I had thoroughly enjoyed the past 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 in the afternoon, I had pumped my load down the petite teen's throat, unbuckled her bound wrists from behind her back, and sent her on her way with a couple of swats 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 eventually, but the reflected sight of her sweet little schoolgirl ass this afternoon as I had shuddered through my well-teased orgasm had convinced that the inevitable was becoming urgent.

Not only did I ache to take those pleasures, but also, with our "arrangement" approaching nearly 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, whom I was supporting financially to control the kid, and who I suspected harbored a history of sexually abusing the kid. Yes, if the punk talked Kimmie into violating our deal, he's end up in jail and 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 -- it adds to my bad-daddy enjoyment. Meanwhile, I would wait, and use the idle time to plan my next depravity.

Denise came home at about nine, as expected, but Kimmie had not yet returned. Part of our arrangement was that as long as she served my needs and kept her lower holes whole, I would help her "date" Billie, provided her absences were kept hidden from her mother. I covered for her because I had to, 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 that 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 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 rather than later. Right now, however, his freedom was my biggest leverage with Kimmie, 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, I don't like lying for you. By the way, the story is that you were comparing homework over at Nannette's. Now, 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 pulls into the driveway." 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 is 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 a necessary lack of ardor 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 Justin Bieber poster hung over her bed. How young, sweet, and innocent the setting seemed. God I loved this!

She first lay on her tummy, and I slowly pulled her panties down over her tiny, tightly rounded 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, soon.

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 this attention. 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 around the entrance to her hole, confirming the presence of her intact maidenhead. I pulled my finger away, 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. This was an added, and most exquisite, irony: the bound and trussed Denise always especially enjoyed my vigor on her daughter's exam night, without knowing its cause.

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 symptoms, 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 to be 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. She 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. She may not have liked the details of our relationship, but she had the self-discipline to play her part properly.

"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 irregular as wolfing down your stepfather's cock on a daily basis can become a somewhat comfortable routine when faced with the unknown! I decided to start with something familiar.

"OK, honey. 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 briefs on either side, and pulled them down my thighs past my knees. My prick swung forward with its freedom, 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 at times also regret the loss of those early days, when her inexperience underscored her youth and innocence. Well, she was still inexperienced in other ways.

"Stop now, and lie down on your bed, Kimmie," I said, almost gently. She hesitated, and then released my cock. It bobbed and weaved, glistening with her saliva. "Get up on your bed, honey." She sat back on her bed, and then slid herself 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.

"Wha-what are you doing? Don't you want me to..." she asked quietly. It seemed she had a correct suspicion as to 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 bringing up a finger to examine her hymen, 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 belly 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 poke my tongue through the little gap in her membrane. This always elicited a groan, and a cooperative hip thrust from the over-heating fifteen-year-old.

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 and lower legs 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 in comparison to the strength of my building lust.

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. Then I tickled the head of my cock through the peach fuzz above her clit. I gasped with the pleasure of that sensation. I was sure going miss that when her pubic hair really started to come in, but at the moment its silken torment was a delight.

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, stretching her barrier. 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 own 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 was soon meeting my thrusts, grunting at each collision of our hips.

"You like that, don't you, baby? 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 shot after shot of my ropy jism deep into her loins, moaning and grunting myself all the while. Even Kimmie got into the act.

"Yes, yes! Cum in me! Take me! Oh, fuck yes, Daddy!"

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As I lay upon 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. But, like I said, I had all weekend!

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Note: This is the second episode in "The Arrangement" series. The first is linked at the top of this story; the third is available at Justice is Served.

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