that for
me?"
There was a pause. Then he heard her say, "Alright," in a sweet,
innocent voice.
Jenny began to slowly spread her legs farther apart. He was
uncertain as to how far she would actually go. To Steven's ecstatic
amazement, she spread them all the way apart, resting one leg on the
coffee table next to the couch. She was virtually doing the splits.
This action caused her fat, meaty cunt lips to part, revealing her
tight little vaginal opening. It also gave him a better view of her
pink, swollen clit.
Steven couldn't resist the temptation. He new that Jenny couldn't
see what he was doing, and was not sure he cared anymore if she did.
While he was whacking her butt, he leaned over and moved his face
very close to her crotch, to where his face was only an inch away
from her dripping, open slit. He inhaled deeply, and was assaulted
with the most intense aroma of the sweetest smelling pussy that he'd
ever encountered.
At that moment, Steven wanted nothing more than to taste his
stepdaughter's glistening young snatch. He wanted to run his tongue
up and down her slit, to suck hungrily on her fat lips, to nibble on
her swollen clit. He wanted to feel her slippery cunt oils running
over his chin and down his throat.
In the midst of his frenzied lust to consume this gorgeous creature
that lay half-naked draped over his lap, a scintilla of rationality
suddenly emerged. It occurred to Steven that he'd probably already
gone too far. If he pushed this any further, there could be serious
ramifications. He resolved to bring this encounter to a close
before things got out of hand.
He decided he'd give her just a few more whacks and then let her get
dressed. While he was completing this final activity, he was seized
by another impulse. In between spanks, in one quick motion, Steven
placed his hands on Jenny's now swollen red ass cheeks and spread
them apart as far as he could. This caused her cunt hole to expand
to where he could see part of the fleshy pink interior of her virgin
fuckcanal. It also obscenely exposed her tight little puckered
asshole, previously hidden by her converging ass cheeks.
He quickly resumed spanking and stopped after a few strokes. He
reached to the floor and picked up her panties.
"Here you go, sweetie," he said gently, sliding her panties up her
long legs and tugging them over her swollen buttocks.
She got up and picked up her jeans and shoes from the floor. There
she stood, clothing in hand, looking at Steven, a little teary-eyed.
The interval seemed interminable. Steven wondered how she was
feeling. Was she angry? Was she aroused? Was she ashamed? He
just wished she'd say something.
"Daddy," she finally spoke. "I'm sorry I lied to you."
Steven was almost taken aback by the total sincerity of her tone.
"It's OK honey," he said softly. "I think you've learned your
lesson. All this will be forgotten tomorrow."
She smiled broadly. "I love you, daddy," she said.
He was still sitting on the couch. She came over and rapped her
arms around him, as he buried his face between her enormous breasts.
He stayed that way for what seemed like a long while, feeling
engulfed by the mass of her breasts. Then she disengaged, turned
around, and walked off, jeans and shoes in hand. He watched as her
swollen red butt, sharply contrasted with her bright white panties,
disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell.
For several weeks following this incident Steven was a model of
restraint. It wasn't so much that he was feeling guilty about the
liberties that he'd taken with his stepdaughter, at least not from a
moral or legal standpoint. After all, they weren't blood relatives,
he'd never adopted her, and she was at least barely of legal age.
So he probably hadn't done anything illegal.
But that wasn't the point. Steven knew that if anyone found out
about what had happened between them he could get into serious
trouble. At the very least, he faced possible condemnation and
alienation from family and friends. Steven became more and more
concerned that Jenny might confide in her aunt or possibly one of
her friends. He was also concerned that she might have been
negatively affected by their strange interlude. God knows he'd read
and heard plenty of psychobabble about raising children with proper
boundaries. He hoped that he hadn't left her with any permanent
emotional scares.
Her own behavior left him perplexed. She acted no differently than
before: going to school; doing her cheerleader workouts; coming home
and discussing the ins and outs of her day with him; doing her
homework; and sometimes going out on weekend nights. Moreover, her
attitude toward him seemingly remained unaltered. Although he had
become physically standoffish with her, she continued to give him
hugs and light pecks on his mouth as before.
Steven became progressively frustrated with Jenny's cryptic "normal"
behavior. He knew she was a little naive, but she certainly wasn't
stupid. She had to know that their relationship had suddenly taken
on a certain...carnal subtext. If she was interested in taking it
further, why didn't she give him some sign, at least a subtle
indication. But if she was displeased with what had happened
between them, why did she continue to act as if nothing had
happened? Perhaps she was in denial. Either way, Steven determined
that taking his impulses any further with her would be unthinkable.
He resolved to content himself with autostimulation and fantasy
until she left for college.
That resolution abruptly ended one evening.
Steven was laying in his bed watching TV when Jenny came into the
room wearing her cheerleading uniform. She had just returned from a
late running workout and her nubile limbs glistened with
perspiration. The first thing that Steven noticed was that the top
button of her tight west was open, allowing her generous cleavage to
escape upward and outward. He wondered if she had worn it this way
at practice while she jumped up and down, and who might have been
watching her.
She sat down on the bed next to him, looking fatigued.
"God daddy. I'm seriously exhausted. Thompkins had us practicing
this new routine for over 3 hours. I mean, what's with her, anyway?
This is pep squad, not cross-country!"
"Yeah, you look pretty worn out, sweetie. It's good exercise,
though. Maybe you should relax for a while before starting your
homework."
She sighed, grimacing a little at the sound of the "H" word. "Yeah,
Ok, I think I'm gonna go watch the tube for a while. Jeopardy's on
in a few minutes."
With that, she got up and went over to pick up her backpack that
she'd dropped on the floor. In doing so, she bent over completely
at the waist. Steven's eyes immediately riveted to Jenny's lavish
bottom, now completely in view. She wore an old pair of light pink
panties, with a few small holes, and a brown teddy bear print.
Steven's cock immediately began to throb. To make matters worse,
she fumbled around with the pack for several seconds before
returning to her feet, apparently zipping it up. When she shifted
her weight, causing the panties to ride further up into her ass
crack, Steven snapped. His libido immediately staged a coup d'itat
on his brain. He didn't know what, but he was going to do
something.
He noticed her rubbing her back and moaning softly as she hoisted
the pack over her shoulder.
"Hey Jenny, why don't you hang around here for bit," he said,
patting the mattress beside him. "I was gonna watch Jeopardy
anyway. We can just hang out and be lazy for a while. I'm kind of
tired too."
She turned and smiled, dropping her pack to the floor again. "Great
daddy. That sounds cool. I didn't really feel like starting my
homework for a while anyway." She sat down at the side of the bed,
expelling a sigh of exhaustion.
"You know, sometimes I wish I'd never joined the pep squad," she
said.
Steven didn't reply. He was busy thinking about what it would be
like to lick the sweat off her smooth, tanned thighs.
"God, daddy. That was the most intense practice I've ever had.
Every muscle in my body is aching. My feet are killing me." She
reached down and rubbed her foot through her white canvas shoe.
Then she slumped back and closed her eyes.
"Let me rub your feet, honey. It'll make you feel better," said
Steven.
She let out an anticipatory moan. "That would be incredible. Did
anyone ever tell you you're the greatest dad in the world?"
Steven didn't reply. He just smiled at her as she positioned
herself at the head of the bed and he kneeled down directly in front
of her. Immediately, he could see a little of her panty crotch
revealed by the recess between her thighs and her short, pleated
skirt.
He slid both of her white glittery canvas shoes off, revealing her
smallish feet, covered by flimsy white socks. Her arches were
especially pronounced.
Using both hands, he began vigorously rubbing the underarch of her
left foot. She sighed, laying her head back and closing her eyes.
"Oh, that feels so good, daddy."
He had total control of her leg position. Gradually, as he stroked
her little sock clad foot, he moved her left leg to the side, until
her legs were spread several inches apart. He now had a perfect
view of the crotch of her pink cotton panties. He noticed something
unusual. The panties were extremely damp in the crotch area, so
much so that they clung to the contours of her bulging pussy.
Steven reasoned that the intense physical activities in her
cheerleading practice must have caused her to secrete pussy juice
into her clingy panties. She must have been creaming in this manner
for a while, as her panties were almost completely drenched.
He stroked her feet for a while longer, listening to her occasional
moans of approval. He was intrigued by the disproportionately small
size of her feet relative to the rest of her body. Seized by a
sudden impulse, he pressed his lips to the underarch of her right
foot.
"Mmmmm," was her response, her eyes still closed.
He then kissed her on the ball of her foot, on her heal and then
again on her underarch, this time sucking a bit and creating a damp
spot on her sock. He enjoyed exploring the contour of her foot with
his mouth, the slightly coarse texture of her socks, and the faint
but distinctive odor that they gave off.
After a few minutes, his hands moved from her feet to her shapely
calves, which he began to rub. The texture of her smooth, tanned
skin was extremely arousing. His dick was now rock hard.
"Oh, that feels great. My legs are killllling me!" she said.
After doing this for a short time, Steven began to consider moving
on to other territory. He looked up at her creamy thighs and her
clinging wet panties. Briefly, he considered messaging her thighs.
Then he got a different idea.
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