A Step in the Wrong Direction – Part 2
Introduction:
Jenny makes plans for the weekend; Sarah has plans of her own.
As she turned the corner of her street, she saw Jake at her front door, finger poised over the doorbell button, contemplating whether or not to push it. She reached her gate as his hand dropped and he turned, surprised to see her standing behind him, the outline of her sex plainly visible through the tight shorts. His cock betrayed him; he had meant to leave, resolving to only come to Sarah’s house when her mother wasn’t in, but here she stood, her body begging to be touched, tasted, ravished. The bulge in his trousers grew painfully erect as she stepped forward and touched him. His resistance vanished as she deftly unlocked the door without her hand leaving his jeans.
Once inside she kissed him hungrily, he reciprocated readily, his hands wandering over her firm buttocks, pulling her into him. She broke the kiss and took his hand, leading him upstairs.
She took the condom packet from her pocket and tossed it on the bed before pulling her top over her head and freeing her breasts. Jake pulled his t-shirt off and stood behind her, cupping each magnificent breast, kissing her neck and earlobe. He tweaked each hard nipple, causing her to gasp. With her hands on his, she persuaded him to go lower; his fingers teased the waistband of her shorts as he slowly rolled the fabric down over her firm arse. With the shorts rolled halfway down, he turned her around and kissed her full on the lips; she opened her mouth and they kissed deeply, her hands caressing his body as he unfastened his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out from his jeans and, taking her hand, he lowered Jenny down to sit on the edge of the bed.
He kissed her again, resting his hands on her thighs as he knelt down, his lips kissing from mouth, to neck, to nipple. He flicked her hard nubbin with his tongue, his hands moving around the rolled down waistband of her shorts; she laid back, lifted her hips and he removed the last barrier between them. With his head between her legs, he drew a line up her slit with his tongue; her period had finished a day or two before and she hadn’t shaved; his tongue tickled as it rasped up the short hairs on her pussy. He licked her slowly, taking his time, savouring her taste, the tip of his tongue finding its way between her lips as her juices mingled with his saliva, lubricating her in preparation for what was to come. Before that though, his tongue found her clit; she tensed as he teased her pleasure button, licking and sucking until she was grabbing handfuls of his hair and crying out his name, begging him not to stop.
As she lay there panting, he kissed his way back up her body until their tongues were entwined; tasting herself on his lips. She rolled him onto his back and kissed him; her hand traced its way down to his marvellous penis and her head followed. Taking him in her mouth, she swung her leg over his chest and backed her dripping pussy to his waiting mouth. Using his finger to tease her clitoris, his tongue delved into her depths. He ran his tongue over her puckered asshole, causing her to shiver. She lost her concentration, not wanting him to cum yet, but desperately wanting him to get her off; she could tell he was close, his hips were moving urgently, but she was closer. With his fingers and tongue thrusting into her, his cock fell from her mouth as she cried out again.
On her back, catching her breath, Jake crawled up to her; she sat up and kissed him, then pushed him backwards into the middle of the bed. Straddling his legs, she unwrapped a condom, rolled it onto his stiff cock and impaled herself on him. He was only half way in when her first orgasm hit; with him fully inside of her, she felt as though she was crashing from orgasm to orgasm. She gripped his shins as she rode him; he held her waist, reaching up to squeeze her breasts as she fucked him. Jenny collapsed on top of Jake as her last orgasm ebbed, fully aware that he hadn’t yet cum.
She climbed off him and moved to the top of the bed, head in the pillows, her swollen pussy presented to him; he entered her carefully, starting slowly and building up speed as she urged him to fuck her harder, faster; driving her into the pillows as he grabbed her waist and with one last push, both lovers came together.
Exhausted, they lay together on the bed, neither one speaking, both looking into each other’s eyes. Jenny reached out and touched Jake’s face; he kissed her hand, his own caressing Jenny’s breast. His cock was hard again, she felt the itch in her pussy that needed scratching; she stripped off the old condom, rolled on a fresh one and this time they made love.
It was late afternoon when Jake left; they’d fucked in the shower before she sent him home, clean, but thoroughly spent. As she tidied up the bedroom, she made a mental note to buy more protection; three just wasn’t enough, especially if this was going to be a regular occurrence. Dave’s arrival woke her from her daydream; he called out as the door swung shut. “I’m upstairs!” She shouted; seconds later he bounded into the bedroom and embraced her, kissing her lips and squeezing her bum. Guilty feelings swept through her, along with a rush of adrenaline as she kissed him back; she couldn’t believe how horny she was, especially after this afternoon’s activities. He slipped the robe from her shoulders, admiring her lithe form as she undressed him and pushed him onto the bed. Grabbing protection from Dave’s bedside drawer, she suited him up and sat astride him; her slick pussy easily accepting her husband’s girth. As she rode him, Jenny imagined Jake’s mother, a black man between her legs while another pounded her arse; she came, hard, falling forward, Dave thrusting into her from below. She came again, this time she thought of Dave holding her, while Jake filled her pussy from behind; her voice caught in her throat as her orgasm peaked, she felt like her heart had stopped, cunt muscles contracted and milked Dave’s cock, her womb trying to suck his sperm through the rubber.
They lay together, panting; Dave wondered what had gotten into his wife, not knowing that it had gotten into her four times already, and she was busy planning more. For the next few weeks Jake tried to balance his love for Sarah with his lust for Jenny; visiting Jenny when the coast was clear during the day, and seeing Sarah when he could muster the strength in the evenings. Jenny tried not to make things awkward when Jake was around with Sarah, but she was insatiable when she was alone with him; using her leave days from work to stay home when Sarah was in school, being careful not to let her daughter and husband suspect anything by dressing for work in the mornings. She bought her condoms in bigger boxes, although not so large that she couldn’t conceal them in her underwear drawer; but while Jenny’s protection use exploded, Dave and Sarah’s started to wane. Dave sometimes caught Jenny while she was still horny from her lover’s visits, earning him a quickie before Sarah came home; Sarah had to coax Jake’s cock into life before he’d fuck her, and his performance with her had been lacklustre lately.
One morning, feeling neglected, horny, and thinking the house was empty, Sarah decided to take care of herself. Recalling her most delicious dream, she thought of her step-father watching from the doorway whilst she worked her lubricated dildo into her pussy. She found that her orgasms were much more intense when she imagined that her father was watching her play with herself; she didn’t know he was in the house, nor that he was walking up the stairs as she cried out “Oh god, Dave!”
Thinking that something was wrong, he vaulted the last few stairs and rushed into Sarah’s room. She looked up as the door swung open and her father stood there motionless. It was the final push she needed to take her over the edge; he was rooted to the spot as her orgasm hit, her face contorted and chest heaving as she looked into his eyes. He shook his head, clearing the fog which had descended and narrowed his focus to that of his daughter at her most intimate and open of moments. Embarrassed, he turned and left the room, meaning to enter the bathroom when his step-daughter caught up to him; she touched his elbow, stopping him in the hallway; he couldn’t turn around. “I’m so sorry love.” His voice was shaky. “I should have knocked. I didn’t know. I’m so…”
“Dad, stop!” She said quietly, squeezing his elbow. “Please look at me.”
“I can’t.” He said, but she stepped in front of him; he tried not to look at her glorious nakedness; she noticed the reason why he couldn’t turn around. She placed her hand on the bulge in his trousers; he flinched and looked into her eyes, holding her gaze as she traced his length with her finger. He was confused until she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him, arms around his neck, she pulled herself up, pressing her bare breasts into him and encircling his waist with her legs. His hands found her naked buttocks, feeling her soft flesh, his resolve melted and he kissed her back. The girl he had known as his daughter for the last thirteen years; the girl who had called him daddy since she was five years old, was kissing him hungrily, begging him to take her, wanting him; needing him. He couldn’t refuse her.
Hands kneading her buttocks as her tongue fought with his; he took Sarah into her bedroom and laid her on the edge of the bed. She released his neck, reclining on the soft duvet as he kissed her thighs and down her legs to her ankles; then kissing all the way back up to her shaved slit. His tongue teased her open, probing and exploring; tasting her nectar while she writhed on the bed. Sucking on her engorged clitoris, she grabbed at the duvet and dug her heels into Dave’s back as she shook through the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
Dave came up for air; he shed his clothes, his erection proudly before him as he stood. With her feet at the edge of the bed, she pushed herself backwards and reached out to him; he took her hand and knelt between her legs, bending to suckle on her prominent nipples. He wondered if he’d taken things too far, until she passed him a condom; she obviously wanted to take it further, and he didn’t want to disappoint his little girl.
On his haunches, he tore open the packet and rolled the thin latex down his thick shaft before tasting his way up Sarah’s perfect eighteen year old body. He kissed the hollow of her neck as she reached down and placed him at the entrance of her slick pussy.
This was it, the point of no return; he looked into her eyes, the naked hunger in them confirmed that she not only wanted this, but craved it; he entered her slowly.
She felt momentarily guilty, but it passed as her body accepted him. She thought of the times he’d pushed her on the swing, the time he’d given his ice-cream to her when she’d dropped her own, the Halloween costume he made for her when her mother was sick, and the volcano they’d made together for the science fair. She felt her orgasm build; reaching a crescendo as she thought of Dave watching her as Jake pinned her to the wall. She locked her ankles around her stepfather’s back, urging him deeper as she felt him swell; her own orgasm hitting hard as he filled the barrier between them.
He stayed within her, she hugged him tight as they shifted positions; with her on top, she felt in control, his softening cock trapped in her. She rose, helped, in part, by his hands on her firm breasts, caressing the soft flesh and tweaking her hard nipples. She rocked in his lap, feeling him grow again inside her, filling, stretching her until she threw her head back and came in earnest. He held on to her thighs as she slammed down on him, her pussy milking his cock, she cried out as she came.
Still hard, still inside her, he sat up and kissed her; a bead of sweat travelled from the nape of her neck, slowly down her back as he grasped her taught buttocks and picked her up. Laying Sarah on her back, with her head over the edge of the bed, she felt as though he were driving his throbbing member through her. He picked up speed, she groaned with every thrust, raising her knees to her chest, allowing him deeper as he thrust into her. She heard a whimpering, not realising is was herself until her breath caught and her orgasm exploded as Dave added a second load to the condom.
He collapsed backwards, his head on her pillow; she put her fingers on her pussy lips, they were swollen, tender and oh so hot. She shifted on the bed; laying next to her step-father, the man who had taken care of her for thirteen years, and the man who had just given her the most exciting sexual experience of her life, she laid her head on his chest. His heart raced; the post-coital bliss masking the enormity of their recent actions as he hugged her to him, feeling her warmth next to him. They lay together, kissing and stroking as lovers; they parted with a kiss, then Sarah disappeared into the bathroom for a shower. Walking into his own bedroom, he noticed that the bathroom door was ajar; he resisted the temptation to enter, although the thoughts of what could happen if he did had made him hard again. Pushing the thoughts from his mind, he waited until Sarah was finished in the bathroom to have his own shower, although he neglected to lock the door.
In her bedroom, Sarah picked the discarded wrapper off the floor and tossed it into her waste bin. She heard Dave enter the bathroom, but didn’t hear the lock engage; thinking that she’d give it five minutes before sneaking in to surprise him, she donned her robe and opened her bedside drawer to retrieve another condom. The packet was empty; she sighed, then thought her parent’s might have some. Entering their room, Sarah decided to look in her mother’s bedside cabinet first. Opening the top drawer, she found nothing except for her mother’s vibrator, a half used bottle of lube and a box of paracetamol. She opened the second drawer and was startled by her mother’s voice, “And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”
Sarah’s heart was pounding, but not as hard as her mother’s. Sarah thought on her feet, “Just looking for ankle socks mum. I can’t find mine.” Both women relaxed, their secrets safe. They jumped when Dave entered the room; Sarah hurriedly fastened her robe, but not without giving Dave a quick flash of her breasts. She grinned at him.
“Can one of you two start dinner while I grab a shower?” Jenny said, distracted. She was feeling tired; having to put more effort in at work to cover the days she was spending with Jake. She couldn’t go on at this pace; but she didn’t want to slow down either. She was addicted. The adrenaline rush, the thrill of getting caught, the fact that a man nearly half her age lusted after her; she just couldn’t get enough.
Dave set the table, Sarah made dinner; a very nice spaghetti carbonara, but Jenny was too preoccupied to taste it. She sat next to Dave at the table, across from Sarah; Dave and Sarah exchanged knowing glances occasionally, but Jenny never noticed. As much as she wanted to carry on seeing Jake, she had to take a break before she crashed and burned, ruining everything.
The next Saturday, Dave had to work and Sarah volunteered at her local charity shop. Jake had told Sarah that he was busy; he’d got a job at a garage and they needed him that day, so Sarah said she’d work the whole day at the shop. Jake knew that Jenny would be alone, so he was disappointed when he received a text from her that said she was having a spa day at the gym. He knew which gym she went to, and knew she didn’t like their spa; the women were too gossipy, and too much relaxation loosened her lips. Having lied to Sarah about the garage to spend the morning and afternoon with Jenny, he was afraid that she was getting cold feet; he hadn’t been with her for four days.
All Jenny needed was some “Me time”; a nice leisurely swim in the pool and a relax in the sauna with no-one to bother her. She went at the quietest time, just before lunch; the gym was almost empty, only the die-hard gym bunnies were in attendance, most of them using the weight machines. She used a treadmill next to the window which overlooked the pool, waiting for the serious swimmers to finish, and the daily gossip crew to catch up with the local news, before she left for the changing room.
She’d opted for a two-piece swimsuit which just about met club regulations; her one-piece suit made her uncomfortable in the sauna, the male lifeguard watched her every movement, and she was sure she caught him adjusting himself as she lowered herself into the cool water. She kept her eye on him as she swam across the pool towards him, preferring backstroke as she swam away. She could see he was becoming uncomfortable, shifting in his seat, agitated as blood rushed to his private parts. She teased him with a few more lengths of the pool. As she finished her swim, she hoisted herself out of the water; with nobody left to guard, the lifeguard made a swift exit.
She smiled to herself as she rinsed in the poolside shower, took a towel from the rack and walked the few steps to the steam room door. The hot air billowed around her as she entered the room; the steam thick and humid. She walked to the back of the room, placed her towel on the wooden bench and reclined against the wall. The door was shrouded in mist; the outside world ceased to matter. Finally alone with her thoughts, she started to think of how she could end this affair without her daughter getting hurt too much. She knew that Jake wasn’t the right man for her daughter with him being so easily swayed by her; if it hadn’t been Jenny, it could have easily been another woman, and she didn’t want that for Sarah, but how could she let her know without putting herself in the frame?
Her peace was shattered as she heard the steam room door swing open and footsteps made their way towards her. Jake appeared, dreamlike through the fog; her heart fluttered, her mind screamed “Don’t do it!” but she was already on her feet and embracing him. They kissed, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her swimsuit as his hands grabbed at her arse cheeks.
“I thought you were avoiding me?” He asked.
“I just needed some time to myself.” She said, “It’s only been four days?”
“I know but I missed you.” He looked into her eyes. “I missed this.” He pulled her to him and they kissed again. She could feel herself becoming aroused as his hands made their way underneath the tight fabric of her swimsuit and caressed her soft flesh.
“Not here!” She panicked, “We can’t do it here! Someone might come in!”
“The place is empty.” He said, easing the waistband over her hips. She kissed him, her tongue darting into his mouth. He took it as a signal to take it further, pushing her pants down her legs. She stepped out of them and stepped up to the higher bench. Sat facing him, legs open, inviting him; he knelt on the lower bench and tasted the subtle saltiness of her pussy. She stroked his head as his tongue lapped at her juices, flicking her sensitive clit; his fingers worked her pussy, beckoning her towards climax. Her breath was quick and shallow, her shoulders tense as she came, holding the back of his head, covering his face with her cum.
She moved to the lower bench, next to him, untying his shorts as he sat and she tasted herself on his lips. She pulled his pants down, his monster springing free; she took him in her mouth. It felt so dangerous; they could be discovered at any moment; a boy being seduced by a woman nearly twice his age in a public area. He couldn’t take any more; blowing his load down her throat, she swallowed every drop.
He was still seated at the edge of the bench; she wiped her lips with the back of her hand and, with her back to him, she lowered her pussy onto his hard cock. She’d forgotten how good it felt to take him bare, but she reckoned she was safe as she eased herself onto him. He held her waist, his hands moving up to cup her firm breasts; enjoying the sensation of her pussy gripping his cock when he pinched her nipples. She could feel her climax building, rising as she rode him; meaning to pull him out as she felt him swell, but she needed to feel him cum, she needed to feel him fill her completely. She slammed down on him, her own climax ripping through her as she felt him swell and deliver himself into her.
Spent, she reached back, cupped his chin and kissed him; cum oozed from the junction of their union. She felt little aftershocks as his cock continued to pump into her; her pussy hungry for more, though she wasn’t sure there would be room.
The steam room door opened; certain they had been discovered, Jenny retrieved her pants and hurriedly put them on. Jake pulled his up and blew a quick kiss to Jenny as he left. She sat on her towel; the crotch of her swimsuit was saturated with cum as it flowed from her. Certain that her new steam room partner would be able to smell the aroma of Jake’s seed; she wrapped the towel around her waist and hurried to the changing room.
Semen still trickled from her swollen lips as she showered; she was paranoid that people would be able to see it; to tell that she had been royally fucked within the walls of the club; but nobody noticed. She dried, dressed and drove home.
She threw her swimsuit and gym clothes into the washing machine; stripping off the panties she wore, now damp with Jake’s semen, she inhaled his scent before they joined the rest and the washer door closed. The house was empty; she went upstairs and showered again.
When Dave returned from work that evening, he found his wife in bed. He kissed her forehead and she turned her head to him groggily; smiling back at him. “I had the most wonderful dream.” She said. “I dreamt that you made love to me on a rooftop in Vegas.”
“I can’t give you that now, my love.” He said, “But I can give you a bed on the first floor.”
“That’ll do.” she said, pulling him into bed; she’d deliberately forgotten the condoms as he filled her adulterous, saturated womb, but she wasn’t sure why.
Jake came around less to see Sarah; she supposed it was to do with his new job, but it was mainly because he found it hard to be around her when Jenny was there. Sex between them all but dried up; they still loved each other, but with them both having their own outlets, neither of them really noticed. Sarah and Dave often vented their sexual frustration with each other, mostly before Jenny came home from work, which was often late. She’d told them that one of the girls had left, and they were picking up the slack until her replacement could be found; in truth, her journey home often took her to Jake’s while his parents were out, often sneaking out of the door if one of them came home. Not that Jake’s mother would have cared; she would have taken great delight in the fact that her son was fucking a married woman behind her husband’s back, although she would have preferred it if the husband was made to watch.
Jenny desperately wanted to spend a night with Jake; she wanted to wake up in his arms and make love in the morning. Her chance came two weeks later; an invitation to her colleague’s bachelorette party landed on her desk at work. The event would require a two night stay and they would be leaving straight from work on the Friday; she politely declined, saying that she already had plans for that weekend, but not telling them that she’d only just made them. She took the invite home and stuck it to the fridge door, hoping that Dave or Sarah would notice it. She sent Jake a text, letting him know her plans and suggesting they spend the weekend in a hotel. He texted back almost immediately; his parents were out of town that weekend, they told him they were going to see relations, which was usually a euphemism for his mother entertaining lots of big black cock while his father watched. They decided that they would spend the time in Jake’s bed, rather than endure the embarrassment of knowing looks from the hotel staff as they checked in.
Sarah saw the invite first and her heart leapt; it wasn’t her birthday for another two months, but she felt like her presents had come early. She showed the invite to Dave. “What about Jake?” He asked.
“He’s going away with his parent’s, his dad told me they we’re going to see family. Jake told me yesterday that he was going with them.” Plans fell in to place; shopping separately, both women bought new lingerie, though neither thought they’d be wearing it for long.
Thursday night, feeling guilty about leaving her husband for a weekend of debauchery with her young lover, Jenny’s hand crept under the duvet to fondle her husband’s penis. She still knew which buttons to press to get him up quickly, but she was surprised when he sprang in to life so soon. He’d been thinking about Sarah and their weekend together when his wife’s hand stroked his cock. Rolling onto his back, she produced a condom from her drawer and rolled it onto him; whilst she was sure she was safe, she didn’t want her husband’s sperm ruining her lover’s experience. She climbed on top and rode him to climax, biting her lip for fear of screaming her lover’s name as she came.
In the morning she packed her overnight bag; her new negligee and her box of condoms in the bottom. She also took spare underwear and some clothes that would be appropriate for a weekend away with the girls; she knew he wouldn’t check her wardrobe, but she would need to unpack something to throw in the washing machine when she returned home. “Better to be safe than sorry!” She thought, “And thinking of safe.” She took her diary from the drawer and checked for the star; her period was due on Tuesday, she might not use those condoms after all. Her pussy ached as she thought of spending the weekend full of her lover’s sperm.
Dave carried her bag to the car, kissed her on the lips and told her to take care; she said she would, her mind flitting to the box of condoms in her bag, then to Jake and his lovely long cock. She waved as she drove off to work, her heart hammering in her chest.
At lunch time she received a text from Jake saying that his parents had left on their trip. She felt excited; fighting off the urge to race round to Jake’s house and consummate their weekend long marriage. He sent another text, “Park in the garage. Can’t have anyone you know seeing your car here. I’ll leave it open x” She forced her legs together; the thought of having Jake’s cock in her, uninterrupted for two nights, had her pussy tingling.
She stayed at work until the girls had boarded their minibus and headed off to the airport; she felt a little bit jealous about missing out, but they would be missing out on so much more. She shut down her computer and left the office, waving to Billy on security as she headed to the carpark.
Pulling on to Jake’s driveway, she saw the garage door opened, so she drove in carefully. Closing the heavy metal door behind her, she walked to the front of the house, overnight bag slung over her shoulder, her heels clicking on the flagstones. Jake opened the door and pulled her into his arms; she dropped the bag in the hallway and he carried her upstairs.
Sarah was applying makeup; Dave had decided that they should go out for a nice dinner at Sarah’s favourite restaurant. He’d surprised her with a gorgeous figure hugging black dress, which, to Sarah’s delight went perfectly with the lacy bra and almost-there panties which she’d bought. Her zip needed fastening, so she walked into her stepfather’s bedroom; he looked up at her with a smile full of pride and a look of lust. She stood in front of him, pulled her hair over her shoulder and turned her back. It took every ounce of fibre to resist his stepdaughter’s allure. In his mind he pushed the dress from her shoulders, down her arms to her waist and her gorgeous legs. Taking a deep breath, with one hand holding the bottom of the zip, his other slowly travelled towards her neck where he kissed her tenderly. She hadn’t realised that she’d stopped breathing until his lips left her neck. She’d been a little apprehensive about tonight; worrying if this was what she wanted. After that kiss; she was sure. She turned and kissed his lips quickly, then left the room; the ghost of her perfume lingering.
They took a taxi in to town; the driver stealing glances at the woman in his rear view mirror, she caught him and fluttered her eyelashes, nearly causing an accident as he almost failed to see the stop light. At the restaurant, a waiter held the door open and then led them to their table. It was a family owned Italian place which they had frequented for years; the owner came from around the bar with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Just the one beautiful lady tonight?” he said, producing a rose from his back pocket and placing it in the empty vase.
“Just the one, Gio.” Dave replied, “The other one is out with the girls tonight. We thought we’d treat ourselves.” Gio smiled at Sarah and poured the wine, leaving the bottle on the table. She looked around nervously as he left; wondering if Gio knew that this was more than just a father-daughter dinner, and how many others in the restaurant were thinking the same. Dave put his hand on hers. “Are you okay, honey?”
“Just, I don’t know. It’s weird.” She said. “Being out with you like this, on our own.”
“We’ve been to McDonalds on our own.” He said.
“But that wasn’t like…” She searched for the right words, “A date.”
“Maybe not for you, it wasn’t.” He squeezed her hand. “But I had the most gorgeous girl in the room with me, and I was proud to have you on my arm, even if you were seven.” She looked into his eyes and saw only pride. “And I still am.”
Sarah wiped away a tear. She didn’t care what anyone else thought; right now, he was her father. Their food came, in the background she thought she heard Jake’s name, but it was only a takeaway pizza order.
The doorbell rang; Jenny dashed downstairs, hastily tying a robe around her. She opened the door to an astonished pizza delivery boy; he held out the pizza as she handed him the cash and her robe fell open. He dropped the money; bending quickly, her face hidden by the pizza box in her hands, the delivery boy took in the sight before him. Dried semen covered her stomach and thighs; there was more around her pubis and it dripped from her swollen lips onto the wooden floor. Mouth agape, he gathered the money and stood upright, his penis throbbing in his pants. “There’s enough for a tip in there too.” she said, blowing him a cheeky kiss and giggling as the door closed. The delivery boy was sure he’d seen the woman before, although she was clothed the last time; it wasn’t until he’d done his rounds and seen the couple leaving the restaurant, that he remembered where.
Sarah didn’t fancy going straight home, but she didn’t want to go to a bar or club; not drinking much, she was fed up of being hit on by boys who’d had just enough liquid courage to ask her out, but still too much to form a coherent sentence. They decided on a movie; although, afterwards, they couldn’t have said which movie it was they had sat through. As the lights went down and the titles started, she put her hand on Dave’s leg. Dave put his hand on her’s and they kissed throughout the main feature, hands roaming in the darkened room. They held hands as they left the theatre; Dave hailed a cab to take them home.
Once home, Sarah kicked off her shoes while Dave locked the front door; she took his hand and led him upstairs.
Standing in front of each other, Sarah unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed; he reached behind her and unzipped her dress. Taking his time, savouring the feel of her soft flesh beneath his hands, he gently pulled the dress from her shoulders and down her slender arms. She unbuttoned his trousers, kissing him as he unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor with his pants. Dave kissed and nibbled his stepdaughter’s hard nipples, pushing her dress from her hips, it joined the rest of their discarded clothes, he grasped her taught buttocks, her arms tight around his neck as he lifted her onto the bed.
He lay next to her, his hand slowly caressing her body, sending shivers through her. Suckling on her erect nipple, his fingers played with the lacy edges of her panties; she tensed her stomach muscles, daring him to venture further. He denied her invitation, frustrating her, his fingers drew a lazy line up her thrumming body, cupping the breast he suckled, caressing the soft flesh of her bosom. She felt heat building in her pussy, although he hadn’t yet touched her there; he felt her hand snake down to touch herself, but he knew she wasn’t ready for what he had in store for her. Tongue dancing on her supersensitive nipple, fingers stroking the underside of her breast, her heat built to the point where her legs were pressed together, her knees were by his head and her hands entwined in his hair. She crushed his face into her breast as she came; his tongue drawing circles around her areolae, making her cum harder than she thought was possible without penetration.
As her orgasm faded, she relaxed her legs; it was now that his hand stole beneath the elastic of her panties, fingertips cool against her hot skin, his middle finger sliding easily between her moist lips, pressing on her engorged clit. Her breath quickened, chest heaving, Dave’s index finger slipped in, further stimulating her until she gasped for breath, grabbing his wrist, begging him to stop, then pleading for him not to as she arched her back, fingers grasping, digging into the mattress, the orgasm ripping through as guttural animal noises came from her mouth.
His onslaught didn’t stop there; kissing from nipple to naval, moving between her legs; Dave removed Sarah’s lace panties and inhaled his stepdaughter’s scent. With his mouth less than an inch from her pussy, he blew gently on her vulva, the air tickling her short hair; her thighs tensed. He kissed her lips then probed her with his tongue, tasting her sweetness; the soles of her feet hot on his back, she shifted her hips as his tongue delved deeper; she cried out as fingers replaced tongue and he sucked on her clitoris. Unrelenting, his fingers curled towards her g-spot, beckoning her towards another climax, she cried out again, feet and toes twisting, thighs clamped to his head as he flicked her clit with his tongue.
Sarah felt dizzy; unable take any more; she pushed his head away from her dripping snatch. From between her thighs, he looked up at her, catching glimpses of her flushed face as her chest rose and fell with each breath. He crawled up her, kissing as he advanced, tasting the sweat on her soft skin. As he reached out to her bedside drawer, she saw the opportunity to take back control; she rolled Dave onto his back and, feeling his penis poised at her waiting pussy, she shifted backwards onto him. Her slick vagina accepted him readily as she sat astride him, rocking her hips slowly, feeling his girth stretch her as she rode him. His hands were on her breasts, thumbs stroking her nipples; her pace increased, his hands caressed her sides and held on to her thighs as she fucked him, driving him close to the edge. Her cunt gripped his cock, she felt every ripple of his invading flesh; as he started to swell she slammed down onto him, feeling his release as he flooded her womb.
She slowed down, he was still inside her, she rode him gently, her hands on his chest, feeling him soften and disconnect as a river of cum flowed from her, coating his flaccid cock with their juices. She lay on top of him and they kissed tenderly, holding each other as she slid to his side and they drifted off to sleep.
Jenny woke, her back and limbs ached from last night’s exertions, though she had surprised herself by keeping up with Jake; he had a voracious sexual appetite. Climbing stiffly out of bed, Jake still sleeping, she tiptoed to the bathroom and ran herself a bath. She’d been exhausted by Jake’s constant pounding of her battered pussy last night, that she fell asleep in a stew of their own sweat and juices; now, muscles relaxing in the hot water as she reclined; the ache in her pussy subsided and she gathered her thoughts.
The excitement of spending the night with a young stud was starting to wear off, but she couldn’t go home now, they would figure out that she hadn’t been partying with the girls; she would have to stay with Jake until Sunday morning. She felt guilty for betraying her daughter like this; Dave too. She wasn’t sure how she’d gotten herself into this mess until Jake stumbled, bleary eyed and naked into the bathroom.
His long penis swung between his legs as he lifted the toilet seat to urinate. Jenny watched as she remembered what his monster had done to her; how much pleasure it had given, and how much semen it had delivered to her wanton, cum filled cunt. Ripples spread as her fingers touched her inflamed labia. Jake looked at her and smiled, Jenny felt butterflies in her stomach as whatever doubts she had, melted away with her mind’s girlish giggle. Under the water, fingers penetrated and undulated within her. Jake watched as she brought herself to climax and ripples turned to waves.
