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The Arrangement (inc, nc, stepdaughter, schoolgirl)
by Prester John (kingeric@interaccess.com)
Date: May 17, 1998
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THE ARRANGEMENT Part I: Let's Make a Deal
(Mf, inc, nc(?), stepdaughter, schoolgirl)
By Stepdaddy
"That's it, you little cocksucker," I said to my kneeling, 15-year old
stepdaughter. She began to bob her head up and down on my shaft all the
faster. She knew it would only be a few more minutes, and then she would be
free of her duty, at least for now.
Back before I changed the rules on her, she would probably have finished by
now. In those days, I had allowed her to use her hands to stroke my dick
while she sucked on the end. However, I soon discovered that she was
getting lazy, just keeping the head in her mouth, doing all the work with
her hands. No cheater dick for my little girl, I decided, so now her wrists
are bound behind her back from start to finish.
As a result, I now enjoy pure tongue-and-mouth ministrations, which not only
feel better, but also allow me to prolong the pleasure, usually for as long
as I please, until culminating in a shattering release. Often, it pleases
me to prolong the session very much indeed. She was working at it pretty
hard at this moment, however, and we both knew it wouldn't be long now.
I had never dreamed I'd be enjoying such bliss when I married Kimmie's
mother five years ago. At the time, Kimmie was a little ten-year-old slip
of a girl, and my only interest was in her thirty-year old mother Denise.
My, how times have changed! Oh, I still enjoy Denise's hot little body,
kept that way by the aerobics classes I arranged for her to take each
afternoon, in addition to her gourmet cooking classes, her flower arranging
classes, and her volunteer work. Yes, for as long as the private school I
send Kimmie to lets its students out at 2:30 in the afternoon, I assure you
that my wife will be kept busy with afternoon self-improvement projects.
I still enjoy giving her mother the bone. In fact, one of my favorite
things to do is to take Denise's pussy after my morning shower, and then to
allow the evidence of her pleasure to dry and crust on my sated prick all
day while I work as a securities trader. You see, I live in Colorado, so
the New York market I trade in closes every day at 2:00 pm in my time zone.
Just in time for me to get home, have a scotch, and wait for Kimmie to get
home to lick and suck her mother's caked-on pussy drool from my dick. I
enjoy this for two reasons. First, the whole mother-daughter effect is
intoxicating, and second, Kimmie hates that aspect at least twice as much as
she hates having to suck my cock in the first place. She has been hating
both aspects for almost a year now.
Wow, I mused to myself, if five years ago even _I_ never imagined this scene
unfolding, how blissfully ignorant must the then ten-year-old Kimmie have
been in those innocent days. I had met her mother while doing a little
volunteer work myself. In my occupation, I make an ungodly amount of money,
but for some reason my employer feels that volunteering one's time is better
than just giving money to a good cause. So, there I was, along with several
of my colleagues and some of their spouses, helping to repaint a low-income
apartment building. Denise was a single mother, down on her luck, and one
of the few residents who actually pitched in with our efforts. Since she
was quite attractive and had a killer body, I asked her out, and within a
couple of weeks I was regularly pounding the hell out of her long-unused
pussy.
We dated a while, and I realized I had found a smoking-hot, compliant,
moldable piece of ass, so I married her. She brought her little girl,
Kimmie, along, and both of their lives were changed dramatically. They
moved into my luxuriant home in the very best neighborhood, and began to
enjoy all the better things in life. Denise was very happy to begin the
self-improvement programs I had mapped out for her, since she initially felt
a little out of place among my friends and their Ivy League wives. I must
say, she has really come a long way. Little Kimmie was enrolled in a
private girl's school a few blocks away, and just when she was getting to
that age when girls start to worry about wearing the right clothes and
having the right things, she had the very best. At her last school, a nasty
little public K-8 on the other side of town, the other girls had just
starting teasing her as a "welfare girl" (not exactly true) and "trailer
trash" (exactly not true). Suddenly, because of her new circumstances, she
was able keep up with the snobbiest of her classmates. If you don't believe
that is important, you don't know any ten-year old girls.
Of course, Kimmie had to wear a uniform Monday through Thursday at Brendan
Academic, but on Fridays at school she could wear "regular clothes", and on
weekends she had all the best outfits to keep up with the "Little Miss Sally
St. John-Smitherington-Smythe" types down the street. Because I had made
this fantasy possible, she adored me from the very beginning, and although
Denise and I first instructed her to call me by my first name, Alex, she
soon took to calling me "Daddy". This pleased me, in an avuncular way at
the time, so we allowed it. Now it pleases me in an altogether less
innocent way, and I insist upon it.
"That's it, honey, suck Daddy's cock, he's about to give his little
schoolgirl whore exactly what she's craving", I muttered. Kimmie was really
going to town now, her long brunette hair cascading around her face and my
lap, alternately obstructing and framing my view of her big brown eyes, her
pert little nose, and her full-lipped, but small, mouth stretched around my
happy cock. I glanced up from observing her bobbing head. I was taking my
daily pleasure today in one of our more common settings. I was sitting in a
leather easy chair in my "drawing room", my half-finished scotch temporarily
forgotten on the side table, as the little teen executed her obligation.
Behind her was the glass front of a trophy case, in the reflection of which
I could easily see she was wearing one of my favorite little get-ups. At my
insistence, today she had shed her blouse, her little A-cup bra, and her
pleated skirt, and was kneeling in only her white cotton panties, her white
knee socks, and her white and blue saddle shoes. I had an excellent
reflective view of her tightly-clad, sweet little fifteen-year-old bottom,
as well as the back of her bobbing head and long brown hair. I insisted she
keep her hair long enough to reach down her (now naked) back, but short
enough to not quite reach her cute little schoolgirl ass. Over her ass, her
wrists crossed, bound in leather restraints that, ironically, her mother had
presented to me a few months ago to use on _her_.
Today was a Thursday, which meant tomorrow, a Friday, she'd probably wear a
"regular outfit" to school, so I could look forward to a little mini-skirt,
bare-midriff, pony-tail session then. It also meant that Denise would be
out with her activities until nine tonight. This created an excellent
tension of interests between little Kimmie and me, which I was relishing at
this moment. You see, with Denise out so late, I could afford to drag out
our session for as long as I chose. I could let the pressure and semen
build to the point that the poor little cocksucker's jaws would be very
tired by the time she finally got to choke down my copious load. On the
other hand, Kimmie had all the more reason to try to bring me off as quickly
as possible. As part of our "arrangement", as soon as she was finished she
would be allowed to go see her little seventeen-year old boyfriend, and to
perform the same sort of service for him, if she chose. Her mother would
never allow her to go out on a school night, and of course, Denise was
completely ignorant of any of Kimmie's newfound talents, so Thursdays were
an opportunity for us both.
Ah yes, the "arrangement" - I thought back on it with pleasure. It was
about ten months ago, and I was home around two-thirty, as usual. The
doorbell rang, and to my surprise a police officer stood at door with a
shamefaced Kimmy in tow. Looking out to the street I could see some little
punk was secured in the back of the officer's patrol car.
"What is it?" I worriedly asked.
"May I come in?" he responded. I showed him to my drawing room, the very
room in which today little Kimmie was hard at work. On this occasion,
Kimmie had no choice but to join the two of us, and I told her to sit down
while the officer said his piece.
"Well?" I asked.
"Mr. Broward, I'm Sergeant Thompson, and on my way home from my shift I
found your daughter in a rather compromising position. You see, she was in
the back seat of a car, in broad daylight, with one of my regular
'customers'. He's a little shit named Billy Weston, and he's been in and
out of juvenile correction since he was nine. Well, half their clothes were
off, and Kimmie here, was, well, she was pleasuring him in a way no fourteen
year old ought to even know about."
This was a tremendous shock to me. I thought of Kimmie as a little girl,
who only months before had begged me for some "Mystery Date" computer game
for her fourteenth birthday. But suddenly, as I looked at the humiliated
girl sitting in my easy chair, avoiding my eyes, I saw her pert little
breasts starting to blossom, and recalled how her hips had begun to show
themselves around our backyard pool. To my great surprise, I felt my dick
twitch, and in a heartbeat, I had a plan.
"I'm afraid that's not all," Sergeant Thompson continued, interrupting my
scheming, "it was no great surprise to me to find quite a few drugs in that
punk's car, which doesn't look too good for Kimmie, and it's going to
finally send Billy to an adult prison, where he'll be the one giving the
blo-....excuse me, I'm just glad to finally put him away." A quick glance
at Kimmie's face confirmed my suspicion -her boyfriend's peril was extremely
distressing to her. "And then there is Kimmie..." he trailed off. I knew
what he was after, and it would fit very nicely into my plan.
"Sergeant, can I speak to my stepdaughter alone for a moment?"
"Sure", he said, "I'll wait in the living room here".
"Kimmie," I said firmly, after he had excused himself, "I want to know
exactly what happened". She looked very afraid, particularly since I had
always before referred to her as my daughter, not my stepdaughter. I had
carefully selected the reference to underscore her precarious position.
"Daddy, he's not that bad, don't let him get sent to prison!"
"Kimmie, you had better worry about yourself. Now tell me what's been going
on. Are you fucking this little shit?"
"No...no, just, you know" she stuttered, having never heard me use a word
like "fuck" before.
"No, I don't know. Tell me."
"I've never, you know, had sex. I was just, well...you know, with my
mouth."
"Kimmie, I'm going to ask you something, and save your answer for the end.
Do you want to go back to that horrible public school system, dressed like
trailer trash, never again to enjoy the nice clothes and things I've
provided for you? Do you want your mother to learn that you're a little
whore? Do you want that little fuck Billy to go to the state pen, where
he'll be the one giving the blow jobs? Do you?"
"No, no Daddy! I'm so sorry! Please, I'll do anything, anything, please
don't let any of those things happen!"
"I'll remember you said that. I'll tell you what, I'll get little Billy off
the hook, but rest assured, I can have him sent away at any time, and I can
have you return to your former lifestyle at any time. I'll tell your mother
the whole story, and convince her you need a humbling experience to build
your character. You know who will win that one. I'll tell you what, under
certain circumstances, I'll even let you continue to see that little loser.
But for any of this to happen, you're going to do exactly what I say. Is
that clear?"
"Yes Daddy, thank you, Daddy!"
Sergeant Thompson was waiting for his bribe, but he was really surprised
that it was in the neighborhood of ten-thousand dollars. He was even more
surprised that I actually wanted him to drop the charges against Billy,
seeing as I should most likely want to keep my stepdaughter away from the
likes of him. He was happy to hear that I was so generous because I wanted
him to be prepared to take Billy down anytime I asked, to which he
whole-heartedly agreed. Kimmie witnessed this whole exchange. Her life was
never to be the same again.
So here I was, almost a year later, about to pump yet another tremendous
load down my stepdaughter's "junior miss" throat. I don't think she was so
thankful anymore. And now she _had_ to call me Daddy, a twisted irony now
that I was using her so cruelly. No, I'm sure she didn't feel much affection
for me at all. But Billy was still a free punk, she still got to enjoy the
life of a little rich girl, and other than our little sessions, she had it
pretty good. Tonight she might even get to see Billy, unless I could
prolong our session until nine o'clock, when her mother returned. It was
3:30 now -- she'd been at it for almost an hour. I had once made it last
until about eight, and she had been miserable. Oh, what a blessed release
that had been!
But I wasn't going to be able to last so long on this occasion. I looked
again at her panty-clad bottom. Oh yes, very nice. Other than her mouth,
she was still completely a virgin. That was part of the "arrangement",
which I checked personally on a weekly basis. Hymen intact, sphincter
tight. Both conditions would be changing soon, however, courtesy of Daddy.
Lately, the look of her sweet ass and taut pussy mound were working that
ancient magic on me, and I knew that soon the blow jobs would no longer be
enough. It was with these thoughts that I lost it. I grabbed her head with
both hands, forcing my cock deep into her throat. I stared at the refection
of her white-panty ass in the trophy case glass as I shot a powerful load
down her slutty throat. Spurt after spurt pulsed out of my throbbing cock
and directly into her stomach. "Oh god!" I thought, as I came for what
seemed like sixty seconds, thinking about busting the little teen's cherry.
In accordance with our arrangement, she licked me clean afterwards, recited
the formulaic "Thank-you, Daddy", and stood up, turning around so that I
could release her from her bonds. I couldn't resist swatting her
cotton-covered ass a couple of times, and, as she scurried away to get ready
to see Billy, I thought to myself "Soon, very soon, I'm afraid it will be
time to punish that little pussy". But that, my friends, is another story.
PART II
I had enjoyed the last ten months, savoring the blow job my fifteen-year-old
stepdaughter Kimmie gave me each day after school while her mother Denise
was out pursuing the self-improvement program I had instituted. Kimmie
didn't enjoy it much, but I can't say I was actually raping her mouth.
Blackmail is a powerful thing. Once a policeman had brought her home after
catching her in a compromising position with her drug-dealing boyfriend
Billy, only my continued good graces could keep Billy out of prison and
Kimmie in her nice private girl's school. Not to mention ensuring that she
continued to live the good life my wealth could provide. The right clothes,
the right friends, and the right home can be very important to a
status-conscious fifteen-year-old.
Today was Thursday, the night that Denise wouldn't be home from her
activities until about nine. By four that afternoon, I had pumped my load
down the little slut's throat, untied her wrists from behind her back, and
sent her on her way with a couple of slaps across her white-cotton-panty
covered ass. Kimmie had then run off to dress for a quick date with her
convict-in-waiting boyfriend, leaving me to think about her virgin pussy and
ass. I had been planning on ravaging both holes soon, but the sight of her
sweet little schoolgirl ass this afternoon had convinced that it must be
soon indeed. Not only did I ache to take that pleasure, but also, with our
"arrangement" approaching almost a year in place, I feared that little shit
Billy might talk her into breaking her agreement with me and surrendering
her precious hymen. If he did, he'd find himself in prison as quickly as I
could call in my marker from Police Sergeant Thompson; then he'd be on the
wrong end of many a blow job. But that wouldn't give me her virginity back,
now would it?
Well, tonight I would give her her weekly hymen and sphincter exam,
something I like to do when her mother is home and blissfully unaware.
Meanwhile, I had to wait, and plan my next depravity.
Denise came home at about nine, as expected, but Kimmie had not yet
returned. I covered for her, but I promised myself that there would be hell
to pay.
"Isn't Kimmie home?" my wife asked.
"She had to run over to her friend's house, over on Elmwood, what's her
name, Natalie?"
"Nanette. What's she doing over there?"
"That's right, Nannette. They had to compare homework or something. I told
her to be back by now."
"You know, she's still a little girl. She shouldn't be out so late on a
school night. You are always spoiling her, it doesn't surprise me if she
doesn't mind you about things like this. You really should take a firmer
hand with her."
"Perhaps you're right, honey," I replied with an unseen smirk. "Tell you
what, I'll call her on the cell phone I just gave her and make sure she's
headed home. You go take a shower, and I'll be along to show _you_ a firmer
hand."
I quickly called Kimmie and told her to get her ass home. I heard some
smart-ass remark in the background and reflected on the necessity of sending
young Billy to prison sooner or later. Right now, his freedom was my
biggest lever on Kimmie, though, so I had to put up with the punk for the
time being.
She got home in about ten minutes, while her mother was still in the shower.
"Listen, you little whore, I don't like lying for you. By the way, the
story is that you were comparing homework over at Nannette's. Since you
can't seem to enjoy your 'night out' responsibly, I think next Thursday will
be another marathon blow job, from the minute you get home from school until
your mother is about to get home." Her face paled a bit. She knew I'd do
it, I had before. It had been an excruciating experience for her, resulting
in sore knees, a sore jaw, even sore lips, but the climax for me after
several hours of stimulation had been unbelievable. "Now go get ready for
bed, tonight's your weekly exam." The look she shot me was not one of love,
but off she went, just as I had directed.
My wife Denise was naturally submissive, and although I actually get very
little charge out of tying her up, she enjoys it. After her shower I tied
her to the bed, blindfolded her, stuck my cock in her (to flavor it),
replaced my cock with a vibrator, and told her she could wait like that
until it pleased me to return. This always got her charged up, and I often
performed this little scene for her on Kimmie's "exam night".
I left her to her buzzing torture and made my way to Kimmie's room. I
pushed the door in without knocking, as usual. Kimmie looked up at me from
her little desk. She was wearing only a pair of panties and an oversized
T-shirt. She stared at me with her huge brown eyes, and she had put her
long brown hair into pigtails. Damn she looked cute, and I knew she was
intentionally trying to look younger so I wouldn't punish her for getting
home late. Good luck. But for now, I might let her think she was out of
the woods.
"Daddy has your bedtime snack, honey. Open up." She opened her mouth and I
inserted my cock, covered with her mother's juices. She sucked on it
dutifully for a couple of minutes, and I pulled out. I had to save that for
her mother - I certainly didn't want to arouse any suspicions on that front.
"OK baby, hop up on your bed for your exam."
She reluctantly lay down on her pink-and-white quilted bed. Her stuffed
animals and dolls looked upon the scene, and a young teen girl's Leonardo
DiCaprio poster hung over her bed. How young, sweet, and innocent. God I
loved this!
She first lay on her tummy, and I slowly pulled her panties down over her
tiny, tight bottom, down her thin but sexy legs, and off. Sitting down on
the edge of her bed, I pushed her legs slightly apart, wet my little finger,
and without further ceremony pressed it into her anus. Still felt plenty
tight. If she had been sodomized in the past week, I'd know it, and since
she was subjected to this exam at least once a week, I was pretty confident
in her nether integrity. Next, I rolled her over and gazed at her tidy,
firm, down-covered mound. My cock, still hard from her mouth, lurched at
the sight. Soon, I told myself.
I gently began to stroke her little cunt. Her eyes glazed a little bit as
she looked into mine, her half-lidded gaze indicating that despite the fact
she probably hated me, her body couldn't help but enjoy it. I always got
her a little lubricated before checking her hymen, so this little routine
was nothing new to her. What I did next was unusual, but not unique: I
leaned over and ran my tongue up her virtually hairless slit to her clit,
swirled it around a bit as she gasped involuntarily, and pushed my finger
gently into her hole until I felt her intact maidenhead. I pulled my finger
out, licked it, announced that she had passed the exam and thus avoided
calamity to her boyfriend and her lifestyle, and returned to my wife. Since
I had found this week's exam particularly exciting, my cock vented its fury
on Denise's cunt with great energy. It was an added, and most exquisite,
irony that the bound and trussed Denise always especially enjoyed her
daughter's exam night, without knowing why.
The next day, I called Denise from work. Knowing that my hypochondriac
mother would, by her very nature, play her part unwittingly, I told my wife
that her mother-in-law wasn't feeling well and would like to see her for the
weekend. Although my wife did not exactly relish the duty, I had selected
her, after all, partly for her pliability. I told her that since Kimmie
enjoyed visiting my mother so much (yeah, right!) and needed to be punished
for staying out later than allowed, and since I had to stay in town for work
reasons, she would have to go alone. I knew my mother would keep Denise
busy all weekend, nursing her non-existent illnesses, even without any
coaching on my part.
I left work early that day, calling Kimmie's school from my car to inform
them that I needed to pick her up a little early. When I arrived, she was
glumly waiting on the front steps of the school building, not sure what was
up, but wisely assuming it was no picnic. She climbed into my Mercedes
without a word.
As I predicted, her outfit was quite tasty. Since it was a Friday, she was
allowed to wear regular clothes, rather than her normal uniform. Although
the uniform could certainly stir my lusts, I also kept her in the latest
clothes, whatever she desired. Since the fashion among fifteen-year-old
girls is almost always directed at showing off their budding sexuality, this
was one area in which Kimmie and I generally saw eye-to-eye.
She was wearing a tight, short mini-skirt, a light lime in color, a yellow,
midriff-baring, sleeveless top, and heeled, sandal-like pumps that showed
off her red-painted toenails. Her long brunette hair was up in a high
ponytail. Perfect.
"Your mother is unexpectedly out of town until Sunday night. Since you
showed such disregard for our 'arrangement' last night, you will not be
allowed to leave the house this weekend. I guess it's just you and me,
kid." I looked right at her sullen, scowling face. Time to establish
authority. "Hey with that attitude, you can take those panties off right
now, young lady! Take them off now, or you'll have a LONG session ahead of
you."
She reluctantly complied, and I took them from her. I couldn't help but
raise them to my face. The slightly tangy aroma of teenage poontang greeted
my nostrils, and I felt a slight dampness. The little slut had probably
been daydreaming about that little shit Billy during class, I thought. We
pulled up to a busy intersection, where I rolled down my window. The filthy
panhandler working the corner eagerly approached. I pointed at Kimmie. "Do
you see this little slut? These are hers, here, you can have them." The
bum gratefully stuffed the panties in his pocket, grinning and leering at
the mortified Kimmie as we pulled away with the green light. "That's what
Billy's life will be like once he's done hard time. We don't want that, do
we?" It was going to be a long weekend for her.
By the time we reached the house, her mother had left for the weekend.
Kimmie led the way from the garage and into the house. She knew the regular
drill, and knew exactly how she was to speak to me at this time of the day.
"Daddy, what can I wear for you today?"
"What you have on right now is just fine, honey. And today we'll dispense
with the wrist restraints. Go to your room and wait for me there." She
looked at me curiously, but happy for once to avoid her leather wrist cuffs,
she headed for her room.
Meanwhile, I eagerly headed down the hallway, rounded the corner, and
quietly opened the linen closet. After moving a stack of towels and pushing
aside a strategically-placed shoebox, I saw light stream out through a tiny
hole, no larger in diameter than a pencil. Good, she hadn't put a poster or
anything over it. I opened the shoebox and removed a special video camera.
That had cost me, but I could afford it. I slid it into brackets mounted on
either side of the hole, depressed the starter switch, and put my eye to the
viewfinder. Its special lens system allowed the tiny hole to provide a
full, focused view of Kimmie's bed. I could see she was sitting on it,
glumly. I wasn't sure exactly how this afternoon would progress, but I was
sure I would enjoy a video record of the event. I closed the linen closet
door and proceeded to my stepdaughter's room.
I pushed the door open, and entered. The sweet little schoolgirl looked up
at me nervously. Kimmie had clearly noticed that things were going a little
differently today. It's odd how something as unusual as wolfing down your
stepfather's cock on a daily basis can become a somewhat comfortable routine
when faced with the unknown! She looked at me expectantly. I decided to
start with something familiar.
"OK, you little cocksucker. Get Daddy ready to enjoy himself". She almost
looked relieved at this familiar refrain, and quickly began to undress me as
I stood before her. She removed my shirt, and I removed my T-shirt. She
crouched down and removed my shoes and socks. She unbuckled my pants,
pulled them to my ankles, and helped me step out of them. I stood before
her in my underwear, as I had so many times before, my cock about half
erect. She knelt, and looked up with her beautiful, big brown eyes that
made her seem to tender, so innocent. I could feel my cock swell. She
reached up with her little hands, grasped my underwear on either side, and
pulled them down my thighs past my knees. My prick swung forward as it was
freed, actually tapping her forehead as she continued her duties, completely
removing my final garment. She glanced up, doubting for the moment that I
wouldn't be putting her cuffs on. Not wanting me to change my mind, she
quickly swallowed my cock.
As usual, it felt wonderful. After ten months, she had become quite
skilled, quite practiced. This meant that I could enjoy an expert smoothie
every day, but I did regret the loss of those early days, when her
inexperience underscored her youth and innocence. Well, she was still
inexperienced in other ways.
"Stop, and lie down on your bed, Kimmie," I said, almost gently. She
hesitated, and then released my cock. It bobbed and waved, glistening with
her saliva. "Get up on your bed, Honey." She sat back on her bed, and then
slid her self back until she was sitting against her headboard, her legs
stretched out straight. She eyed me suspiciously. I thought of the camera
whirring away in the closet, which was recording a perfect view of her
slightly worried face. I sat down facing her, placing my left hand on her
thigh.
"What-what are you doing? Don't you want me to...", she asked quietly. It
seemed she suspected what was about to happen to her.
"Maybe later, Honey. Right now, I'm going to give you an extra special
exam. If everything checks out all right, maybe I'll relax your weekend
restriction a bit." She remained apprehensive as I gently pushed her little
skirt up, bunching it around her hips. Her panties were long gone, probably
wrapped around that bum's filthy cock at this moment, so I found myself face
to face with her taut little mound, pouting at me with just a light down to
decorate it. I cupped her little muffin. It was warm and quivering in my
hand. Again, my cock lurched, and I could feel pre-cum begin to leak from
it.
Reaching in with my other hand, I gently spread her little thighs. "D-daddy,
you checked me last night. You know I've been....I've been holding up my
side of the 'arrangement'. What are you doing?"
"This is a different kind of exam. Now hush, or I'll remember how mad I
still am about last night." I leaned over and repeated my maneuver from the
previous evening, running my tongue up her little slit to her clit, where I
again swirled it around. Again, she couldn't help but gasp. God! Did I
ever love the taste of her little schoolgirl cunt. Today, instead of
inserting a finger, I began to eat her pussy in earnest. I had never done
this so extensively to her before. I must surmise that that little fuck
Billy either didn't eat pussy, or was no good at it, because she was soon
uttering little surprised moans, sliding down from her sitting position, and
ever-so-slightly humping her delicate little cunt up into my face.
I worked my way around her until I was lying on my stomach between her legs,
my face buried in her little snatch. Each of my hands held one of her sweet
little ass cheeks, pulling her crotch into my feasting mouth. She began to
moan louder, and to squirm around, for once not in resistance, but in
pleasure.
I tasted the sweet ambrosia of her fluids, as her young, teenaged body
betrayed her. Her mind and heart despised me, what I was doing, but her
pussy was in charge right now. I could hear her muttering "don't stop,
don't stop", and I increased my pace. Every four or five seconds I would
momentarily abandon her clit to plunge my tongue up into her tight little
box. This always elicited a groan, and a cooperative hip thrust from the
little fifteen-year-old slut.
She was getting close, and I knew it. When I felt her place her little
hands on my head, holding me against her blazing twat, I latched onto her
clit and sucked. "Oh, oh Daddy! Daddy don't stop! Oh my god!" she screamed
as she came, her body wracked with convulsions. As she twisted and
squirmed, I kept my mouth fastened to her clit, my hands clutching her ass
and holding her pelvis as immobile as I could, while her upper body flailed
around.
She continued to shake and lightly moan for at least twenty seconds, and
then she tried to push me away from her over-sensitive clit. I continued my
ministrations for at about a minute as she came down, her efforts to stop me
being quite meager.
I raised my face, my chin covered in her juices, and looked into her
half-lidded eyes. "Daddy, how did you...Oh, you shouldn't have done that,"
she mumbled, her body and spirit a bit enfeebled by her orgasm.
I grinned at her. "You know Daddy just wants to take care of his little
girl. Now, it's time for your 'special' exam." I got to my knees and moved
up between her spread thighs. My manhood stood out proudly, its tip
drooling with precum. Kimmie stared transfixed, like a rabbit before a
rattlesnake, as it advanced upon her virgin pussy. Finally, she found her
voice.
"Daddy, please, no...what are you doing...don't Daddy," she protested, but
her voice was disingenuous. Her pussy was in charge now, and she was
actually, almost imperceptably, humping it up at my bobbing cock. Not that
a sincere protest would have stayed my invasion at this point anyway, mind
you.
I leaned over her, supporting myself with one hand and taking my shaft in
the other. I began to stroke my cockhead up and down her little slit, just
nudging my way in between her outer lips a little bit. Then I tickled the
head of my cock through the peach fuzz above her clit. I gasped with the
pleasure of that sensation. I would sure miss this when her pubic hair
really started to come in, I thought.
My cock throbbed as my lusts took over. Unable to resist any longer, I
pushed my cockhead back down to her slit, nudged it around a bit, and
pressed forward. She grunted as the head pushed its way into her unused
hole. I paused for a moment, not to allow her to get comfortable, but so
that I might savor the enormity of what I was about to do, deflowering my
little stepdaughter's schoolgirl cunt. My hand, no longer needed to line up
my prick, grasped her little boyish hip for leverage. Her scrunched-up skirt
helped me get a purchase on it.
With a shout of joy, I plunged my tool into her, ripping through her
maidenhead in one stroke, not stopping until I was buried in her, balls
deep. She her eyes flew open in response to the sharp pain, but at first
she couldn't make a sound, as the force of my thrust had knocked the wind
out of her. But in a moment, she let out a screech, followed by a sob.
This just encouraged me. I began to thrust in and out mercilessly, pounding
against her under-aged cervix on every stroke. Although her eyes teared up
a little, her sobbing stopped, and, believe it or not, in a couple of
minutes I felt her little legs wrapping around me, pulling me into her. She
started to meet my thrusts, grunting at each collision of our hips.
"You like that, don't you, you little whore! Daddy is going to have to
punish your little pussy a lot from now on. Tell me how much you like to
have Daddy spank your little cervix!"
"Oh god, yes! I can't believe it, but don't stop Daddy! Spank my little
cunt!"
At this, I could contain myself no longer. I felt my balls tighten for a
moment, and then slammed into her relentlessly as I experienced the most
powerful orgasm of my life. I blew load after load of my ropy jism deep into
her loins, moaning and grunting myself as I did. Even Kimmie got into the
act.
"Yes, yes! Cum in me! Take me! Oh, fuck yes, Daddy!"
As I lay on my fifteen-year-old stepdaughter, my slowly deflating cock still
buried in her freshly-fucked pussy, I knew true bliss. It felt like
Nirvana, as I thought of my copious load of semen, working its way into her
healthy young womb. You know, I thought, I'd like to get her pregnant
eventually. I'll have to think up some way to avoid any responsibility, of
course. There's time to think about that. Meanwhile, I still had this
weekend ahead of me. I wasn't foolish enough to believe that just because
her pussy had betrayed her in the throes of passion, Kimmie was suddenly a
willing partner to all of this. At least not yet. Well, like I said, I had
all weekend!
PART III
I actually started to drift off, but my fifteen-year old stepdaughter,
Kimmie, shifted uncomfortably beneath me. This roused me from that drowsy
afterglow that so often follows a man's orgasm.
"Daddy, I can hardly breathe!" I pushed up on my arms and rested over the
little schoolgirl. I had finally done it -- I had ravished her little
virgin pussy. After ten months of blackmailing her into a daily blow job,
it might not seem like much of a milestone, but believe me, this had just
been the best fuck of my life.
"Why the hell did you have to fuck me?" As the euphoria of her own pleasure
faded, my less-than-willing conquest got some of her everyday attitude back.
She had been sucking me off daily so that I wouldn't have her drug-dealing,
piece-of-shit boyfriend sent to prison. Although he was only seventeen
years old, his record was a long one, and Sergeant Thompson from the local
precinct assured me that any time I wanted, he could have Billy sent to the
state pen as an adult. Since it had originally cost me ten grand in a
bribe to this same Sgt. Thompson to keep Billy out of jail, I was pretty
sure it would take a little cash to get things reversed. Fine with me.
I had plenty of money, and having Billy's freedom in my hands was priceles
it got me almost complete control over my sexy little stepdaughter.
I ignored her question. The reason I had fucked her would be obvious to
any man in my position. Her sweet little body had been asking for it, and
her daily oral service had simply ensured I had plenty of opportunity to
think about it. I rose to a kneeling position, and my satisfied prick slid
out of her just-deflowered hole. With it came a sloppy ooze of semen,
blood, and pussy juice, leaking onto her pink and white "little girl"
quilted comforter. I'd have to get that cleaned before my wife Denise
got home from her weekend trip.
I wasn't concerned that Kimmie might say something to her mother. Leaving
aside the threat to her boyfriend's freedom, there was also the matter of
lifestyle. She and her mother had practically been on welfare when I met
them, and now she was enjoying a life as one of the richest little bitches
in her private girl's school. She didn't want to jeopardize that by telling
her mother, particularly when she knew I had Denise wrapped around my finger.
I was the one who would be believed. She was the one who'd be sent back to
her public school, with clothes and allowance fitting her former condition,
as "a lesson about lying, dear".
"You said maybe I could go out this weekend, after all?" she asked in a
slightly more conciliatory tone.
"Well, honey," I replied, "I have a bit of a conundrum. As you well know,
part of the arrangement we made ten months ago, which I might remind you is
the only thing keeping Billy among the free, was that you couldn't fuck him.
I've been able to monitor this with the hymen exams you've been enjoying
every week. Now that you seem to have lost that little integrity proof, how
will I know you're holding up your end of our deal?"
"Wha-what?! Because you fuck me, I can't see Billy? "Cause you're afraid
_he'll_ fuck me! That's bullshit!"
"Watch your mouth with me, you little whore! I didn't say that, I said I
have a problem that I'll have to think about. In the meantime, for your
sass, you can lick me clean." She hesitated for just a moment, and then
slurped the messy thing right into her mouth. With the ambiguity of my
last statement, she was probably hoping to please me enough to earn her
reprieve. She'd sucked her mother's cunt sauce off my dick many a time,
and my semen was nothing new to her. I guess she figured a little blood
mixed in was no big deal, either.
I did have a conundrum, though. Letting her see Billy once in a while,
even restrained by the terms of our arrangement, had been an effective
tool in managing this little sex kitten. On the other hand, having taken
possession of that little slot for myself, I was none too eager to share
it. I resolved to temporize over the weekend, sampling her sweet schoo-
lgirl cunt as often as I could manage, and see if my jealousy might abate
enough to relax my restriction -- or better yet, find a way to deal with
Billy once and for all.
"That's enough, honey," I said as I felt my prick begin to swell. "Go
make us some dinner. I'll tell you what... you'll get to see Billy soon.
Maybe this weekend." She scampered off hopefully toward the kitchen, her
wrinkled mini-skirt only half-heartedly pulled down to cover her slime-
painted ass. As much as I loved the sight, I didn't want blood or cum
stains on any of the furniture, so I told her to clean up first.
After she headed downstairs, I headed to the phone in my bedroom.
A couple of hours later, after dinner, just as I thought about getting
in another slice of Kimmie pie, the phone rang. Good, they'd found him.
I answered the phone, got the details, and hung up. The timing was
perfect, as Kimmie was beginning to get "all sweet" with me. That meant
she was about to ask me if she could go out.
"Kimmie, that was Sgt. Thompson. They just picked up Billy, he's down at
the jail. I didn't have anything to do with this", I lied, "but maybe I
can do something for him. Not right now, though. That little twerp needs
to spend some time in jail. I don't want to spend my money getting his
ass out for every little thing, or he'll send me to the poor house." The
only money I was really losing was the cash I'd have to pay Thompson for
his help on this one.
"What! What happened? He didn't do anything!"
"Honey, we both know that's probably not true. Tell you what, I'll take
you down to see him on Sunday. That is if you're cooperative this weekend.
Now come over here and sit in my lap."
We watched a little TV, my fingers lazily toying with her naked pussy the
whole time. She was upset about Billy, but it wasn't the first time since
she'd known him he'd spent a night or two in jail, so she eventually relaxed.
I could feel her pussy begin to warm up to the attention. Normally in a
circumstance like this, I'd watch TV while she nursed on my cock, but I
didn't want to waste any of my vigor on that old game _this_ weekend. We
watched one of her favorite shows for an hour, at the end of which she was
so hot and bothered from my stroking that she didn't protest in the slight-
est when I fucked her from behind right there on the couch. She enjoyed
it, and may even have cum, but if so, not with the force of her earlier
episode at the end of my tongue.
After that, we went our separate ways for a few hours, although I kept an
ear and eye on her to ensure she didn't leave the house. At bedtime, I let
her retire to her own room, where she changed into her little panties-and-
T-shirt outfit, before I surprised her with the news that she'd be sleeping
in the bed I normally shared with her mother. I gently fucked her one more
time, in the "spoons" position, before we drifted off with my wilting but
happy cock tucked up inside her little fifteen-year-old snatch. I awoke
before her on Saturday morning, so I decided to usher in her day with a
good tongue-lashing. By the time she was fully awake, she had already
been moaning and humping up into my face for several minutes.
I kept eating her, even after she began begging me to fuck her. Only
after she had enjoyed a shattering orgasm from my oral attentions did
I crawl up her teenaged body and give her a breakfast fuck.
It seemed my efforts to turn around her attitude toward me were beginning
to work - as her body betrayed her, her mind tried to explain it. If she
were like most women, she would come to believe that she actually did like
me emotionally, and that was why she was enjoying the sex. "I must like
him, because I enjoy sex with him, and I'm not a slut". "Cognitive
dissonance", they had called that in my Psych 101 class back in college,
and I've always found it a powerful tool in manipulating the female mind.
After breakfast, I suggested we break in our secluded backyard pool for
the first time that year. It was a sunny day, one of the first truly hot
days in May, and I knew she enjoyed sunbathing. It didn't take much to
convince her that she might as well get to work on an all-body tan, so
she didn't even bother with a suit. I enjoyed rubbing lotion all over
her sweet little schoolgirl body, into every nook and cranny.
After enjoying the sun for an hour or so, we jumped in the pool. It
wasn't long before we were splashing each other, and I was throwing her
little 95-pound body into the air and "failing" to catch her as she hit
the water. She started giggling and enjoying herself, and actually
hanging around my neck, just like she had when she was a ten-year old.
I actually sensed growing (or in this case, returning) affection from
her, and to tell you the truth, I was feeling more than just predatory
sensations toward her.
The ten-year old Kimmie however, had never led me by the hand to the
shallow end of the pool for a leisurely, slow screw. I was surprised
at the fifteen-year old Kimmie's turn-around, but I happily joined in.
This was going even better than I had hoped.
We spent the rest of the day and evening together, of course. Most of
the time we were physically caressing each other or even copulating,
but a good part of the time we just spent in each other's company, and
we started enjoying our time together in ways that we hadn't since our
"arrangement" went into effect ten months before. I didn't regret for
one instant the several hundred loads of cum that the "arrangement" had
allowed me to pump down her slutty throat over the last ten months. I
certainly didn't want to take back any of the cum I had shot up her cunt
thus far this weekend. But I did enjoy the move toward a more civil,
might I even hope, affectionate relationship that Saturday seemed to
promise. She took a shower before bed, and when I followed her up about
45 minutes later, it didn't really surprise me to find her waiting in
my bed.
On Sunday morning, I awoke to the feel of her skilled schoolgirl mouth
on my cock. I must admit, I was started to get a little "chapped" after
so much screwing, and this, her first voluntary blow job, was just what
the doctor ordered. I sighed contentedly as I thought about the change
in her attitude toward me. The more I learn about women, the less I
understand, but I'm happy to take advantage of it, nonetheless.
After so much sex, I'm afraid I didn't have too sizable a load for her
breakfast, but she happily swallowed what I could give her. After our
real breakfast, I brought up Billy for the first time in two days.
"Why don't we go down to the cop shop and see how Billy is doing today,
Honey?"
She looked a little surprised, and maybe a bit embarrassed at herself.
If I judged things right, she was a little less interested in Billy now.
She seemed puzzled by my friendly sounding offer. She didn't know what
I had arranged with Sgt. Thompson.
We headed down to the station around noon, after I called Thompson to
let him know when we'd be there. It was his day off, but for the
additional five grand, he was happy to come in. He was also looking
forward to the demonstration he and I had planned.
He met us in the dayroom at the precinct, and quickly led us into an
observation room, complete with one-way mirror into an interrogation
bay. Kimmie and I sat down, I trying to suppress a smirk, and Kimmie
looking quite puzzled. In a few minutes, Sgt. Thompson entered the
interrogation room, and sat in a chair which he had turned away from
the only table in the room to face the door. We had a good profile
view. A minute later, a jailer led a slightly bruised-looking Billy
into the room, his hands cuffed behind his back. The jailer left,
shutting and latching the door behind him.
Kimmie called out Billy's name, but I informed her that he couldn't
hear her. The speakers that normally would carry sound from interrogation
into our room were turned off, so we couldn't hear them, either. What
happened next was a major surprise to Kimmie. Sgt. Thompson said
something to Billy, and then pulled out his semi-erect cock. Billy sank
to his knees, and swallowed the cop's prong wholesale.
Kimmie gasped, and a surprised "No!" sprang from her, as she looked on
in horror. What she didn't know was that this was no impulsive act on
Billy's part. He had been well prepared for this scene. Sgt. Thompson
had assured me that after all of Billy's trips to juvenile detention
centers, he was no stranger to fellatio. Further, since being picked
up on Friday, Billy had shared a cell with an inveterate, hardened
convict. This mean bastard was out on parole, but had willingly agreed
to spend the weekend as a guest of the city after Thompson had promised
him all the boy-meat he could care to rape. After being broken down
for almost forty-eight hours, Billy had been led to the interrogation
room and told that all his charges would be dropped if he managed to
please Sgt. Thompson. At this point, both his eagerness to get out
and his numbness to the idea of sucking dick made him quite compliant
when Thompson told him what to do.
Leaving the cuffs on him had been my idea, sort of a reminder to Kimmie
of all those afternoons she had spent cuffed before my manhood, servicing
me as Billy was now servicing his nemesis. Thompson had loved the idea,
not just the cuffs, but the blow job as well. I knew from the moment
I met the man, from the virulence with which he gloated over busting
Billy, that he was a repressed homosadist. Getting paid to help me out
was the excuse he needed to enjoy his own fantasy. So much the better.
I liked cultivating his allegiance to me. You never know when you might
need a cop in your hip pocket.
I made Kimmie watch until after Thompson had pumped his load down Billy's
throat and forced the punk to lick him clean. Then she was more than
ready to leave, without speaking to Billy.
My wife Denise returned from my mother's that evening, to report that
it had been a false alarm, and of course my mother was fine. She chose
not to join Kimmie and me in the pool for an after-dark swim, which
allowed me to knock off one more piece of fifteen-year-old ass for the
weekend. I could barely service my horny wife when I got to bed.
I continued my afternoon sessions with Kimmie, but now I usually spent
my load into her healthy young womb, rather than down her throat. At
the end of the month, she told me she had missed her period. I bought
her an early pregnancy test, and sure enough, she was bearing a child,
mine by default. Now for an alibi. At my direction, Thompson arranged
for Billy to be let out on his own recognizance while he awaited trial.
He called Kimmie again and again, but she refused to see him. I don't
think she ever told him why. After a week, he broke down and tried to
force his way into our house. I held him at gun point while we waited
for the police. We were now able to add criminal trespass and attempted
assault to his charges. While we waited for the cops, I played him the
videotape I had made of the day I took Kimmie's cherry. I then
destroyed the tape before his eyes. Even he knew that he'd never be
believed.
I understand he was sentenced to two years in the "Big House". Far
more importantly, as far as Kimmie and I were concerned, was the blood
test. You see, we informed the state that we believed Billy had gotten
Kimmie pregnant during his week out. Thompson was able to swap a blood
sample I provided with the sample taken from Billy, so the official
paternity is his. This is probably bewildering to the little shit, but
with the test and Kimmie's "confession", that's all there is to it.
Her mother was furious with her, but I convinced Denise we should keep
the baby and raise it as our own. Of course, Kimmie is required to stay
close to home these days, under my watchful care every afternoon. Kimmie's
ultrasound indicates that it's a girl on the way. Although Denise isn't
happy about the pregnancy, she is happy that I have promised to raise
her daughter's daughter with all the love, care and attention that I
have always given to Kimmie.
The End
Stepdaddy