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

   ***

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Whatever you want, my love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

   "I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Ok, I give," she panted.

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

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

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

   "You didn't!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Do you remember what I said before?"

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

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

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

   "So it felt good, huh?"

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

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

   "Like heaven," she sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

   "What do you mean?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "That was a good game," I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

   She nodded, fastened her seatbelt, and settled back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   All I can say is that it was one of the oddest and best feelings I had
experienced up till then.  The "play" sessions were wonderful, but they
could not compare to the feeling of risk as she sucked carefully on my
cock. I came about three minutes from the house, having to pull over or
risk crashing into a snow bank.  Again she swallowed every drop of semen,
but it must have been easier, since this was the fourth orgasm I had had in
the past 24 hours.

   It was still a struggle to jam my cock back into my pants when we
finally got home, but surprisingly, Sara seemed to forget all about the fun
we had been having.  She went to her room and changed into sweats,
effectively hiding her luscious little body.  I wanted to make sure she
wasn't regretting what we have been doing, but I didn't know how to broach
the subject without getting her upset.  She didn't seem to want to talk, so
the night finished rather blandly.  I buried the box of condoms in the side
table drawer next to my bed, and went to bed, a little disappointed, but
since I did have four orgasms recently, it wasn't like I had blue balls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Make love to me again," she pleaded.

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

   "Don't leave."

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

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

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

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

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

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

















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