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Authors name: Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)
Story title : My Sexpot Stepdaughter

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My Sexpot Stepdaughter (M/f, M/F, inc, ped)
by Fitfully Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)

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A story of sex and love in the new century.  Whether this is true
or not is for you to decide.

***

It wasn't my fault.  I know that this is cliché, but it's true.  If Sara hadn't done what she did, none of this would have ever happened.  It's small comfort, but when you lose everything, at least it is some comfort.  

I didn't meet Sara until a month before I married her mother, Susan.  This was my third marriage, and although my new wife didn't know it, my previous wives both left me for messing around with my secretaries.  If she had known that, she never would have married me.  

Susan, for reasons that I never understood, didn't have custody of her daughter.  Until I was told that her dad was being sued for sexual harassment, I didn't even know that she had a daughter.  When his legal trouble started, though, he apparently decided that distance was best for Sara.  So, shortly after Memorial Day, I had to drive to the airport to pick up a complete stranger who was going to live in our house.

In all, it wasn't too bad.  My wife was able to get a couple hours off her job as a copywrite attorney for Fisk and Trapp, one of the largest Chicago-based publishing companies.  Of course, with traffic the way it is, and since we live in a small town called Zion, I had to drop Susan off at work, and was now "looking forward" to an hour long drive with a stranger.  

Sara hadn't said a word to me by the time I dropped Susan off at her office, and Susan noticed.  "Why don't you sit up front and get to know Jack.  After all, he is going to be your step dad."

With barely audible mumbling and grumbling, she got out and climbed into the front bucket seat of the Explorer.  I immediately noticed the height difference between the two.  Susan is 5 foot, 9 inches, while Sara would be lucky to measure at 4 foot 9 inches.  I just chalked it up to the fact that she had just celebrated her 13th birthday only two weeks before.  I also noticed that Susan's bright red hair was completely different than Sara's light brown locks.  

"I want you two to talk on the way home," Susan said. "When I get there, I want you two to at least be friends."  All Sara did was roll her eyes.  

While I wasn't expecting her to chatter my ear off, she surprised me by being able to carry her end of a very intelligent conversation.  On the two hour trip from the airport to the house, we talked about everything between the weather (not just about what was out the window, but actual meteorological events) and the pros and cons of foreign oil.  She may have only been 13, but this girl was SMART!  My bride was smart, but this girl was near genius.  I'm no slouch myself, but Sara made me seem like I was fresh out of grade school.  

While the trip was enjoyable, her reaction when we got home was, to say the least, hilarious.  Apparently her dad lives in Alaska, and the idea of having a pool in the back yard had never crossed her mind.  She almost insisted that I drive her to the mall so she could go shopping.  Of course, for her, shopping was me driving her to the mall and then sitting in the car while she took my credit card.

Of course, I was scared that she would try and max out my $5,000 Visa, but I didn't need to worry.  45 minutes after she disappeared into the air conditioned darkness of shopping bliss, she strolled out with two large bags and a small bag.

"So, what did you buy," I asked as she slid into the seat next to me.  

"I just bought a swimsuit and some outfits to deal with this heat," she said.  We don't get very many 80 degree days in Juno."

"I hope you didn't get anything that will get me in trouble with your mom," I said, half joking.  At that moment, I realized my mistake.  If this teenager had just purchased a string bikini, it may just be the string my life hung on.  

"Don't worry," she said, turning around and pulling the small bag up to the front seat.  Out of this bag she pulled a black one piece that, to be honest, looked to me to be a little old fashioned.  Sure, the back went down to the small of her back, but the rest should pass the motherly inspection.  

When we got home, I showed her to the room her mother and I had set up for her, and as soon as I put her bags on the bed, she ushered me out and slammed the door behind me.  "Kids," I thought, and walked downstairs to make a sandwich.  

I was just turning around, taking the first bite out of my sandwich when she came around the corner.  The swimsuit, modest enough for the fifties let alone 2005, was mostly hidden by a black tee shirt that came down to her waist, where the suit included a skirt hem that covered the rest of the suit.  "Can I go swimming now?"

"Just be careful," I said, taking another bite out of my sandwich.  "If you need anything, I'll be in my study."

An hour or so later, Susan returned.  Instead of the warm hello and questions on how my and her daughter got along, she greeted me with yells.  "How dare you let her swim by herself?  What if she had drowned?"

Three hours of apologies later, Susan finally calmed down - after, that was, I promised that I would never let Sara swim alone again.  

That Saturday was when the trouble officially began.  Susan had the idea that all of us should swim to beat the heat of the day and to all get to know each other.

Let's just say the dynamic was weird.  I usually start by doing 15 or 20 laps, then floating for a while.  On my third lap, though, a hand shot up from the bottom of the pool and yanked me under the water.  I surfaced, spluttering on the water I inhaled, and was shocked to hear both Susan and Sara laughing hysterically.  Apparently Sara loves to watch wrestling, and had decided that a pool was better than canvas, so with her mother's permission, had thought up an impromptu way to challenge me to a fight.  And boy, was it a fight!  This girl used her entire body weight to drag me under the water.  I spent most of twenty minutes with my head under the water as she kept twisting around my body.  While the wrestling was fun, I must admit even then I felt a thrill with every moment of contact between our bodies.  The best moment, however, was when she tried to throw me over her shoulder by my arm, and somehow my hand landed directly on the swimsuit padded left breast of her swimsuit.  Padded though it was, I could feel the hard pebble of her nipple poking into my palm.  

Now of course I didn't want to call attention to the fact that I had just felt an excited 13 year old nipple, so I twisted around and tossed her over my hip.  She stood up, indignant and spluttering, but with a new gleam in her eye.  With a wicked laugh, she dove at me, but instead of grabbing my arm, she took my legs out.  I could swear, though, the little vixen purposefully grabbed my cock through my suit.  Shocked that she would be so bold in front of her mother, I broke of contact and swam to the other side of the pool, saying I was tired.  My wife to be said I should get out of the pool if I was tired, claiming that anyone in the pool was fair game, but I couldn't leave yet.  Despite the cold water, my dick had gotten hard when I had felt the soft mound of Sara's breast, and, impossible though it sounds, got even harder when I felt Sara's hand grabbing it.  I'm not a pedophile, but the feel of that small hand had made me harder than I had ever been.  

Luckily the water was cold, so I was able to retreat from the water with no embarrassing questions.  I was, however, planning to ask some embarrassing questions of my own the first time Susan left Sara and me alone.

Which of course, didn't happen for several weeks - the night of our wedding, to be precise - and we weren't exactly alone.  

The wedding went without a hitch, and the reception was winding down when Sara came up to me and asked me to dance.  As we danced around the floor, Sara looked up at my face and whispered "Care for a swim?"

"I think we need to talk," I whispered back.

"Well, maybe," she said coyly.  "But I don't think your reception is the best time for that.  Besides which, what happens if your new bride happens to walk past while you're trying to explain why you felt me up?"

She got me there.  I had no idea what I would say to my wife if her daughter told her not only did I get a feel of her thirteen year old daughter's breast, but that she had then grabbed my rock hard dick.  My mind flashed back to that day, and my cock started getting hard.  Sara laughed and ground her stomach against it.  "Why, papa, dear, did I give you that?"

I swallowed, almost audibly over the music, and she walked away, shaking hips that were still little girl hips, and left me standing in the middle of the dance floor with my dick pressing against the tight fabric of my tux.  Thank goodness the lights were so low - any brighter and the whole room could have seen that my new, nubile step daughter had given me a raging hard-on.

That night, my new wife and I made love with more intensity than we ever had, and I hate to think that Sara had anything to do with it, but my mind flashed back to the feel of her erect nipple, the feel of her flat stomach pressed against my dick, the feel of her hand as it held my dick gently through my swimsuit.  If my wife hadn't been willing that night, we would have started our married life with rape.  

Our wedding night was also the night I found out something about my wife.  Whenever my new stepdaughter stayed the night, she had to take sleeping pills in order to get any rest.  That was fine, but to get to work, she had to go to sleep at 9:00 p.m., and there was no way I could do that, so I picked up a nasty video game habit.  Every weeknight, I was either in front of the TV with my Xbox, or surfing the net on the family computer.  And that was how the trouble escalated.  

During the school year, Sara went to sleep at 9:00 p.m. as well, so it would leave me to fend for myself.  This was the start of summer break, however, and the 13 year old had better things to do than sleep that early at night.  More often than not, she would sit at one end of the couch and play with the laptop computer her dad had purchased for her last birthday while I sat on the other end of the couch and played my game.  

That changed about a week after the honeymoon.  I was sitting, as normal, on my side of the couch, and Sara on hers, but she was complaining about having sore feet.  Me being the nice guy that I am, I offered to rub her feet for a while.  I turned off my game and changed the station to NBC, where the news was just finishing and The Tonight Show was going to start.  Sara flopped onto her stomach on the couch and planted her feet on my lap.  She didn't seem to notice how her left foot crushed my balls, but I ignored the pain and picked up her left foot (since it was closest to me and causing all the pain in the first place) and started massaging it. 

Leno's monologue was finished by the time I started massaging her right foot, and I could swear that she was at least half asleep when he started the "Headlines" bit, but by the time "Headlines" were done, both of us were laughing uncontrollably.  I'm not really sure which one of us first became aware of the consequences of laughing in that situation, but it didn't take too long.  The laughter had caused Sara to go into full body convulsions that translated to her toes rubbing vigorously on my dick.  The stimulation quickly replaced the throbbing sensation the foot had previously caused.  

Knowing what she had done didn't make her stop - in fact, it seemed to encourage her.  She continued to rub, making me as hard as I had ever been.  "Sara, you don't want to do that," I said, putting her right foot down and moving her left away from my dick.  

"Shouldn't I know what I want to do?" she asked, rolling over and propping herself up on her elbows.  "I am 13 now, and I should be able to make decisions on my own."  Saying this, she put her right foot back on my lap.  Instead of waiting for me to start massaging it, though, she started using her heel to rub (gently this time) my rock hard dick.  

"True," I admitted, "but when you make choices, you have to live with the consequences."  Hoping to scare her away, (and hoping that she'd stay,) I turned toward her and put my left leg on the outside of her right.  Not only did it not scare her away, but it allowed her to use the entire sole of her small foot to rub up and down on the denim covering my hard dick.  

Sara laughed.  "If this is a consequence of what I was doing before, what is the consequence of this?"

Chagrined that I hadn't predicted this reaction, I brought my left foot up and planted it in the crotch of her shorts.  "As I said, there is a consequence for everything."  Instead of jumping up, though, the little vixen scooted her ass back to the arm of the couch so I could stretch my leg out!  

Knowing it was wrong, but unable to resist, I did stretch my leg out.  I am tall, so my knees were still bent, but I could hold my foot at a comfortable angle, my heel on the couch cushion and my big toe caressing her cloth covered pussy.  

At the first touch, we both shivered with anticipation and pleasure.  I felt the ridges of her flesh under the clothing that blocked my way, and my dick twitched under the pressure of Sara's foot.  She pressed harder and my foot responded in kind by pressing harder on her.  She moaned in pleasure, and I rubbed the ball of my toe where I knew her clit should be.  She writhed around, moaning loud enough to make me worry about her mother waking up.  Notice, my brain had turned Susan from my wife to Sara's mother.  That significance didn't hit me until several hours later when I went to bed with the worst case of blue balls I had ever experienced.  

As my foot petted her pussy, her shorts slid somewhat to the side.  Not wanting to miss any opportunity, I eased my toe underneath the bottom edge of her shorts and slowly pressed my toe against her panty clad pussy.  Let me tell you, for such a young girl, she was WET!  The entire crotch of her mother-approved, all cotton conservative panties were saturated to the point they might as well have not been there.  My toe slid along that slick surface, pressing the fabric gently between the lips of her vagina.  Then she did sit up, but not to run away as I feared.  Instead, she scooted her ass between my legs, using my left leg as a backrest and the right as a leg rest.  She didn't say anything, but her actions spoke volumes.  She grabbed my right hand and placed it firmly on the moist mound that was her pussy.  

What had been nice with my toe was spectacular with my fingers.  I rubbed her through her panties until she started shaking again.  At that point, she hissed in frustration, grabbed my hand with her right hand and the top hem of her shorts and panties with her left.  She shoved my hand underneath the fabric.  I found a covering of soft, not yet coarse hair, and then the folds of flesh that had made her panties so wet.  I rubbed her bare clit furiously, and she squirmed under my every finger twitch.  I was beginning to think I would have to hold her mouth shut when it all became moot.  Her body stiffened up as her orgasm raced through her body.  Her bare heels drummed against the floor and her hands squeezed my arm hard enough to leave bruises.  I had a tough time explaining those to Susan the next morning.

The wild spasms shooting through her body slowly calmed to minor twitches as she came down from her euphoric high.  Sweat glistened on her face as she looked up into my eyes.  "Wow," she breathed.  "That was great."

She struggled to her feet, bent down, and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips that was almost ridiculous after what had just happened.  She stumbled upstairs to her bedroom, leaving me with a raging hard on and only myself to take care of it.

***

The next night my wife went to bed as normal, in bed at 9:00, dead to the world at 10:00.  I don't like cheating, and had never really cheated on any partner, so I decided to play my games in our bedroom.  All of a sudden, I see a hand waving in front of the monitor.  I glanced over at my wife to make sure she was still asleep, and I carefully crawled out of bed.  My stepdaughter waited just outside the bedroom door.

I hadn't known where she was hiding until she snuck up behind me and jumped up on my back.  I could feel her b cup breasts pressing against my back, and I could tell she wasn't wearing her bra.  Her nipples dug into my back like small diamonds. "Quiet," she said, cupping one small hand over my mouth.  "You don't want to wake mom up."

Peeling her arms from around me, I lowered her gently to the ground.  "We need to talk," I said, leading her over to the couch.  "About last night, we did something we shouldn't have..." I started, but Sara interrupted.  

"I know what we did, but I don't think it was wrong," she said, pouting.  "I wanted to do it, and I think I'm old enough to decide what to do with my body."

She faced away from me, and I thought I was in trouble.  If she got too pissed at me, she might tell her mother what had happened.  Instead of sitting there sulking, though, she scooted backward right into my chest.  I didn't have any choice but to sit like I had the night before, my left leg against the back of the couch and my right on the floor.  She moved back as far as she could, putting her ass right against my crotch.  My arms went around her waist instinctively and rested on her smooth stomach.  

"Do what you did last night," she pleaded, grabbing my left hand and guiding it to the crotch of her sleeping shorts.  My fingers trembled as they made contact with the material.  The thinness of the material betrayed the fact that Sara wasn't wearing panties.  

"We still have to talk," I said, my fingers unconsciously moving along the cotton covering the furry lips of her vagina.  

"Talk about what," she moaned.  "I'd rather play.  Playing is better than talking."

"True," I said, "but I need to know how much you want to play.  I don't want to hurt you or scare you.  I need to know if you've done things before."

"Oh," she said, and thought for a minute.  "Well, I started masturbating when I was 7.  I found one of my real daddy's magazines and they showed naked people playing with each other.  I didn't have a naked boy to play with, but my hairbrush looked the same."  She gasped as my finger hit her clit and she moved the cloth crotch of her shorts to the side.  My fingers slid through the hair and gently touched the smooth flesh of her vagina.  

"Ooh, your fingers are warm," she gasped.  

"Go on with your story," I said, moving some moisture from her slit to her clit.  I started making slow circles around it, and she started squirming.  "If you stop talking, I'll stop playing."

"I just moved it along the outside for the first few months," she continued, "but I noticed the guys in the magazines put them inside the girls, but I had trouble finding where it would be on me.  When I did find it, I think I hurt myself the first time I put my brush in.  I bled a lot and I had to lie to my mom and say I had a nosebleed.  I was scared to do it for a long time, but I sort of liked the feeling before it started bleeding, and I wanted to feel it again.  I put it in and it didn't bleed, so I've been doing it ever since.  I could do it more after mom left, cause she would hear noises and couldn't sleep."  Sara giggled.  "She even tried to see what was going on, but I always locked the door when I played."

"So, you've put your brush inside you," I said.  "Has anyone else tried putting things inside you?"  I was worried that her dad had caught her playing with herself and had taken advantage of her.  

"Welll..." she started, blushing.  "Last year in school, I had a boyfriend, and I let him stick his fingers in."  She turned her head and looked into my eyes.  "Do you want to put your fingers in?  Please?"

I moved my fingers from her clit and to the wet opening into her body.  I guided a single finger between her nether lips and she gasped.  "Your finger is much longer than Jason's!"

With my finger as far into her as it could go, I stopped moving.  "You stopped your story," I said.  "Anyone else touch you here?"

Now she was embarrassed.  "I have a friend from summer camp," she said.  "We play with each other every time I go over to her house."

I stopped.  She was gay?  "Oh, please don't stop.  It feels sooo good!"  

I did as she asked.  After all I am only human, and hearing her story had made me rock hard.  She pushed her ass against my dick and squirmed.  I didn't want her to cum and run away yet, though.  I'm an admitted breast man, and Sara had come downstairs in a "wife beater" shirt with no bra.  I plunged my finger deep into her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.  At the same instant, I slid my left hand through the left arm hole of the shirt.  Her entire body shook as my hand grabbed her b cup breast and squeezed.  

"Oh, god, that feels good," she gasped.  

I used the hand gripping her pussy to pull her body closer to mine, and her orgasm hit.  Her entire body convulsed as she came, and her convulsions started my orgasm.  I came in my pants as Sara came on my finger, and it was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had.  I kept on finger fucking the 13 year old, and moments after she stopped shaking she came again.  And then again.  And again.  

After her fourth orgasm, I pulled my finger out of her clenching pussy and licked it clean.  She tasted like nothing I had ever experienced - out of the three lovers I had previously, no one tasted as fresh.  I was tempted to turn her around on the couch and bury my face, but the stress of a fifth orgasm might force her to be louder than we could risk.  

I reached through the right arm hole of her shirt and grasped her other breast, giving me a perfect job - a "handmade" bra!  I loved the feel of her erect nipples against the palms of my hands as I kneaded them.  

"That was wonderful, papa," Sara sighed.  I never had anyone play with my boobs before.  I always thought they were too small."

"That's nonsense," I whispered in her ear.   "Your breasts are perfect.  I've never seen better."

Sara giggled.  "You haven't seen them yet, silly!"

"Then how about you let me see them," I said, but she pushed my hands away.  

"Not tonight," she said.  "I'm tired, and Mom wakes up in three hours."  I looked at the clock, amazed.  We had sat on the couch about 10:30, and it was not 4:45.  I had been enjoying the nubile body of my 13 year old step daughter for over six hours!

"Night," she said, slowly getting to her feet and planting a closed mouth kiss on my lips.  "See you tomorrow."  Oh, the double meaning of that sentence!  

With mixed feelings of lust and regret, I walked into the bedroom, changed into fresh pajamas and crawled into bed next to my comatose wife. 

***

For several months, our relationship continued like this.  During the day, Sara would all but ignore me, making me think she had second thoughts about our "play time", but once my wife went to bed, she would turn on the sex appeal.  She said she wanted to save herself for marriage, and I supported her in that.  Of course I did.  I wanted "play time" as much if not more than she did.  Every night, she would get my attention in one way or another and we would either go to the kitchen or the living room, where I would get her off using my fingers while I dry humped her shapely little ass.  

Then came the night Susan helped her father move.  Both the new and old houses were in town, so it wasn't a big move, but it did pull Susan out of the house for several hours.  Sara pled ill, and Susan asked if I could stay home and keep an eye on her.  Of course I said yes, but even with her mother out of the house, Sara ignored me as usual.  About the time Sara usually snuck downstairs, Susan called, saying they had at least another couple of hours, but to make sure Sara went to bed on time since school was going to start in a week.  I told her I would make sure Sara went to bed at a decent hour, and we hung up.  I distinctly heard a double click, though, so I knew Sara had been listening in on the phone in her room.

"Papa, can you come here a minute?" she called down the stairs.  This being a change in the routine, I hesitated.  I hadn't seen the inside of her room since she moved in, but I guessed I would see it now.

I was wrong.  When I got to the top of the stairs, the room was dark.  The only light was from the first floor as it shone around me.  Most of her bed was in the shadows, but I could see her outline under the thin sheet.  "Come in," she whispered.  I moved to turn on the light, and she said "Leave the light off, please."

"Ok," I replied, and moved to the side of her bed.  "Are you alright?" I asked, concerned.  

Sara nodded, not speaking as she kicked the sheet off her.  She was wearing black gym shorts and a white spaghetti strap undershirt that faintly showed the outlines of her erect nipples.  I sat on the bed next to her and placed my hand on her stomach.  "What's wrong," I asked.  

"I want you to promise me something," she said.  

"Whatever you want, my love."

"I don't want to go all the way.  I'm not ready."  She was almost embarrassed by what she was saying.  

I cupped her cheek in my hand.  "I would never pressure you to do what you don't want.  I'm not some hormone-crazed boy with no self control.  I love you." (Ok, so maybe I was being controlled by my hormones, but at least I could exert enough control not to rape her!)

"Ok," she whispered.  "Can we stay up here tonight?"

"Let me go lock up," I replied.  She nodded, and I walked quickly down the stairs.  One thing that had irritated me about this house was the noise the front door made when it was being unlocked.  This occasion, of course, was an exception.  The noise might be just the warning I needed if my wife came home too soon.  

I ran back upstairs, not bothering to turn off any lights, and was shocked at what I saw by the little amount of light bleeding to the upstairs.

Sara had slipped her arms through the neck hole of her shirt, which resembled nothing more than a thick belt around her stomach.  Her breasts were bare, and they were magnificent.  To me they looked between a b and c cup topped by light brown areola and prominent, erect nipples.  Her gym shorts she had removed entirely.

I can honestly say I have never seen a more erotic sight in my life.

"Remember, you promised," she said as I sat back down in the bed.  

"I promised," I assured her.  I started plucking at the white undershirt nervously.  Sara didn't stand for that for long.  She moved my hand lower on her body so I was no longer fingering her clothing - I was running my fingers through her thick pubic hair.  I watched, fascinated, as the hair parted, and my fingers stroked the soft skin of her pussy.  I was amazed as, for the first time, I watched my finger sink into her soft flesh.  

"Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.  She grabbed my left hand and planted it on the soft flesh of her right breast.  I massaged her breasts, switching from one to the other as she squirmed in pleasure under my touch.  

I'll admit, any chance of me ending this relationship flew out the window the moment I saw her laying naked for my gaze.  The moment I saw the breasts I had been playing with, I knew I was hers forever.  

I watched my hands in their play, fascinated that I could be so lucky as to be touching such perfection, when an idea came to mind.  I grasped the side of her right breast rather firmly, and then before she could react, I leaned in and sucked her nipple into my mouth.

Her response was immediate.  She grabbed the headboard and shook with her orgasm, shaking the bed itself.  As she came, I kissed my way down her body until I reached the pace where mi fingers reveled in her flesh.  Without taking my fingers out, I moved my body between her legs, my face mere inches where my fingers were playing.  Before she realized that I had moved, I moved my thumb away from her clit.  I sucked the nubbin into my mouth, flicking madly away with my tongue.

She shuddered, grabbed my head and pulled my face closer to her dripping wet pussy.  "Oh, god, that's good!" she exclaimed.  "Keep doing that!"

I'll admit, I've had oral sex with all three of my sexual partners, but at the age of 31, I can honestly say Sara had the sweetest pussy juices I had ever tasted.  I moved my fingers, grabbing her hips with both my hands, and buried my face.  My tongue replaced my fingers, tasting the 13 year old's juices directly from the source.  I enjoyed myself so much, Sara had to beg me to stop after six orgasms.  

"Mom's going to be home soon," she gasped.

Looking at the clock, I realized she was right.  I started getting up, but Sara saw my dick tenting the denim of my shorts.  "What about that," she giggled, pointing.  "Why don't you do like normal?" she suggested, but as I crawled on top of her, she stopped me.  "Not in jeans," she said.  "The zipper would hurt."

"All I'm wearing under these are boxers," I said.  

"That's ok," she said, unbuttoning my shorts.  "Just remember your promise."

I nodded, pulled my shorts off, and moved over her prone body.  I pushed my dick down inside my boxers so it would rub along instead of penetrate, and I started humping with only one thin layer of cloth between her pussy lips and my raging cock.  I could feel her fluids soak through the cloth, wet and warm along my length.  I suckled on her breasts, and she pumped her hips against me.  With a shuddering cry, I came in my boxers.  Moments later, she had her seventh orgasm of the night.  

I slowly pushed myself off her luscious body and kissed her, not thinking that she might not want to taste myself.  She licked her lips.  "I'm tasty, huh?"

I could only agree, but when I looked back at the clock, I realized that "home soon" had turned to "home any minute."  Weak in the knees, but given strength by fear, I gave her one more kiss, and ran down the stairs to the bathroom.  

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe how much liquid coated my chin.  

I barely had time to scrub my mouth and chin with the bar of coast soap before I heard the keys rattle in the door.  I stripped off my clothes, not wanting Susan to see the large wet spot on the front of my boxers, especially since tonight the wet was from Sara as well as me.  

My dick was still half hard when my wife walked into the bathroom.  "Damn, I'm tired," she said.  I couldn't respond.  I hadn't had the time to rinse the soap from my face, so I had to spread more on, pretending I had been about to shave.  

I shaved the stubble off my face as Susan sat on the toilet, complaining about her night.  Apparently, even though all her brothers and sisters (all 15 of them) had helped, they had all exhausted themselves just packing, and would have to go back tomorrow to help unpack.  

"It shouldn't take that long," she said, wiping herself and getting off the toilet.  "I just hope Sara will be willing to postpone the rest of her school shopping until Saturday when she starts school next week."  She washed her hands while I wiped the soap residue off my face, expecting her to be gone by the time I finished.  

She was not gone.  Instead, she sat, naked, on the bathroom counter with her legs spread, showing her neatly trimmed bush.  My mind immediately jumped to what Sara's pussy would look like if she trimmed it (or if I trimmed it, of course), and my dick surged to life.  I stepped between her legs, positioned myself at the opening, and plunged in.  Now, don't get me wrong, my wife is tight - in fact, sometimes I think I'm fucking a virgin, but after what I had been through that night, there was no denying me.  I couldn't help but compare Susan and Sara, though.  Sara had more pubic hair, smaller breasts and ass, and thinner waist, and I couldn't help but imagine, a tighter pussy.  I knew that the feel was different to my fingers, at least.

I kissed my wife's DD breasts, but she didn't seem satisfied with that, and she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me deeply.  I continued thrusting into her, lasting longer than normal because I had cum so recently, and Susan came three times before I flooded her pussy with my cum.  She shuddered as I pulled out of her, and she hugged me tightly against her.  "I needed that," she sighed against my neck.  "Thank you."

I stumbled back to the toilet and sat down as Susan slid from the countertop.  "I don't think you got all your whiskers," she said.  "You tickled my tongue the entire time."  She smiled a bit.  "You might want to think about brushing your teeth, too.  I don't know what you ate, but your breath tastes funny."  She turned and walked naked out of the bathroom and down the hall to our bedroom.  

I almost choked when she said that, but I called after her and promised to do just that and to be in bed in a few minutes.  I examined my face, wondering where the hair that I missed could be, but I didn't see it.  I got my toothbrush ready and opened my mouth to brush, when I realized I had found the hair after all.  Between several of my teeth, I found light brown, kinky hair that could have only come from one place.  I laughed weakly as I realized that while I kissed my wife, I had my step daughter's - her daughter's - pubic hair in my teeth.  I plucked the hairs from between my teeth, brushed my teeth, and walked, also naked, down the hall to my room.  

What I saw at my bedroom door made me surge erect again.  My step daughter stood, in bra and panties, in front of the door, just about to stick her hand through the gap to get my attention.

"STOP!" I whispered harshly.  She turned around and saw me standing there naked.  She looked at my flaccid dick and smirked, but of course, her visual attention affected me.  I started getting hard, and in moments, she saw my erect penis for the first time.  The smirk slid from her face, replaced by an undeniable look of lust.  She walked up to me, wrapped her hand around my shaft, and stretched up to kiss me.  I pushed her away from me carefully, not only because I was afraid she would tear my dick off at the root, but to make sure she kept quiet.  

"Your mother might still be awake," I hissed.  "Are you trying to get me killed?"

She pouted her lip in her best "little girl" look, then winked and ruined the look.  "You think I'm stupid - I checked first!"  She pushed the door open and the light poured through the doorway onto the sleeping form of my wife.  She mumbled in her sleep and rolled away from the light.  I knew when she got to that stage, she was out for at least eight hours.  

"DId you guys do it?" Sara asked, sniffing her hand.  "You're all sticky, and there's a funny smell."

I told her that we had, and she wrinkled her nose.  "It doesn't smell anything like mine," she said.  

"Everyone has their own scent" I told her, "and as for the taste..." I paused, remembering.  "Nothing I have ever tasted tastes as good as you."

She smiled, liking the compliment, but I think she knew that I was serious.  "You might want to wash that thing," she said, pointing at my penis, which was pointing right back at her.  I practically ran back into the bathroom to wash off my hard on.  

I walked out of the bathroom and found that Sara had moved.  I turned and saw her standing at the entrance to the hallway.

She stood in the doorway, looking over her shoulder.  "Well, are you coming?"

I followed her into the living room, mesmerized by the swaying tic of her panty-clad teenage ass.  Now, I'm not an ass man, but, DAMN, that girl has a fine ass, and it was only highlighted by the type of panties she wore.  She called them "boy-shorts", but they were nothing but feminine.    I could only stare as she walked over to the kitchen counter and leaned over the sink.  I walked up behind her, slipped my arms around her stomach, and pulled her lithe body against mine.  She laughed and reached between us, grabbing my rock hard dick.

"Hard again?" she asked, giggling.  "Didn't you just have sex with mom?"

"Well, yes," I admitted.  "But she isn't you.  I love your mom, but I think I love you more."

"Well isn't that sweet," she purred, tightening her hand around my dick.  

"You know, if you keep teasing me like that, you'll have to pay a price."

"And what would that be?" she asked, moving her hand slowly on my dick.

I reached around her body, placing one hand on each of her pert, bra covered breasts.  To my absolute delight, I could feel her rock hard nipples through the lace of her bra.  "If you tease me, I'll have to tease you."

"Oh damn," the thirteen year old moaned.  "How will I ever stand it?"

"More like how will I ever stand it," I murmured.  "You tease me with that delicious body, but I can't enjoy it fully."  'At least not until you're ready' I added silently.  

"I'm just not ready yet," she said, petulantly, her hand falling from my dick.

"I know."

"But we can still play, right?"  Her voice had a needful plea in it I could not ignore.

"For as long as you want," I replied.

"Good," she said fiercely, pressing back as hard as she could, rubbing the small of her back against my dick.  "I just love when you play with my boobs," she moaned.  

"I just love playing with them," I said, pulling her upper body as close against me as her lower body was pressing.  

"I bet you love playing with something else, too," she smirked.  She moved one of my hands off her breast and slid it sensuously down her stomach.  "You like playing with this, too, don't you?"  Her hand pushed mine across the crotch of her lace panties.  I could feel her getting wet through the thin fabric.  

I bent at the knees, lining up my bare dick with her ass crack, and pressed forward.  She lurched forward, saved from harm only by my hands, one on her breast and the other grasping her pussy mound firmly.  She leaned against the countertop, lifting her a little higher, and I ground my dick into the channel of her panty-clad ass.

"Oh, damn," she whispered.  "That feels good."

"If you think this feels good, how about now?" I asked, sliding my hand inside her panties, using my middle finger to massage her clit.  Overly sensitive from being eaten out earlier in the evening, she came at once, pressing back against me and providing exquisite pressure on my dick lying along her ass crack and between her legs.  She squeezed her legs together, making me cum instantly.  

Sara laughed and said, "You're going to have to clean that up, you know."  She pointed at the countertop in front of her, and I laughed too.  My cum was dripping down the front of the cupboard.

She looked over her shoulder at my lust filled eyes.  "I don't suppose you'd lick me again?"

"Not tonight," I said, hugging her body closer to me.  I nuzzled her neck gently and worked my way up to her ear.  "If I have to clean that up," I said, "you have to do something for me."

"And what's that?" she asked, turning her head and planting her lips on mine.  Our tongues started swirling together, and I almost forgot what I was going to say.  However, the movement of my fingers under her panties kept me in constant reminder of what I was thinking.  Sara shuddered in another orgasm, almost biting our entwined tongues, and she finally pulled away from me.  

"Ok, I give," she panted.

"What you need to do for me before I lick you again is to trim these," I said, slipping my hand back into her panties and caressing her pubic hair.  "We almost got caught tonight because I had some hair caught in my mouth."

Sara gaped.  "I never even thought about it," she said.

"Yea, neither did I," I admitted.  "Let's just say it might be difficult to explain if I tickle your mom's tongue with your pussy hair again."

"You didn't!" 

I nodded, and Sara snickered.  "She even said I didn't brush my teeth enough," I added, and Sara fell to the floor laughing.  "Quiet," I hissed.  I didn't want her to accidentally wake her mom up and us be caught in the kitchen, me naked in front of a barely dressed 13 year old.

Finally, Sara calmed down enough to go upstairs, but I highly doubted she remembered my suggestion.  Oh, well, maybe she'll let me trim it next time she feels like playing, I thought.

The next time we played, though, wasn't until she had turned 14.  Of course, that was only just over three weeks, but what a three weeks!  My work as a writer had kept me busy, and Sara had cheerleader tryouts.  She made the freshman squad, and started wearing that skimpy cheerleading outfit all the time.  Not that I'm complaining, of course, but when you lust after someone, and they start wearing less clothing than normal, it's rough when the only release is with someone else.  

Then one night, her arm waved at me in front of the television screen.  She finally wanted to play!  I was barely able to control myself as I left my wife's side to "converse" with my step daughter.  

I walked into the kitchen, and she was leaning back against the countertop.  In her cheerleading outfit.  Instantly I had a raging hard-on.  I walked over to her, embraced her, and kissed her madly.  She responded in kind, pressing her front tight against me Even through my underwear I could feel the hot flesh of her stomach as her shirt hiked up over the waist of the skirt.  I reached lower, grabbing her butt, and realized she hadn't put the shorts portion of the outfit on, and my hands held tightly to her naked ass cheeks.  

She pushed me away with both hands, not enough to make me let go, but just enough to make some space between us.  "Can you lick me tonight?" she asked.

"Do you remember what I said before?"

"Oh, I don't know - do I?" she asked, grinning up at me.  She pulled one of my hands off her ass and firmly planted it in her crotch - her bare crotch.  As far as my hands could tell, her pussy was completely free of hair.  

"May I see it?" I asked.  Sara nodded, and I slowly sank to my knees.  I lifted the hem of the cheerleader skirt and beheld a wonder.  Her pussy had always been a thing of wonder.  Without any hair, it was a marvel.  Her lower body looked as if it belonged to a ten year old just entering puberty.  I gently place a kiss on her nether lips, making her spread her legs wider.  I used my lips at first, teasing the outside and her clit until she got weak in the knees.  I picked her up, placing her bare ass on the countertop, and got to work.  My tongue twirled around her clit, my fingers plunging into her soaked pussy.  After mere moments, she climaxed, wrapping her smooth legs around my head and pulling my face deeper into her bare pussy.  

I didn't fight against her, my nose grinding her clit while my tongue delved into the velvety channels of her moist pussy.  I could taste her juices flowing onto my tongue and into my mouth, and it was the best thing I have ever tasted.  I lapped up as much as I could before she pushed me away.  "You do that anymore, and I'll scream," she sighed.  

"So it felt good, huh?"

"You know it," she said, hopping down and planting her mouth on my juiced lips.  I ran one hand under the skirt and the other over her sweater clad breast.  She squirmed as my finger brushed her clit, but instead of away, she moved toward me, impaling herself on my finger.  I finger fucked her for a few minutes, using my thumb to massage her clit, but then I removed my hands, grabbed her by the hips, and lifted her onto the countertop again.  

"So how good did it feel," I asked, moving between her spread legs.

"Like heaven," she sighed.

"Good enough to try something else?" I asked, hopefully, pulling my rock hard cock from my pajamas.  I got the tip of the head in between her pussy lips when she realized what I had just said.  

"Don't put it in," she gasped.  "I'm not ready for that yet."

I nodded my assent, but didn't move from her virginal opening.  ""When you're ready, not before," I said, and kissed her soundly on the mouth.  I lifted her body a little, easing my cock between her and the countertop.  It was a weird feeling, the cool marble of the countertop and the moist, hot outer lips on either side of my raging hard on.  Driven out of my mind, I came, flooding her ass and the countertop behind her with semen.

Our tongues lashed against each other as I kissed my little vixen goodnight, and as she jumped off the countertop, I swatted her ass lightly, enjoying watching her jump and expose her cum covered ass underneath the cheerleader outfit.

For the next year, we enjoyed each other's company (and bodies) but we didn't go any farther than that night in the cheerleader outfit.

Then, in January after her 15th birthday, my wife had a family emergency and had to leave for a weekend.  She didn't know when she was going to be back, so she gave Sara a choice of either coming with or staying home with me.  She said she had to stay home because of the big game on Saturday that she had to cheer at, and my wife said she understood.  I glanced over at Sara when my wife wasn't looking, and was shocked when she dropped an eyelid in an erotic wink.

I gulped my surprise down, hoping my wife hadn't noticed anything.  Apparently she didn't, because that Friday morning, she left Sara and me alone.  Friday night, she called from a hotel in Florida (caller ID is wonderful!).  As soon as she saw the hotel name on the phone, Sara grinned her wickedest grin and ran to her room while I talked to her mother.  

Susan asked to talk to Sara, but when I yelled up to her, she said she had to study.  Susan said she understood, and told me she didn't know when she was going to be back.  I told her not to worry about us, just to take care of her family emergency.  After a few more pleasantries, we said our goodbyes and I hung up.

The instant I did, Sara cleared her throat directly behind me.  I turned around and saw a vision that I will carry in my memory forever.  Sara was standing at the bottom of the stairs wearing a lacy short robe that was almost not there.  Underneath it was a bra and panty set of the same material, which clearly showed her erect nipples and bald little pussy.  My cock sprang to attention in an instant and strained against the zipper of my jeans.  

"So what do you want to do tonight?" she asked coyly.  

"Um," was the only response I had intelligence to say?

She giggled and walked slowly toward me, her robe gaping at the perfect places.  "Well, it's up to you," she said, "as long as you stop if I tell you.  Deal?"

I nodded my heads, both the one on my shoulders and the one that was straining against the front of my pants.  If I didn't do something about it soon, I had no doubt my jeans would literally split.  Sara took my hand and led me to my own bedroom.

She turned me around and pushed me onto the edge of the bed.  She turned on the iPod that she had apparently set up before her mother called, and soft music came drifting out of the speakers.  She turned toward me, her fingers straying to the string that held the sheer robe on her lithe body, and began to pull.  She started dancing, slowly removing the three pieces of clothing that (barely) covered her body - and I do mean slowly.  It took at least twenty minutes for that fifteen year old to get naked, but it was well worth it.  I sat on the bed, harder than I had ever been before, and I started to think I would never get my pants off without either help or time to recover.  

When she was naked, she knelt in front of me, struggled with my zipper and realized she would never get my cock out the fly.  She had me stand up, and then she pulled my jeans and underwear completely off.  There I was, a 39 year old man standing naked and erect in front of a naked 15 year old girl who was kneeling in front of me.  My cock gave a twitch, bumping Sara on the forehead and leaving a smear of precum.  

"A little anxious?" she asked, standing up and pushing me back on the bed.  The instant before I fell backwards I felt the tip of my cock press lightly into her belly button, and I remember thinking, "So close".

Sara knelt next to the bed again, looked into my eyes, and smiled her sweetest smile.  "Lay back," she ordered.  Not wanting to disappoint or disobey, I did just that.  A warm, wet sensation engulfed the top of my cock as a warm dry sensation engulfed the lower half.  I looked up, curiosity and lust taking over, and saw her with her mouth wrapped firmly around my cock, her hand stroking what she could not fit.  I flopped my head back, reveling in the sensation of her mouth, and reached down with my hands.  I ran my hands through her shoulder length brown hair, guiding her head up and down my throbbing cock.  I didn't push her - I didn't want to hurt her, but I did have to tell her to watch her teeth twice.  All too quickly I felt the pulsing in my balls that meant I was about to cum.  I told her, but instead of pulling off, she clamped her lips tight against me.  I spasmed, spurting more cum than I thought was possible into her sucking mouth, and she managed to swallow it all.  

She crawled on the bed next to me and lay down, pressing her nude body tightly against mine, my arm nestled between her perfect little breasts and hand sticking out between her legs.  I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my wrist.  "Did you like it?" she asked.

"Yes," I panted, rubbing my wrist gently against the wetness.  She squirmed against me, and I escaped her grasp.  "Now I got you!" I said in my best pirate voice (which, admittedly isn't very good), stood up and grabbed her around the hips.  I pulled her to the edge of the bed, her legs and lowest curve of her ass hanging off, and knelt in the same place she had just been.  I leaned forward, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and gently kissed her moist lips.

She shuddered in pleasure, wrapping her legs around my head, and pulled me snug against her body.  I snaked my tongue out and caressed her clit, making her entire body shake in orgasm, and then I got to work.  I suckled her sweet pussy for a good hour, drinking her teenage nectar as if it were water.  The girl came so much that at the end, she was stuck in a continuous climax.  I stopped licking long enough for her to unlock her legs from my head, and straightened up on my knees, still between her legs.  I positioned my cock at the entrance of her mostly virgin pussy, and was about to press forward when her hands came up against my chest.

"Not yet," she panted.  "I'm not ready yet, ok?"

"Ok, my love.  Not until you are ready."

I flopped on the bed next to her.  Both of us were dripping in sweat, despite the fact that it was January.  "I can still do this, though," she said, rolling on top of me.  My cock fit snugly through her legs, and she rocked her body over mine as she squeezed her legs together.  The feel of her breasts and erect nipples rubbing against my bare chest and soaked pussy rubbing against the top of my cock made me cum almost instantly.  My semen shot up from between Sara's legs and splashed down on her ass cheeks.  

She giggled again, rolled next to me, and promptly fell asleep with her arms around my arm again.  

It took me longer to fall asleep.  Yes, I had just cum twice, but the feel of her naked, sweaty body clamped against my arm, and her massively wet pussy against my wrist got me hard again, and it took hours to finally fall asleep.

When I woke up, I was laying on my side, my arms wrapped around the naked form of what I at first took as my wife, and then realized the girl still in my arms was the 15 year old I had spent the previous night sharing multiple, earth shattering orgasms with.  Just remembering that made my cock surge up between her legs, pressing slightly at the opening of her pussy.  I grabbed her boobs, hugging her upper body tighter against me.  This had the side effect of easing the head of my cock barely in between her vulva, and Sara gasped.

"Still not ready, dad," she said, startling me.  

"I'm sorry, but your body turns me on."  I pulled my hips back, and my cockhead slid out of her.  "This is a good way to wake up, though," I said, "even though it looks like we slept the morning away."

"What do you mean?" she asked.  

I pointed at the alarm clock sitting next to the TV, and she bolted from my arms and off the bed.  "SHIT!" she said.  "Jill is going to be here in fifteen minutes!  I have to get ready!"  She ran from the room, and I heard the shower turn on.  I was just starting to imagine what she looked like with the water cascading down her beautiful form, when the water suddenly turned off.  I got dressed, and moments later the doorbell rang.  I answered it, and one of Sara's friends stood on the doorstep in a cheerleading outfit.  Apparently, when she told her mother that she had a game to cheer today, it hadn't been a lie.  Sara came bouncing down the stairs a few minutes later, and I saw the white cotton panties underneath the hem of the cheerleading skirt.  "See you later dad," she called over her shoulder, and disappeared out the door with her friend.  

Damn, now what was I going to do all day?  I decided in an instant, going to the kitchen and checking the refrigerator door.  Yup, my predictable wife had hung up a schedule of games and times.  I checked, and the game scheduled for the 18th was at Sara's school.  I grabbed my keys and wallet, and was out the door in a matter of minutes.

At the game, most of the parents in the stands watched as lanky boys ran up and down the basketball court.  I watched the cheerleaders - or more accurately, one cheerleader.  At the end of the game, the sweat glistening on her forehead reminded me of the swear covering her entire body the night before, and I was hard for most of the game, watching her bouncing around the gymnasium.  She saw me, too.  The same grin that she had shown behind my wife's back surfaced, and she spent the remainder of the game glancing at me and adding an extra flair every time she did.  

As everyone started leaving, I headed toward the doors.  Sara ran up to me and grabbed my arm.  "Can you wait a few minutes?  Jill's mom is taking her and her little booger, I mean brother, to Chuck E. Cheese's and I don't want to go.  Can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure," I said, brushing some fly away hair away from her eyes.  "I'll bring the SUV around to the main entrance."

Ten minutes later, I watched as my step daughter hugged a friend at the double doors and ran out to the SUV.  Her long coat reached down to her knees, so I could see nothing of her cheerleader outfit.  She climbed into the passenger seat, struggled out of her coat and settled back, smoothing the front of her skirt down.  

"That was a good game," I said.

"How would you know?" she asked.  "Did you even look at the game once, or did you spend the entire game checking out the young girls?

"I don't look at young girls," I said, shocked.  "I just looked at one girl."

"And which girl did you look at, daddy?" she teased.  

"Mine," I replied, reaching out and caressing her cheek with my hand.  

"How sweet."  That smirk surfaced on her face again.  "Are we going right home?"  

I thought for a minute, and then shook my head.  "We need to go to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things."

She nodded, fastened her seatbelt, and settled back.  

By the time we got to Wal-Mart, the snow was flying in almost whiteout conditions, and I sat in the car waiting for it to slow down.  Sara unbuckled her seatbelt and slid into the space between the front seats, kneeling next to me.  "I have a good way to spend some time," she said, and unzipped my pants.  She pulled my already stiffening cock out and quickly wrapped her little mouth around it.  There she sat, in front of anyone who wanted to look into the car (thank goodness no one did) sucking my cock like a pro.  Turned on by the prospect of getting caught, I slid my hand down her back, raising her skirt a little and clasping her ass, which, to my pleasant surprise, was as bare as the night before.  Somewhere between the game and the truck, she had removed her panties.

I dipped my fingers a little lower, but it was a stretch to reach her pussy and keep her mouth on my cock, so I got my finger damp on her juices, pulled back a little, and eased my finger gently into her asshole.  She moaned in protest, and then her moan turned to one of pleasure.  Apparently this was the first time she had anything inserted in that hole, but she seemed to like it.  After a few minutes, I could feel the muscles in her ass pulsate around my finger, and that sent me over the edge, and I came in her mouth.  


She smiled at me, and then wiped her lips off.  "Do we still need to go in?"

"Yes, baby, I need to run in, but if you want to stay here, I'll be right back."

Sara pouted.  "Make sure you hurry, though."

"As if my life depended on it," I replied, kissing her mouth firmly.

And hurry I did.  I didn't know if this was a wasted trip, but I didn't want to take a chance.  You know the old sayings; Always Be Prepared and Better Safe than Sorry."

I went to the pharmacy section and picked up a 20 pack of condoms.  Just in case she was ready before Susan returned home.  Of course I would have to throw away the pack when she did come home - Susan and I never used condoms, and finding a pack of them would make her think I was cheating on her.  I was trying to cheat on her, but I didn't want her to know even that.

I paid for my purchase and ran back out to the car.  The snow was tapering off, and I saw Sara had started the truck to keep warm.  She hadn't, however, sat back in her seat.  She still sat in between the seats, and when I started off, she reached over and pulled my cock out of my pants and started sucking on it again.  I had been married three times, but I had never had road head.  Until now.  

All I can say is that it was one of the oddest and best feelings I had experienced up till then.  The "play" sessions were wonderful, but they could not compare to the feeling of risk as she sucked carefully on my cock.  I came about three minutes from the house, having to pull over or risk crashing into a snow bank.  Again she swallowed every drop of semen, but it must have been easier, since this was the fourth orgasm I had had in the past 24 hours.  
 
It was still a struggle to jam my cock back into my pants when we finally got home, but surprisingly, Sara seemed to forget all about the fun we had been having.  She went to her room and changed into sweats, effectively hiding her luscious little body.   I wanted to make sure she wasn't regretting what we have been doing, but I didn't know how to broach the subject without getting her upset.  She didn't seem to want to talk, so the night finished rather blandly.  I buried the box of condoms in the side table drawer next to my bed, and went to bed, a little disappointed, but since I did have four orgasms recently, it wasn't like I had blue balls.

A small hand shaking my shoulder is how I woke up.  I rolled over, bleary eyed until I saw what was in front of me.  Sara, kneeling on the bed next to me, totally naked.  The faint smell of lavender soap caught my attention, and I realized that she must have just taken a shower.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked.  "You didn't seem like you wanted to talk earlier."

"Only because I stank," she said, wrinkling her cute nose.  "I only had time to rinse this morning, and your cum stuck on my butt.  It took me five minutes to get it off tonight!"

"I'm sorry," I said, blushing a little.  

"Don't worry about it," she said, then hesitated.  

"Go on, honey.  Say what you want to say."

Sara mumbled something, and I said "I didn't quite hear you."

"I said I think I'm ready," she said a little louder.  

"What brought that on?" I asked.  I didn't want her to think I was pressuring her, but I didn't want to change her mind either.  

"Jill said her first time was with a boy our age, but all he wanted to do is get in, squirt, and leave.  I want mine to be with someone who loves me too, and I think you do."

"But are you sure you want to now?  I can wait until you're ready."

She nodded her head.  "If you don't want to, I understand."  Tears were glistening in her eyes.

"I do want to," I said.  "And I want you.  But I need to make sure it's what you want."

She nodded emphatically, and hopped off the bed.  She went to the iHome, where she had plugged her iPod in again, and pressed play.  Instead of soft music pouring out of the speakers, I was surprised to hear Metallica.  Sara turned toward the bed, blushed, and said "The other stuff makes me feel sexy, but Metallica makes me horny.  I always listen to it while I masturbate."

I nodded in seeming understanding, and beckoned her to the bed.  She eased under the covers, and our naked bodies drawn magnetically to each other.  I ran my hands over her body, touching every inch I could reach, and stretching to touch every inch I couldn't.  My palms brushed gently over her nipples, which stood like pebbles against my palm.  I touched the smooth surface of her back, feeling the bones of her spine under my fingertips.  I glided gently over the sweet curves of her ass, not trying to penetrate yet.  I massaged her strong thin legs, feeling the taunt muscles under the unblemished skin.  I rubbed the soles of feet that had been walking on this earth for the past 15 years, loving the smooth textures.  I ran a hand over the smooth skin of her freshly shaved pussy, indulging my lusts by slipping one finger into the velvety crease of her labia and caressing the hard nubbin of her clit.

She made a move to roam down my body, probably in an attempt to suck my cock again, but I stopped her.  "Tonight is about you, beloved.  You just lay there and enjoy yourself."

She lay back as I moved down her body until my lips were pressed against her pussy.  For the second day in a row, I licked and sucked her clit for at least an hour, driving her crazy with orgasms.  I moved up her body, kissed her fully on her panting mouth, and reached over to the drawer to get the condoms.  Sara blanched a little at the sight, but watched with interest as I pulled the condom out of the package and unrolled it on my throbbing cock.  Then, thinking "better safe than sorry" again, I opened another condom and unrolled it over the top of the first one.  In my mind, this would serve a double purpose; prevent me from cumming too soon, and minimizing the risk of me knocking up the 15 year old.  

I positioned myself over her prone form, lining the tip of my cock with her glistening pussy, and she hesitated again.  "Wait," she said.  "I'm not so sure now."

I rolled off of her, and she looked at me with eyes that could make me do anything.  If she gave me that look and told me to confess everything to my wife, I would do just that.  

"Ok, love," I said.  "Anything you say."

She could apparently hear the disappointment in my voice, because she sat up and moved on top of me, sitting just above my jutting cock.  "I'm scared that it won't fit," she said shyly.  It was cute watching her blushing while sitting naked on my stomach.  

"If you want to, you can always try it on for size," I said, halfway joking.  Sara bit her lower lip, and then raised her body so she was directly over my cock.  She reached down and lifted my cock to line up with her pussy, then slowly lowered herself onto me.  

Even through two condoms, it was a sensation that I had never felt before, and have never felt since.  The head of my cock eased past her outer lips and bumped into her hymen.  She shifted her weight, tearing past her maidenhead, and I was inside her properly.  The helmet of my cock felt every ridge inside her clenching pussy, and it was everything I could do to stop myself from cumming instantly.  As we made love, we tried as many different positions I could think of until I filled the tip of the condoms with semen.

My wife usually rushes off to take a shower after we make love, but Sara lay in my arms for almost an hour before getting up.

"I'm going to take a shower now," she said.  "It hurt at first, but you made it get fun.  Can we do that again sometime?"

"I certainly hope so," I replied, standing up and hugging her naked body to mine.  

Sara walked into the master bath attached to my room, and I heard the shower start.  I looked at the bed, and realized there were several spots of blood decorating the bed.  If my wife saw those, she would know some girl was deflowered here.  I went into the bathroom to get a washcloth, and stopped cold.

Sara was standing in the shower, the main showerhead aimed directly at her pussy, and she was obviously in the midst of another orgasm.  She looked up, saw me, and motioned for me to join her.  Thinking I would be happy to, I opened the sliding door and walked in.  Her body was completely wet, water running off her reawakened nipples in little streams that I couldn't help but kneeling down and lapping up.  My hands wrapped around her waist and through the backs of her legs, one finger going in her pussy, the other into her water-lubed asshole.  She pumped her ass forward in response to my fingers, and I could feel the muscles clenching both fingers.  

"Make love to me again," she pleaded. 

"I'll have to get a condom," I started, but she interrupted.  

"Don't leave."

"Honey, I don't want to risk you getting pregnant."

She thought for a moment, and then smiled.  "You can always try here," she said, grabbing the hand that had a finger buried knuckle deep in her ass.  

"Are you sure?" I asked her.  She nodded, broke our contact, and leaned against the wall of the shower, presenting her fine small ass to me.  I sidled up behind her, wrapped an arm around her, and clasped her breast.  My other hand guided my cock to her nether hole, resting against the muscles of her sphincter.  "Take a deep breath and relax," I said, and pressed forward.  

It took a moment to pop through the ring of muscles at the entrance, but once I got past that, I fit nicely inside.  Her ass felt as tight against bare skin as her pussy had with two condoms on, but the warmth was much more.  I moved the hand that had guided me into her bowels to her pussy, and began to finger-fuck her pussy.  She screamed as an orgasm wracked through her body, and her squeezing ass muscles sent me over the edge as well.  I filled her ass with cum, pressing her hard against the shower wall.

We both had to wash up after that, and neither one had the energy for another go, which was really a shame.  Susan came back the next morning (thank goodness it was after Sara and I had woken up and gotten dressed), but her "family emergency" turned out to be the trouble her ex was in, and over the weekend, they had hooked back up.  Susan was leaving me for her ex, and taking Sara with her.  I haven't seen Sara since then, but I have talked to her over the phone, and she has sent me some pictures.  Sara is growing up (her breasts are probably at least a b- if not c-cup, but she still shaves her pubes (most of the pictures she e-mailed me are in various states of undress, but the ones that are too risky don't show her face).

That was three years ago, and Sara plans to move back here when she starts college next fall, but I will have to wait and see what our relationship will be like when she does return.

















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