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