Stepdaddy's renown as a man of Letters (hebephilic and pornographic) has led many to seek his wisdom through the years, leading to the establishment of the "Dear Stepdaddy" advice column. Please feel free to pen your own queries; Stepdaddy will respond in this column, or privately if you so request. Your letters are assumed to be just as fictional and tongue-in-cheek as the examples below. You can find his stories and poetry here.
Dear Stepdaddy,
I was long a reader of your stories and columns and viewed them as a pure, wild fantasy. But then my daughter went through puberty.
About the time she turned thirteen I realized that your stories are more like instruction manuals than escapist stroking aids! I could tell you how I went about it if you want me to, in another letter (let's just say that I adapted your approach in "Just Say Uncle" to more of a "You Win, Daddy" version, and you already have about 90% of the story).
However, I'm not writing to brag about that. I have a very frustrating situation and I seek your thoughts about it.
Her mother and I divorced years ago, and I get Becca and her little brother (now eight) every other weekend, for half the holidays, and for a good stretch every summer.
Lately, she can't seem to wake up in the morning. She's a slugabed like a stereotypical teenager. She never used to be like that -- at ten she was up bright and early, just like Mikey still is. That did me no good then, of course: before she ripened I never even imagined our sexual future together.
Anyhow, this sleepyhead business is a real drag, because once Mikey is up and safely stationed at his X-box on a Saturday morning, I want my morning blowjob. It's not like Becca can't give a great one -- she's tops! -- nor that she doesn't love sucking cock (only mine, of course!) -- but she is literally useless that early. Even if I yank her covers off -- even if I yank her PJs down and give her a vigorous spanking -- she's still just not "with it" enough in the A.M. to suck cock with the enthusiasm and applied talent I deserve.
Have you ever had to deal with this problem?
-- Unsated in San Antonio
I feel your pain! Some biological/evolutionary development has created this frustrating situation for all of us solid (rock-hard, in fact) citizens who have taken on the burden of guiding young ladies into their sexual maturity. Teenagers' bodies just seem to operate on a different clock than those of either preteens or mature adults. I don't know why Nature makes this so, but I am certain it is NOT to discourage the attentions of men twenty or more years their seniors...you are aware, if you are as thorough a reader of my works as you purport, that in my opinion Nature's prime mandate is that fourteen-year old girls should be bred by men in their forties or older. So separation of grizzled cock from fledgling cunt cannot be the evolutionary purpose behind this inconvenient mismatch in sleep cycles.
But, alas, it is nevertheless a real condition and it is not your daughter's fault, nor is it a sign of particular laziness or indiscipline on her part (although there's nothing wrong wth spanking her for it, anyway, of course).
I had this issue a few years back with my stepdaughter, Mercedes. By the time she was fourteen, I had successfully mentored her into an avid cocksucking cumfiend who could deliver a glorious, worshipful blowjob of the first order. She could take me to the root (a challenge for many), indefinitely. She could teabag and ball worship my sac in a world-class manner. She would ask permission to take a break for the sole purpose of flavoring my gnarled shaft within her pussy or rectum, before voraciously sucking me clean again. She knew how to keep me right on that razor's edge, without bringing me off and the session to a temporary end, for as long as she or I pleased. And believe you me, I pleased to please for as long as our ability to dodge her mother's movements might allow. In short, if my wife, her mother, was asleep, away, or engrossed in her favorite TV show, chances were that Mercedes could be found bobbing on my cock.
Established: at the tender age of fourteen, Mercedes was an accomplished and conscientious cocksucker.
For what follows, it is important that you understand Mercedes also possessed a well-trained, cock-milkingly-tight middle school pussy, everything a man of our mutual tastes could ask for in that department (not so true today now that's she's twenty-three, have borne two of my bastards, but she is still an enjoyable fuck on occasion if I don't have anyone younger at hand). The quality of her then-juvenile vagina will be seen to be germane to the resolution I ultimately found.
Now, Mercedes' mother was very much a late-sleeper whenever she could be, almost like a teenager herself. I had no trouble, once Mercedes had been "broken in" and properly trained, in finding some "me time", say at five A.M. on a weekday before the long morning commute, or commencing bit later on a weekend, when I could safely leave my wife "dead to world" and make my way stealthily to her daughter's boudoir, towards which my erect cock would lead me like a compass toward the Polestar.
Nothing like an expert blowjob to start the day, right? Well, right, but when your cocksucker is cranky, desultory, and not showing the proper enthusiasm and thankfulness, it really detracts, as you clearly know. Teenagers! Can't get them to go to sleep at night, can't get them up in the morning!
I would rouse her, shaking her awake, perhaps standing at the side of her bed "thwapping" about her cute face with my wide-awake, stiff cock. She'd groan. Groan! At a chance to suck my cock? She'd actually roll away and try to go back to sleep!
Of course, she knew her duty, and after a bit of this she would muster the alertness to take my cockhead in her mouth and half-heartedly hand-jerk the shaft.
Seriously: a world-class cocksucker cheating with her hands!
Later on in the day, after work while I "helped her with her homework", or while she rode along on a Saturday afternoon errand, her mouth would be full of apologies and full of my cock -- and back to her real self in the attentiveness department. But come reveille we'd be back to the Case of the Sleepy Suckgirl.
Ultimately, I decided that you just can't fight Nature. Her oral worship services would simply have to be held at a more civilized hour. I made sure she got plenty of time to make up for this inconvenient adjustment, however -- my wife was amazed at my sudden willingness to cart Mercedes hither and yon (but not to school first thing in the morning!). My wife had no idea, of course, that I practically refused to ever leave the driveway or the gymnastics parking lot until my cock was lodged past her soft palate and into her throat, and my trimmed pubes were tickling those murmuring schoolgirl lips. I came to love driving with a girl facedown in my lap, and this practice has been carried on by her successors. It has informed my auto-buying selections ever since (one wants an unobtrusive console, between the front seats, for one, thing).
As for my morning needs?
Being sleepy is no impediment to a stepfather's (or in your case, a father's) pleasure is sliding into a youngster's bed and entering her supple vagina in the spoons position, soaking in her warmth. It doesn't interfere, you will discover, with that vagina's instinctual milking ripples around your cock, either. In fact, research show that girls tend to lube up during REM sleep, a stage she is likely to be in as you join her and join with her. Sliding in to that hot hole while comfortably conforming your own naked flesh along the bare skin of her bottom, legs, and back is a yummy experience, and is itself a great way to start the day.
And, once you do unload a copious, pent-up seminal load into her (hopefully fertile) womb, I believe that you will find that even the sleepiest of middle schoolers can manage to finish her chore and slurp your slimy and deflating prick clean of all that gooey mess.
--SD
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