Step Dad Seeds his Fertile Step Daughter and lived as Husband and Wife
11-08-2014, 12:02 AM
As we were waiting for a table, I leaned over to Miss Sarah and whispered, "you look so incredible in that dress. Every man in this restaurant is wishing that he was going home with you tonight."
"Well, that's too bad," she said, "because I'm going home with you." She looked at me with her big eyes and smiled. At that moment, she could have asked me for my heart, lungs, and liver and I would have given them to her in an instant.
When we were seated, we were placed at a table that had bench seating on one side and chairs on the opposite side of the table. Miss Sarah asked if we could sit on the bench seating and, of course, I agreed. As soon as I was seated, she moved closer so that her thigh was against my thigh and she reached under my arm to rest her hand on the inside of my elbow.
"I've never been here before and I'm a little nervous," she quietly said to me. "I don't want to do anything to embarrass you."
"Oh, honey, even if you came in here on roller skates, I'd be the proudest man in the room. You've really turned into a woman." I meant every word that I was said to her.
"Can you help me with the menu? And can we have a bottle of wine?" I would do anything to make this little girl happy, so of course I agreed.
The meal was wonderful, the first bottle of wine was good, and the second bottle must have been even better, because Miss Sarah drank at least four glasses.
At the end of the meal, I stood and offered my hand to her to help her up. As she stood, she started to lose her balance but quickly recovered. "I haven't had that much wine to drink before," she explained, but I had already guessed as much.
"It's okay, sweetie. Just walk close to me, hang on to my arm, and we'll be home soon." I may have had a terminal case of the hots for this nubile young vixen but I also had paternally protective feelings as well.
When we got home, Miss Sarah was still having a few problems with walking. Four glasses of wine shouldn't have had such a pronounced effect on her but she was a very inexperienced drinker. We got in the apartment and into the bedroom. She immediately laid down on the bed with her feet hanging over the edge.
"Sweetie, you can't go to sleep, yet," I said. "You need to get out of those clothes and get ready for bed."
"Can you help me?" she asked.
What kind of a question was this? Let's see; would I be willing to undress a young goddess so she could sleep in my bed tonight? It wasn't too difficult to answer her.
"Sure," I replied. I got her sitting up and reached behind her to unfasten and unzip her dress. "You've got to stand up for me to take it off," I said.
"You're the boss," she murmured.
With some assistance, she stood up and I quickly had the dress down around her ankles. She was wearing panties and a bra but, fortunately, no slip. I reached behind her, unfastened the bra, and quickly removed it and tossed it to the floor. She was now covered by only her red bikini panties.
"Ron, I need to pee. Can you help me to the bathroom?"
She leaned on me and we walked into the bathroom. She started to sit on the toilet without pulling her panties down.
"Hey, don't we need to pull your panties down first?" I asked.
She smiled. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she asked rhetorically and slightly slurred. "Yeah, just take 'em off. I usually sleep nude anyway."
I pulled her panties down to her ankles and she sat down. She lifted her feet and I picked up her panties. I looked at her panties in my hand and then I looked straight into her eyes.
"You can't imagine how fucking horny I am," I said as I lifted her panties to my face and buried my nose in them. The musky scent of her delightful pussy was pungent and unmistakable and I realized that the crotch of her panties were quite damp.
"Why, Miss Sarah, did you pee in your pants before you got to the bathroom?" I teased her.
"Ron, I'm not a little girl anymore and I don't do such things. If a big girl's panties are damp, it usually means her pussy is wet because she's horny."
Hearing her say "panties" and "pussy" got me aroused even more. "Why, Miss Sarah, are you feeling horny tonight?" I continued in my teasing voice.
Miss Sarah wiggled her index finger to call me closer to her. I got close enough that I could feel her nipples against my chest as she whispered, "I've been horny for you ever since that night in the tent."
"Me, too," I whispered to her. "This is a tough situation and I don't know where we can go with it, but we have tonight," I said. I pulled off a piece of toilet paper, folded it, and very gently wiped her pussy lips. "Let's go to bed."
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied.
I led Miss Sarah back to the bed and pulled down the covers. She laid down while I quickly undressed. When I pulled down my boxers, Miss Sarah said, "wow! That's quite a monster you have."
"He's not a monster," I said in defense of the member. "He's a gentleman and he wants to please a lady."
"He can please me, for sure, but, you'll be easy with me, won't you?" she asked with apparently sincere concern.
"Miss Sarah, are you . . . a . . . virgin?" I asked.
"Yes," she said timidly, "but not much longer. Ron, I want you to be the one."
I laid down and placed my lips against hers. She immediately parted her lips and began exploring my lips with her tongue. I opened my lips and soon we were exploring the beginnings of our passion.
"I've wanted you for so long," I said with obvious longing in my voice.
"And you don't know how many times I fantasized about you when I got off with my vibrator," she responded. The mental image of my little girl with a vibrator in her pussy made my dick as hard as steel.
I lifted my right hand and placed it on her left breast, grasping my fingers firmly at the base of her breast and closing my grasp as I moved my hand towards her nipple. As I continued this, the first little moan escaped from her lips. I then grabbed her nipple between my thumb and index finger and began kneading it. Her nipple was incredibly firm and I just had to have a nipple in my mouth.
I pulled my head away from hers and leaned down so that I could take her right nipple in my mouth. As I did so, I began licking her nipple while sucking it into my mouth and then releasing it, causing her nipple to thrust in and out between my teeth.
She gasped. "Oh, fuck, that feels good," she declared. "I want you in me!"
"Not yet, sweetie," I responded. I released her nipple from my right hand. I slowly -- and very lightly -- dragged my fingertips down her chest to her belly button, where I stopped to visit for a moment. I then resumed the tortuously slow travel southward.
As my fingertips reached within 3 inches of her waiting pussy, I began to flex my hand so that my fingers spread out and then drew back in. As my fingers drew closer together, I lessened the pressure on her skin so that it felt like she was being caressed with feathers.
"Do you want me to put my fingers in your pussy?" I asked. Of course I knew that was what she wanted.
"Oh, yes!" she insisted.
"Them tell me what you want. Don't just say yes or no. Tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I want to feel your fingers inside my pussy right now, Ron."
I eagerly complied, parting her pussy lips and entering her with my middle and fourth fingers.
"You're so wet, Sarah! I know you're gonna cum soon."
My hand was turned with the palm facing up. I began making that "come here" motion with my fingers. This always seem to find the g-spot and tonight was no exception.
"Oh, gawd, Ron, that's so damn good. Don't stop," she told me. I had no intentions of stopping.
"Ooh, ooh, ahh, that's . . . so . . .good!" she uttered and then she started moaning. I have heard quite a few women moan during sex. Miss Sarah was one of the more vociferous moaners I have ever encountered, much to my delight. Her moans were loud and frequent and I knew she would soon be cumming.
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I bent down so that my mouth was on her abdomen just inches from her pussy. I wrapped my left hand around her leg and reached up to find her clit. I used my index and third fingers to play the fiddle in the middle. I alternated between stroking up and down on both sides of her clit and using my index finger to trace light circles around the little button.
With this type of ministration on her cunt, she was very quickly cumming. "Oh, gawd, Ron, my pussy feels . . . so . . . oh, gawd, don't stop, I'm cumming." Her body alternated between waves of absolute muscular tension and relaxation. Her thighs pressed inward tightly and her moans continued in undiminished paroxysms. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her right hand had latched onto the hair on my head and I had to pry her fingers away for fear that she would pull my hair out. I had stopped stimulating her g-spot and clit but resumed for just a few seconds before I withdrew my fingers from her sweet snatch. This elicited a few moans of renewed passion before I stopped.
"Honey, catch your breath, because I'm gonna stick my tongue in your pussy in just a minute and then you're gonna cum even harder than before."
"Oh, fuck," was all she could manage to say.
"We'll get around to that, too," I replied. The night was still young.
I turned around in bed so that I could comfortably access Miss Sarah's sweet snatch. I rested my head on the inside of her right thigh and stared at her shaved pussy. "You have the cutest little pussy that I've ever seen," I said. "Does it taste as sweet as it looks?"
"I don't know, I'm a virgin, but I did have oral sex a few times and the guys never said anything bad about it," she said.
"I'm sure those lucky rascals never complained, sweetie," I replied. "Did you ever have an orgasm from the oral sex?"
"No, it was only like three times, and, we were doing that 69 thing each time. The guys came so fast and then they stopped, like, they got what they wanted so why should they continue. It really wasn't all that wonderful compared to how other girls talk about getting their pussies eaten out."
"Well, that's the problem with younger guys. Their just into themselves. But tonight, you're gonna cum when my tongue gets on your clit."
"Promises, promises," Miss Sarah said, almost as if daring me to launch in.
So I did.
As soon as those words left her lips, I leaned forward and my lips made contact with Miss Sarah's pussy lips. They were very cleanly shaven, no stubble, as if she had prepared for this evening. And I was glad that she had. I pushed my tongue into her slit and moved from the top to the bottom of her cunt. She tasted like perspiration that had been sweetened with just enough honey to give it a suggestion of sweetness. She was wet. I could taste her wetness. I could feel her wetness with my tongue. I could smell her odor. And it all made my dick want to get fucked now.
But I needed to make Miss Sarah cum with my tongue. I brought my tongue up to her clit and pressed on it gently. Then I began swirling my tongue in circles around her button of delight. Meanwhile, I returned my middle and fourth fingers to their previous position, stimulating the g-spot, but I also began thrusting my fingers in and out of her slippery woman hole.
Meanwhile, I found her clit with my lips and sucked on it so that it was pulled between my teeth. I began sucking and releasing, sucking and releasing, so that her clit was thrusting between my teeth.
Miss Sarah's moans had grown louder and longer. "Oh . . . fuck me . . . Ron . . . I wanna cum . . . with your tongue . . . in my pussy." When I heard these words, I knew it was time to make the final assault on the citadel of her composure. It was time to release the hounds of raw animal passion and fiery hormones pulsing through the veins of a beast.
I wrapped my left hand around Miss Sarah's ass and began stroking up and down her ass crack while thrusting the fingers of my other hand in and out of her pussy and fucking her clit with my lips.
"Oh . . . honey . . . that's so damn . . . nasty . . . Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" As she said that her thighs squeezed together, pressing on my skull, holding my head firmly in place so that I could continue to suck her clit between my lips. My left index finger found Miss Sarah's puckered little back door and I pushed in so that my finger was buried up to the first knuckle. As soon as I penetrated her rear hole, her body went as stiff as a 2 x 4 and her breathing became very rapid and shallow.
"Don't stop!" she commanded, and then she began screaming as if she was in pain, but I knew it was the pain that hurts so good.
"No, no, okay, stop now!" she said. Obviously, she had been wracked by a tremendous orgasm and she now had a very heightened sensitivity in her clit. I stopped licking and slowly stopped thrusting my fingers in her pussy. I left my finger in her ass and just pressed slightly to the side as her orgasm began to subside and that little motion immediately translated into a gasp and slightly louder moan.
I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and ass and turned back around in bed so that I was face-to-face with Miss Sarah.
"Did you enjoy your orgasm, Miss Sarah?" I politely inquired.
"Oh, fuck, I've never cum so fucking hard in my entire life!" I could hear the appreciation in her voice.
"Miss Sarah, that is the way an orgasm is supposed to be. They're not always that strong, but you should have one every time you have sex."
"Oh, I know I'll have one very time I have sex with you," she said. The promise of more sex always gets a man's interest.
"Now, it's time, Miss Sarah," I said as I got on top of her. "You're so wet I know we don't need anything to help me slide into you."
"Don't worry about hurting me. I lost my cherry when I was 14, trying to get off with a long candle. So just fuck me and make it hard."
"Okay. You reach down between us and guide my dick into you. That's a whole lot easier for you to do than for me."
She immediately responded, grabbed my dick with her right hand and placed it at the entrance to her waiting pussy. "Stick it in me now," she said.
I needed no further encouragement. I was right, she was so wet, I immediately slid in. Miss Sarah had the tightest pussy I had ever fucked. It felt like a hand covered with warm velvet, as wet as a mouth, squeezing my dick as tight as it could without forcing me to retreat.
I knew that Sarah had cum so hard that it wouldn't take much for her to reach her next orgasm, so I didn't bother with starting slow. I reached out and grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the bed. "You wanna be fucked hard, I'll give it to you hard!"
I began pushing my dick into her sweet cunt just as fast and hard as I possibly could. As soon as I was fully emerged in her pussy, I withdrew for my next thrust. I was moaning and breathing heavily, obviously working at fucking this pussy like it was the last pussy I would ever get.
Within three thrusts, Miss Sarah was panting like a dog, moaning like a whore in heat. "Fuck me, Ron. Fuck me hard. Oh, fuck, Oh, fuck. Cum in my pussy. I want your cum in my pussy."
It didn't take much of that talk from my sweet goddess to put me over the edge. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in your pussy, oh . . . here it is!"
As my dick began pumping my cum into Miss Sarah, she began cumming, moaning in unison with each jet of cum that filled her tight pussy. She had her arms around me and she was holding on tight. I felt her hard nipples rubbing across my chest and . . . I was one satisfied fucker.
When I finished pouring my seed into her sweet female garden, I began kissing her cheeks, nibbling on her ear lobe, and whispering in her ear.
"I've never felt anything that wonderful in my entire life," I said quietly. "You're the lover every man dreams of having. Your passion . . . and cumming in your pussy is a dream come true. I just hope it was as good as you expected it to be."
"Ron," Miss Sarah said softly, "I want to spend every night of the rest of my life in your bed." And with that, she kissed me softly and tenderly on the lips. "I love you, Ron."
"I love you, too, sweetie," I replied.
I got off of her and laid on my back next to her. She rolled over on her side, facing me, laid her head on my shoulder, draped her left leg over mine, and was sleeping soundly within fifteen seconds.
"I love you, too, sweetie," I said to no one other than myself. "We'll just have to find a way to make it happen."
I closed my eyes and, in the ten or so seconds that it took before I was asleep, I knew that I was the most contented man on the planet. And then sleep came over me and I slept soundly, because my desires had been completely satisfied. In every way that a woman could please a man, this young goddess had satisfied me.
11-08-2014, 12:02 AM
I woke the next morning around 7:30 a.m. It was a Saturday morning and although I had no need to wake that early, I did so as a matter of habit, routinely, every day, seven days a week. Most Saturday mornings, I closed my eyes and returned to sleep, but not this Saturday morning.
When I opened my eyes, I was gazing at Miss Sarah. She was beautiful in the morning just as she was beautiful at night. Her clear, soft skin beckoned me to touch her. Her tousled brown hair wanted my fingers in it. Her nipples were created to be looked upon, licked, and sucked until they were hard and firm. Her breasts were two magnificent orbs to be grabbed, to be handles for me as I held the naked skin of her back against my chest, my dick nestled between the cheeks of her ass and my fingers gently encouraging her clit.
I longed to give her an orgasm and I wanted to have an orgasm with her. I wanted to come on her. I wanted to come in her. I wanted to come in her hand, her mouth, between her tits, in her pussy, and in her ass. I wanted her.
All of these thoughts and feelings filled my brain in the instant that I opened my eyes and looked at her. Almost as quickly, my dick began to twitch, to engorge, and to stiffen until I was hard and needed release.
I gazed upon her body and was filled with an overpowering lust. Perhaps having sex with my former step-daughter was wrong. Even though we were no longer related by blood or marriage, I knew that most people would disapprove of this. I had been her step-father at one time and she had looked up to me as an authority figure. If I had a sexual relationship with Miss Sarah, it was undoubtedly because I was taking advantage of her trust in me. Yes, I knew it was wrong.
It was wrong but I didn't care. I would do whatever was necessary to have sex with her. If she was a whore, I would mortgage my house to pay her for sex. If she was in prison, I would plan a jail break just so I could have an opportunity to come inside her once again. I knew it wrong but it didn't matter. I wanted her now and I wanted her tomorrow and the next day.
I knew that I lusted for Miss Sarah but I realized that my feelings were deeper than simple animal passion. I enjoyed spending time with Miss Sarah. I loved every minute of taking her to dinner, watching a movie with her, talking with her about her life. When I had still been married to Gretchen, Miss Sarah and I had even had some talks about our dreams and plans. Mostly, we had talked about her dreams and, of course, she was still a teenager so her dreams were not mature, but nonetheless her dreams were sweet, innocent, and delightful. When she talked about her future, it made me wish to be young again, so that I could be the one with whom she would share her future. I never thought that she would want a relationship with me as a lover. How gloriously and delightfully wrong I had been!
I knew now that I was falling in love with Miss Sarah. After the divorce, I truly did not miss Gretchen, but I had missed Miss Sarah. During the marriage, I had not wanted to spend time with Gretchen; it was Miss Sarah whose company I had valued. When I had given Miss Sarah hugs and kisses on the forehead, I know that I had fought an internal struggle to not kiss her with passion and desire and to announce my longing for her. I had restrained myself admirably, because of the circumstances, but I no longer had that motivation. Now, I wanted her to know how I felt.
All of these thoughts and feelings passed through my head and my heart in the twinkling of an eye. As I looked at the naked Miss Sarah lying next to me, I knew that I did not simply want to fuck her, but I wanted to make love with her. I wanted to arouse in her not just her primitive hormonal desires but I wanted to make her feel wanted, desired, and loved, and I wanted her to love me.
Miss Sarah rolled onto her left side so that her back was towards me. Her cute little ass was like a magnet for my eyes and I could not move my gaze from the small of her back and the crevice between her ass cheeks that disappeared beneath the linens.
She was naked, I was naked, and I wanted her.
I slid over in the bed so that we were spooning. I placed my left arm under her pillow and my right arm around her so that my hand could find a nipple. She was sleeping and her nipples weren't erect – yet – while my hand perceived the beauty of her firm breast. I simply held her breast with my right hand and focused on its warmth and smooth texture. My head was resting on the pillow next to her and my mouth was close to her ear.
My dick was hard and it had found its way into the crevice between her legs. Her nipples were beginning to fill with her life force, to signal their arousal. I could see her eyelids fluttering and then opening.
"Uhmmm, that feels so nice," she whispered.
"You feel wonderful," I replied.
"I thought that I'd probably be waking up on your sofa this morning. But waking up in the bed beside you is much better." Miss Sarah said this with a tentative voice, as if she wasn't sure what to make of what happened between us last night.
"Honey," I said, "you've got to know that last night was . . .."
"Ron, I hope you're not going to tell me that you think it was a mistake." She sounded upset and I immediately wanted to reassure her.
"No, no, no, honey. Last night wasn't a mistake. Last night was beautiful. You felt wonderful, you made me feel wonderful, but it wasn't just a good time. You stirred some feelings in me that I haven't felt in quite a while. What I feel for you isn't what a step-father is supposed to feel for his step-daughter. And it's not just lust. Miss Sarah, I love you. I love you as a man loves a woman and I want you in my life as my lover, as my girlfriend, my companion, my bed mate, and maybe more. I want you, and I want all of you."
"Oh, Ron, I love you, too! I'm so relieved to hear you telling me how you feel. I was afraid to tell you that I love you, I was afraid you'd think I was being a silly little girl with a crush, but I do love you. I'm in love with you. I've loved you for a long time but I couldn't say anything or do anything about it but . . . now . . . I want to be with you every day and every night. I want to be your girlfriend and your lover, and . . . if we are meant to be, I want to be more."
She was still lying on her side, facing away from me but, as soon as the last words left her lips, she rolled over so that she was facing me. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew, at that moment, that I would eventually marry Miss Sarah.
Our lips met, very tenderly, and I allowed my lips to caress hers for a moment and then my tongue slid into her mouth. Her tongue danced with mine and I could feel the passion and desire mounting within her.
"I am SO horny for you now," she uttered with desperation, "but . . . my pussy is still sore from last night. That was my first time and I think it needs to rest."
She paused and I was preparing to tell her that we could wait but she continued. "I've never made love with anyone else and playing with a vibrator really doesn't prepare you to be a lover. I want you to teach me how to be the best lover in the world for you. I'll do anything to make you happy; just show me what to do and I'll do it."
"Honey," I replied, "the best thing you can do to be a good lover is to love me with all of your heart and soul. The rest of that stuff just comes with experience and trying new things. And of course I'll show you whatever you want to know. You've already made me the happiest man in the world."
"You're so sweet," she said. "And you're obviously very horny, too. I don't think I can handle having you in my pussy now, but show me and I'll do something else to make you come."
"Baby, your wonderful. In my fantasies, I have come in your hand, in your mouth, your tits, your pussy . . . I even came in your ass. Any of those things would make me come."
"I want you to show me something different this morning. Will you show me anal sex?"
"Are you sure that's something you want, Honey?" I asked, but, of course, I was hoping and praying that the answer would be 'yes.'
"Well, last night, when you were going down on me and you stuck your finger in my butt, it felt a little weird at first, 'cause I've never had that done to me before. But, when I started coming, it felt like I was coming even harder because you had your finger in me back there. So, if you want, show me more."
"Roll over on your stomach," I instructed her. She replied like an obedient and eager pupil.
I placed my hand on her inner thigh and began stroking her leg. I gradually moved my hand higher until my fingers were brushing against her pussy. As my fingers grazed her female lips, her quiet moans told me I had started something good.
"Lift up a little so I can reach your clit," I said. She raised her torso slightly so that her mons was maybe an inch above the bed. I reached under her and began massaging her clit. Within seconds, she was doing most of the work, humping my hand as if it was a toy for her masturbation pleasure.
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I leaned over her and brought my lips to rest on the small of her back. I kissed her gently and licked her with the extreme tip of my tongue so that the wetness of my mouth barely tickled her skin. As her moaning began to get louder, I moved my mouth towards her ass, placing gentle kisses on every inch of her skin that passed below my lips.
When my mouth was directly above her anus, I used my free hand to pull her ass cheek to the side, exposing her forbidden entrance.
"Are you looking at my ass now?" she asked. "This feels so nasty!"
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, my tone of voice clearly indicating that I wanted to continue.
"No, don't stop. It just feels so naughty, like I'm being a bad girl."
"Oh, Honey, you're the best little bad girl in the whole wide world," I reassured her. With that, I licked her ass cheek about an inch from her puckered orifice, tracing a circle from one ass cheek to the other. The volume of her moaning told me that she enjoyed these new sensations and that I should continue.
I lowered my tongue into the sweet fold of her derriere and licked its length until I felt the pucker of her asshole. As soon as my tongue had found its target, Miss Sarah's moans became yet louder.
"Oh, gawd, Ron, lick me. Lick my ass. Fuck my ass with your tongue," she begged. I wondered how such a sweet and innocent young girl could say such things but it didn't matter. Her urgent request for a tongue fucking made me even harder and more desperate to please her.
"You're ass is so sweet," I responded. "I'll fuck it with my tongue and then I'll fuck it with my dick!"
As I finished making this promise, she began to have an orgasm. My hand on her pussy had become considerably damp and even wet, and her ass was frantically moving up and down as her body convulsed in paroxysms of delight.
I removed my tongue from her anal orifice and replaced it with my finger. I placed the tip of my index finger at her asshole and gently applied pressure. She continued to writhe in bliss and she reached back with her hands to pull her cheeks apart. When she did so, I slid my finger into her ass and began making small strokes in and out of her heavenly hole.
"Oh, fuck me, I'm coming! Oh, Ron, fuck my ass now. Please fuck my ass!"
How could I deny such a plaintive petition? I had a bottle of K-Y in the bedside table and quickly retrieved it. I straddled her hips with my knees and applied an ample amount of the slippery liquid.
I used both hands to part her ass cheeks and I got a visual lock on my target. Her little asshole was pink and it looked just perfect. I leaned forward and my dick slid into her butt crack. I placed the tip of my dick at her backdoor and pushed forward.
As soon as my dick was inside her ass, I exclaimed "I'm fucking your ass. . . . Oh, so tight! So hot! I don't care if I burn in hell, I've never felt anything this good my entire life!"
As I continue to stroke in and out of her ass, my strokes became longer and I went deeper into her forbidden entrance. When the full length of my dick was buried in her ass, I leaned forward and reached underneath her to grab her breasts. I found both nipples and they were as hard as steel. I began to roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as I continued to explore her deepest hidden pleasure.
"I want this every night the rest of my life," she said with longing.
"Baby, I'm not gonna last much longer inside you. You're ass is so tight and hot, I feel it building inside me."
"Ron, I'm gonna come. Come in my ass when I come!" She wanted it as much as I did and I was amazed.
I felt my seed boiling within me and then I knew that an eruption was inevitable.
"Ron, I'm coming!" she screamed in a voice loud enough that the neighbors heard it . . . and were jealous, I'm sure. That was all it took for me to go over the edge.
I began to spurt my cum into her ass and I could feel her ass become even tighter as I deposited my sperm in her naughty place. She was so tight that, as I started to become flaccid, her sphincter ejected me from this blessed place.
I rolled off of her and onto my side and she rolled over to face me.
"Oh, damn, that was good!" She was almost breathless and it took effort for her to form her words. "I never thought that a dick in my ass would make me come, but . . . oh, damn, that was good!"
"Baby, that was magnificent but, you know, this is only Saturday morning and we have the rest of the weekend to go exploring."
"I don't know how much more I can do, Ron, but there's only one way to find out. Why don't you go make some coffee and bring two cups into the bathroom. You can join me in the tub for a nice warm soak."
The remainder of the weekend was spent inside. I had some food on hand for lunch and we ordered pizza delivery on Saturday night. We ate pepperoni slices as we watched a soft porn movie, followed by an "instructional" session about mutual oral sex. The soak in the tub apparently relieved the soreness in Miss Sarah's pussy because we had vaginal sex at last three more times that weekend.
When 5:00 p.m. came on Sunday, Miss Sarah was packed and ready to return to her home with Gretchen.
"I don't wanna leave," she said, almost crying, and then the tears did begin to flow.
"Honey, come to my office tomorrow and we'll talk about the future. If you love me as much as I love you, we'll find a way to make it happen for us."
"I'm all yours," she replied. "Forever."
I only hoped that we would be able to make it last. Forever.
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Miss Sarah appeared at my office the next afternoon around 4:00 PM. The secretary called me on the intercom to let me know she was present. Miss Sarah had been at my office several times previously and everyone knew that she was my former step-daughter. No one knew that she was now my lover.
"Hi, Ron," she said. Her voice sounded troubled.
"Hey, sweetie. Come on in here and we'll talk," I said to Miss Sarah. Turning to the receptionist, I instructed her to hold all of my calls.
Once the door was closed, Miss Sarah sat in a guest chair on the opposite side of my desk. "What's wrong, honey?"
"Ron, when Mom got home last night, she was such a bitch! But, don't worry, she doesn't know anything about me spendin' the weekend with you."
"Honey, I . . .," I began but she interrupted.
"All I kept thinkin' about was wantin' to be with you. That's what I want, Ron. Not just for a weekend every now and then and not just for a week on a cruise. I want you every day and every night!" Miss Sarah had obviously rehearsed what she was saying to me, not because it sounded 'fake,' but because she sounded so nervous.
"Miss Sarah," I began as I stood and walked around to her side of the desk so that I could sit next to her, "I am so happy to hear you say that. I haven't been able to think about anything but you since you left last night. I want you, too, honey, every day and every night. But, there is a big problem. . . . If your Mom finds out that you and me are together, she'll disown you. Baby, I love you and I lust for you and I want you all to myself but I can't be the cause of you losin' your momma!"
"Ron, Mom already lost me; she just doesn't know it yet. She's so controllin' and so self-centered; sometimes I feel like I'm the adult and she's the child. I'm just so sick of it, it makes me wanna scream! I'll go crazy if I hafta stay there."
"Okay, honey, I hear what you're sayin', and . . . if that's the way it's gonna be, then that's the way it's gonna be, but . . . you can't make that decision overnight!" As much as I wanted Miss Sarah for myself, I understood that it would involve her cutting all ties with her mother and I didn't want to be blamed for any of that.
"It's not overnight; I've been thinkin' about this for months, you know, about movin' out. Ever since, before the divorce, she just started gettin' worse and worse. I don't know how you put up with it as long as you did!"
"I did it mainly just to stay close to you, Miss Sarah," I said quietly as I looked into her eyes.
"If I can't live with you then I need to move out and find another place to live."
"Hold on. I didn't say that you couldn't live with me. I don't want you livin' with anybody else but me, but . . . we just can't rush into things."
"Well, Ron, there is some good news. Mom's goin' out of town again this weekend. She met somebody at that A.A. convention she went to last weekend and they invited her to go campin' with them up in the mountains. She's leavin' Friday mornin' and won't be back 'til Monday."
"So you'll be at my apartment Friday afternoon?"
"No, Friday mornin', if you can take the day off Friday. I promise it'll be worth it for ya."
"That's a deal," I replied. I was already counting the hours until Friday morning.
* * *
Miss Sarah called me Friday around 8:00 AM to tell me that she would be driving over to my apartment in a few minutes. My doorbell rang about thirty minutes later. I had been awake for about two hours, had a shower, shaved, dressed, gotten myself presentable.
When I opened the door, Miss Sarah looked like she was dressed to kill. She was wearing heels - probably about three inch heels -- with a white dress that came down to just about four or five inches above her knee. Her hair was done to perfection and her makeup accented her features beautifully. If she had been walking through the mall, the only men that wouldn't have turned to look at her would have been either homosexual or blind. I'm not homosexual or blind, but I was speechless, so instead of waiting for an invitation, she just walked in the apartment and I shut the door behind her.
"Holy cow, you're beautiful. But you're dressed so nice . . . so sexy . . . where are you going?" I asked.
"You're bed," she replied with confidence in her voice. "I know what I need, and I need you . . . in me."
My dick immediately began to rise and cause a tent in my pants. Miss Sarah looked down and saw the effect she was having on me. "It looks like you need the same thing I need," she said with a sly smile on her face. "I hope you don't think I'm bein' too forward, but I know what I need, and Cosmo says that guys are turned on by girls that tell 'em what they want . . . and I really want to turn you on. So, is it okay if I just tell you what I want you to do to my body?"
"Well, I wouldn't go takin' all my instructions from Cosmo, but . . . I like the idea of you tellin' me what you want. So . . . let's play a little game this morning. You tell me what to do and we'll do it." I smiled as I said this to Miss Sarah. "You say . . . and I'll do."
She paused for a moment, as if she wasn't sure that she could do this.
"Tell me what you want, honey. I wanna please you!" I didn't want to seem too eager but I certainly was eager to play this game.
"Oh, you please me, no doubt about it," she said. After another pause, she continued, "I want you to get down on your knees in front of me and reach up under my dress and pull down my panties."
I knelt on the floor. Fortunately, it was carpeted but I probably would have gotten down on my knees if it had been a bed of nails. I desperately longed to touch her body and to know that she was mine. At that moment, I would have done whatever was necessary to possess her.
Gazing directly into her eyes, I placed my hands on the outside of her knees. I began to slide my hands up her legs until I reached the bottom of her butt. She was wearing bikini panties and they felt very smooth, very silky. I reached behind her and lightly traced swirls across her panty-clad behind. I then brought my right hand around to the front of her panties and I felt her swollen mons. Her panties were wet.
"Honey, your panties feel damp. Is your pussy wet already?" I teasingly asked her.
"I've been wet since last night, just thinkin' about havin' you inside me again," she responded.
"I love the way you smell when your pussy is wet!" I boldly confessed. "I wanna smell your panties when I take 'em off."
I reached higher until I found the elastic waist of her panties. I began peeling them down her legs very slowly. I wanted to tease her with the anticipation of what was to come. We had all day and I wanted to take my time making love with her. After all, that is why a younger girl seeks an older man as a lover.
When her panties were down to just above her knees, I could see that they were white, silky, and lacy. My dick got harder just looking at her panties, thinking about their smell, thinking about how the fabric of her panties had been nestled against her pussy that morning. I was jealous of her panties.
I continued lowering the panties until they were around her ankles. She raised up her right foot and I pulled the panties down over her right foot, then repeated the process on the left side. With her panties in my hands, I looked up at her and then brought her wet underwear to my face. I found the gusset and exposed it so that I could inhale the aroma of her cunt. Again, my dick got harder.
Her pussy smelled of earth and sex and I felt a strong urge to simply rip her clothes off of her sweet young body and fuck her until she begged me to stop. I wanted to bury my hard dick in her pussy and shoot my cum deep in her hot box until she moaned like a bitch in heat. I wanted to turn her around, bend her over, and shove my hard meat into her teeny tight asshole. I wanted to fill her mouth with my cum and then have her lick me clean.
I wanted to hear her beg me to fuck her and I wanted to hear her gasp for air when she was overcome by waves of orgasmic pleasure. I wanted all of that with an urgency that demanded every fiber of my being and every ounce of my consciousness . . . but I didn't do any of that.
"What do you want now, my little girl?" I asked with a devilishly sly voice.
"Why, kind sir, all I need now is for you to fuck me with your fingers until I cum!" she responded in her most adult-like Southern belle voice.
"Why, madame, I am your humble and obedient servant and I do indeed intend to honor your wish!" I said in my best Beauregard imitation.
I put my right hand under her dress and reached up until I found her pussy. Her slit was wet and her aroma was beginning to fill the room. I began to move the tip of my index finger up her slit, passing on one side of her clit, and then down the other side. I began a slow, methodical, and unrelenting siege on the citadel of her female arousal.
Her breathing started to become a bit irregular. "That feels soooo good, honey!" she managed to say.
'Honey,' I thought to myself. 'I like havin' her call me 'honey.''
"Do you want my finger inside you?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," was all she could say.
I turned my hand so that my palm was facing towards me. I slid my middle finger into her, past her pussy lips and inside her hot, wet void. My finger was engulfed in the slick moisture of her cunt. I wanted to lick her juices off of my finger but I left my probe where it was and began to stroke her G-spot. She immediately responded with a moan.
"Oh, yeah, that's so . . . damn . . . good!"
Knowing that she was getting closer to an orgasm, I decided to take more liberties with my ministrations to her body. As I continued stroking her G-spot, I lifted by left hand up the back of her right leg until I once again found her cute little behind.
"You have such a cute little ass," I said very quietly. "Every time I see it, I wanna feel it, and lick it, and then I wanna fuck it."
"Don't . . . stop," she pleaded.
"No, I'm not gonna stop," I replied as my left index finger traced along the bottom of her butt until it came to her forbidden valley. I reached down into the crack with the tip of my index finger until I felt her little sphincter.
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