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Chapter 3 For several weeks following this incident Steven was a model ofrestraint. It wasn't so much that he was feeling guilty about the libertiesthat he'd taken with his stepdaughter, at least not from a moral or legalstandpoint. After all, they weren't blood relatives, he'd never adopted her,and she was at least barely of legal age. So he probably hadn't doneanything illegal.
But that wasn't the point. Steven knew that if anyone found out about
what had happened between them he could get into serious trouble. At the
very least, he faced possible condemnation and alienation from family and
friends. Steven became more and more concerned that Jenny might confide
in her aunt or possibly one of her friends. He was also concerned that she
might have been negatively affected by their strange interlude. God knows
he'd read and heard plenty of psychobabble about raising children with
proper boundaries. He hoped that he hadn't left her with any permanent
emotional scares.
Her own behavior left him perplexed. She acted no differently than
before: going to school; doing her cheerleader workouts; coming home and
discussing the ins and outs of her day with him; doing her homework; and
sometimes going out on weekend nights. Moreover, her attitude toward him
seemingly remained unaltered. Although he had become physically
standoffish with her, she continued to give him hugs and light pecks on his
mouth as before.
Steven became progressively frustrated with Jenny's cryptic "normal"
behavior. He knew she was a little naive, but she certainly wasn't stupid.
She had to know that their relationship had suddenly taken on a
certain...carnal subtext. If she was interested in taking it further, why didn't
she give him some sign, at least a subtle indication. But if she was
displeased with what had happened between them, why did she continue to
act as if nothing had happened? Perhaps she was in denial. Either way,
Steven determined that taking his impulses any further with her would be
unthinkable. He resolved to content himself with autostimulation and
fantasy until she left for college.
That resolution abruptly ended one evening.
Steven was laying in his bed watching TV when Jenny came into the
room wearing her cheerleading uniform. She had just returned from a late
running workout and her nubile limbs glistened with perspiration. The first
thing that Steven noticed was that the top button of her tight west was open,
allowing her generous cleavage to escape upward and outward. He
wondered if she had worn it this way at practice while she jumped up and
down, and who might have been watching her.
She sat down on the bed next to him, looking fatigued.
"God daddy. I'm seriously exhausted. Thompkins had us practicing
this new routine for over 3 hours. I mean, what's with her, anyway? This is
pep squad, not cross-country!"
"Yeah, you look pretty worn out, sweetie. It's good exercise, though.
Maybe you should relax for a while before starting your homework."
She sighed, grimacing a little at the sound of the "H" word. "Yeah, Ok, I
think I'm gonna go watch the tube for a while. Jeopardy's on in a few
minutes."
With that, she got up and went over to pick up her backpack that
she'd dropped on the floor. In doing so, she bent over completely at the
waist. Steven's eyes immediately riveted to Jenny's lavish bottom, now
completely in view. She wore an old pair of light pink panties, with a few
small holes, and a brown teddy bear print. Steven's cock immediately began
to throb. To make matters worse, she fumbled around with the pack for
several seconds before returning to her feet, apparently zipping it up. When
she shifted her weight, causing the panties to ride further up into her *ss
crack, Steven snapped. His libido immediately staged a coup d'état on his
brain. He didn't know what, but he was going to do something.
He noticed her rubbing her back and moaning softly as she hoisted the
pack over her shoulder.
"Hey Jenny, why don't you hang around here for bit," he said, patting
the mattress beside him. "I was gonna watch Jeopardy anyway. We can just
hang out and be lazy for a while. I'm kind of tired too."
She turned and smiled, dropping her pack to the floor again. "Great
daddy. That sounds cool. I didn't really feel like starting my homework for
a while anyway."
She sat down at the side of the bed, expelling a sigh of exhaustion.
"You know, sometimes I wish I'd never joined the pep squad," she
said.
Steven didn't reply. He was busy thinking about what it would be like
to lick the sweat off her smooth, tanned thighs.
"God, daddy. That was the most intense practice I've ever had. Every
muscle in my body is aching. My feet are killing me." She reached down
and rubbed her foot through her white canvas shoe. Then she slumped back
and closed her eyes.
"Let me rub your feet, honey. It'll make you feel better," said Steven.
She let out an anticipatory moan. "That would be incredible. Did
anyone ever tell you you're the greatest dad in the world?"
Steven didn't reply. He just smiled at her as she positioned herself at
the head of the bed and he kneeled down directly in front of her.
Immediately, he could see a little of her panty crotch revealed by the recess
between her thighs and her short, pleated skirt.
He slid both of her white glittery canvas shoes off, revealing her
smallish feet, covered by flimsy white socks. Her arches were especially
pronounced.
Using both hands, he began vigorously rubbing the underarch of her
left foot. She sighed, laying her head back and closing her eyes.
"Oh, that feels so good, daddy."
He had total control of her leg position. Gradually, as he stroked her
little sock clad foot, he moved her left leg to the side, until her legs were
spread several inches apart. He now had a perfect view of the crotch of her
pink cotton panties. He noticed something unusual. The panties were
extremely damp in the crotch area, so much so that they clung to the
contours of her bulging pussy. Steven reasoned that the intense physical
activities in her cheerleading practice must have caused her to secrete pussy
juice into her clingy panties. She must have been creaming in this manner
for a while, as her panties were almost completely drenched.
He stroked her feet for a while longer, listening to her occasional
moans of approval. He was intrigued by the disproportionately small size of
her feet relative to the rest of her body. Seized by a sudden impulse, he
pressed his lips to the underarch of her right foot.
"Mmmmm," was her response, her eyes still closed.
He then kissed her on the ball of her foot, on her heel and then again
on her underarch, this time sucking a bit and creating a damp spot on her
sock. He enjoyed exploring the contour of her foot with his mouth, the
slightly coarse texture of her socks, and the faint but distinctive odor that
they gave off.
After a few minutes, his hands moved from her feet to her shapely
calves, which he began to rub. The texture of her smooth, tanned skin was
extremely arousing. His dick was now rock hard.
"Oh, that feels great. My legs are killllling me!" she said.
After doing this for a short time, Steven began to consider moving on
to other territory. He looked up at her creamy thighs and her clinging wet
panties. Briefly, he considered messaging her thighs. Then he got a different
idea.
He glanced further upward. She was breathing deeply, and her
massive breasts, clad in a wrinkled, undersized vest were heaving up and
down slowly. He wanted to reach up, grab the top of her vest, and rip it
open violently, causing the buttons to fly and her massive bra clad breasts to
spring forth into his waiting hands. Instead, he opted for a more tactful
approach.
"Hey Jenny, why don't you lie down on your stomach so I can give you
a good back message. I bet that'll feel really nice," he said, a little too
enthusiastically.
"Oh, that's a great idea, daddy. God, what did I do to deserve such
royal treatment!" she said as she stretched herself out face down on the bed.
He slid himself up over her long, tanned legs, being careful to brush
himself over her pleated miniskirt, causing it to slide all the way up to her
waist. This revealed his stepdaughter's entire big round *ss, covered by one
piece of bare stretch cotton. He noticed that the wetness that he'd previously
observed extended all the way around to her rear crotch area as well. The
thin cotton clung to her like wet tissue paper in this area.
In spite of her sudden exposure, Jenny did not comment or react in
any way. Either she was blissfully unaware of what was happening or
secretly enjoying her stepfather's perverse leering. Steven couldn't decide
whether he was more turned on by the thought that she liked being ogled
and felt up by him, or by the thought that she might be so innocently
unaware of her sexuality as to be ignorant of the implications of what was
happening.
He began to message her shoulders and neck. He started off very
gently, but his manipulations became progressively deeper and more
vigorous. Her cool tan skin felt very nice. Her muscles were somewhat tense
from her extreme physical exertion earlier that day.
She responded by moaning loudly with pleasure. "Oh, that feels
sooooo good! Why don't you message my back, daddy."
"OK, honey. That's a good idea. But I can't really give you a good back
message unless you take off your top," he said. Steven honestly believed
this to be a relatively safe request at this juncture, given what Jenny had let
him see already.
Instead of reaching for the straining buttons on her vest, however, she
immediately sat up and moved her arms upward over her chest, a sort of
protective motion. He noticed that the second button of her vest had come
undone, revealing cavernous cleavage.
"Take off my top? I don't know about that. Maybe you should just
message me through the fabric," she said self-consciously.
Steven was perplexed by her sudden modesty. Why was she willing to
let him leer at her legs, *ss, and even her pussy, but reluctant to expose her
bra clad breasts to him? Perhaps she'd always felt different from other girls,
owing to her unusually large bust. Maybe this aberrant self-image caused
her to experience embarrassment at the prospect of exposing this part of her
body to a man for the first time. Steven knew that this was going to take
some coaxing.
"It's OK, honey. It's just me. You don't need to feel self-conscious," he
said.
"I don't know," she said, holding her arms tightly over her chest.
"OK, look. It would be nice to give you a real message. But it's no big
deal. If you don't want to do it, that's fine," he said gently.
After what seemed like a long pause, she said, "If I do, do you promise
that you won't laugh at me?"
"Laugh at you! Why would I do that?"
"I don't know," she said. Then there was a long pause where she sat in
apparent indecision, absently biting her lower lip. Finally, she said, "OK,
daddy."
Steven felt exhilarated when after what seemed like an eternity,
Jenny finally started tugging at the next button of her undersized vest. His
cock stiffened and throbbed in anticipation of what he was about to behold, a
sight never before witnessed by anyone, at least by no man.
As she popped the buttons, one by one, her chest expanded outward,
freed of the confining fabric of her vest. First her considerable cleavage was
exposed, then the whole of her voluminous breasts, encased in a layer of
tight white satin.
There she sat, blushing and smiling coyly at Steven, with two
enormous globes jutting straight out from her chest, creamy flesh oozing out
along the entire boundary her the tight bra. Her nipples were extremely
erect, like pebbles.
Steven couldn't help himself. He just sat there leering at his
stepdaughter's gorgeous adolescent tits, wondering if he could restrain
himself from reaching out and touching them. Jenny began blushing more
deeply, and after about a half-minute of this blatant, perverse ogling, she
moved her arms up to cover herself.
"Daddy!" she said.
Steven shook his head a bit, as if snapping himself out of a daze. "I'm
sorry, honey. I just can't believe how much you've grown. You're really
becoming a woman!" This time he knew his voice was quaking.
Instead of replying, Jenny once again stretched herself out face down
on the bed. Steven immediately went to work on her back.
He messaged her back deeply for several minutes as she moaned and
squeaked in pleasure. He worked her shoulders, then moved downward,
sliding his hands under her bra strap. He messaged the small of her back,
and slid his fingers under her skirtwaist, messaging around her upper *ss
crack, and feeling the lacy border of her clingy panties. She wiggled her butt
slightly and cooed softly.
After working her backside for a long while, he slid his hand under
her belly, admiring her smooth, flat midriff. Then he casually moved his
hands upward and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the satin encased
flesh. He could feel her hardened nipples protruding outward against his
palms.
Then she sat up, turned and looked at him tentatively, his hands still
cupping her breasts gently. There was a brief interlude of intense eye
contact.
"Daddy, you shouldn't-"
He cut her off in midsentance by squeezing her tits firmly, crushing
her spongy flesh against her chest. Her expression changed. She closed her
eyes.
"Oh, daddy! That feels nice, but-"
He ignored her fragmented protestations. With abandon, his hands
began to fondle and explore Jenny's breasts through the cool satin. He
squeezed them, pinched them, pressed them together, trying in vain to get
his hands around them. When he pinched her hardened protruding nipples,
she let out loud girlish squeal.
"Oh God. What are you doing to me daddy? I can't believe you're
squeezing my boobs!" she said through coarse and rapid breathing.
"I'm going to take off your bra," he said. "I have to see your tits." She
didn't reply, her mouth open and eyes glazed over in an apparent daze. He
reached around behind her and undid the hook of her bra. Her breasts burst
forward, freed from their constraints. They were two perfect cream colored
semi-spheres. Her aureoles were large, soft pink, nipples jutting out
prominently.
"My God, Jenny. You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen!"
he said with more sincerity than had ever passed through his lips.
She blushed, smiling with obvious pride. "Really?" she said.
Instead of answering this rhetorical query, he cupped her bare breasts
with his hands. He then squeezed, watching her firm flesh exude between
his fingers. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs.
He then brought her face close to his, with the intention of locking lips.
She briefly pulled away. Then she leaned forward, and pressed her lips hard
against his. Surprised by his stepdaughter's intense reciprocation, Steven
began kissing her passionately, probing her mouth deeply with his tongue.
The inside of her mouth was warm and tasted tangy, as if she'd eaten
something spicy for lunch. He reached under her skirt and fondled her soft
round *ss, sliding his hand downward deeply into her crack. Her crotch was
a gooey mess, all slimy cunt meat and sopping fabric. He rubbed hard on the
steamy mass. She moaned loudly in the midst of their oral embrace. The
sound came out muffled and gurgled as she pulled back, coughing slightly.
He could see saliva dripping down her chin and he could taste her saliva in
his mouth.
He then pulled her back and they began exploring each others' mouths
in a frenzy. With one hand, Steven alternately squeezed her breast and
pinched her nipple. With the other, he rubbed hard against the thin layer of
cotton covering her pussy, cramming the fabric way up into her slimy crack.
He then yanked the fabric to the side, plastering it to her inner thigh, and
ran two fingers along the entire length of her warm, moist slit. Again, she let
out a muffled grown in the midst of their salivary interplay.
After a brief exploration, he found her opening and inserted his finger
into her tight, young v*g*n*. She immediately disengaged her mouth and
threw her head back, her eyes wide with shock.
"So, what do you think? You like the feel of this sweetie?" he said,
wiggling his finger and producing an obscenely audible sloshing sound from
deep inside Jenny's virginal cunt.
"I don't know. I mean, your finger is all the way inside my, my..."
Then he inserted a second finger. "Good. It feels...good." He jiggled both
fingers. "Good? God, it feels INCREDIBLE daddy!!!!!"
He began thrusting both fingers in and out of his stepdaughter's now
expanded vaginal opening, slowly but firmly. The walls gripped him tightly,
barely accommodating the second finger. Both were coated with her flowing
pussy oils. Her moans and squeaks increased in volume, now in synch with
the rhythm of Steven's penetrating digits. He increased his pace until he was
finger fucking her very rapidly, and could feel the increasing influx of her
vaginal secretions around his invading fingers. Pussy juice began to drip
from her straining hole onto his hand and into the already permeated fabric
of her panties. Then he suddenly removed his fingers. She let out a
tremendous moan.
He pulled his now slickened fingers up to his mouth. His face close to
hers, he stared lasciviously at her. Inhaling deeply and experiencing the
sweet, pungent scent, he began licking and sucking on his fingers, hungrily
lapping up her pussy juices. She sat motionless, her mouth open and eyes at
half mast. Her expression was almost listless, an amalgam of shock and
dizzying arousal. Silently, she listened to lewd sucking and slurping noises as
her stepfather partook of her bodily fluid.
After staring at her intensely for a while, he said, "I'm going to take
off the rest of your clothes. I want you completely naked."
She looked at him tentatively, then began to nod.
"Daddy," she said, gulping slightly. "I've, uh, never done anything like
this before. I'm a little nervous. I'm not really sure if I know what to do."
"That's Ok," he said, a tone of paternal assurance almost eclipsing the
lustful undercurrent in his voice. "We won't do anything you don't want to
do, and we'll take it as slow as you want."
"OK, that's fine," she said. "But what I mean is, I'd rather if you were
in control. I'd rather just do whatever you tell me to do."
"You mean," he said, suddenly halting as an unparalleled shivering
blood rush of lust came over him, "you mean, you'll do anything I tell you?"
"OK," she said, softly and innocently.
"Anything?"
She nodded. There was a long pause.
"Ok. I want you to lie down on your stomach. I'm gonna take off your
skirt and panties. I want to examine your *ss and your tight little snatch,"
he said with a hint of authority in his voice.
"My....snatch?" she said.
"Yeah, your SNATCH. You don't know what that means?" he said with
amazement.
"Uh, no. I've never heard the word," she said softly.
"Really? Well, it must be a generational thing. It means 'cunt.'"
"Oh," she said, covering her mouth and looking embarrassed.
"Alright, so now you know. Now lie down and spread your legs for me
so I can examine your little snatch!" he said commandingly.
"Ok," she said, responding instantly to his sudden harsh language and
authoritarian tone. She stretched herself out on the bed before him.
He unzipped her pleated cheerleader skirt, and slid it off over her
tanned, meaty legs. She lay there now clad in only her clingy light pink
cotton panties, covering a small portion of her fleshy *ss cheeks. He hooked
his fingers under the bands of the wet garment and toyed with it briefly.
Then with one harsh yank her ripped it off her, her body jerking upwards in
response. Startled, she turned her head and watched him hold the tattered
remains of her panties up to his face and inhale her aromas, shoving its
crotch into his mouth and sucking lewdly. She was now completely naked
save her frilly white socks.
Tossing her panties aside, he said, "God, you've got the sweetest
tasting pussy!"
Instead of replying, she looked at him quizzically, as if waiting for his
next instruction.
"Alright, Jenny, I want you to spread your legs apart for me. Can you
do that for your daddy? I want you to show daddy your tight little cunt."
She immediately began to spread her legs apart slowly, to where they
formed a 45 degree angle. He could now see her glistening snatch more
clearly now, its fat, meaty slips bulging out.
"Jenny," he said with authority. "I need you to spread them further. I
need you to spread them all the way. I want to see your clit, and your little
fuckhole. Can you do that for me? C'mon, spread 'em sweetie."
(To be Concluded...)
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