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Jenny's New Vocabulary (mf, teen, voy, etc.)
Part 1
This is my final repost of this story. I am posting in as a single
part file this time. Thank you to all those who have given me
suppotive feedback.
Disclaimer
If you are under 18, do not read this. Furthermore, if you have
delicate sensibilities which are easily offended by sexually
explicit material, you should probably avoid this post. Of course,
if you fit either of these categories, you probably shouldn't be
trafficking on A.S.S. either, but that's your problem.
For those of you who have made it this far, here are a few
additional disclaimers.
1) This story is extremely long and very graphic. If you are
someone who appreciates stories with detailed descriptions of sexual
acts that also take their time to get where they're going, you might
enjoy this story.
2) This story is essentially a straight male fantasy. As such, it
is unlikely that you will appreciate it much if you don't fit that
profile. Of course, I invite all interested parties to read and
form their own judgments.
3) This story encompasses a number of fetishes, e.g. spanking,
voyeurism, light D&S. However, this is not a fetish story. The
reason I often don't like fetish stories is that sex generally takes
a back seat to the fetish. In this story, sex is in the foreground,
and the incorporated fetishes are peripheral.
This is my first attempt at fiction writing of any kind. Therefore,
any constructive feedback is ESPECIALLY welcome. Please e-mail me
with any reactions you may have, whether positive, negative or
indifferent!
JENNY'S NEW VOCABULARY
by
Wolf
Steven awoke in a cold sweat. Groggy and disoriented, he was
vaguely aware of some insistent condition. His body was speaking to
him. He reached down under the covers and felt his hard cock
protruding through the crotch of his underwear. Damn. It was her
again. He'd had another erotic dream about her.
He hadn't felt this way since he was 16. She'd completely taken
over his dream life, and worse yet, she was beginning to encroach on
his waking life as well. Even when she was not the object of his
conscious fixation, she always persisted somewhere, at least at the
periphery, unbalancing him, unfocusing him, unnerving him.
So intense was her effect on him, drawing out currents of libidinal
energy that he'd thought were long extinguished, that Steven was
beginning to regret ever having married her mother. This he had
done 8 years prior, when she was 10 years old. At the time, she was
a wide eyed, cute if tomboyish girl who liked to eat icecream and
had a penchant for meandering about in crowded downtown areas and
getting lost when her mother took her shopping. She had immediately
taken a liking to Steven, who had a natural affinity for kids. They
formed a bond which had many of the same elements of a typical
father-daughter relationship.
Steven was a few years younger than her mother, who was 31 at the
time they married. She had died in a tragic accident 3 years later,
and left Steven saddled with the dual burden of working full time
and raising a girl who was then immersed in the complexities of
onsetting puberty and adolescence. He had had a rough time of it
for a while, having to consult counselors and enlist the assistance
of friends and family.
Fortunately, she seemed to emerge from this period a well adjusted
and mature young woman, independent and academically competent
despite her persistent childlike demeanor. Even though she had
recently turned 18 and had been admitted to a prestigious university
which she planned on attending the following year, she continued to
sleep with her stuffed animals and respond to childlike forms of
address. But there was more to it than these specific regressive
behaviors. There was something almost intangibly childike about
her.
In spite of this, Steven had watched her grow up and blossom into
young womanhood. Though for a long time he had been consciously
aware of the profound physical transformation that she had
underwent, it didn't fully resonate with him until recently. He was
uncertain if this was a result of fatherly naivete. In any case,
the image of a child was something that Steven had never associated
with any kind of sexuality. That is, until he became aware of the
striking disparity between her inner persona and her physicality.
He couldn't pinpoint the precise moment, but he had a sense that
there was a moment in time. Something. Perhaps when she stood,
shifting her weight, bare thighs tensing against the coarseness of a
tight denim skirt. Perhaps when she rubbed her tired feet after a
hard workout, letting out sounds of soft sensual pleasure. Perhaps
the way she sometimes let her head fall back when tasting food she
liked, eyes closed, her thick hair cascading to the middle of her
back. Somehow it happened. Sometime the moment occurred. Steven
didn't know whether this moment was the genesis of his desire for
her or of his conscious awareness of that desire. Either way, he
knew that she'd ignited within him a passionate longing that he'd
never before experienced.
He wanted to invade her. He wanted to peel away layer after of her
physical and psychological defenses. He wanted to get inside her
clothes and her body. He wanted to be inside of her.
He closed his eyes, drifting off as the image of her began to
resolve in his minds eyes.
Jenny was on the tall side, with straight, medium-long blond hair.
She often wore it in a ponytail. Her face was cute in a
schoolgirlish way. She had large, wide set blue eyes and thick,
full lips. She often wore an expression of disarming sweetness and
innocence, even on the rare occasions that she did something wrong
and Steven or his wife had to punish her. Her body was ample,
fleshy all over, though not flabby. Her skin was lightly tanned,
firm, without a blemish. A little like baby fat. Steven thought
she had the kind of body that would eventually give way and become
bulky and sag with age. For the present, however, neither of these
adjectives could appropriately describe her.
Her long, thick tanned legs were well contoured, without being
excessively muscular. She had especially prominent calves. Her ass
was large and round, and the cheeks jutted out prominently. Her
wide hips contrasted starkly with her narrow waist and flat midriff.
Her breasts were extremely large, so much so that they strained and
stretched whatever fabric they were encased in, even when she wore
loose fitting tops. They often jiggled and bounced when she moved,
or laughed. In spite of their size, her breasts were impossibly
firm. They always jutted straight out, almost perpendicular to her
chest. For a while, Steven thought that she must have taken to the
practice of wearing especially supportive bras, to prevent her
obvious bulk from acquiescing to the inexorable laws of gravity.
However, one evening she came out of her bathroom wearing a long,
thin white nightshirt. Apparently, she had just emerged from the
shower and her nipples were quite erect. Steven could just barely
make out the pinkness of her aureoles through the garment, and could
tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts expanded straight
out, two huge globes sinking downwards only slightly more than when
she wore a bra.
Though she was barely 18 with body of a voluptuous 20 year old, but
she had an oddly girlish voice. She spoke in high and wispy tones,
perhaps accounting for this childlike quality which contrasted
almost preternaturally with her fully evolved, very adult
physicality.
Though her wardrobe was trendy and conventional, these days
everything she wore seemed to make Steven intensely aroused. Her
enormous wardrobe encompassed only a few basic outfits, variations
of the same themes. Certain themes predominated. Most common were
mid thigh length, tight denim skirts, penny loafers with white, fold
down socks, and t- shirts, some times tight fitting, sometimes loose
fitting. On occasion she wore a pair of loafers with platform heals
that made her calves more prominent, and caused her ass to jut out
even more than usual. This was Steven's favorite outfit, with the
exception of her cheerleading uniform.
Her uniform was blue and white, her school colors. The top was
either a tight sweater or a sleeveless, button down vest, depending
on the season. Steven especially appreciated the vest, as it was
not sufficient to contain her massive tits. The recesses between
the buttons, caused by the garment's wrinkling accommodation of her
mass, were often gaping. Through the arm holes, Steven could always
see at least part of part of her bra and her often oozing breast
flesh.
The skirt was extremely short, much shorter than her denim skirts,
resting only about four inches below her crotch line. As she
walked, the skirt would swing, offering him glimpses of the bottom
of her tight, white cotton panties and her emerging ass cheeks.
When she bent over, even slightly, Steven could get as much better
view. She always wore white canvas shoes decorated with blue
glitter and flimsy, fold down white socks with her uniform.
Steven was intimately familiar was Jenny's underwear. Recently, he
had taken to the practice of going through her dresser drawers. At
first he was ashamed of himself, and he knew it was an invasion of
her privacy, but he ultimately rationalized it by classfying his
behavior as a safe, acceptable form of gratification. What were the
alternatives? Groping her? Hiding in her closet while she
undressed?
Since Jenny left an hour before Steven every morning, it was
convenient for him to go into her room and spend time examining her
clothing. Though he was very invasive and often careless, he was
pretty sure that Jenny was so naive that she would never suspect a
thing.
Her bras were mostly white and satiny or lacy. The cups were of
course vast. Her panties were of a variety of colors, but mostly
white or light pink. Though some were silky or lacy, most were
plain cotton. They were generally quite skimpy, but not
outrageously so. Some of them were decorated with print patterns,
like teddy bears or little pink hearts. He would often sniff them,
and rub them over his face, thinking about Jenny's sweet pussy being
encased in them, secreting vaginal juices into them as she walked,
jumped up and down in her cheerleading routines and went about her
daily activities. Sometimes he could smell a hint of her pussy odor
in the crotch area. This made him especially aroused.
In fact, he enjoyed this so much that he devised a method of gaining
access to her prewashed panties by retrieving them from the hamper
or the bathroom floor. One day he retrieved the pink cotton panties
that she'd worn with an especially tight pair of jeans that day.
The scent of her pussy juice on them was so pungent and aromatic
that he immediately ran to his room and jerked off. After that, he
took to the practice of jerking off after examining her underwear.
Though tempted, he was too careful to jerk off into her panties and
bras.
Steven made a game of trying to identify the underwear that Jenny
wore every day, matching up the glimpsed images that he caught under
her short skirts and light colored shirts with the specific articles
with which he had become familiar. Jenny frequently gave him
opportunities to gain partial glimpses of her underwear, by bending
over while wearing short skirts or tight shorts. He quickly became
expert at this identifying routine. Oddly enough, despite Steven's
rampant voyeuristic behavior, Jenny apparently never noticed or
suspected a thing. Either he was more discreet than he thought, or
she was too naive to take notice of his enterprises.
Steven quickly became frustrated with this limited visual access and
tried to formulate better means of viewing her forbidden areas. He
would sometimes situate himself under the staircase and try to
glimpse her from underneath as she walked up the stairs. This had
varying results. As the recesses between the stairs were narrow and
the lighting on the stairwell was often poor, his view was usually
fleeting and poorly lit. Though on occasion he would catch a fairly
good glimpse of her panty clad ass in this manner, his frustration
quickly intensified. Since he knew he could never really have her
sexually, he craved as much vicarious gratification as he could get.
He thought that just one really good view of her panties would cure
him of this burgeoning fixation that was gripping him. For several
months he tried in vain to devise a plan that would allow him to
accomplish this.
He had almost given up hope when one day she came into his study
where he was preparing a report to present at a board meeting the
next day. She was wearing a denim miniskirt and black loafers with
short, flimsy white socks. She told him that she needed to go up
into the attic to get her old baton that she used to twirl in junior
high. Apparently, her friend Ashley's younger sister was interested
in taking up the hobby and Jenny offered to loan it to her. The
attic was old, dusty, and packed with various paraphernalia and
relics of times long forgotten. Its entrance was a ceiling hatch in
a walk-in storage closet on the top floor. Since the ladder was old
and creaky, she asked if Steven could go up into the attic to look
for the baton.
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm too busy to go rummaging around in that
attic right now, and I don't think you should go up their, either.
That ladder is awfully unstable. I wouldn't want you to hurt
yourself, " he said with genuine concern.
"Well, why don't you hold the ladder for me? I really need to get
that baton. I owe Ashley a big favor," she said with a pleading
tone.
Steven's first instinct was to point out the obvious: if he had time
to hold the ladder for her, he might as well go up there himself.
Then the prospect took shape in his mind. Steven's blood raced, and
he felt a shiver overtake him. His cock immediately began to
harden.
"Uh, OK honey, I'll hold the ladder for you, but be careful." He
thought he detected a slight quaking in his voice when he said this.
He hoped she hadn't noticed.
"Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, smiling broadly.
Steven followed Jenny up the stairs. The entire way his eyes were
riveted to her swaying ass which, though well concealed from view by
the length of her skirt, was exceptionally well outlined by its
tight denim fit. The anticipation of what might lay ahead caused
his dick to became progressively harder. He silently resolved to
keep his expectations low. If he could even catch a good short
glimpse up her skirt, he would be ecstatic.
As they entered the storage room, he turned on the light. The
ladder was in worse shape than he'd remembered. One of the rungs
was almost totally decayed.
"I'm a little scared of climbing this, daddy. Maybe you should hold
onto my ankles as well as the ladder. That way you can catch me if
I fall," she said anxiously.
"OK," Steven said. "Don't worry, it's only about 12 feet up. I'll
keep a good hold on you." She looked at him with a faint smile, her
blue eyes betraying unease.
"OK," she said.
She began to slowly climb the ladder, which creaked loudly as she
ascended. With each slow, careful step, her ass and panties were
progressively revealed to Steven. She stopped at the 6th rung and
began the difficult task of opening the hatch, which was heavy and
had a complicated latch mechanism.
>From this vantage point, Steven had an excellent view up Jenny's
skirt. He immediately recognized her panties as a skimpy white
cotton pair with lace trim that he particularly liked.
Unfortunately, her legs were close together, so he didn't have a
direct view of her crotch area. He could, however, see ample
amounts of Jenny's firm, creamy ass flesh emerging from the narrow
confines of her panties. He could also see how the tight cotton
disappeared into her ass crack, headed for other territory.
Steven was trying to be discreet, so he kept his gaze downward,
occasionally stealing brief glimpses. His cock was rock hard and
throbbing, and he sensed that his breathing was becoming more rapid.
It occurred to him that he was holding onto the ladder so firmly
that he might break it.
After a couple minutes of fumbling around with the hatch, she
finally got it open. She took a step up to the next rung and looked
around in the darkened attic. The ladder creaked loudly.
"Daddy, you need to hold onto my ankles. In case I fall, I want to
make sure that you can catch me," she said nervously.
Steven grabbed Jenny's ankles tightly. Her skin felt silky and
smooth. Her head and arms were in the attic, which was too small
and cluttered for her to enter, and he could hear her rummaging
around through the junk. The ladder creaked again, and it occurred
to him that he needed to hold onto the ladder as well as her ankles.
Another shivering blood rush came over him when he realized how he
would accomplish this.
"Jenny, I need to hold onto the ladder too," he said.
"OK," she replied absently, apparently concentrating on the task at
hand.
Steven then proceeded to pull her ankles apart slowly until her feet
rested at either side of the rung she was standing on. She didn't
react, just continued rummaging around. He quickly glanced upward.
He now had a perfect view of Jenny's pretty panties, which had
narrowed and were riding deeply into her ass crack as a result of
the spreading action. Most importantly, he could see how her
panties narrowly and tightly covered her crotch. He could make out
the distinct outline of her pussy lips bulging against the thin
layer of fabric. He could also see several blond pubic hairs
sticking out from under the fabric. He quickly looked away.
She stood on her toes. Her little feet clad in white flimsy socks
emerged from her loose fitting loafers. He could see the pronounced
curvature of her arches. Her calves bulged. Steven couldn't stand
it anymore. He knew he was going to be more daring. He didn't
think that she could see what he was doing. Anyway, he was willing
to take the risk.
His eyes traveled the length of her legs, from her dainty feet to
her now more pronounced calves up past her silky thighs and to her
ass and pussy area. For the next several minutes while she rummaged
around in the attic, he just stared, standing on his toes, his eyes
no more than 12 inches from Jenny's barely concealed ass and cunt.
He inhaled deeply, and realized that he could smell the faint but
distinctive odor of Jenny's pussy juices in the air.
Turned on by the contact of his hands with her flawless skin, he
squeezed more tightly. Then he moved his hands upward from her
ankles to her shapely calves. Her skin was like silk! He moved his
fingers slightly so as to subtly message her flesh.
"Cool! I found it," she said with elation. She looked down and
smiled at him. Fortunately, her statement provided him with enough
warning to partially avert his gaze. "I'm coming down, make sure I
don't fall!"
She took one step down the ladder, baton in hand. Instead of moving
his hand downward as her body descended, Steven instinctively
slackened his grip and let his hands slide up her legs. On the
second step down, when Steven's hands were just above her knees, the
rung suddenly snapped and she quickly slid down to the next rung,
causing his hands to slide up her thighs, which he reflexively
gripped tightly. She let out a startled sigh of relief. For a
moment she stood there, with his hands gripping her fleshy thighs,
several inches above her skirtline. He suddenly let go and since
she was only on the 4th rung, she jumped down to the floor. She
landed in a crouch and stood up.
"Thanks daddy," she said sweetly, and gave him a quick peck on the
lips.
Steven was so hot for her at that moment that he wanted to rip her
clothes off on the spot and violate her in every way imaginable.
Fortunately, he retained enough restraint to avoid this course of
action.
"You're welcome, hon. Why don't you run along to Ashley's house.
I've got a lot of work to do."
With that, she turned around. Steven was seized by a sudden
impulse, and he did something that he'd never done before. He took
his hand and he whacked her denim clad ass, firmly. She let out a
high pitched squeaking noise, very faint but audible.
She turned around and flashed a embarrassed smile. "Daaady!" she
said, blushing slightly, her eyes wide with surprise. She then
walked to the front door and said, "I'll be back in a couple hours,"
and left.
Steven immediately went into his room and began jerking off
furiously. He wanted her bad. He wanted to do everything with her.
He wanted to examine every inch of her. He wanted to cup, to grab,
to sniff, to taste, to squeeze her ass, her thighs, her breasts, her
cunt. Then he wanted to fuck her with total abandon. He wanted to
ram his cock into her cunt hole so hard and so fast that she would
be left begging for more. Then he wanted to cum all over her,
squirting huge globs of semen on her face, her breasts, in her
mouth.
He had the most jarring, intense orgasm he'd ever had in his life.
The orgasm was so powerful it was as if he was in a borderline state
of consciousness for a while. He had no idea how long he had
ejaculated for, but it must have been at least a full 20 seconds.
Later that day, haunted by the image of his stepdaughter's luscious
ass spread out before him, he brought himself to several more
climaxes.
Unfortunately, far from curing his fascination with his
stepdaughter, his incredible voyeuristic success that day only
increased the intensity of his interest, and consequently his
frustration. He knew that she'd be going off to college in a few
months, and was determined to get as much relatively safe
gratification as possible. He knew he was going to start taking
more liberties with her.
These liberties took the form of increased physical contact.
Although Jenny and Steven had always been demonstrative, frequently
hugging and kissing each other, Steven took it a step further.
Fortified by his apparent success after the ladder incident, he took
to frequently patting Jenny on the behind, usually as a departing
gesture when she would turn around to leave the room. Her reaction
was always either to ignore it or to let out some kind of high
pitched squeaking sound. Sometimes she would flash him an
embarrassed smile and blush a little, sometimes not. Because she
did not appear to be put off by his behavior, he became increasingly
daring, each time patting her butt a little more firmly, until it
got to the point were he was whacking her quite hard. On the
occasions when he whacked her the hardest, the little sound she
would make would be very audible. This turned Steven on and
encouraged him to whack her with ever increasing force.
In addition, he began to pursue the even riskier practice of patting
her on her thighs. He liked to do this especially when she wore her
cheerleading outfit, because he could touch her creamy thighs just
below her ass and pussy. . Before she'd leave for school in her
uniform, he'd say, "Bye, hon. Have fun at school," and he'd reach
over and pat her on her upper thigh, sometimes even squeezing
slightly. Her reaction was always to smile innocently and go off to
school. The thought of this gorgeous nymph, this homecoming queen,
this adolescent's wetdream, allowing her stepfather to touch her on
her ass and thighs was almost as arousing to him as the actual
contact.
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