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 Title: Ariana's Dirty Mouth
Summary: His step-daughter needs somewhere to stay.
Keywords: inc,fic
   In this one, Damien is separated from his wife.  One evening, his
step-daughter turns up at his door.  She's left home and has nowhere else
to go.
   It's only a small flat and there's only one bed...
   *********
   I watched the ripe blonde slurping the cock.  She seemed to be enjoying
herself, her grin fixed on the man's face as she muttered profanities and
cranked at his impressive length with one hand.  It seemed a good point for
me to unzip and haul out my hard-on.  I could watch as they fucked, tugging
myself into a frenzy until I sobbed with relief and let the spunk fly.
   A few strokes had me moaning and gasping, my stare locked on the woman
as she turned her back to the man.  She was standing by then, up on her
feet, creased at the waist so she could taunt him with her eyes, one shoe
going up onto the desk while she held herself open.
   The man gaped at the sight of the woman's splayed buttocks, her labia
sticky with need in plain view, the lips heavy and pouting.  He moved a
step closer, leaning in over her back so he could kiss her mouth, her hand
coming up to his face as he nudged at her sex.
   I had just worked myself into a rhythm, vaguely wondering how I was
going to keep the mess off my suit when the sound of the doorbell
interrupted my wanking.
   At first I ignored it.  I wasn't expecting any visitors, so decided to
carry on chugging my cock, my eyes fixed on the screen.
   "Fuck off," I muttered when, less than thirsty seconds later, the bell
chimed again.
   When it happened a third time, I snarled an expletive and went for the
mouse, pausing the scene on the laptop so the image it sent to the
television froze.  I used the remote to switch the TV to stand-by, blanking
the filth before going to the door.
   As I was shoving my hard-on back into my trousers, the insistent
clangour sounded again.
   "For fuck's fucking sake!" I called out.  "Will you shut up.  I'm
coming."
   My erection was most disappointed and unwilling to quietly lie down, so
I checked the ridge wasn't too obvious a moment before I opened the door.
   "Oh," I blurted, so surprised I forgot all about berating the caller. 
"What are you doing here?"
   I could tell she was troubled by the look on her face.
   "I'm sorry," she said, eyes round, expression imploring.  "I wouldn't
have come, but I don't have anywhere else to go."
   Ariana blinked a few times while gnawing on her lower lip.  She glanced
down to the sports bag at her feet, then directed her stare at me once
again.
   "I came straight here from work ...  It would only be for a few days..."
   I boggled at the girl, realisation a near physical blow.
   "You want to stay here?" I asked her.
   Ariana nodded, three quick bobs of her head.
   "What's happened?  Don't you have any friends you could stay with?  What
about Sarah?  What about Robert?"
   Her bottom lip shivered at the mention of her boyfriend's name.
   "Sarah's in Cyprus.  She's on holiday ...  And Robert...
   "Please, Damian," the girl warbled after a pause, her eyes brimming
over. "I..." she began, throat working as she struggled with her emotions.
"Can't I just come in?" My step-daughter looked away to her right, down
along the corridor.  "I can't talk out here," she finished.
   I knew she'd end up staying as soon as I sighed and nodded and stepped
back from the door.  It was a foregone conclusion as soon as the girl
picked up her bag and gave me a weak grin.
   "Thank you," Ariana whispered as she went past.
   *
   I took her blazer, the bank logo stitched on the pocket, and carried it
through the living room and into my bedroom where I hung it in the
wardrobe.
   When I walked back in to the lounge, Ariana was perched on the
two-seater settee, knees primly together, her hands on top as she sat there
straight-backed, feet side-by-side.
   My step-daughter looked at me when I asked if she'd like a drink.  "Do
you have vodka?" she asked.  "Or red wine?"
   I nodded and said, "Both, which would you prefer?"
   "If you've got lemonade, I'll have the vodka.  If not, red wine will
do."
   "Red wine it is."
   I left the girl there, moving behind the counter into the
galley-kitchen. I found a bottle and unscrewed the cap - it wasn't anything
fancy, just the cheapest Tesco could offer.
   As I poured the wine, I looked at her perched on the sofa.
   I asked, "How come you need a place to stay?  Have you and your mother
had words?"
   Ariana blinked and heaved a sigh, the action stretching the pristine
white blouse tight across her chest.
   "It's worse than that," the girl murmured, throat working as she looked
down to her knees.
   "What is it?" I asked, walking through to the living room.
   I handed Ariana a glass before settling into the arm chair,
   "Thanks," Ariana said, taking a delicate sip.  She then fixed me with
her brown eyes, expression forlorn.  "Oh, Damian," she mewled, "I ...  I
don't know what to say.  I know you've moved out, but you're still married
to her..."
   I sucked in a deep breath, bracing myself.  "What is it, Arry?" I asked.
   "I caught Robert sending her texts.  He was sending her pictures..."
   A great yawing void opened up in my guts.  Even though I knew the answer
- why else would Ariana be so upset and looking for somewhere to stay?  - I
still stupidly asked, "Pictures?"
   The girl nodded and gulped at the wine.
   "What of, Arry?"
   "His penis," she mumbled.  "Oh, Damian," the girl warbled.  "I'm ever so
sorry."
   I closed my eyes and bit down on the anger.  My wife - albeit estranged
- and her own daughter's boyfriend?
   "Oh Jesus," I muttered, shaking my head.
   "Can I stay here, Damian?  Please."
   As I struggled to absorb the shock, I couldn't see any alternative.  Her
best friend was away and she couldn't go home.
   But Arry," I said, "it's a small flat.  There's only one bedroom ... 
And that settee isn't big enough..."
   "I know, but I don't have anyone else.  Please, Damian, please ...  I
can't go back to that house.  Not if she's there...
   "I'll sleep on the floor if I have to."
   I closed my eyes, accepting the inevitable.  "If anyone's on the floor,
Arry, it's me."
   "Look, we're both grown-ups," my step-daughter said.  "So what if we
share a bed?  It doesn't mean anything, does it?"
   Ariana was right.  We were grown-ups.  Sharing a bed didn't have to be
awkward or weird.  It was a matter of necessity.  If my step-daughter
stayed, it would have to be the both of us in the same bed.
   But I couldn't help but feel a frisson of carnal desire at the thought
of the girl in that bed alongside me.  I tried not to look at her tight
bust compressed as it was inside her white blouse, an image springing to
mind of Ariana in a yellow bikini, its colour emphasising her tan, skin
darkened from the holiday sun.
   "I suppose not," I managed to croak, my cock resurgent inside my
trousers.
   "Thank you," she breathed settling back in her seat.
   My step-daughter crossed her legs, the skirt riding high on her thighs
as she sipped wine.
   "You don't know how relieved I am, Damian.  If you hadn't let me stay, I
don't know what I'd have done."
   "Don't worry about it," I said with a casual air I most certainly wasn't
feeling at the time.
   Ariana swigged at the wine, swallowing at least half a glass.
   "I don't believe my mother," she said.  "What an old slag ...  I can't
believe she got photos of Robert's thing."
   I winced at the reminder, going through a whole gamut of emotions until
I realised it really wasn't my business.  Not anymore.  Not since my
soon-to-be ex-wife caught me in an ill-advised affair.  And it had all been
my fault, a mid-life crisis so clichéd I felt my cheeks warm with chagrin
whenever I thought about the stupid things I'd done.
   I drained off my own glass and looked at the girl.  "If you don't mind,
Arry, I'd rather not know any more." I pointed to her near-empty glass. 
"Do you want a top up?"
   My step-daughter nodded.  "Yes please."
   She drank what was left in the glass and leaned forward to pass it to
me, then said something which had me sucking in a lungful of air, panic
squeezing my guts.
   "Do you mind if I watch the news?  I want to see what's going on with
the elections..."
   Too late, I turned to stop her, the awful realisation a punch to the
stomach.
   "Oh God!" Ariana exclaimed, mouth hanging open.
   The remote control was in her hand.  She had it pointed at the
television, the blonde frozen in time looking back over one shoulder, the
man in the film presenting his cock to her body.
   "Oh Jesus ...  Damian, I...
   "Oh shit, I'm so sorry..."
   "Ariana!" I cried.  "Turn it off.  Turn it off now."
   "I'm trying," she told me, pointing the device while pressing at
buttons. "What are you watching?" she gasped.
   Ariana gave it up, the lewd scene there on the screen as an accusation.
   My step-daughter gaped at me, eyes round as she asked, "Were you looking
at that when I arrived?"
   "It's nothing," I said as I strode out of the kitchen to grab the remote
out of her hand.  "It doesn't concern you."
   The image on the screen turned to BBC News, one of the talking heads
blathering on.
   "I'm sorry," murmured the girl.  "You're right.  It's none of my
business.  Please don't be angry with me.  I wasn't to know."
   I saw her look of concern, the girl's expression going a long way to
displace the embarrassment as she went on to mumble, "I can still stay,
can't I, Damian?  You're not going to make me leave, are you?"
   I gulped down on the mortification.  "Ah, no, of course not," I said. 
"Please, just watch the news if that's what you want.  I'll pour the wine.
And what about food?  Would you like something to eat?  I could make us
something here, or we could go out...?" I was babbling to move past the
moment as soon as we could.
   My step-daughter opted for the latter, then sat and watched television
while I took myself off to the shower.  I muttered to myself as the water
sprayed over me, cursing the circumstances which had led to Ariana busting
me for watching porn.
   Then I thought of her mother and boyfriend, my heart swelling with
concern for the girl.  She might have been twenty-three years old, but
seeing something like that on her own mother's phone must have come as a
hell of a shock.
   "It's only a few days," I said to myself, imagining Ariana would move on
to Sarah's when her friend returned home.  "We'll muddle along okay for a
week or so..."
   *
   The first night passed.
   By tacit agreement we avoided any conversation about Ariana's mother. 
To my relief, the girl also steered clear of the porn incident, our talk
moving around her blossoming career at the bank, future plans for my
business, and my next step up the property ladder.
   "The flat is just until I get myself sorted," I told her, then skated as
close as we'd get to mentioning my wife by adding, "Once the dust has
settled after the divorce."
   We ate at Pizza Express, with Ariana in tight jeans and a skimpy
bootlace blouse, her lithe figure and elfin prettiness drawing a few looks.
   Then, later on, after de-caf back at the flat, we made our preparations
for bed.
   I used the en-suite bathroom first: showering and shaving last thing at
night, as was my habit.  I usually sleep naked, but with my step-daughter
in bed with me it most definitely wouldn't be appropriate, so a pair of
sports shorts had to pass for pyjamas.
   For her part, Ariana slipped under the quilt after going through her
ablutions.  To bed she wore a pair of boy-shorts knickers and one of my
tee-shirts.  I tried not to look at her legs, but it was impossible not to.
   Ariana sat on the sheet and said, "This bed is huge."
   I replied with, "Good thing it is.  We don't want to all squashed up
together, do we?"
   My step-daughter shrugged.  "Touching by accident doesn't count."
   Concerned, I asked her, "Should I shove a pillow between us?  No-man's
land, so-to-speak."
   Ariana trilled a laugh, her long hair loose as she shook her head
side-to-side.  "There's no need for that.  Don't worry.  We'll be all right
as we are."
   Sleep came after I'd lain awake for at least half-an-hour, my mind going
over the thing with Robert and Ariana's mother.  Then I thought about the
girl seeing the porn.  I stifled a groan and turned onto my side, facing
away from Ariana while I counted deep breaths and sleep finally took me.
   *
   She was in the bathroom when my alarm woke me at six.  I heard the
disconcerting sound of my step-daughter making water, the idea of her
pissing into the bowl, knickers taut between her legs, made me hard.
   The toilet flushed and I listened to the girl as she showered, my hand
going to my cock after I'd shrugged the shorts off completely.
   It was quick and very intense.  I tugged at myself and, doing my utmost
to think up another lewd fantasy, my mind insisted on drifting towards
Ariana.
   I saw her as she'd been the previous night, ready for bed in her
boy-shorts and tee-shirt, the glimpse I had of her legs and round buttocks
coming to mind.
   I knew it was wrong to picture the girl as I did, but in my head she
looked at me and peeled off the tee-shirt, her breasts high and tight on
her chest.
   "Let's sleep in the nude," the fantasy breathed, chestnut hair framing
her face.  "And if we touch in the night..."
   She then giggled and winked and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her
knickers.
   And that's when I grunted and let fly with an outflow of semen, tugging
my dick as the hot stuff erupted, a groan coming out despite my efforts to
hold in the noise.
   There was a moment of panic when the sound of the shower ceased
abruptly. There was cum all over my stomach and chest, the gloop sliding
over my ribs.  The shorts were all I had to hand, a mostly ineffectual mop,
but which had to suffice under those desperate circumstances.
   "Morning!" my step-daughter said, a towel wrapped round her.  "I love
that shower," she told me, rolling her eyes in appreciation.
   "Sleep well?" I asked, the cover up to my neck, the sodden shorts on the
floor by the bed.
   Ariana nodded.  "Actually, yes.  Went out like a light.  Must be because
I feel safe and secure in bed with you..."
   I didn't know how to respond to that, so said nothing at all.  Besides,
it was a battle to not ogle my step-daughter's thighs, the towel falling
just low enough to cover her modesty.  I had a fleeting moment to wonder if
she kept her muff trimmed, and then panic set in when she moved to the bed,
a frown corrugating her forehead.
   "Weren't you wearing these in bed?" Ariana asked, bending to pick up my
shorts.
   I gasped out a, "No," as she grabbed at the clothing.
   "Are you naked-?" Ariana began, then went round eyed, her mouth falling
open.  "They're all soggy," she said, which was followed up by a "Eeuw, is
that ...  is it...?  Oh my GOD!" my step-daughter cried, dropping the
cum-soaked bundle to the floor.
   Her stare confronted me, my cheeks burning hot.
   "I'm sorry," I coughed, shame a hot rush rising within.  I started to
babble, trying to make her understand.  "I'm on my own ...  It doesn't mean
anything."
   My step-daughter just kept on staring, the shock on her face.
   "It's my fault," the girl eventually said.  "I shouldn't have asked if I
could stay.  I'm obviously getting in the way."
   Suddenly, her good opinion of me was of utmost importance.  I didn't
want her to leave, at least not under these circumstances.  As unpalatable
as the subject was, I knew we had to talk it through.  I'd be hugely
embarrassed, and so would she very probably, but I couldn't let her go
without clearing the air.  How could we face one another in the future if
this awful incident led to Ariana's departure.
   The thought stumbled and whirled, all of it going through my head in a
matter of seconds.
   I heaved a sigh and sat up in the bed, cover falling down to my stomach.
   "Ariana, I'm sorry.  It isn't your fault at all, sweetheart.  I don't
want you to go.  Can't we just talk about this?  I'd hate for you to think
I'm a disgusting old perv.  It ...  It's just nature, isn't it?  I mean,
everyone does it."
   My step-daughter blinked while shaking her head, eyes fixed on my face.
She gazed at me for several long moments.  I had no idea what was going
through her mind during that time, but it seemed to me she was about to
flee from the room.  I had visions of her packing her bag and escaping, of
her running from the flat and being too embarrassed to speak to me ever
again.
   "Ariana," I said, "you don't have to go."
   After what felt like an age, the girl finally spoke.  "I have to get
ready for work."
   "Are you staying?  Will you be coming back here tonight?"
   To my surprise, Ariana grinned.  "Why?  Do you have to get your timing
right?"
   I blinked, not understanding at first.  Then the penny dropped and I
felt my face burning hotter.  "I won't be looking at porn."
   "I'm sorry," my step-daughter continued.  "I shouldn't joke about it."
She pouted, eyes turned to the ceiling.  "Yes, I'll be back later tonight."
   I steeled my resolve and said, "Shall I pick up a couple of bottles of
wine - or perhaps some lemonade to go with the vodka?  I'd appreciate it if
we could talk about ...  well, what's happened.  I don't want it to be big
unspeakable issue between us."
   "It isn't an issue for me," said the girl on a shrug.  "It was a shock
to see the television last night ...  And picking up your shorts..."
   Ariana glanced at the offending article next to the bed.
   "I didn't expect them to be soaked in spunk.  I was just going to offer
to put them in the laundry for you."
   I winced at her coarse use of the word, mortification a hot rush.
   All I could think of to say was, "I'm sorry.  It was a stupid thing to
do.  You were only through there..." I nudged my chin towards the en-suite.
"...You could have walked in and caught me." I rolled my eyes and tried to
make light of it.  "Now that would have been awkward."
   I saw Ariana glance at the clock on the small set of drawers next to the
bed.  She said, "I'd better get ready." Then she looked me in the eyes and
added, "The wine and a chat sounds nice, actually.  You know," she went on
with a sigh, "I never did say how sorry I am you and my mother split up.  I
liked you right from the start," Ariana informed me.  "You were always good
to me."
   "I liked you too," I replied, my voice gruff with sudden emotion.  "I
still do," I said to the girl.
   She nodded and smiled.  "Me too."
   My step-daughter moved close to the bed, then caught me off-guard by
leaning in to plant a kiss on my cheek.
   "Thank you," she purred, walking away.
   I watched her go, the towel not quite covering the undercurve of her
buttocks.  All it would take would be a tiny stretch upwards and I'd have
seen all of my step-daughter's intimate places.
   Gulping down on the abrupt surge of desire, I reminded myself just who
she was.  Then, making sure Ariana wasn't about to return, I threw back the
cover and padded barefoot to the bathroom, my cock at half-mast, the long
jib arcing down, the end of it gooey with cum.
   I showered and covered myself with a towelling robe, then went through
for coffee and toast.
   "I put the machine on," my step-daughter informed me.  "I assume you
still have coffee in the mornings?"
   "Uh, yes, thanks," I managed to say, doing my best not to letch at the
girl.
   Ariana was ironing a blouse, dressed in a fresh pair of boy-shorts
underwear and bra, the shape of her body making my cock thicken and grow.
The towels were laid across the kitchen counter.
   I gulped at the sight of her flat stomach, a jewel decorating her navel.
   She noticed me looking and said, "Is everything all right, Damien?"
   The lie was quick off my tongue: "I was just wondering when you had your
belly-button pierced."
   "About eight months ago," my step-daughter informed me.  "Do you like
it?"
   She posed with what seemed to me to be a blatant disregard for decorum,
hands going to her hips as she thrust her pelvis towards me.
   "Very pretty," I said on a gurgle, the girl's cleft clearly outlined in
the tight-fitting shorts.  If there was any pubic bush in there, I couldn't
see any trace, the outline of my step-daughter's figure sending a ripple of
need through my core.
   Ariana beamed a smile at me.  "Thank you," she said, going back to her
ironing, giving me a view of her rump in profile.
   I forced myself to pour out a coffee, using the toaster as a distraction
while popping in two slices of bread.
   By the time my breakfast was ready, my step-daughter was decently
covered, her blouse over the bra, her skirt covering those knickers.  We
talked about nothing of consequence until it was time for me to start
getting ready myself.
   Before I moved through to the bedroom, I asked, "What time can I expect
you home tonight?"
   The girl gave me a grin.  "I won't be back until six." Then she paused,
the grin getting wider before adding, "So if you have any business to get
done..."
   The twinkle in her eye was all it took to warm my face once again.
   "Stop that," I said, shaking my head.
   Ariana's eyes dropped to the floor.  "Sorry," she said, not meaning it
at all.
   "I'll see you at six or thereabouts," I told her, then shut the door
after going into the bedroom.
   *
   The conversation was awkward at first, but two bottles of Tesco's finest
oiled the wheels.
   "It's a small flat," my step-daughter said.  She was on the two-seater,
back resting against one of its arms while her bare legs were propped on
the other.  Ariana was wearing a tight singlet, obviously bra-less beneath,
denim shorts with a raggedy hem moulded to her buttocks, the pouches of the
pockets hanging below the hem when she moved around the flat.  "And we've
both got ...  appetites, I suppose you could call it.  I'm used to sex,"
said the girl.  "And so are you."
   I gulped when the next sentence came out, her words slipping the chain
free of carnal desires.
   "If there's no other outlet," my step-daughter murmured.  "You know, if
we can't fuck...
   "Then," she continued after a short pause, "we'll just have to think up
a system where we can get some relief."
   The part where she'd said, 'If we can't fuck', confused me at first. 
When she said it, I wasn't sure she didn't mean the pair of us getting
together, the thought of which held a certain illicit appeal.  Then I
realised she meant neither of us was getting any due to circumstances
beyond our control.
   In response to what Ariana had said, I managed to say, "System?"
   The girl rolled onto her side and reached for her wine.  She propped up
on one elbow and sipped.
   "Yeah, I dunno," she said with a half-shrug.  "If I'm in the mood I
could use the bedroom.  If you don't mind lending me your laptop, that is?
If you come home and there's ...  say ...  a towel on the kitchen side,
that's a signal that I'm busy with personal time in the bedroom."
   "A towel on the kitchen side?"
   "A signal," she told me.  "You do the same.  If I come home from work
and I see the towel, I know you're busy in the bedroom."
   "I don't know if I could do anything knowing you're out here," I said
with a catch in my voice.
   "Okay," nodded my step-daughter.  "The alternatives are to go
without..."
   She rolled her eyes and grimaced to signal her displeasure at that
suggestion.
   "...Or we just say to hell with it and do it in front of one another. 
How does that sound, Damien?  Could you play with yourself if I was
watching?"
   The shock was a cold water rush.  Flabbergasted by her audacity, I
gasped and stuttered, "Ah-Ariana!  Huh-have you lost your mind?  "How could
you say that to me?  Jesus," I spat, getting up on my feet.  "Jesus," I
said again, too stunned to respond in any coherent manner.
   The girl laughed and flung her legs off the settee.  "So the towel's a
good idea, then?"
   "If that's what you want," I gasped at the girl.  "But, please, can we
drop it for now?"
   Ariana nodded agreement, grinning a lop-sided grin.
   "Okay," she said, glugging her wine.
   I watched as she moved from the lounge to the bedroom, wary about what
she was up to.  It crossed my mind I might be better off telling her to
pack up and go, but it was gone 8 p.m.  and she had nowhere to go.
   Ariana strolled into the room, placing a towel over the kitchen counter.
   "Could you set up your laptop?" she asked.  "I'm in the mood and could
do with some time alone in the bedroom."
   "Shit," I breathed, gaping at her.  "Really?"
   "Yes please," Ariana replied.
   *
   Her voice came out of the dark: "Do you have a lot of porn?"
   "How did you know I was awake?" I replied.
   "I didn't know ...  but since you are, you could answer my question."
   "Depends on your scale," I said, concerned by where this might be going.
Following our discussion, and my subsequent surprise, I was a little wary
where my step-daughter was concerned.
   A few moments of silence followed.
   "I like it," she told me.  "I like looking at porn.  I think it's
because I'm a bit of a voyeur.  I like to watch."
   That caught me by surprise.  "Watch?" I gurgled.  "Have you done much
watching?"
   Ariana chuckled.  "No," she said.  "Not people as such.  I've watched a
couple of boyfriends playing with themselves.  That's a turn-on for me."
   My cock grew to impressive proportions of its own accord, my hand going
to it.  I surreptitiously slid my shorts down to my thighs, caressing my
length for a few strokes before common-sense filtered through.
   "That's an inappropriate line of conversation, since we're in bed
together..." I said.
   My step-daughter chuckled again.  "How come?  Do you think I'm going to
get all horny and try to molest you?"
   In that moment I wasn't sure I'd resist f she did.  I gulped down on the
rush of desire, forcing my hand away from my dick.
   I groaned out an exasperated, "Ariana, please..."
   "You must like watching, too.  Or else why do you look at porn?"
   Wondering why I continued, I heard myself saying, "Visual stimulus, I
suppose.  I've never really analysed the why's and wherefores.  Now," I
went on, keen to curtail this line of discussion, "how about we try to
sleep?  We'll both be useless in the morning."
   Ignoring me, my step-daughter whispered, "I enjoyed looking at the porn
this evening.  It was intense and a little bit weird knowing you were in
the living room.  I kept watching the door to see if you'd come in."
   I stroked my cock some more, my mind full of the girl laid on the bed,
the laptop open as she diddled her sex.
   "I ...  I wouldn't do that, Ariana.  You're like a daughter to me."
   "Step-daughter corrected the girl."
   "That doesn't make much difference to me."
   I heard Ariana sniff and, appalled, I asked, "Are you crying?"
   "Not really she mumbled.  It's what you just said, it's beautiful of you
to say that, Damien."
   "We really should go to sleep now, baby," I said, the endearment
slipping out on a slide of emotion.
   "Would you give me a cuddle?" Ariana asked, her voice small and timid in
the dark.
   My immediate thought was my cock.  There was no way I could hug Ariana
without her noticing the great jut of my hard-on.
   "I would," I replied after a moment of panic.  "But I really don't think
we should touch.  Not in bed.  Not when we're nearly naked."
   "But I thought you thought of me as your daughter?  It doesn't matter
where we are, does it?  A hug is just a hug, yeah?"
   The words came out half-chocked as I said, "And you're also an extremely
attractive young woman, Ariana.  My body and mind might be conflicted."
   I assumed she was digesting this information as the silence grew longer.
   "Do you...?" I heard the glug of Ariana swallowing heavily before she
continued.  "Do you fancy me, Damian?  Is that what you mean?  As in
sexually?"
   "Oh Jesus," I muttered, teeth clenched with frustration.  I was grateful
for the darkness, my face burring with shame.  "Look, I don't want to," I
said, wondering how the hell we'd come to this point.  "Like I said, my
mind and my body...
   "And I don't want to talk about it anymore.  I certainly don't think a
cuddle is the way forward."
   "Perhaps I'd better find somewhere else to stay tomorrow," the girl
murmured.
   I couldn't figure out why I felt so guilty.  I was only trying to keep
us on the straight and narrow.  But the tone of her voice wrenched my
insides.
   "You don't have to do that," I said on a sigh, guilt and remorse making
me say it.  "We just have to be mindful.  When passions are aroused," I
went on, hearing the pomposity in my own tone.  "Well, things happen. 
People go crazy."
   "It's just a cuddle," I heard the girl snort.  "I'm not offering a
blow-job."
   A dark, velvety voice snickered inside my head: Oh, sweetie, if only you
were.
   I clenched my fists to stop myself from touching my dick, thinking about
what it would be like to get the girl naked and laid on her back with her
thighs wide.  The question came to me as I pictured Ariana's face all
glazed-eyed with her need, pussy scarlet and gaping, desire obvious as it
glistened at her core: Is your muff shaved?
   Then the mind-reel rolled forward, her lips tight over my dick as she
looked up at me with limpid brown eyes, the corruption almost dragging a
groan from my chest.
   "Ariana, I can't," I said with a gasp.  "Please, darling, let's not talk
anymore."
   "Are you hard?" my step-daughter intoned.
   I sat up, frustration exploding inside me.  "Jesus Christ, woman," I
snapped.  "Will you just stop it!  You're driving me nuts."
   Then the guilt wrenched in my guts once again.  I heard the girl's
sniffles, the ire dissolving immediately.
   It was insanity to do so, but I lay back down in the bed, turning away
from Ariana so I was laid on my side.
   "I can't cuddle face-to-face," I informed her.  "But you can spoon into
me if you want to."
   Nothing happened for several long moments.  There were a couple of
sniffs and some movement, which I presumed was Ariana wiping her eyes.
   Then she tucked in behind me and arm going over my torso.
   "Thank you," she whispered, then kissed the nape of my neck.
   "You don't have to leave," I quietly replied, then lay awake while I
listened to the girl breathe.
   It took a great effort of will not to turn and start kissing her mouth.
I thought about Ariana's stalled response as she came up from slumber.  I
could have my mouth on her cunt before she knew what was going on.
   "Jesus," I mumbled, imagining the taste of her essence, my mind full of
how tight she'd be around my girth if I slid my cock into her pussy.
   *
   We got through to Saturday without further embarrassment.  The
middle-of-the-night chat wasn't mentioned at all during the time
in-between. I waited for Ariana to bring up the subject of my body's
traitorous responses, but she just didn't.
   The signalling system had an effect.  If I felt the urge, I'd hang a
towel outside the bedroom door, fire up the laptop, and wank myself crazy.
It was an odd mix of feelings during those times, with part of me wanting
Ariana to walk in while another part detested myself for the idea.
   Funny, though, how the clips I chose to masturbate to featured pretty
young women with dark, chestnut hair and innocent features.
   It worked for the girl also.  If I saw the towel in place, I knew not to
enter.  But there was certainly a desire to do so.  I thought about opening
the door to catch Ariana at play, but couldn't follow up on the idea.
   Saturday morning saw me leaving the bed, with my step-daughter down
under the quilt.
   "Just got some work to do," I informed her.
   "See you later," she mumbled.
   I said I'd be back around midday, inviting Ariana to treat the place as
her own.  After that I had breakfast, then drove to the industrial complex
on the outskirts of town.
   Being a weekend, there were few distractions, and I managed to get
everything done in the office, locking up and leaving at just after ten.
   When I got home I found the girl in the small kitchen, wrapped in a
towel, her hair a damp mess of stringy rat tails.
   "Early," she said, spooning cereals into her mouth.
   "Yep," I nodded.  "Be back in a sec."
   And that's when I saw it, when I went through to the bathroom, as I
stood at the toilet and pissed I happened to glance at the shower, the
cubicle door open, the grotesque thing suction-cupped to the wall.
   "Fuck me," I gasped, the alien shape not registering the first time I
looked.  I did the old double-take and almost sent a stream of pee over my
shoes, the realisation dawning as I gaped in surprise.
   It just hung there, arcing down because of the weight of its bulb, like
a glory-hole specimen all criss-crossed with veiny protrusions.
   "Oh shit, I'm so sorry," I heard.  "I didn't think ...  I didn't mean to
leave it there..."
   "I'm peeing!" I cried, swivelling my head to see the girl framed in the
door.
   "But-" she began.
   "Get out!" I yelled.
   It was a chaotic few seconds as I absorbed the shock of finding the
oversized dildo stuck to the tiles and tried to aim straight in the bowl.
   Ariana's continued presence did nothing to help, the girl going on about
how sorry she was.
   "Oh God, how humiliating," she wailed, palms at her cheeks.
   I was reminded of the moment she'd pressed the television remote and
seen the porn on the screen.  "Yeah, well now you know how it feels," I
replied, unable to help the smug tone.
   My stream finally tapered and died.  I shook and tucked and zipped up my
flies, then turned to face Ariana face-on.
   "Jesus," I said, my stare fixed on the dildo.  "That's so bloody ugly."
   "Shit, oh fuck, don't go on about it," the girl said as she rushed into
the bathroom.  "I'm sorry," she squeaked, tugging the thing, the sucker
proving too strong at her first try.  "Come on, Ariana insisted, yanking
again.
   The thing came free with a loud, sucking pop, it's size exaggerated in
Ariana's small fist.  The dildo waggled about as she looked around in
sudden desperation for somewhere to put it, her eyes darting everywhere.
   "What are you doing back so fucking early?" my step-daughter hissed
through clenched teeth.  "This is so fucking awful..."
   "Look," I said as I tried to placate her.  "It isn't such a big deal -
not as big as that, anyway," I quipped.
   Ariana gaped at me, eyes round while her eyebrows arched up to the
ceiling.
   "You can joke about this?" she said on a gasp.
   "Calm down," I replied.  "I know how it feels, remember?  You've caught
me out twice.  How do you think I felt when that happened?"
   I was surprised at how quickly my reasoning returned to normal speed.  I
found I was calm and collected, the shock wearing off.
   "Yes, but that was different," Ariana informed me.  Her shoulders
slumped, the dildo still in her hand.  "This is about me ...  I'm so
embarrassed you've seen this bloody great thing."
   I gulped when the reality sunk in: my petite step-daughter and a dildo
that size?  Jesus, I thought, how can she take it?
   "Look, calm down ...  Go back to your breakfast.  I'm just going to
shower and change.  We can talk about this over a pub lunch, if you want to
- or we won't mention it again, whatever suits you."
   Ariana stared at me for a time, the lump of moulded rubber clenched in
her fist.
   "I don't bloody believe it," she muttered to herself.  "Why does this
keep happening...?"
   "Why does what keep happening?"
   Ariana blinked at me, her focus coming back to the present.  "The porn
and the shorts ...  Now this..."
   I shrugged and said, "It's a small flat."
   The girl heaved a sigh, the action raising the hem of the towel.
   "Look," I croaked, unable to stop myself from gawping at her thighs.  An
inch higher and I'd have seen her pussy.  "Let me get showered.  You take
time to calm down.  It'll be fine, Ariana," I promised.  "We're both
adults. We can make a way through all this.  Don't forget," I continued,
"you've had an emotional time - what, with your mother and Robert..."
   The tears welled in her eyes.  A moment later I found myself with Ariana
wrapped in my arms.
   "It's been awful," she snuffled, my cock going hard in an instant.
   I didn't know what to do with my arms.  Encircling the girl seemed like
a bad idea.  Touching her bare skin most definitely wouldn't be good for
me.
   Forcing down on the urges rising within, I hugged Ariana, even kissing
the top of her head, her hair still damp from the shower.
   "I know it's been grim," I replied, allowing her thirty seconds before
gently easing her away from the embrace.  "It's been a hard time for me as
well, although I did bring it all on myself."
   Ariana sniffed and cuffed at her eyes, then mumbled, "What are we going
to do?"
   My first thought was I could tug at her towel; after that I didn't have
a clue.  I could see myself just pulling it away from her body, her breasts
and her vulva revealed.
   "You're getting out of here," I gurgled.  "Put that thing away
somewhere. I'm going to shower ...  And then I'm taking you out for a
change of scene."
   That seemed the best idea to me: getting out of the flat and into some
public space for distraction.
   "Go on," I urged, jutting my chin at the door.  "Ten minutes.  Get
dressed."
   I set the shower to run and left my clothes on the floor.  My eyes went
to the spot where the dildo had clung to the wall.  I tried to push the
scene out of my head, but still found myself tugging my dick, the thrill of
it sweet through its length while I imagined my step-daughter thrusting
back onto the large rubber cock.
   What sounds did she make as she fucked onto the dildo?  Did she swear
and groan and sob out her pleasure?  And what about her expression?  Did
those elfin features grimace with lust?  Did she screw up her face and
grunt in delight?
   I wondered if the girl mauled at her breasts and rubbed at her bean - or
did she get there by penetration alone?
   It didn't take long for the rush of my climax to burst from my cock.  I
cranked at myself, knees almost buckled as the stuff spurted forth, thick
gobs of goo which spattered against the tiled wall, blobs of the stuff
swirling into the water before being sucked down the drain.
   "You hot little bitch," I gasped through clenched teeth.  "God, I want
to fuck you ...  I want to fuck your tight little pussy..."
   I carried on wanking as the pleasure subsided, sucking in air while
looking around me in shock.  It was the most vehement orgasm I'd
experienced in ages, the pleasure intense as I thought about my
step-daughter's body.
   "Get a fucking grip," I admonished myself, washing my dick clean of cum.
"Stop it.  Stop it, now..."
   I resolved not to do it again.  From that moment on it would be nothing
but clean thoughts regarding the girl.  It would only be for a few more
days, the, when she moved out, I could get back to my normal routine.
   So, resolute because I'd been recently purged of my need, I dried off
and wrapped the towel around my waist, then opened the door to the bedroom
beyond.
   "I was just getting changed," my step-daughter squeaked, her hands at
her breasts.
   "Oh shit, I'm sorry," I said, backing into the en-suite.  "I didn't
mean..."
   And then Ariana cut me short by blurting a laugh.  "This is crazy," she
said, shaking her head, a wry grin on her face.  "You've seen me in my
undies and a bikini before ...  We sleep in the same bed.  Look," added the
girl, her hands falling away.  "I'm tired of messing about.  These are my
tits.  I don't care if you see them.  I'm sure you've seen bigger boobs in
your time, anyway."
   I gawked at the girl, her breasts small yet so very appealing, small
circles of areolae tipped by cute pebble nipples.
   "God," I croaked, unable to stop the words.  "You're absolutely edible."
   I don't think she expected quite that response.  Ariana gawped in
surprise, mouth hanging open.
   "You're not supposed to say that, the girl said on a murmur.  "I was
only showing you because it's been driving me mental.  All this
pussy-footing around.  I thought, if we saw one another naked-"
   "Naked?" I asked as desire slithered and slid deep inside.  "Take your
knickers off then."
   She studied me for what felt like a very long time.  My step-daughter's
eyes stayed fixed on my face while whatever she thought went through her
mind.
   "I ...  I don't know if that's a good idea," she informed me in a very
small voice.
   I gulped and replied with, "Why not?  It was yours."
   "Because you'll have to take off that towel.  If I'm nude, you have to
be too."
   "All right," I nodded, something dark and illicit clamping my guts.
   "What are we doing?" Ariana mumbled, her thumbs in the waistband.
   I pulled a face and said, "I don't know."
   We stared at each other, time and space meaningless all of a sudden. 
Experience condensed.  Nothing else mattered except us in that moment.
   "This is dangerous," my step-daughter moaned, slipping her underwear
down.
   I boggled at her bare vulva, all that remained of her bush was a
precisely sculpted triangle at the apex of her cleft.
   A shimmy and her knickers were down at her feet.  "Your turn," she said,
kicking the scrap of cotton aside.
   "Wuh-we can't do anything," I mumbled, not quite believing I was about
to unveil.
   Ariana nodded and breathed, "I know," her stare set on my cock.
   *
   Time stretched, turning elastic as we just looked at each other.
   Then, with a great effort of will - which was probably aided by the fact
I'd just come - I gulped and said, "Well, we've got that out of the way ...
Shall we get dressed and go to the pub?"
   Ariana blinked a few times.  She sucked on her lower lip, her expression
doing nothing to ease my torment.
   I was on the verge of rushing in to grab at her body.  I thought about
tumbling the girl onto the bed and spreading her thighs.  I had an idea to
get in between her legs and gaze at her sex, then give it a lick just to
listen to her moan as I tasted her essence.
   But, before I could act, the atmosphere cooled when my step-daughter
shrugged and mumbled, "Yeah, I suppose we better..."
   We were both silent as I moved into the room, making my way to the
opposite side of the bed to the girl while she squatted to retrieve her
underwear.  I kept my back to her as I pulled on my boxers, selecting light
cargo pants and a tee-shirt to go out in.  When I turned, Ariana was
covered again, her breasts covered by a bra and the filmy bootlace top,
legs bare beneath a short denim skirt.
   "I'll leave my hair loose," my step-daughter said, avoiding my eyes, the
awkwardness a lead weight in the pit of my stomach.
   I couldn't think of anything to say beyond a simple, "Okay," then
watched as the girl tightened the straps of a pair of high-heeled shoes
round her ankles.
   The effect of those heels on her legs was outstanding.  The brevity of
the skirt exaggerated their length, the girl's thighs all lean and tanned
dragging my attention to their shine and their shape.
   A quick pout at the lip-gloss and Ariana was ready, my cock already
thick when I took in the blouse and the skirt and her innocent looks.  I
recalled the pale outline of where her bikini had covered her body on some
recent blue-sky holiday.  Her tits had been so succulent and tempting, her
neat vulva a torment to a step-father's gaze.
   "Will I do?" giggled the girl, striking a pose, cocking one hip, a hand
on her pelvis as she tilted her head and gave me a wink.
   "Lovely," I said, not daring to say what was really on my mind.  "Let's
go before it gets busy."
   It was a short walk to the rejuvenated dockside, the old warehouses I
remembered being so busy when I was younger now demolished, the whole area
face-lifted into hipster bars, a cinema complex, and myriad chain-eateries.
   I caught my step-daughter getting a few looks, hungry-eyed males of all
ages giving her legs and swinging hips the once over.  There were a few
appreciative glances at her little boobs and delicate face, the jealousy
curdling inside me when I thought about any of them touching her body.
   "You're quiet," the girl said after we found an outside table, sitting
ourselves into tubular aluminium seats.
   "Sorry," I said, what would you like to drink?"
   My step-daughter didn't answer the question.  Instead she asked one of
her own: "Is it because of what happened?"
   Caught on the hop, I paused to gather my thoughts.  "A little," I told
her, "but most of it is to do with blokes perving at you."
   Her yes went round when I said it.  Ariana looked at me for a second or
two, then chuckled and said, "Are you going all protective over me now,
Damien?" Her eyes twinkled, cheeks dimpling when she grinned and added, "Is
daddy looking after me?"
   She must have seen something in my expression after she'd said it.  I
felt the clutch of something taboo, a deep, visceral need that made me want
to lean in and kiss my step-daughter's mouth.  It was such an intense
feeling I think I might have even let out a low moan of desire.
   Whatever it was the girl saw or heard, she blinked a couple of times,
her eyes siding away at the same time as her grin.
   "That was a silly thing to say, wasn't it?" she mumbled.
   Lust surged through me, my cock going hard despite my recent
masturbatory pleasures.  I was just about to gurgle that she could say it
again, that I wanted to watch her face as she called me daddy, that I
wanted her to shout it out later on when we got back to the flat and I
fucked into her cunt, but the obscenity never got uttered because a cute,
ebullient girl arrived to take our drinks order.
   The moment has passed by the time Ariana ordered her vodka and lemonade,
a pint of pale-ale for me.  We sat there and made an attempt at normal
conversation.  I asked about Sarah's return and told Ariana about the flow
of business in and out of the factory I owned.
   The drinks arrived and we sipped and soaked up the midday sun, the
girl's legs outstretched a distraction for me.
   We avoided any references to what we'd done or said or seen since my
step-daughter's arrival at my front door.  With both of us playing it safe
to avoid any further embarrassment.
   Two drinks later however, things loosened up.
   And that's when it all fell apart.
   *
   I felt the two-beer buzz, my step-daughter grinning at me, eyes
glittering with devilment.
   "Let's go back to the flat," Ariana suggested, to which I agreed.
   I had a twinge of doubt at the back of my mind, knew we were playing
with fire, but the warmth of the day, the ale and the recklessness I felt
growing inside me when I saw the girl's grin blew any caution aside.
   "That was nice," my step-daughter purred, hooking an arm through mine as
we walked along the bright streets.
   "It was," I agreed, disturbed by the physical contact, unwilling to
break away despite the discomfort I felt.
   "You know what I'd like to do when we get home?"
   I'd sensed this was coming, and there was a catch in my voice when I
replied, "No, what?"
   "Drink more vodka," she said.  Then, after a pause: "...and look at some
porn."
   It was my impression the girl didn't mean to do the usual thing - to
take the laptop into the bedroom and go at it in private, and, as it turned
out, as she moved to the kitchen to mix the drinks, my step-daughter told
me to set up the computer through the TV.
   "Pick something filthy," she said, ice dropping into two glasses.
   I gaped at Ariana as she poured in the spirit, an over-generous measure
by a long way, with barely enough space left at the top for a splash of
lemonade.
   I knew there and then it was likely to get silly.  That much alcohol
mixed in with porn...?
   Yes, it was bound to turn nasty.
   "You mean you want to watch it in here?" I asked her, my cock getting
hard.
   My step-daughter shrugged, grinning at me.  She came into the lounge and
gave me a drink.
   "Cheers," the girl said, raising her glass before taking a sip.  "And
yes," she went on, "let's watch it together."
   "I don't know about that." I might have been aroused, but doubts still
assailed me.
   Ariana laughed and shook her head, expression filled with pity.  "Why
not?" she asked, a challenge in her tone.  "You scared, or something?"
   I was struggling to maintain my sense of morality - the idea of watching
people fuck on screen while in the company of a very attractive young woman
wasn't exactly without some appeal.  But, the fact was I'd been married to
her mother; I'd known Ariana since she thought Barbie was queen.  It simply
wasn't the right thing to do.
   "You're my daughter," I groaned, resolve slipping away as I looked at
the girl's face.
   "Not exactly," she said, rolling her eyes.  "We're not blood ...  And,
anyway, I'm only asking for us to watch some dirty movies together. 
Nothing weird is going to happen."
   I couldn't believe she'd just said that.  Wasn't it weird enough looking
at porn together?
   "Don't kid me on, Ariana," I said, deliberately harsh in my tone. 
"You're playing with me.  How do you think this is going to go?  We have
another drink, watch porn ...  What happens when we get turned on?"
   "We have a nice little wank," my step-daughter said.  She gulped at her
drink, swallowing a hefty draught before adding, "I don't care if you watch
me playing with my pussy.  I'm not embarrassed about you seeing me do it."
   It was a watershed moment, a pivotal comment my step-daughter uttered.
My response to the direct reference to us masturbating in front of one
another was crucial.  A fork in the road, so-to-speak.
   "Ariana," I groaned, my cock pulsing with need.  "Are you mad?  I can't
sit there and watch you do that?"
   "Why not?" the girl asked, eyes full of scorn, lip curled with contempt.
She really was pushing the issue.
   I blamed the drink as she went on with, "We do it behind closed doors.
We both know what's going on.  You've seen me nude, I've seen your cock..."
   "Oh Jesus," I breathed, shaking my head, incredulous down to my toes. 
"We can't," I croaked as the mind-reel rolled.  "Ariana, think about what
it is you're saying.  Just think about all the things that could happen."
   "Don't worry," the girl immediately shot back.  "There's no chance I'm
going to do anything bad.  It isn't like I'll let you touch me, or anything
like that."
   I stared at her, anger a scalding hot wave.  "You arrogant bitch," I
hissed at the girl.  "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
   "Just set up the telly," she said.  "I'm going to watch people shagging.
I'm just in the mood.  You don't have to join me if you don't want to..."
   I thought about it for a single beat, looking at Ariana, mixed emotions
battling inside me.
   "You want to watch porn with your step-father?" I asked her.
   "It'll be fun," Ariana replied, a grin splitting her face.
   "You're mad."
   "You're scared."
   "All right," I said, swigging down half of my drink.
   Insanity gripped me, a reckless wave of ire and lust.  It was an insane
thing to be doing, but I wasn't going to let the smug little cow get the
better of me.
   *
   "You sitting here?" my step-daughter asked.  She patted the seat
alongside her, the laptop and TV flicking to life in lewd synchronisation.
   I glanced at the space on the two-seater, shaking my head in refusal.
   "No," I said to the girl.  "I'll just stand for a while."
   She looked at me, a frown wrinkling her brow.  Then Ariana shrugged and
said, "Up to you," before settling back to watch the proceedings.
   I'd purposely chosen a clip featuring a man in his 50s with a girl in
her late teens.  He was quite well presented in a shirt and tie, grey hair
trimmed short.  He looked like a well-to-do businessman, stylish
spectacles, his manner confident and engaging, a quick, pleasant smile.
   The man spoke to the camera, a woman operating the equipment bantering
in reply as they had this little to-and-fro, introducing the girl as
Marissa from Poland.
   The girl sauntered in, fully aware of her sexual allure.  They'd dressed
her up in precipitous heels and hold-up stockings, the rest of her bare. 
To say she had a superb physique would be an understatement: Marissa was
nothing short of stunning, the word suiting her perfectly.
   "Bloody hell, she's gorgeous," my step-daughter breathed.  "And she's
going to fuck that old man!"
   "Less of the old," I said in response, watching Marissa and the old
geezer kiss.  I wished I was him - damn but wouldn't it be sweet to have
the girl's taut flesh under my palms, her tongue exploring my mouth.
   "He's older than you," Ariana shot back.
   "Not much," I replied, my eyes fixed on the screen.
   "I love it when they start talking dirty," the girl said after a minute
of watching the girl wanking the man's considerable size.  "It makes me all
gooey.  The dirty stuff really gets me hot, you know ...  daddy."
   My step-daughter threw me a glance, her eyes flicking to the bulge in my
trousers.
   She grinned at my face and then purred, "Horny, are you?"
   I thought I'd stick the knife in by saying, "Look at her, she's bloody
lovely.  Isn't she gorgeous, and what a body."
   Ariana's eyes went back to the screen.  She pouted and nodded and said,
"Fake boobs.  I don't have much, but at least they're mine."
   "And they're exquisite," I told her, the compliment coming out on a rush
of desire.
   "My tits?" Ariana replied.
   I gulped and croaked out a, "Yes."
   The girl smirked and, while Marissa sat on the edge of an armchair to
suck on the man's cock, peeled off the bootlace blouse, her hands going
back to unclasp her bra.
   "I don't know about you, but I'm getting naked." my step-daughter said
as she thrust her chin at the screen to where Marissa gommed and slurped,
the man smirking and smug, his dick in her face.  "I'm gonna watch these
two and play with myself."
   "Oh Jesus," I moaned when the girl rose to her feet and unzipped the
skirt, the denim and her underwear going down to her feet.
   "I'll keep the shoes on," my step-daughter informed me.  "It makes me
feel even more horny this way.  I feel like I'm one of those girls getting
dicked in front of a camera."
   Then she flopped back onto the sofa, leaning back while spreading her
thighs, her hand going down to her sex.
   *
   Carnal overload took me.  I looked at the screen and saw the man was
down on his knees, his tongue splitting labia all shiny with need.  He
smiled at the girl's clit and winked to the camera, his operator making a
lewd comment, speculation about how Marissa would taste.
   "She's sweet," said the man after sucking the nub through his teeth and
probing her core with his tongue.
   He dabbed at the opening, the girl's tummy tensing as she gasped and
stroked his hair.  I don't know how truthful she was as she gazed down at
the man lapping her sex and told him it felt so good, but it looked like
adoration in her expression to me.
   Marissa was bent up in her seat, her bottom hanging over the precipice
while the man had her knees shoved back to her shoulders.  The woman
operating the camera spoke to the girl, with Marissa's hot-eyed stare going
to the lens.
   Marissa nodded and gulped, sucking a deep draught of air as she groaned
and rolled her eyes.  "He licks me good," she mumbled, her accent slanting
the words.  "I like it.  I like it when he licks my pussy."
   My step-daughter moaned, taking my focus from the Polish girl on the
television to where Ariana was robustly fucking two fingers into herself.
   "Damien..." she mumbled, pausing to let her mouth hang open, a gasp
issuing forth.  "...Daddy," my step-daughter added, groaning and sighing
and spreading her thighs.  "I want you to lick me like he's doing her. 
Please," she went on with a squeak.  "Just come here and lick me right
here."
   She flaunted her cunt, a finger pointing to the scarlet flesh of her
tight little clit.
   "Taste my pussy," Ariana said on a moan.  "I'm so fucking horny..."
   "Ariana," I gurgled, "I can't ...  I'm sorry," I gasped, I shouldn't be
here."
   My step-daughter grunted and slid three fingers into her body.
   "You know what I did in the shower before?"
   I gaped at the girl, my attention set on where her body squelched and
farted around those probing digits.
   "Nuh-no," I moaned in response, knowing I should get out of that room,
out of the flat.
   "I fucked onto that big dildo and wished it was you.  I thought about
you fucking me, daddy.  I know you were hard in bed the other night.  I
wanted to climb on your cock and just fuck until we both came..."
   The daddy came out on a sigh, her use of the word sending a huge rush of
almost uncontrollable lust surging through me.  I actually pawed at myself,
my hand squeezing my cock when I heard it, the look on her face bringing a
moan from my throat.
   "No more, Ariana," I whispered.  "Please, don't say anything else."
   To which the girl simply smirked, the fingers coming out of her pussy.
She sat up, her body so tempting, the fingers outstretched.
   "Suck them," the girl purred, slipping the middle digit between her own
lips.  "Taste me," she cooed."
   And, weakened, I did.  I couldn't take any more.  I couldn't resist.
   "Oh, daddy," the girl murmured, her fingers in my mouth.  "Now you've
just got to lick me."
   *
   Thoughts and impressions tumbled and swirled, senses competing for my
attention.  I heard Marissa squeaking and moaning, the woman behind the
camera making some comment about the man's cock as he fucked into the
girl's body.
   "I wanna do that with you," my step-daughter squawked.  "Oh shit, he's
fucking her, daddy!  Look at that.  She's letting that old bastard shag
her."
   The guilt rushed away when I turned my head to see just what it was that
had excited the girl: the sight of the man - faintly ridiculous in his
socks and shirt and tie, his skinny thighs exposed - with his big dick
sliding halfway out of Marissa's body.
   The Polish girl was still scrunched up, Ariana's position mimicking
hers. Marissa's chin was on her chest, her eyes upturned so she could look
at the man's features contorted with whatever it was he was feeling as he
fed the long shaft back into her cunt.
   "I wanna fuck that way, too," Ariana moaned, her gaze set on the screen,
her fingers working her bean.
   "But you said there was no way you were going to let me touch you," I
said, looking at my step-daughter's face.
   "I lied," Ariana told me, two fingers scissored either side of her clit.
"I was always gonna fuck you ..." she said with a gasp, her boobs barely
trembling as her body spasmed with pleasure.  "I've thought about you
pulling your dick ...  And I thought about the time I picked up your shorts
...  I've been thinking about you and mum fucking, I've heard you shagging
before, you know.  I thought about you fucking her and decided I'd try to
seduce you.  It was just so bloody dirty finding those shorts dripping with
spunk.
   "I wanted you to burst into the bedroom when I was fingering myself.  I
thought you'd try it on if you knew I was looking at porn and wanking ...
But you didn't," the girl said with a pout.
   "Ariana," I mumbled, confused by it all.
   "I left that dildo stuck to the wall on purpose.  All that other shit
was just me pretending ...  Oh, daddy..." she moaned, lower lip between her
teeth as she gazed at me for several long seconds, her finger inside her
body.  "Isn't it kinky," my step-daughter added, dropping an eyelid onto
her cheek in a slow, lascivious wink.  "Calling you 'daddy' ...  Isn't it
just so fucking nasty."
   "You shouldn't-" I started, then gave it up.  In truth, her use of the
word had me bursting with need.
   Ariana chuckled and levered upright so she could reach out and grab my
belt.  She lifted her rump off the seat and pulled me in closer, a hand
hooked at the nape of my neck.
   "Kiss me," my step-daughter murmured, a hand mauling her breasts.  "I
want to do everything with you," she added, her stare holding my gaze, her
fingers tight on the back of my neck.  "I want to suck you; I want to
fuck...
   "I want to feel you come inside me...
   "We can pretend I'm not on the pill.  I want you to tell me how tight I
am and how good it feels to pump jizm into my unprotected womb..."
   "Ariana!" I blurted, shocked by what she was saying.  "What's happened
to you?" I knew I should push her away.  I knew I shouldn't stay there like
that, our foreheads touching while my step-daughter grunted her needs and
desires.
   Ariana snickered, the sound low and clandestine.  "Did you think I was
such a sweet girl?  Did you?  This is what I'm like, daddy.  I'm a
perverted bitch with an itchy cunt," she groaned.  "Now kiss me and lick me
down there.  Get down on my pussy.  I wanna come on your face..."
   *
   I sucked at Ariana's tongue, kissing the girl while we both snorted and
gasped, her moans bursting into my open mouth as I savoured the velvety
texture of her skin under my fingers.
   "If my mother and Robert could see us now," my step-daughter whined. 
She still kept her stare locked on my gaze, her nose all wrinkled as she
sobbed out her need.  "Daddy," she gasped, "please lick my pussy.  Please
lick my clit and finger my cunt..."
   I growled and leaned in to kiss her again.  When I pulled back, I looked
at her face, emotion surging inside me.
   "You're incredible," I said on a gasp.  "So bloody gorgeous..." I went
to my knees and gazed at her body, not believing it was her I was seeing. I
heard the incredulity in my tone when I moaned out, "Dear God.  "I never
realised how lovely you are.  I mean, I knew you were pretty," I went on
while shaking my head.  "But I never saw you as a woman before..."
   The girl smirked and replied.  "Oh, I'm a woman, all right.  I'm a woman
with a hungry wet cunt," Ariana continued, her language a cold-water shock.
"Make me come and we can go through to the bedroom.  I'm finished looking
at porn..."
   I turned to follow her sight-line, seeing Marissa was now on her knees,
the man fucking his dick between her thick, puffy labia, the girl fingering
her clit as her big tits shivered and shook, the twin globes hanging
beneath her, the man going in hard, his fingers digging into the flesh of
her hips.
   "...  I wanna watch us together," Ariana continued.  "I wanna look in a
mirror and watch your cock going in.
   "We could make our own porn, couldn't we, daddy?  We could get someone
to film us and sell it out there!"
   "You're crazy," I gasped, stunned at the thought.
   "Lick me," my step-daughter gurgled, the innocence in her expression
replaced by a feline grin as she pushed at my shoulder and forced my face
to her vulva.
   *
   I took up the challenge.  Now that we'd crossed the line into the murky
waters of near-incestuous love - and there might as well have been blood
between us as far as I was concerned - I was fully committed to sin.  I
wanted it all, revelled in the filth and depravity of what Ariana had said.
Her calling me 'daddy' as I emptied my balls into her body had triggered
some dark, atavistic response.  Something foul slithered and snickered in a
long-ignored corner of my mind.
   Your daughter, it whispered on a waft of corruption.  She might as well
be your own ...  And you're going to stick your dick into her cunt.  Look
at that face ...  Isn't she sweet?  Doesn't she taste so fucking good? 
Make the little tart come and then fuck her tight little snatch.  Dump cum
into her womb and listen to her babble on about fucking a baby inside
her...
   "My God," I groaned to myself, stirring the girl's insides with my
fingers, rubbing her right where she squealed she loved it best.
   "Daddy," my step-daughter gasped, her weight on her elbows and forearms
as she stared down at where I was working her pussy.  "Keep fingering me
there, right on that place.
   "I ...  I'll come if you keep rubbing me there.
   "Oh shit, oh fucking hell," squealed the girl, hips working as I kept on
going at her body, my tongue at her nub.
   "God yes, that's it," Ariana continued, moaning and gasping, eyes round
as she continued to watch.  "I'm there, oh daddy, I'm gonna come.  Keep
fucking rubbing me right in that place.
   "Keep going," she squeaked, shocked eyes now fixed on my face.  Ariana
gulped down on the feeling apparently bursting inside her.  "I'm coming,"
she snorted, leaning in to slap the flats of four fingers over her clit. 
"I'm so fucking coming!"
   I watched as she juddered and shook, sucking on her lower lip while her
eyes glazed over and her head lolled back.
   Ariana snorted and sobbed, fucking onto my fingers, a huge bellow
bursting out of her chest.
   That's when I looked from her face to her pussy, her insides actively
forcing the digits out of her body.
   "Oh fuck!" my step-daughter squeaked, a long squirt of liquid pissing
out of her sex.  "It's so fucking good," the girl said on a whimper, her
stare set on where another burst jetted out of her body.
   Ariana jack-knifed at the waist, her nails raking the front of my
tee-shirt, great moans and sobs of delight coming up from deep inside her
chest.
   "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," she wailed, the announcement
totally unnecessary as she took over proceedings, shoving two fingers into
her pussy, fucking herself through it, those digits coming out smeared with
her lust.
   "Oh Jesus," my step-daughter gasped when it finally ended.  She sucked
in deep breaths and blinked at my face.  "Oh Damien ...  oh, daddy," she
drawled.  "Do you want to taste this?"
   I sucked at the stuff all over her fingers, my need so dark and
desperate as I went down and slurped at her wet thighs, licking her cunt
and making her whine: "Not my clit.  I can't take any more on my clit."
   "I'm going to fuck your cunt inside out," I said on a growl, lust
overwhelming any last vestige of reluctance I might have.  I was lewd and
crude as the girl seemed to favour, pawing my dick while watching her face.
I rose to my feet and jerked my head at the bedroom.  "Get your sweet arse
in there.  I'm going to fuck you 'til you squeal, Ariana.  You want me to
come in your cunt?"
   I saw her throat work, her eyes huge as she gasped, "Keep talking dirty,
I love it.  Use my pussy, daddy.  I'm your little girl, use my cunt as you
want to.  You own me."
   "I've never-" I gasped, awed by the filth my step-daughter used.
   "My mother not filthy enough for you?" Ariana replied, her shoes going
to the floor.  "What was she, just big tits and a great gaping cunt?"
   I recovered enough to say, "She's a good fuck, to be fair."
   "But not as filthy as me?"
   I swallowed heavily, absorbing the detail of my step-daughter's body as
she rose to her feet.
   "No," I admitted, the girl moving in for a kiss.
   "Let's go to bed," Ariana said on a whisper.  "I want you all bare so we
can fuck..."
   *
   She grinned at me from the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, weight on
her elbows as Ariana lay on her back.
   "Shoes on or off?" the girl asked, lifting a foot to show off the heel.
   I was hopping around, my attempts at disrobing a farce as I struggled to
get my cargo pants off over my boots.
   Ariana blurted a laugh at my efforts, then went on to drawl, "The girls
in porn wear the most ridiculous shoes ...  I think I'll get some nice
heels," she added, looking at me, before saying, "For when we make our own
dirty film..."
   I fell onto the bed, a squeak coming out of the girl.  I swore and
muttered further obscenities, yanking my boots off before tugging at my
trousers, eager to get naked so I could plunder my lovely step-daughter's
pussy.
   When I was finally nude, Ariana was laid on her side, her feminine shape
emphasised by the jut of her hip, the curve of her waist and her breasts.
   She rested her head on a fist and blinked those brown eyes and glanced
at my cock.  "Want me to suck you?"
   Ariana didn't await a reply.  She moved quickly, easing over the bed on
her tummy, a hand going out to my dick while she laid an arm over my
thighs, her torso raised at an angle.
   "My daddy's big dick," the girl muttered, caressing the shaft with a few
gentle strokes.
   "Shit," I gasped when she quickly ducked in, her lips pursed over the
dome.  "Arry, my baby," I groaned.  "Yuh-you're really sucking my dick."
   "And I'm good at it, too," said the girl, winking at me while tugging my
length.  "Try not to come in my mouth.  I want you inside me, remember.  I
want us to fuck.  I want you to dump your spunk into my pussy."
   "You've got a foul mouth," I growled at the girl.
   "I love being dirty," she said, going back down to suck on my length,
her lips coming off with an audible pop.  "I love being a bad girl," my
step-daughter cooed while smirking up at my face.
   She held my stare as she licked my whole length from the tip to my
balls, her pink tongue sliding up once again, her eyes taunting me as she
sucked at the head, cheeks concave with the effort.
   "Tell me you love me," murmured the girl, her tongue swirling before she
spat on my dick.  "Tell me you love your daughter, daddy ...  Tell me you
want to fuck my tight little pussy."
   It was all getting too much.  I wanted to throw Ariana onto her back,
spread her taut thighs, and fuck into her body.
   I pulled her up to kiss her mouth, my step-daughter squeaking as she
kept on jacking my dick.
   "I want to fuck you," I said, staring the challenge into her eyes.
   "Oh, daddy," she groaned, wall-eyed with need.  "Just smash me," the
girl said on a moan.
   She went up off my body, moving around until she was laid on her back.
Ariana spread her legs and splayed her delicate folds, showing me her core
all glistening and pink, her inner thighs still slick with her cum.  I had
a moment to think the shoes were a nice touch, the girl's toes pointed, the
heels a menace to the bed.
   "Be careful," she lisped, batting her eyelids while feigning awe.  "I'm
tiny, daddy.  Your big cock might hurt me."
   I could tell by the glint in her eye she was making it up.  Then I
recalled the size of the dildo, the rubber cock she'd fucked onto while
thinking of me.
   Playing the game, I went up on my knees, shuffling in while jacking my
length.
   "I'll rip you apart with this thing.  You ready for me, my sweet
baby-girl?"
   "Please, daddy, just fuck me," she groaned.
   *
   I could see the expectancy in her expression when Ariana looked up at
me. I recognised the face, but not the need in her eyes.  The girl's face
was so familiar - my sweet step-daughter's mouth and nose and cheeks.  It
was just the lust I saw in her face.  I'd never seen that expression on
Ariana before, her front teeth pulling on her lower lip as she teased me
with her desire.
   "You're lovely," I mumbled, sliding the keel of my cock through her
folds, splitting the labia and sliding over her clit so a groan bubbled
forth.
   Ariana squirmed on the bed, her eyes going down to our bodies, to where
I kept on teasing her with my hard-on.
   She gulped and glanced up at me.  "Just put in," whispered my
step-daughter.  "Please, put it in."
   I held myself over her body, one arm straight, my hand on the bed while
holding my cock at the just right angle.
   As I prepared for the life-changing lunge, Ariana hooked a leg over my
shoulder, holding herself splayed, throat working on her desire.
   "Love me," whispered the girl, serious now the moment was here. 
"Damien, please..."
   "I do," I assured her, slipping half of it in.  "Oh fuck," I then spat
on a grimace.  "You're wet..."
   "I'm so fucking horny," Ariana replied.  "Just so fucking hot..."
   I paused to savour the moment, her face imprinting itself on my memory.
The girl gaped down at where her body accepted my length, her eyes flicking
up to my face.  She gulped and nodded, expression almost bewildered, like
she didn't know what was happening to her.
   "I love you," I groaned, leaning in to kiss her mouth as Ariana held
herself angled, her elbows and forearms tilting her torso.
   My free hand went to the back of her head.  I pulled Ariana in closer,
my tongue searching her mouth.
   "We're fucking," she moaned when the kiss broke.  Still with that
disbelieving look on her face, Ariana started to move, her pussy caressing
my length, the liquid squelch of our coupling coming up from between us.
   When my step-daughter shunted her hips back-and-forth, I started to go
with her, my cock going in to meet her thrust, little squeaks coming from
those Cupid's-bow lips.
   "Love me," Ariana murmured again.  "Don't start ramming it in.  Not yet,
Damian.  Love me first ...  Get me close and then smash my pussy as hard as
you want to."
   Choked on the sudden emotion, I moved in again, kissing the girl while
moving slowly, instinctively altering the depth and angle to make it as
good as I could for Ariana.
   My reward came from the sounds she made and the looks she gave me.  My
step-daughter cooed and purred, groaned and sighed, her eyes never leaving
my face as she mumbled tender endearments.
   "I knew you'd be good," she said on a moan.  "I heard my mum making a
fuss.  I knew you'd know how to fuck."
   "Your mother's gorgeous," I told her, "but you're just sublime." I knelt
upright, holding the girl's hips to keep myself buried inside her while
raking an appreciative stare all over her body.  "I love your cute tits," I
managed to groan.  "And what you've done to your fluff..."
   My step-daughter giggled and hooked both hands on my shoulders.  She
pulled herself up off the bed, looking along her frontage before meeting my
eyes with her own.
   "It's a cute little patch - isn't it, daddy," she teased.  "Fuck," the
girl added, mumbling the word.  "I love seeing your cock going in and out
like that.  Look at it, daddy," she squeaked, fucking onto my length. 
"Look at you all smeared with my pussy."
   She pulled me in for a hot kiss, gasping into my open mouth as we
rutted. Then, with a squeal and moan, Ariana uncoupled.  She slid off my
dick and rolled onto all fours.
   "I want to taste myself," my step-daughter said.  She crawled in and
ducked low, fingertips under my cock so she could angle it properly.  "When
you put it back in, I want to fuck like you mean it."
   I moaned out her name as Ariana's lips pursed over the dome, my length
going into her mouth, the buttery gloop of my step-daughter's arousal
smearing over the shaft.
   Ariana lapped and sucked and licked at my cock, glugging while gomming
the head, taking me down into her gullet.
   She gasped when I slid out, then coughed and spluttered and back-handed
the silvery drool away from her chin.
   "From behind," snarled the girl, turning to offer her rump.  "Let's fuck
like animals," she added, her hot gaze confronting me while she stared back
at me over on shoulder.
   I looked at her body, her waist barely creased she was so slim.
   The sight of her had me jacking my length.  I gaped at the rack of her
ribs and small breasts in three-quarter profile as she craned round to
confront me with her hot gaze.
   "You're so fucking gorgeous," I croaked before curling in to kiss one of
her buttocks.
   "Daddy!" the girl yelped when, unable to resist the lure of her body, I
splayed the cheeks of her arse and lapped at her sex.
   I slurped at my step-daughter, probing deep with my tongue as I tasted
her essence, her low groan and dark chuckle issuing forth when I dabbed at
the smudge of her sphincter.
   "God, oh Jesus," the girl sobbed.  "That's just so fucking filthy."
   I was mad for her body by then.  I licked at her taboo place while my
hands slid over her skin.  The texture of my step-daughter's flesh sent a
rush of desire through my core.  I was jacking my dick and snuffling away
at her rectum, my tongue occasionally flicking over her clit, a finger
working her cunt.
   The girl came as I went at her body.  She grunted and whined and told me
she loved me, the judders beginning as I continued to go at her, hard.
   I waited until she was properly snorting and squealing, then got in
behind her with my cock in my hand.
   Ariana went mental while I fucked her through that climax.  She clawed
at the bed and thrust back onto my cock.  My step-daughter alternated
between pressing her face into the cover and holding herself up on her
hands so she could corkscrew her hips and take all of my dick.
   "Please, don't stop fucking my pussy," my step-daughter wailed.  "Just
fuck it.  It's wet ...  Make it wetter, please, daddy.  Oh God, oh Jesus,"
she grunted.  "Don't stop fucking that pussy."
   She was tiny in my hands when my fingers went around her waist.  Ariana
was working hard at my cock, thrusting back so her flesh slapped at my
thighs.  I watched those buttocks ripple, the girl's hips shivering under
the onslaught.
   I held onto my step-daughter's body, fucking her with vigorous strokes,
the pleasure intense through my cock.
   When I groaned out about how good it felt to have her insides squeezing
my cock, when I burbled about being close to shooting my all, Ariana
reminded me by squealing, "I want your cum in my pussy.  I want you to fuck
a baby inside me."
   Well, that almost finished me off.  I'd forgotten about my
step-daughter's kink, her fantasy about me getting her pregnant.
   "But not from behind," my step-daughter snarled.  "I want to look at
your face when you come."
   "I don't know, Ariana," I groaned.  "I'm close as it is."
   "No!" the girl shouted, collapsing onto the bed on her front.
   I gawped down at my dick as the girl rolled away, wondering where she'd
gone.
   "Put it back in," my step-daughter crooned, legs going wide.  "Don't
stop fucking me, daddy," she urged, those eyes making me groan.  Ariana
rubbed at herself, imploring me to, "Put it back in.  Don't stop fucking.
Smash me," she groaned, wall-eyed with pleasure, a sob bursting out.  "Fuck
me and fill me with cum."
   I went at her just as she asked.  I used my strength and size and
superior position to batter my step-daughter's pussy.  She was frantic with
need, the urgency on her, with Ariana babbling on about jizm and babies and
how she wanted to feel me flood her insides.
   She gave me her innocent look, the one where she pulled her lower lip in
between her white teeth, her eyes huge and round, the expression one which
suggested she was amazed to find her step-father up to his nuts in her
cunt.
   "I'm a bad, wicked girl - aren't I, daddy?" she burbled, a finger
teasing her bean.  "My daddy's big cock in my tight little pussy ...  Am I
tight for you?" she croaked, throat working while I moaned in response to
the filth pouring out of her mouth.
   Her mother was vocal enough when she got going, but she wasn't anything
near as lewd as the girl, my step-daughter's insides sodden yet clenching,
her body squeezing my girth.
   "You're perfect," I mumbled, holding it in.  "Everything, sweetheart," I
moaned.  "You're just so fucking sweet."
   "Do you like fucking me, daddy?" she asked, cheeks dimpling as she
grinned into my face.  "Does it make you feel good to fuck my hot little
pussy?"
   The girl snarled and shunted her hips, head going back, hair loose on
the bed as she moaned out her pleasure.
   Then, when we locked stares, Ariana smirked and said, "You're a dirty
old perv.  You shouldn't be fucking that pussy.  Especially bareback,"
Ariana went on.  "Not when your cum could cause so much trouble.  There's
nothing to stop me getting pregnant.  If you come inside me, you'll plant a
seed in there, daddy."
   "God, Arry, stop it," I moaned.
   "Too good for you, is it?" she asked.
   "Too filthy," I sobbed, holding myself over her body, my cock like a
piston as I worked towards flooding her pussy with goo.
   "I love it that way," my step-daughter said, matching my thrusts with
jerks of her hips.  "I'm a filthy, dirty, nasty girl.  I'm wicked and
naughty and love fucking your cock."
   I sobbed out her name and collapsed onto my elbows.  Her calves squeezed
at my flanks as the rush burst from my cock.  The girl squeaked out she
knew I was coming, telling me again in very lewd terms about how she wanted
my seed in her pussy.
   Then I lost it all while we kissed, Ariana's hand down there between us,
her fingers rubbing her nub.
   I sobbed and grunted and felt the desire surge out of my core.  I
babbled about love and how gorgeous she was, my orgasm rolling while I spat
jizm into the girl.
   Finally, eventually, I slid out of her body, going up onto my knees to
gawp down at where the gloop slid from her opening, spunk dribbling through
the crease between her buttocks, cum staining the bed.
   "If you go to the wardrobe," my step-daughter gasped, two fingers
digging into her body, the digits slippery with cum.  "You'll find that big
dildo," she added.  Ariana paused to let out a groan, breasts barely
shivering when the sound burst from her chest.  "I want to fuck it into
your spunk," went on the girl.  I want you to watch me being naughty."
   My step-daughter used the great lump of moulded latex on her tight
little body.  The size of the thing was exaggerated by her diminutive
figure, her hands tiny as she held onto the lump with both hands, robustly
fucking it into her pussy.
   I stayed hard while watching the scene, her face and the noises she made
- as well as the sight of her cunt accepting that huge mass - revving my
engine.
   The girl sobbed and moaned and babbled obscenities, her orgasm hitting
her, hard.
   That was when I moved between her legs and eased the dildo out of her
body, covering the girl while slipping my cock into the mess.
   Her eyes opened wide when she felt me slide back inside, arms going
round me, her ankles crossed at my back.
   "Hello," the girl sighed, eyes dancing with pleasure.  "You're back,"
she murmured into my face.  "Kiss me and fuck me."
   Which is how we happened to start all over again.
   *
   We went slowly for a few minutes, my cock squelching through the goo I'd
left inside Ariana.  She looked at me in-between kisses, mumbling she loved
me and how glad she was that we'd finally done it.
   "I could tell it was a real struggle for you," my step-daughter
breathed, our bodies moving together.  "I wanted to jump you so many times
...  That night you were hard ...  Oh, God, Damien, I really wanted you to
turn round and fuck me.  I thought about grabbing your dick, but I was too
scared."
   I was over the girl, up on my palms, my cock moving slick in and out of
her body.  "You should have," I whispered, ducking in to kiss her mouth
before licking over her jaw and her throat down to her breast.  I sucked at
my step-daughter's nipples, taking each teat into my mouth, her gasps
spurring me on.  "I would've done it," I groaned, pleasure sublime.
   "Can I go on top now?" Ariana responded.  "I want to ride your dick.  I
want you to squeeze my boobs.  Please, Damien," Ariana went on.  "Can I be
in charge for a while?"
   I rolled off the girl, my cock smeared with gloop.  Ariana glanced at my
shaft, took another quick look, and then surprised me by going in to lick
spunk and her lust off its length.
   "You're just too bloody filthy," I grinned, getting used to her lewd
ways.
   "I told you," she said with a shrug.
   My step-daughter sat on the edge of the bed to unbuckle her shoes.  When
they were free, she cast them aside, getting up to her feet while leaving a
smear of jizm on the cover where she'd been sitting.  d On your back,
daddy," she drawled.  "I'm gonna climb on.  I want to ride on your cock..."
   I had pillows propped under my shoulders as Ariana climbed aboard.  She
held me upright and smeared the cock-head through labia gooey with love.
   "Oh fuck," the girl gasped when she sank down and took me in one easy
glide.  She gulped and blinked down at my face.  "I'm gonna come this way,"
she informed me, the words coming out clotted and thick, her face going
slack.
   Ariana used me like she'd used the big dildo.  It was all about her and
her pleasure - I meant nothing at all beyond a tool, quite literally, for
her to use to get herself off.  My step-daughter snorted and sobbed, head
lolling loose as she scrambled around with the soles of her feet flat on
the bed.  She squatted over my body, my hands on her waist to stop her from
toppling while babbling obscenities in a torrent of potty-mouthed filth.
   "We're gonna do porn," Ariana announced.
   I watched the spunk dribble out of her body, the goo sliding over my
balls as she jabbered on about the two of us fucking in front of a camera.
   "I wanna do it," she sobbed.  "I wanna make fuck-films with you..."
   I had no way of knowing if she meant what she said.  It could all just
be fantasy in the same vein as me knocking her up - but I couldn't be
certain, couldn't be sure.  Not with this girl, I was coming to realise. 
With Ariana, anything could happen.
   The girl rode up-and-down while I simply clung on, awed by the vehemence
with which she went at my cock.
   Ariana moved onto her knees, curling in forwards to shove her breast at
my mouth, her free hand working down at her sex, her fingers diddling her
clit as she goaded herself to her climax.
   "I love you," my step-daughter croaked as her orgasm took her away.
   *
   It was Monday afternoon when Susan rang.  When I heard the ringtone, I
felt a strange mix of emotions.  There was guilt at what I'd done with her
daughter and a rush of regret at what had happened between us to break up
our marriage.  I sat in my chair behind my desk in the office, staring down
at the phone, a surge of anger rippling through me when I thought about
what she was doing with Robert.
   But there was also some jealousy rolling around in there, too.  In a
perfect world Susan and I would've made up.
   "Can we talk?" she asked.
   "I thought we were," I said, going for cool and indifferent.
   I heard Susan sigh.  "Face-to-face, Damien."
   I pondered for a few beats, wondering what she could want.
   "All right," I said.  "Where and when?"
   "Now, I'm outside in the carpark."
   That surprised me.  "Oh," I said in reply, adding, "I suppose so," when
I couldn't think of any reasonable excuse to put her off.
   Did I want to see Susan or not?  I wasn't quite sure of the answer.
   She walked into the office, looking good in a pair of tight jeans and
pink blouse.  I couldn't help but feel a tingle of the old desire when I
saw my wife's heavy breasts rolling around under the cloth.
   She refused a coffee.  Susan sat in the chair on the far side of my
desk, crossing her legs while looking right at my face.
   In typical style, she got right down to business.  "Why is Ariana
staying with you?"
   I blinked at the question, a flush warming my face.  I dithered between
bullshit and truth, knowing my estranged wife would go for the latter. 
"Uhm ...  well, she told me she found a picture on your phone." I grimaced
and sucked in a breath.  "A compromising photo featuring her boyfriend."
   "She told you that?"
   There was something in Susan's tone and expression which caused some
concern.  Fingers of apprehension gripped at my guts.
   I nodded.  "Yeah, that's what she said."
   "And you took her word?"
   Anxiety had me by the balls.  I gulped and croaked out another
affirmative.
   "Why do you think I'd be interested in pictures of Robert?"
   I had no reply.  I just sat there gawping at Susan.
   I felt my wife's eyes on me for several long seconds, her gaze level
before she went on.  "Ariana told me she was going to stay at Sarah's for a
few days.  I didn't think anything of it until Robert turned up at the
door. He was drunk and carrying on - asking why Ariana had dumped him ...
He told me she was at yours.  He's been following her.  He's quite a
mess..."
   I boggled at Susan, the truth of it rising inside me on a wave of
nausea.
   Then my wife asked, "So, Damien, what are you going to do?"
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