Chapter 2
Steven was working in his study when he heard the phone ring. Jenny,always the more probable recipient of evening phone calls, picked up thephone in the kitchen. After a brief conversation the content of which wasbeyond the earshot of Steven, Jenny came into the study wearing a baggysweatshirt and sweat pants, her hair in a ponytail.
"I need to go over to Ashley's tonight to help her study for her trig.
test tomorrow. She's in a real bind," she said.
"Jenny, you know you aren't supposed to go out on school nights. This
is a rule that we've expressly agreed upon. Besides, you've got your own
homework to do," said Steven.
"Oh, come on, daddy. I'm finished with all my homework. Beside, you
usually let me go out for a while on weeknights, especially when it's school
related." She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes in her usual manipulative
way.
Steven, of course, could never resist such treatment.
"Alright, go ahead, but be back soon," he said, realizing that he was
being manipulated, but also understanding that Jenny was too sweet to leave
her friend, who was failing several of her classes, in a difficult situation.
"Thanks, daddy," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "I've just gotta
change, then I'm out of here."
"Just make sure you're back in a few hours. You've got to get up early
for school."
"OK, daddy." She said from down the hall. He could hear her trotting
downstairs. After a few minutes, he heard her voice calling up to him.
"Daddy, have you seen my black jeans?"
"Yeah, they're in the laundry." Steven was in the habit of keeping
track of the whereabouts of various articles of her clothing, so he was always
the one to ask.
"Darn," he heard her say, "I'm going to have to wear that old pair of
jeans with the hole in the knee. It's the only thing I have that isn't dirty.
Could you do the laundry soon?"
The last comment fell upon deaf ears. Steven was busy contemplating
her choice of attire. If the jeans that she referred to were the ones he
remembered, she hadn't worn them in almost two years. Steven recalled
that they were awfully tight even then, and she'd filled out considerably. He
wondered how she would even manage to get them on.
After what seemed like ten or fifteen minutes, Jenny came upstairs.
Steven had moved to the kitchen, where he could see her as she came up.
He could not believe his eyes. Somehow, she managed to get herself into
those jeans. They were simply the tightest fitting jeans that he'd seen
anywhere. They were an old, faded light blue, the kind with a triangular
label on the butt pocket. Looking her up and down, he could see that the
straining denim had absolutely no slack, anywhere, even down around the
ankles. In fact, the stitching along her outer legs seemed almost pulled
apart, straining heroically to contain Jenny's ample flesh. Her *ss was
perfectly outlined, her large, spherical cheeks jutting outwards. The back
seem ran down the middle of her *ss and took a perilous inward turn right
into her butt crack. Most importantly, he could see the distinctive form of
Jenny's fat, bulging cuntlips and her deep crack sharply delineated by the
crotch seem. He'd never seen a pair of jeans that revealed so much of a girl's
pussy form before.
To make matters even more intolerable, she was wearing a tight half
shirt, which revealed her flat, tanned midriff. The mass of her breasts made
the lower seem of her shirt rest many inches away from her skin. Steven
knew that if he could gain the right vantage, he'd see the bottoms of her
huge, bra clad titties underneath her shirt.
"Gotta go. See you later," she said. He noticed that her hair was loose
now, and she had put on some makeup. He thought he detected a hint of
perfume, and immediately became suspicious. Why did she need to change
out of her sweats, anyway, if she was going to study at Ashley's?
When she turned around, Steven cocked his hand back and gave her
the hardest whack on her denim-lined *ss that he'd ever given her, so hard
in fact that she lurched forward, her breasts jiggling. She squeaked loudly,
turning around and flashing and embarrassed smile at him.
"Aren't those jeans awfully tight?" he said.
"They're the only clean ones I have. If you'd do the laundry, I'd have
more to wear," she said.
"Oh, you just hate to do little menial tasks, don't you princess?" he
said, playfully pinching her cheek. She giggled.
He smiled at her for a long moment. "Just be back fairly soon," he
said.
"I will. See you later," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek
walking out the door more hastily than usual.
Steven went downstairs and watched television for a while,
preoccupied by Jenny's apparent deception. Although he'd originally
intended to retire early that night because he had a long day at work ahead
of him, he decided to wait up for her instead. Perhaps he could get some
clue as to her suspicious behavior. Maybe she was having a sexual interlude
with some adolescent hormone case from school.
As far as Steven knew, Jenny was still a virgin. Though she'd had a
couple of boyfriends, he was fairly certain that none of these relationships
had developed to the point where she'd had intercourse. Jenny's aunt, her
mother's sister, who'd been very helpful to Steven in dealing with Jenny
during the difficult period, talking to her about female issues and such, had
maintained a maternal bond with Jenny over the years. Her aunt was fairly
liberal about sex, and she and Jenny had had a few heart-to-heart
discussions about her love life. In the guise of fatherly concern, Steven was
able to convince her aunt to relate the substance of these conversations to
him. Apparently, Jenny had had several opportunities to have sex, but had
turned them down. Although she was interested, she'd felt very nervous
and awkward on these occasions, and had decided to remain celibate until
the right situation occurred.
He wondered if that situation was occurring that evening, perhaps at
that very moment. He couldn't decide if the thought of her being fucked by
someone angered or aroused him. Perhaps it was a little of both. In any
case, if she getting fucked, he wanted to know about it.
The time passed way beyond when she told him she'd return. Steven
was resolved to stay up until she came in, however late it was. If for no
other reason, he had to see her in that outfit once again, her jeans nearly
bursting at the seems, strained by the flesh of her *ss, pussy and legs.
When the time passed midnight, he went upstairs and situated himself
on the living room couch so that he could see her as she came through the
front door. There he sat, nearly motionless in his preoccupation, until some
time after 1:00 when he heard a jangling of keys, and the sound of the door
opening very slowly.
Jenny slipped in through the doorway. In the halflight of the
entranceway, he could see the outline of her prodigious breasts as she
turned to close the door gently behind her.
She must have noticed the dim light on next to the couch, as she
immediately looked right at Steven, her expression confessing startled
anxiety.
"Come over here," he said with an authoritative tone.
She began to slowly move towards him. As she came closer, he
noticed that her nipples were now hardened from being out in the cold. He
could make out her bulging labia, still clearly delineated by the tightness of
her jeans.
Then he smelled something unmistakable. It was clearly the smell of
alcohol.
"Jenny, have you been drinking," he said.
"No, daddy!" she said emphatically.
"Jenny, you might as well tell me where you really went and what you
were up to. It'll only be a lot worse if you don't come clean."
After what seemed like a long pause, Jenny let out a sigh and said,
"Alright, daddy. You know I can't lie to you. Ashley and I went out to a
drive-in with some boys from school. They brought along some beer. I only
had a couple."
"And..." said Steven.
"And nothing. We didn't do anything," she said.
"You didn't do anything with those boys?" he said.
She looked at him sheepishly. "Uh, well, alright, we made out a little,
but I swear that's all."
"That's all," he said accusatorily.
"That's all. I swear daddy!"
She sounded sincere, at least as far as Steven could tell. At any rate,
he wasn't going to belabor the point. Perhaps he'd get more detail from her
later.
"Alright, I believe you. But that's not the point. The point is that you
went out drinking, which you're not supposed to do. But more importantly,
you lied to me. I think I'm going to have trouble trusting you in the future."
"I know, I'm sorry, daddy. I promise I'll be honest from now on!" she
said with a conciliatory smile.
Steven's first inclination was to forgive her, and let her run along to
her room. He had never been a strict disciplinarian. Besides, Jenny was
generally a good girl, so that on those rare occasions when she did something
wrong, he was usually inclined toward leniency. But on this occasion, he was
seized by a sudden impulse. He felt flushed. After he opened his mouth, the
stream of words that came out from that point on was so alien to him, it was
as if it came from a different person.
"I'm sorry too, honey, but I'm just going to have to punish you for
this," he said.
"Punish me?" she said. Her lower lip quivered. She was on the verge
of tears.
"Jenny, you know I can't just let you get away with this behavior
without learning a lesson," he said sternly.
"But I HAVE learned my lesson," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, but there are times when children need to be disciplined.
I'm just going to have to give you a hard spanking for this."
"Hmn?" she said, as if she either hadn't heard him or couldn't believe
her ears.
"I'm going to give you a hard spanking," he said.
"But, but, you haven't spanked me since I was 10, daddy. I'm
eighteen now! Maybe you shouldn't do that," she said.
"I'm sorry, Jenny, but you need discipline, and this in my judgment is
the best way to administer it," he said unyieldingly. "Come over here and lie
face down over my knees. You can rest your head on the couch. Come on,
snap to it." He patted his thighs.
There was a long pause, during which he stared at her determinately.
Her brow furrowed with confusion.
"Come on," he said. "We haven't got all night."
After another pause, she said, "OK daddy," in a compliant and defeated
tone. Her lips quivered as a tear rolled down her cheek. She walked over to
him slowly and draped herself over his thighs. He could feel her massive
breasts dragging over his waist and causing his cock to stiffen even more
than it already was. Her face was now buried in the couch cushions and her
denim-strangled *ss was sticking straight up in the air.
Steven thought that she must have agreed because she figured that
this punishment, though humiliating, would be easier than any of a number
of other punishments which he could have dished out, such as a lengthy
grounding. He was determined to disabuse her of this misconception.
Steven reached around her waist and began tugging at her pants
button. She moved her hand down to intercept this maneuver. She turned
her head towards him and said winingly, "You're going to take off my
pants?"
"Sure, that's the only way to make this a truly effective punishment."
He said firmly. "Your pants are coming off, and that's final."
She continued looking at him tentatively for awhile, and then she
removed her hand and turned her head back into the cushion.
"OK, daddy," she said quiescently.
Steven's cock was now rock hard. He wondered if she could detect it.
After all, she was laying directly over his crotch. He reached under her and
began tugging at her pants button, which proved especially difficult to open,
due to the friction created by the tight waist line of her pants. He tugged
harder, but the button was resilient and he began to think that he might
exhaust himself just getting past this preliminary stage.
"Jesus, Jenny. These pants are so damn tight I can't even get the
button open!"
"I know. I'm sorry daddy," she said softly, turning her tear-stained
face to him.
"Ok, well, I need you to unbutton your pants for me. Come on, suck in
that tummy and pop it open for me. The faster you cooperate the sooner
this will all be over."
"Ok, d-daddy," she said, now sobbing in humiliation.
She reached down, propping her *ss up a little. She fiddled around
with it for a few seconds, then Steven heard a pop as the pant waist
slackened around her. Reaching down to pull her zipper, he could feel the
fabric of her lacy cotton panties, and the cool smoothness of her exposed
flesh. He pulled the zipper all the way down. Immediately, he could see the
pants expand to accommodate the full mass of her partially liberated flesh.
The waist line was so tight it had imprinted a rough crease into her smooth
skin that circumvented her entire waist.
The next task was even more difficult. Steven grabbed the sides of
the denim waist material and began to tug the pants downward, at first
gently and then with considerable force as he began to realize the extent of
the resistance. It would be difficult to pull this tight fabric over Jenny's
expansive, fleshy buttocks. The pants gave way in small increments, slowly
revealing first the top of her butt crack as it emerged above her pantyline,
then the panties themselves. Eventually, Steven worked the jeans down to
where they were are the apex of her butt cheeks. Then he gave them one
hard tug, and they slid down to her thighs, revealing her entire panty
encased *ss.
Her *ss was so round and well defined, there were natural creases in
her flesh that formed a clear boundary between her *ss and thighs. The
panties were virtually nonexistent in the lower portion, as the tightness of
the jeans had forced them into her *ss crack. Since her legs were together,
he could not see her crotch region, but he imagined that they were also
crammed way into her cunt crack as well. He could already smell the faint
aroma of her pussy juice.
Steven had come far enough that he wasn't going to stop short of his
objective. He grabbed her panties and began to tug downward, encountering
resistance as he freed the cotton fabric from the confines of her *ss and
pussy cracks.
"You're taking my panties off, daddy?" she said faintly through a
whimper.
Instead of replying, he yanked her panties and jeans all the way down
to her knees.
There was his stepdaughter's gorgeous, bare naked *ss, pointing
towards the ceiling, waiting to be spanked.
"You've been an awfully bad girl!" said Steven.
He wasted no time. He immediately gave Jenny's *ss a light whack.
Her flesh jiggled in response, but its firmness caused it to quickly return to
original form. Next he whacked her a little harder. She let out one of her
faint, high pitched sounds. Then he decided to let go and he whacked her
VERY hard. She let out a loud squeal. He whacked her several more times,
alternating cheeks and not ignoring her upper thigh area. Her punctuated
utterances gave way to a continuous stream of whimpering and squealing. It
sounded somewhere across between a pain response and sexual ecstasy. As
he increased his pace to an even greater furor, her whimpering and
squealing became louder and more pronounced, to where Steven actually
became concerned that the neighbors might hear.
He took a brief pause. He knew that he couldn't come this far without
achieving his most precious goal. He had to see Jenny's girlish cunt, now
buried beneath the fleshy folds of her *ss cheeks and thighs. He suddenly
understood the only way he could accomplish this. He reached down to her
feet and untied her dainty saddle shows, listening to each in turn drop to the
floor. This revealed her frilly white socks. He then the grabbed top of her
jeans and panties with one hand and in a single motion tugged them all the
way off over her feet. He heard them hit the floor. Jenny did not respond
but kept her head buried in the couch cushion.
Now her entire lower half, her *ss and legs, were completely exposed,
except for her feet which were covered only by short white socks. She was
totally vulnerable.
Steven ran one hand up the back of her right leg, starting at the
contour of her foot, pressing his fingers hard against her flesh. He then ran
his hand over her now red *ss cheeks, admiring their silky consistency. He
raised his hand and started to whack her again with moderate force. Again,
she responded by moaning and squealing.
This time, Steven balled up his other hand into a fist and inserted it
between her lower thighs, as if to brace himself. This caused her legs to part
a few inches, which revealed Jenny's cunt to him. Its tight, wet lips were
puckered in the narrow confines of the opening recess between her *ss
cheeks and thighs. The heady scent of her cunt juice became more
pronounced.
Steven began to spank her harder, and he lowered his target area to
where he would have at least an indirect impact on her pussy region. She
responded to this by increasing the volume of her whimpering, and kicking
it up an octave to the highest pitched sound that he'd ever heard emerge
from her mouth. She squirmed a little.
Steven couldn't stand it anymore. He had to see Jenny's naked cunt
spread wide before him. With his nonspanking hand, he grabbed her right
knee, and pushed it several inches away from her left leg, to the point where
her right leg was dangling down to the floor. Now he had a clear view of his
stepdaughter's unusually meaty pussy. Her public hair was light and sparse
along her slit. Her fat, pink cunt lips bulged out and he could see that her
clit was swollen. She was dripping wet. He wanted to see more. He wanted
to see it all.
"Honey," he said, "I need you to do something for me. I can't do this
right unless you spread your legs apart. Can you do that for me?"
There was a pause. Then he heard her say, "Alright," in a sweet,
innocent voice.
Jenny began to slowly spread her legs farther apart. He was uncertain
as to how far she would actually go. To Steven's ecstatic amazement, she
spread them all the way apart, resting one leg on the coffee table next to the
couch. She was virtually doing the splits.
This action caused her fat, meaty cunt lips to part, revealing her tight
little vaginal opening. It also gave him a better view of her pink, swollen
clit.
Steven couldn't resist the temptation. He new that Jenny couldn't see
what he was doing, and was not sure he cared anymore if she did. While he
was whacking her butt, he leaned over and moved his face very close to her
crotch, to where his face was only an inch away from her dripping, open slit.
He inhaled deeply, and was assaulted with the most intense aroma of the
sweetest smelling pussy that he'd ever encountered.
At that moment, Steven wanted nothing more than to taste his
stepdaughter's glistening young snatch. He wanted to run his tongue up and
down her slit, to suck hungrily on her fat lips, to nibble on her swollen clit.
He wanted to feel her slippery cunt oils running over his chin and down his
throat.
In the midst of his frenzied lust to consume this gorgeous creature
that lay half-naked draped over his lap, a scintilla of rationality suddenly
emerged. It occurred to Steven that he'd probably already gone too far. If
he pushed this any further, there could be serious ramifications. He resolved
to bring this encounter to a close before things got out of hand.
He decided he'd give her just a few more whacks and then let her get
dressed. While he was completing this final activity, he was seized by
another impulse. In between spanks, in one quick motion, Steven placed his
hands on Jenny's now swollen red *ss cheeks and spread them apart as far
as he could. This caused her cunt hole to expand to where he could see part
of the fleshy pink interior of her virgin fuckcanal. It also obscenely exposed
her tight little puckered asshole, previously hidden by her converging *ss
cheeks.
He quickly resumed spanking and stopped after a few strokes. He
reached to the floor and picked up her panties.
"Here you go, sweetie," he said gently, sliding her panties up her long
legs and tugging them over her swollen buttocks.
She got up and picked up her jeans and shoes from the floor. There
she stood, clothing in hand, looking at Steven, a little teary-eyed.
The interval seemed interminable. Steven wondered how she was
feeling. Was she angry? Was she aroused? Was she ashamed? He just
wished she'd say something.
"Daddy," she finally spoke. "I'm sorry I lied to you."
Steven was almost taken aback by the total sincerity of her tone.
"It's OK honey," he said softly. "I think you've learned your lesson. All
this will be forgotten tomorrow."
She smiled broadly. "I love you, daddy," she said.
He was still sitting on the couch. She came over and wrapped her arms
around him, as he buried his face between her enormous breasts. He stayed
that way for what seemed like a long while, feeling engulfed by the mass of
her breasts. Then she disengaged, turned around, and walked off, jeans and
shoes in hand. He watched as her swollen red butt, sharply contrasted with
her bright white panties, disappeared into the darkness of the stairwell.
(To be Continued...)
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