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Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.)
Part 6
Her head was cocked back, eyes closed, painted fingernails gouging
into the bedsheets at her sides. He knew this was going to be
difficult, so he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs further
apart. He pushed and encountered serious resistance, in spite of
the ample hot lubricant that he could feel around his throbbing cock
in her tight hole.
"Jenny, you need to open your cunt further for me. Use your hands,"
he said.
She did as she was told, bringing her hands around and using her
fingers to spread her cunt lips as far apart as she could. He
leaned forward for increased leverage, so that his cock was entering
her at a nearly vertical angle. The combination of this and Jenny's
action did the trick. Her cunthole expanded to accommodate the
invading thickness of his cock. His cock began to slide down into
her, slowly but steadily. She whimpered, biting her lower lip.
Steven thought he could detect an occasional pain wince from her.
"Are you OK?" he said. "If this is too painful, I'll pull it out."
"No," she said, panting, his rock hard cock now a third of the way
into her. "It hurts a little, but it feels so good. I want to feel
it all the way inside of me. Please don't stop till it's all the
way in!"
He pressed on, immersing himself in the exquisite caress of Jenny's
vagina. At some point, he again experienced resistance. Realizing
that he'd reached the critical point, he knew that the only way to
handle it was to be quick and get it over with as soon as possible.
He pulled back slightly, then thrust forward hard, feeling the
membrane snap and give way more easily than he'd expected. She
winced slightly.
"Are you OK?" he said.
"Yeah," she said, breathing hard. "I'm OK. Just slide it all the
way in."
He pushed downward, encountering less resistance than before.
Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt. His stepdaughter was
completely stuffed with his thick, pulsing cock meat. She let out a
tremendous moan.
"Oh God. It's all the way in. I'm bursting at the seems, daddy!"
she said with an ecstatic tone.
"You like having daddy's big cock all the way inside you. Don't
you, little girl?"
"Yes. Uhhhhhhhhh!"
He slowly pulled his pulsing shaft out to where only the head was
still inside her. Then he thrust downward into her hot velvety
tunnel. This time, it took only a few seconds for him to achieve
total penetration. He repeated this action several times, pulling
back slowly, pausing, then thrusting downwards, each time with
increasing force.
"Oh please! Stick it into me! Do it harder!" she moaned.
When he got to where he could thrust all the way inside her with one
quick motion, he changed his rhythm. He began fucking her with
quicker, harder strokes. He had her legs pinned all the way back
now, and was lunging into her vertically. Her hands were now
fondling her massive undulating breasts, squeezing them together and
pulling on the nipples.
"Ohhhhhh! You're really screwing me, daddy! It feels so good!"
He began to quicken his pace, leaning down and kissing her hard on
the lips, running his fingers through her thick blond hair, now
tussled all about. She was wriggling her ass, thrusting her pussy
upwards in a collision course with Steven's downward ramming cock.
Though the tightness of her fuckhole prevented him from thrusting at
full force and speed, their combined motion was enough to produce a
tremendous, wet friction that put Steven in a zone of arousal which
he'd never before experienced. Her vocalizations were extremely
loud now, a mixture of throaty moans and high pitched, girlish
squeals.
"You bad little girl!" he said. "You really love having daddy ram
his cock meat into you!"
She responded by humping upwards even harder. He tried to piston
his cock through the velvety grip of Jenny's vagina as hard and fast
as he could. At some point, he abruptly slid his cock out.
"Don't stop. Put it back in," she whined, spreading her legs
further apart and opening her cunt as wide as she could with her
fingers.
"I'm going to fuck you doggy style, from behind. I want to play
with your luscious hanging tits while I slam my cock into your
pussy," he said.
There was a pause while she looked at him tentatively. "But, how
does that work, daddy?" she said, as if genuinely confused.
"Turn over. Get on your hands and knees. Spread your legs as far
apart as possible while maintaining your balance. I'll do the
rest."
As she turned over, he noticed that the bed clothes were drenched
with sweat underneath her. She got on all fours, spreading her legs
apart. She leaned forward, resting on her forearms instead of her
hands. Her creamy ass cheeks and glistening cunt meat rose upward,
staring him right in the face. She seemed to have caught onto the
idea quickly.
"Do me, daddy," she said in a soft, girlish voice.
Steven wasted no time. He grabbed his rock hard throbbing organ and
brought the head right to her cunthole. He guided the head in, this
time encountering a little less resistance. He grabbed her ass and
squeezed the cheeks, prying them apart. With his thumbs, he
separated her moist cunt lips. Then he plunged downward, once again
feeling the embrace of her hot wet sheath around his cock. This
time, he was able to stuff his meat all the way up to the balls more
easily than before. He was surprised that this position seemed to
allow him to penetrate Jenny more easily. His experience had been
the opposite with most other women. He knew that from this position
he was going to be able to fuck her as fast as his pelvic muscles
would permit. He started with a few very hard thrusts, taking his
time between each one. She responded with tremendous moans of
increasing audibility. Then he started fucking her as fast as he
could, ramming his cock with abandon into his stepdaughter's hot
vaginal quicksand.
"You like being fucked doggy style, you naughty little cheerleader,
don't you? You like it even better than the other way!" he said.
"Yyyyyeeeeeeessssss," she said, the word coming out garbled and
drawn out amidst her rhythmic moans and squeals. She thrust her ass
upwards in synch with Steven's frenzied fucking, impaling herself
harder and harder on his pulsing meat.
"Get up on your hands, Jenny. I want to squeeze your titties while
I fuck you," he said.
She promptly did as requested. Draping his body over her, he began
taking shorter, quicker strokes as he fondled her two enormous,
hanging mounds of creamy flesh. He squeezed them hard, pressing
them together and pulling them apart, crushing them to her chest and
pulling them downwards. He pinched her hardened nipples and sampled
the texture of her large, now wrinkled aureoles. Then he brought
his hands up over her back. With one hand, he grabbed her thick
hair at the base and pulled her head back a few inches. Now he was
fucking her as hard as he could, slamming his cock into her buttery
cunt with a force and rapidity that he'd never thought he could
manage. He could smell her body. It was an intoxicating mixture or
perspiration, cosmetics, and cunt juice. He could hear the sound of
the bead springs creaking loudly, and the sound of her huge tits
slapping together each time he thrust forward. He could see that
her hair was wild, blond tresses tussled about her shoulders and
upper back, matted to her flesh in places.
"Oh God, daddy. You're doing me so hard. I never thought it would
be like this!" she said.
He reached his hand down and begun vigorously messaging her swollen
clit as he relentlessly rammed his aching cock into her cunthole.
At some point, her body began to buck and shake in the same chaotic
manner as before, only with greater intensity. He tried to fuck her
even harder, but realized that he was becoming exhausted, and was
himself on the verge of releasing the biggest load of cum that he'd
ever released. He could feel her fuck tunnel spasming around his
cock.
"Oh daddy. I think I'm cumming again!" she said, now emitting a
continuous, high pitched scream.
She collapsed on her belly. Her ass was frantically thrusting up
and down, her body quivering and shaking uncontrollably. He road
out the rest of her orgasm, slamming his cock into her as hard and
fast as he could manage. Shortly after her body began to relax, he
withdrew, feeling the cum in his balls welling up to the bursting
point.
"Turn over, honey. I'm gonna cum all over you," he said feverishly.
She didn't respond, just continued laying there listlessly. He
reached down, grabbed her side, and rolled her over. He could see
that her face was contorted in a kind of post-orgasmic delirium. He
began frantically beating his cockmeat just inches above his
stepdaughter's sweat sticky tits. When he began to cum, he closed
his eyes, spewing gobs of hot, creamy jis onto Jenny's body. He
flailed about, paying no attention to where he was depositing his
load.
"Mmmmmm," he heard her say. He could also hear the sound of her
moving underneath him.
After at least 20 seconds of fierce ejaculation, he opened his eyes,
euphoric and exhausted. He could see that he'd sprayed his load all
over her chest, neck, and face. To his surprise, she was licking
all around her mouth, lapping up the cream he'd deposited.
He laid down beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pressing
his body against hers. After a few moments of gentle fondling and
quiet intimacy, he disengaged. She slid off the bed and began
gathering her clothes. He watched her closely as she moved about,
retrieving her garments strewn liberally about the room.
"I need to take a shower," he heard her say as she bent over to pick
up her shoes, her sweaty ass again asserting itself prominently into
his field of vision.
She walked toward the door, stopping for a moment to appraise
herself in the full length closet door mirror. Her body was
pinkish, glistening with sweat and sticky cum. Her hair was unruly,
plastered to her skin in places. Her nipples remained intensely
erect. Her lips parted slightly as a look of mild shock appeared on
her face. She ran her fingers lightly over the glass, tracing out
her image, as if touching an alien surface.
"You are one hot little number, honey," said Steven, laying back and
basking in his postorgasmic glow.
She turned to him, suddenly self-conscious, blushing and pulling her
clothes over her torso in a futile attempt to cover her nudity. She
started to say something, stopped herself, and abruptly turned and
left the room. Steven drifted off to the soothing sound of distant
running water.
Over the next few days, Steven played it cool as he attempted to
appraise her attitude toward what had happened between them. He
knew that she had been raised to be broad- minded about sex so he
guessed that a lack of moral reservation on her part had contributed
to his fabulous success that evening. It had simply been a matter
of getting past her instinctive embarrassment and
self-consciousness, her natural reservation about exposing herself
and engaging in forbidden acts that she'd never done before.
Obviously, he had made consider progress with her in this area.
But he wondered where all this was leading. He sensed that she was
becoming really turned on to sex in general and him in particular.
However, he didn't want to get into a protracted intimate
relationship with her. As much as the prospect enticed him, he knew
she was going to be moving on soon, and wanted her to have a normal
life, with more typical intimate relationships. As for Steven's own
fixation, he felt that he might finally be getting it under control.
At least now her physical mysteries had been exposed to him. Now
that this psychological motive was waning, there was only the
physical: his raw sexual desire for her, now as strong as ever, if
not stronger.
He tried to keep his desire at bay by increasing his auto-erotic
activities. Jenny unwittingly helped him maintain his restraint by
ignoring him somewhat as she busily concerned herself with the
preparations for her senior prom. She was going with some guy named
Greg, or Gary, Steven wasn't sure which. She'd tried to tell Steven
about it but he was determined not to listen. Somehow he'd picked
up that she wasn't really interested in this guy. Apparently, he
was a former boyfriend of her friend Ashley's and she was going with
him to get back at Ashley for going with the boy that she was really
interested in. The machinations of teen female rivalries were
beyond Steven, and he was resolved to keep it that way.
In any case, the event was obviously important to her as evidenced
by her preoccupation and frequent late night phone chats with her
friends. The day before the prom, she got up early and went out
shopping. She didn't come back for a least six hours and when she
did, she had at least a half dozen of those plastic mall bags in
hand. Steven was wondering what she could have purchased beyond
perhaps a dress and a pair of shoes. He briefly glanced into a few
of the bags after she'd laid them down and noticed what appeared to
be a large quantity of cosmetics and some jewelry boxes, among other
things. He shuddered briefly as he began to regret having given her
his credit card. Of course, he knew he wasn't going to argue with
her about it. He wanted her to have a good time, and was so dazed
by the dreamlike experience he'd had with her several days before
that he probably would have let her second mortgage the house to go
on a shopping spree if it made her happy.
The next day, she got up early again, and spent the entire day going
back and forth between her bedroom and bathroom. When the evening
rolled around, Steven found himself in the kitchen, starring at his
watch in nervous anticipation. In spite of himself, he was deeply
curious about her transformation, and found himself pondering
innumerable speculative images of what she would look like when she
came up the stairs. At about 8:00 she came up the stairs and
entered the kitchen.
He couldn't believe his eyes. Her hair was styled elaborately and
had a kind of sheen to it. She wore more makeup than usual, and
looked very mature. But the dress! It was a snug fitting strapless
white satin number, awfully racy for a prom dress. The tan of her
flesh contrasted nicely with the smooth, cool whiteness of the
fabric. The neckline was a plunging V, revealing enormous cleavage
and as ample portions of her immense breasts emerged from its
confines. She wore a strand of white pearls around her neck which
cascaded down into her cleavage. The pearls were obviously real.
Only briefly pondering the liberties she'd taken with his finances,
he let his eyes travel downward. The lower portion of her dress fit
her so tightly that there was a series of lateral creases running
from her lower midsection to the hemline, located a few inches above
her knees. She wore white nylons with lines running up the back,
and glossy white pumps. Her thick legs were shapelier than he'd
ever seen them.
"You like my dress, daddy?" she said with a flush of pride, holding
her arms up and twirling around. Her round ass stretched the fabric
to near the bursting point.
"Pretty risqui for a prom dress, don't you think?" he said.
"Oh, yeah, I guess so. But don't you think I look...beautiful?"
Steven gave her another appraisal from top to bottom. He hadn't
seen her in heels in a long time. He could feel himself becoming
extremely aroused.
"Huh?" he said absently.
"I SAID, don't you think I look beautiful, daddy?" she said,
exasperated.
"Yeah, you look absolutely stunning, honey. I'm just not used to
seeing you like this. It took me a little while to adjust to it.
I'm sure your date is going to be absolutely blown away when you
show up at his door."
She smiled broadly at his paternal approval. He leaned over to give
her a kiss on her cheek. Her perfume was intoxicating.
"Thanks, daddy," she said, turning to leave. On impulse, he put his
hand on her leg, sliding it all the way up under her dress to her
upper thigh. He squeezed, admiring the warmth and consistency of
her thigh flesh through the texture of her nylons. He could feel
the lacy band at the top boundary of her stocking.
She turned to him, wide-eyed, her expression more scolding than
angry. His hand slid down slowly, sampling the contour of her thigh
before emerging from under her dress. He let go.
"Daddy!" she said, smiling and shaking her head. Then she turned
and began to walk toward the door.
"Jenny, can you do something for me before you take off?" he said.
She stopped and turned. "Sure, daddy," she said.
"Can you slide your dress up for me, just to the waist? I want to
see what you look like under that thing."
"Daddy! I don't have time to mess around, I've got to go pick up my
date. It's prom night!" she said, folding her arms across her
waist. Steven just stared with a look of determination. She
shifted her weight nervously, making a show of glancing at her
watch.
"C'mon, honey. You look so lovely. I just want to see more of
you."
"Daddy!" she said, looking at her watch again, a shiny pump tapping
the floor insistently.
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