A few years ago I got married for the second time. My first marriage had been the dream, the perfect romance, but it all went sour and I was left pretty burned out and cynical. My second marriage was to a lady named Jocelyn, which happened a few years after my divorce and was more of an arrangement than a love story. It was hot at first but I would be lying if I said it didn't die pretty quickly. We still cared for one another and I wasn't pursuing outside relationships, but it was no happily-ever-after fairytale.
Jocelyn travelled for work continually so it fell to me to maintain the house and take care of the bills and things. On those infrequent occasions when she was home, Jocelyn and I would usually sleep together but we weren't in love; I doubted we ever had been. I spent most of my time working, either from home or at my nearby office, and aside from various hobbies, there was one thing that occupied my mind and my time; Jocelyn's daughter, Jenny.
When we all met, Jenny was just a little girl and we quickly became friends, although she was too old for me to ever become a true father figure. With her biological father long out of the picture, however, I was as close to the real thing as she was going to get. We became closer as time went on, but I was more of a big brother, lending her music, books and movies that I thought she'd like, rarely doing classic dad stuff. Jocelyn saw how close we'd become and understood that I could take care of her financial well-being and her education, so accepting this job which took her on the road became a reality for her. Jocelyn wasn't a cold person, but she wanted this job and trusted me to look after her daughter.
The problem with my stepdaughter Jenny was that she soon became headstrong and wayward. She was extremely bright, which fueled her imagination, and her beauty fed her ego and confidence. As time went on, she believed she could do and get away with anything and she was usually vindicated. She became somewhat manipulative and with her mother away, it only got more extreme. I still adored her and thought she was an incredible girl, but could never be sure if she cared for me or just saw me as a means to an end. She was usually incredibly sweet with me, but even though I often sensed a motive behind her actions, we got along very well.
Jenny was now a high school senior and had developed into an extraordinary young woman. She was still cute as a button but had grown large perky tits, had wonderful long legs and a sensational slim physique. She had petite, model features, long eyelashes, gorgeous brown eyes and long, sensual dark hair. She had delicate, pale skin and a sweet smile which she used to get her way in every situation. She was athletic, and I would still drop her off at ballet classes and gymnastics every week. She always wanted me to stay and watch her which I happily did. I used to watch the other girls and the instructors, but these days I found myself watching her.
As Jenny blossomed into a sexually aware girl with incredible magnetism and power, she noticed that she was able to influence other people into doing whatever she wanted and soon realized the same was true for me. Her behavior towards me became more flirty, her body language more assertive and her charms more overt. She would dress provocatively, speak in a seductive tone and quietly try and control me, although to what end I was never certain. I had always given her an allowance and driven her places, and that hadn't changed. I began to suspect she just got a kick out of messing with me and getting a rise out of me, sometimes literally.
When Jenny observed my uncomfortable reaction to her feminine wiles, I had to believe that she enjoyed it and continued to try and shock and arouse me with her sexual allure. And all this for no other reason than to simply do it, seeing as I already let her do pretty much whatever she wanted as long as she maintained her grades and didn't get any tattoos. Those were her mother's two conditions. The icing on the cake in all this was that Jenny had no respect for Jocelyn and when we were alone, which was often, insisted on calling me "Daddy," though called me by my real name, John, when we were around anyone who knew me. I saw though her games but always ended up playing them anyway.
Jenny's most recent way of torturing me was to wear insanely hot and revealing clothes and lounge about the house or stand over me while I was reading or listening to records. She was always popping off to gymnastics, swimming or skating and would kept her tight outfits on all day. Today, after coming back from ice skating, I sat down to relax in the living room with a book, but it wasn't long before I heard her voice from across the house. "Daaaaaddy," she called, and like a dutiful pet, I got up and went to her.
She was in her room, the door ajar. I watched her as she brushed her hair in the mirror, and she saw me watching. "Come in, Daddy," she purred softly and I went in. She turned to face me and gave me a sweet smile. She was still wearing the cute little skating outfit and she'd got it pulled up in her twat to give her the most insane camel toe. I had to believe that she'd positioned her outfit like this in the mirror to look her best before calling for me. I tried to avert my eyes, but the damage was done and I got hard. Damn, she was so cute.
"Daddy, could you unzip this for me? It's stuck," she said, referring to the zipper in the back of her outfit.
"Is it really stuck, sweetie?" I sighed.
"Yes it is, Daddy. Please come and help me."
Fine. Whatever. I walked towards her as she turned around and I put my hand on her waist and felt her tummy. She was like heaven to touch. She stuck her ass out and put her arms above her head. "Don't hurt me, Daddy," she whispered. Hurt her? What was she saying? I fiddled with the zipper. It wasn't stuck of course, but I made the moment last because it was so wonderful to be close to this beautiful young lady.
"I won't hurt you, sweetie," I told her. Oh Jesus. I couldn't help it, and felt my dick get harder and my pulse quicken. She was completely calm and unfazed.
"Don't catch my skin in the zipper, Daddy, please," she asked.
I put my hand in between the zipper and her skin and as I unzipped, my hand brushed all the way along her spine, over her bra strap and down. "Oops," I said as my finger got caught on her bra strap and she giggled. When the zipper reached just above her ass, I put my hand inside her outfit and on her bare waist. I ran my thumb along her spine.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said softly. I could see the top of her panties and was tempted to give her a little slap, but I resisted. Holding her outfit by the shoulders, she turned around and looked up at me with big, brown eyes. She batted her eyelashes and smiled.
"I'm going to take this off now, Daddy," she said matter-of-factly.
"Right. Gotta go!" I replied abruptly, shocked at her candid suggestion of undressing in front of me. I went to leave, but not before she had pulled one of the shoulder straps down revealing some of her bra to me. I could make out the shape of her bosom beneath the soft material and a hint of nipple poking through. She smiled at me as I turned to go, I was breathing hard and blushing bright red.
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Jocelyn was home from work on one of her occasional weekends off and we decided to all go away together, in an attempt at being a normal family. The three of us drove out of the city, up to a rented cabin and the atmosphere was good. Jenny went back to calling me "John" and Jocelyn was at her charming best. I actually felt some love for her for the first time in a while and thought she looked attractive. The lingering memory of unzipping Jenny's ice skating outfit filled me with regret and shame, but Jocelyn didn't know and Jenny didn't care.
We arrived at the cabin and Jocelyn jumped straight in the bath. I unpacked my things and wandered across the hall to Jenny's room to drop off her suitcase. I knocked and she called "come in!" so I went in. She was in short shorts and a bra, apparently half way through changing her clothes, so I averted my eyes. It then occurred to me that she might have taken her top off when she heard me coming. She looked over at me and bent over, accentuating her supple, young body.
"OK, Jenny, I'll see you later," I said and got ready to leave.
"Hang on, Daddy," she said cooly, turning to face me. She then pulled back her hair, looked off to the side and stretched out her tits. I sighed and felt a tingling sensation in my dick.
"Jenny, you're wearing a bra, I..." I start to leave again.
"Wait a sec, Daddy," she said without emotion, trying to get her suitcase on the bed. I moved in to do it for her and couldn't help but notice her amazing cleavage, directly at my eye level as I bent down. "And anyway, it's not a bra, it's a top. See?" she said and pushed her tits together. I looked at her, taking the opportunity to rest my eyes on her swollen buds of blossoming womanhood. I began to sweat, overwhelmed by her sexual allure. I put her suitcase on the bed and moved away, trying to be cool.
"looks like a bra to me, sweetie," I said and headed for the door.
"Seriously, Daddy. Wait up," she said playfully. She then pulled out a tiny looking bit of lingerie from the suitcase and said, "THIS is a bra. See the difference? Need me to try it on and show you?" she said flirtatiously and smiled a sly smile.
"Um...no...thanks, Jenny," I said, though of course I wanted to see. Thoughts ran through my mind of how I was supposed to be looking after this girl and was honor bound to take care of her and not screw around. Her mother Jocelyn was oblivious to Jenny's behavior changes and I doubted it had even occurred to her that her daughter might be flirting with her husband. I just shook my head and ran my hand through my hair, totally flustered but trying to keep it together.
Jenny then turned her back to me and started fiddling with her bra strap. I turned to leave. "Daddy, please. could you help me with this?" she said and I just sighed. Was she serious?
"I think that would be highly inappropriate, Jenny."
"What, why?" she replied innocently.
"I'm not helping you take your clothes off, you're a big girl now."
"But it's stuck."
"Is it?"
"Yes," she said obstinately and made a face. She then put her hands on her hips and looked round at me. "Come on," she said forcefully.
"Fine. As long as you don't take it off with me in the room." I walked over to her and felt the heat coming off her body as I got close. She smelled amazing and I closed my eyes, taking in the feeling of being close to her. I put my hands on her naked waist and gave her some blissfully gentle squeezes, my thumbs caressing her sweet skin. I then asked her where the clasp for the bra was, because it wasn't in the back as I had expected.
"It's in the front, Daddy," she said, seemingly naive. Jesus. This was so wrong. I looked over her shoulder and down at her chest and her cleavage was magnificent. I could see a hint of a nipple in there too and I got hard, the bulge in my pants an inch from her ass. I felt an almost overwhelming urge to grab her breasts and press my hard cock against her, but I fought it and just stood there, sweating.
"And you want me to unfasten it?"
"Yes, Daddy. Please."
"You're crazy."
"Am I?"
"How am I supposed to unfasten that without touching your...you...er..."
"I don't care, I just want you to undo it for me," she said, sounding annoyed. She put her arms above her head, gathering up her hair.
With my finger, I trace a line down the length of her arm from her elbow down to her armpit and side. I could hear her take a deep breath and she moved her body back so that her ass and back were against me. I had no doubt that she could feel my erection as she did. She rested her head against my shoulder and touched the back of my hair. I was intoxicated by her, and thought about touching her breasts again. She looked around at me and our eyes met, lingering in a long, dreamy moment. "Go on, Daddy," she purred, almost imperceptibly.
I put my hand on her stomach, but then hearing a splash of water from across the cabin, I quickly removed it. Snapping back into reality, I turned to walk away. "I'm sure your mom could help. Or just keep it on. Whatever. I just can't help you with this one, honey," I mumbled, somewhat incoherently. She turned around and just stood there with her hands on her hips and a pouty look on her face as I left.
"OK, then Daddy. See you later," she called to me as I closed her door behind me. On the other side, I breathed a sigh of relief and put my head in my hands. She was too much.
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After dinner that night, Jocelyn and I went to bed and hung out. We had never really got into a groove with sex and only did it once in a while, even with the scarcity of her visits home. But after the encounter with her daughter, I was in need of a release. I leaned over to her, put my hand on her breast and kissed her. She smiled, raised an eyebrow and said, "Wanna screw?" I nodded and we both laughed. We turned the lights down a little and started fooling around. She still had a nice body and was fun to fuck.
As I penetrated her and started giving it to her, the lights went on in the hallway outside our door. Jocelyn was facing away but I was positioned so that I could see out. We had left the door to the bedroom half way open and I could see down the hall into the kitchen as I fucked her. I saw movement, and then the fridge door opened. I looked out and saw Jenny looking over at me. She stood there with a sly look on her face and a slight smile formed on her lips. She could see me fucking her mother and she just kept watching. I slowed down.
"Oh Johnny babe, don't...stop...I'm close...kept...fucking me..." Jocelyn said, unaware that her daughter could see and hear everything. "Oh...yeah...I love your big cock..." she said loudly, then started to come. I felt the cum rise in my cock and looked up and over towards Jenny. She was in the same position, just standing there with an icy expression on her face. She wasn't just watching us fuck, she was looking into my eyes, unblinkingly. I started to come and involuntarily let out a loud moan. I looked at Jenny and she smiled, as I exploded inside her mother's cunt.
I closed my eyes, buried my head in Jocelyn's bosom, then looked up again. Jenny wasn't there anymore and the lights were out. I pulled out and lay down, exhausted. It had been a decent fuck, but having Jenny watch me had made it amazing. Then, after the demon sexual urges had left me, I felt worried and ashamed that I had let that happen. Then, further thoughts ran through my mind about whether Jenny was a virgin or not and why she had watched us. I just lay there for a minute, confused and agitated. Jocelyn gave me a little kiss then turned over and went to sleep.
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The next morning, I got up and the ladies were fixing breakfast. I foolishly went into the kitchen in just my briefs and noticed Jenny eyeing me up. She walked past me and whispered, "I love your big cock," and giggled, drawing a line with her finger over my bare chest. I jogged out of the room and put my pajamas and a shirt on, horrified. I knew she was just repeating what her mother had said to me in the heat of passion, but it still felt crazy. Crazy inappropriate and crazy hot. As usual, the encounter left me feeling somewhat dazed and aroused. Now fully clothed, I sat down and had some coffee.
The rest of the weekend was a little awkward for me, with Jenny teasing me and Jocelyn not paying attention. I looked forward to things getting back to normal, and just hid my head inside a book as usual. While Jocelyn took an afternoon nap, I walked through the cabin towards the kitchen. I was passing Jenny's room and noticed her door was open and looked in. She didn't see me and appeared to be in a state of undress. I couldn't look away and hid myself from view.
Pulse quickening, I gazed upon her as she stood in her room, in nothing but a small t-shirt and panties. She lifted the shirt over her head and my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, she was wearing a bra underneath and I thought better about spying on her and made my way down the hall. In my state of agitation, I tripped on the carpet, making a loud noise. "Hello?" she called out.
"Oh, hey. It's just me," I replied, trying to stay cool.
"Daddy, come here," she called out.
"I'm gonna go for a walk, Jen. See you later," I said, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible.
"Wait up, Dad, I'll come!" she replied and my heart raced.
As I was leaving the cabin and walking into the sweet sunshine, Jenny came bounding out after me, wearing the same t-shirt and some tiny jean shorts. The t-shirt was cut off and just hung off her bust, exposing her midriff deliciously. She had her hair in a ponytail and looked absolutely adorable. She skipped off down the path, looking fresh as a daisy and my heart swelled to see such a delightful girl. She looked back at me with a big smile and gestured for me to follow. I caught up with her and she held my hand as we walked down a path.
We got to a clearing and I gave her a ballerina twirl and she ended up in my arms, looking up at me. She was tall, but I still dominated her physically. As her legs and breasts brushed up against me, I felt a tingle in my cock. Jenny bit her lip and put her arm behind my head and played with my hair. "Oh Johnny, baby, fuck me, fuck me, uh uh uh," she said with a laugh, imitating her mom. I tried to hold back a smile, but failed. We both laughed. I put my hand on her shoulder, then gently around her neck. She opened her mouth and stood on tiptoes and I think she wanted me to kiss her.
"Alright!" I said, in order to break the tension, pulled away, then continued on as if nothing had happened. Enjoying the summer stroll in peace, we walked on as I avoided looking at this perfect creature beside me, only making occasional conversation. After such a lovely time together, I actually wondered if her flirtatious behavior towards me was due to genuine affection rather some kind of sociopathic need to fuck with my head. She continued to be a frustrating and amazing riddle.
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Life got back to normal when Jocelyn flew off to her job, Jenny went back to school and I returned to work as usual. Jenny and I had arranged for me to pick her up from school one day, in order to drop her off at swimming. As I pulled up outside, I saw Jenny waiting, standing by herself. I sat there in my car and watched her for a minute, hoping she might see me and walk over. When it became evident that she wasn't going to notice me, I got out of my car and went towards her. Still 50 yards away, Jenny saw me at last, then turned and walked towards a group of boys.
They swarmed around her, keen to get attention from this stunning young girl. I slowed down so I could observe all this and I saw her put her finger against one of the boy's chest, in a clear flirtatious gesture. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her use her charms in a manipulative way, but I still found it amusing. Acknowledging me for the first time, Jenny gave me a little wave and skipped off towards me, giving me an over the top hug then holding my hand. This whole scene was played out to gather as much attention as possible and make all parties jealous. She was becoming an expert.
After swimming, I had promised to take Jenny to the mall to buy a new dress for a school dance and I was dreading it. When we got to the store, she immediately started trying on dresses and had narrowed it down to 2 or 3 options. Inevitably, one of them was sexier and more expensive than the others and I attempted to talk her out of it.
"But Daddy," she said in her most sugary sweet voice, "I love this one the most." Her eyes widened.
She then moved towards me and looking deep into my eyes, brushed her tits against my arm. I could feel her sweet flesh and when I looked down, noticed that her nipples were hard, poking through her top. Neither of us acknowledged that this was happening, but neither of us moved away either. I looked at her, taking in her beauty and absorbed by the sensation of her tits rubbing against me, just smiled. I knew she was using her feminine charm to get her way but I didn't care.
"You want this one, Jenny?"
"Yes I do, Daddy," she purred.
"You realize it's twice the price of the others?"
"Don't you think I'm worth it, Daddy?"
"It's not a matter of that, dear."
"Don't you think I looked good in it?"
There was no denying it. She did look hot wearing it. I nodded. "Maybe too good, Jen?"
"What do you mean?" she said naively, continuing to brush her tits against me, then putting her hand on my waist.
"You know what I mean," I said. She shook her head, so I went on. "I don't want you going out there looking...um...too..."
"Too what, Daddy?"
I sighed. "Too...sexy, Jenny. Your mother wouldn't approve."
"Do you think it's sexy, Daddy?" Oh shit. I walked into this trap and was now stuck. There was only one way out. I moved away and bought her the dress. My reward was a lovely long hug and a sweet, lingering kiss on the cheek. I had two days worth of stumble on my face and her soft skin felt incredible nestled against it. "Thank you, Daddy," she whispered in my ear.
Back at the house later, she put the dress on and modeled for me. I looked at her and shook my head in disbelief at her audacity. She stood in front of me, leaned over and flashed her cleavage at me, then giggled. "Too sexy, Daddy?" she said and ran off, laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the television. A minute later, Jenny returned in her flimsy nightgown and cuddled up to me, once again her titties nestling lushly against my arm. I instantly got aroused and covered myself up, hiding my erection from my stepdaughter.
"Thank you so much for buying me that dress, Daddy," she said cutely, and I believed her sincerity. She put her head on my shoulder, her arm across my chest and I let her cuddle up to me as we watched a movie together, my arm around her. After a little while, I looked over and she was fast asleep. Watching her face, I marveled at her youthful beauty and felt great affection for her. Then, scooping her up in my arms, I carried her to her room and lay her down in her bed. She spread out and once again I was drawn in by her sexual magnetism. Resisting the temptation to ogle her miraculous body, I put a blanket over her, then went to my room to sleep.
For the first time ever, that night I masturbated with thoughts of Jenny in my mind.
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The next day was a Saturday and after doing my morning gardening chores, I ended up doing what I most enjoyed; lounging around with a good book and some Miles Davis. Jenny came into the room, all smiles and sunshine and stood over me. "Heeyyy Daddy," she said perkily and posed in a cute way. She was wearing tight work-out clothes that accentuated all her feminine features beautifully. Her hair was up in pigtails and she looked like a dream.
"Hello Jenny. What's up? You working out?" I asked her, trying to not pay her too much attention.
"Yes, Daddy. How do I look?"
She knew full well how she looked. She looked tight and hot. Her little body had curves in all the right places and she was sexy as hell. She had her workout shorts scrunched up in her cunt to give maximum camel toe and I could see her nipples poking through her top. She wasn't wearing a bra. I looked her up and down slowly, got hard, then looked her in the eye and tried my best to smile in a fatherly fashion.
"You look fine, Jenny," I said, then returned to my book. I was no longer absorbing the words.
"Fine? Is that it? You don't like my outfit?"
"Well, I wouldn't wear it outside, honey"
"I'm not outside. I'm in here with you, Daddy," she lowered her voice.
"Maybe you should call me John, Jenny."
"I tell you what, Daddy. I'll call you Daddy and you call me baby, or sweetie, or sugar, or whatever you want, OK?"
I just made a face. She had never been quite this flirtatious with me before. Was she fucking with me, or trying to take revenge on her mother? I just let out a sigh. "Daddy, what do you think of these shorts?" she asked me. I didn't answer, just looked up at her. "Don't you think they make me look cute, Daddy?"
She stepped forward and I looked straight at her body. I could see the outline of her pussy, the perfect little mound of fleshy heaven, just a thin piece of fabric away. She was magnificent and she knew it. I coughed a little and sputtered out "yeah, uh huh" or something, no doubt turning bright red. She just smiled, observing my reaction and getting off on the power she had over me. "Have you heard from your mom today?" I asked, trying to change the subject and be cool.
"Nope," she replied abruptly then sat down on my lap without warning. Or I should say, her ass hit the giant tent pole in my pants. She giggled and put her arms around my neck. I shifted her body over so that she wasn't touching my dick with her behind, perching her on my knee. I had my hands around her waist and tummy, and couldn't help but give her little squeezes. She giggled again and I felt a wave of pleasure at being this close to her. She looked me in the eye and her face was 3 inches from mine.
"You wanna play a little game, Daddy?" she whispered. Memories of her as a child ran through my mind and how my honorable intentions towards her were now being corrupted by her actions. I still didn't know what her motives were for behaving like this or if she simply enjoyed being with me.
"I think that's a bad idea, Jenny." I picked her up but she sat back down, in her original position with her ass directly on top of my erection. She wriggled around a little and made a cute little squeaking noise, smiling at me sweetly.
"Please, Daddy," she said softly, gazing in my eyes. I was lost to her.
"What kind of game?" I ask her trepidatiously. "Chess?"
"No Daddy. Chicken," she replied. I look at her uncertainly.
"Hmmm," I said and frowned. She began playing with my hair and I realized that my hands were still on her waist. She felt like heaven. She continued to sit on my lap, but lay down a little so that her body was wide open. She had one arm around me and the other off to the side. I moved my right arm to support her and feeling self-conscious, I took my other hand off her waist and put it up to my face. "Jenny..." I started to say.
"Now, Daddy," she interrupted. Put your hand on my tummy," she said quietly, her eyes fixed on me. I shook my head, but she grabbed me by the wrist and placed my hand on her stomach. I melted at the touch of her divine young body. My erection continued pushing against her ass and I was ready to surrender to her. "OK, good," she went on. "A bit higher to start..."
"To start? To start what?" I replied, horrified. I moved my hand off her again but she grabbed it and put it back down on her body, this time my fingers brushing against her breast by accident. I inhaled sharply and she opened her mouth a little.
"Now Daddy, walk with your fingers down my tummy, slowly," she said.
"You're crazy," I told her. She held me by the wrist and pushed me downwards an inch. I could easily have stopped her but didn't. She gave me a forceful look and I gave in. This felt so wrong but at the same time I was unable to resist her overpowering physical allure. "Now what?" I asked pathetically and paused my hand over her belly. Her naked midriff was exposed by a gap in her outfit and my fingers toyed with her belly button a little, happy to play her insidious game. She squeaked a little as I did.
"You keep going and the first one of us that said "Chicken," loses."
"Why, what happens when one of us says "Chicken"?"
"Well, silly. You take your hand away and the game is over. It's about nerve. You never played chicken before, Daddy?"
"Actually, I have, but I was driving," I said and took my hand away. She tried to put it back but I was much stronger than her. She sat up again, put her arms around my neck and rubbed my nose with hers. She lingered there, our faces an inch apart, our hot breath mixing. She leaned her body forward another inch and her nipples gently struck my chest. I let out a tiny involuntary moan and closed my eyes. She gently moved her body around on my hard dick and I just sat there, overcome with ecstasy.
After a minute, Jenny very gently took my left hand, leaned back again and returned it to her stomach. "Keep going, Daddy," she whispered, slowly grinding her ass around and I was unable to stop myself. I put my fingers in walking position and moved very slowly down, over her belly button to her abdomen. She looked at me as I went, biting her lip and breathing hard while my eyes wandered all over the goal; her sweet pussy lips. My fingers hit the elastic of her shorts, and I suddenly felt horribly guilty and took my hand away. This was all wrong.
"This is totally inappropriate, Jenny. You wanna play monopoly or something instead?" I said with a cringe, trying to lighten the mood. My heart was racing a mile a minute and I could see she was aroused as well. Her nipples were hard and her cheeks were flushed. She made a pouty face.
"First of all you didn't say "Chicken," and secondly, that was hardly far at all," she said with annoyance, but I couldn't tell it if was sincere.
I started to sweat. I looked at her shorts and at that mound of heaven. I would have loved to have touched her there, but I wasn't going to. This was my wife's daughter, a little girl I had vowed to look after and raise. I was supposed to be protecting her from predatory men, not becoming one. "Sorry. Chicken. I lose," I told her, shifting her body onto my leg again.
"You sure do, Daddy," she said, looking down at the significant lump in my pants. My legs were spread and she was perched on my knee. I just sighed and didn't answer. Jenny then sat up and faced me again. "My turn," she said excitedly, bringing her face a few inches from mine again. I had thought this tortuous game was over, but apparently she had further plans for me.
She put her hand on my chest, her other hand playing with my hair. I was wearing a tight t-shirt, tucked into my jeans. Her hand brushed against my nipple, then she started going very slowly down my body, her palm lying flat. I didn't know what to do, but I half wanted to see if she would actually go all the way, or if she'd say chicken. Was this girl crazy? I just looked at her as her hand went over my stomach. She reached my lower abdomen and it started to feel really, really good. The thought of her jerking me off ran through my mind and I found myself wanting it to happen.
She bit her lip and looked down. Her hand reached my belt buckle and she looked me in the eye, then down again. The hard-on in my pants was painfully obvious and she was an inch away. She moved her hand down and touched the end of my dick. She opened her mouth and her eyes went wide. I let out a moan as she squeezed the tip of my cock and I heard her gasp. As amazing as this felt and as much as I wanted this to continue, I had to stop her. I grabbed her wrist and held her hand up to her face.
We stared at each other for a second then I said "Chicken," and shook my head at her. She smiled an evil smile then leaned back, almost lying flat across my lap. Her supine body was a picture of young female perfection.
"Your turn again," she whispered. I looked at her.
"I think that's an extremely bad idea, Jenny sweetheart," I told her but didn't push her off me. The truth was, I didn't want this to end, even though I knew it mustn't go further. Her lips parted and I wanted to lean over and kiss her.
She made a naughty face and said "Go on, Daddy, please."
She was impossible to resist. I told myself that if I played her game, I was going to lose and there would be no harm done. I put my palm down flat just below her chest. "That's it, Daddy," she said, letting out a little groan. I traveled down her body, taking a long, slow time. It was easily half a minute by the time I was at her belly button again. She started breathing hard and making cute, high little squeaky sounds. My hand reach the elastic of her shorts. I didn't take my hand away, but I stopped going down, my hand just massaging her flesh gently.
"So, Jenny, what happens now?" I started fiddling with the elastic. I put my fingers an inch under, then took them out, then back in another inch, then back onto her tummy. My fingertips brushed against the top of her panties . I gave her little squeezes and toyed with her beautiful skin. I held her with my right arm like a baby. She spread her legs a little and raised one knee, looking up in my eyes with a look of total trust.
"Now, Daddy, you either have to kept going or say "Chicken."
"Don't you think you should say it, sweetie?"
"Why should I, Daddy?" she purred.
"Well, you really want me to ...um...?"
She smiled that evil smile again. "I want to see if you will, or if you chicken out." Was this about seducing me or was this a power game to her?
I slid my hand down another inch, to the top of her mound, then stopped. I could feel her pubic hair through the fabric of her shorts. She let out a little gasp, and started breathing hard again. I moved my hand down another tiny increment. I figured I might as well kept going. "I'm not gonna stop, Jenny, so you might wanna say "Chicken" now." Another tiny movement down and this time she let out a tiny moan. I was on her mound now, an inch from her lips. She felt amazing.
"You're getting good...at...this game, Daddy," she said out of breath. I started my move my hand gently in a rubbing motion. She started moaning freely.
"Say it, baby," I whispered to her.
"No," she whispered back and spread her legs a little more.
"You'd better say it sweetie, or I'll be...touching you..." my fingers were still an inch away from the prize.
"No you won't, Daddy. You'll say "Chicken" first."
She was right. I wanted to rub her pussy, to eat her out, to fuck her, but I wasn't going to. I couldn't. This had gone too far. Did she know that I was thinking these things? Was she willing to go there? I took my hand away and said "OK. Chicken. You win." I picked her up and stood her up on her feet. She looked down at me and seemed to admire my huge erection. I just sat there, exhausted, with my cock proudly standing up towards her, still wishing she would jerk or suck me off.
"I don't know if I won or I lost, Daddy," she said suggestively. I just shook my head, slapped her ass, stood up and walked out of the room. I went to my room and locked the door. Covered in embarrassment, confusion, sexual arousal and shame, I took my dick out and jerked off, my mind filled with thoughts of my little slut stepdaughter. I thought about fucking her pretty little mouth, about licking her clitoris and about fucking her hard from behind, all in the space of a minute. When I had come, I felt worse. How had I let this happen? I vowed that it would never happen again, but of course I only had so much strength when it came to her.
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The next day, Jenny and I went out to eat together. We did this a lot and always enjoyed the pleasure of each other's company. Ever since she was little, we had great, natural chemistry and it was easy making her laugh. Over lunch, we didn't speak about what had happened between us the day before, in fact she carried on as if everything was perfectly normal. I played along, hoping she had got this out of her system and we could return to a healthy father-daughter relationship. I made sure that I dressed conservatively, but was somewhat disturbed to see that Jenny didn't.
She was making the most of her new womanly body and went for a short skirt and a top with maximum cleavage. Despite all of my shame about the day before, I couldn't stop staring at her incredible ass and bust. Half-way through the meal, Jenny saw a friend of hers and got up to talk to her. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but they kept looking over at me and giggling. After a few minutes, Jenny's friend left and said "Bye bye, John" in a seductive way with a cute little wave. Damn.
Jenny sat back down and smiled at me. "What were you two talking about?" I asked her.
"Oh, I told her that you were my boyfriend," she replied nonchalantly.
"Wait, what?" I said, shocked and appalled.
"That's right." She went back to eating, like nothing had happened. This chick was fucking nuts.
"Why would you say that, Jenny?"
"Because I like to have fun."
"I see. What else did you tell her?"
"I told her that you have a big dick and that I've sucked it, but pretty soon you're gonna pop my cherry." She said this without looking up at me and just carried on eating. I was too shocked to even answer.
After a few minutes I just said "That's never gonna happen, Jenny." It's all I could think of to say.
She just said "uh huh," dismissively, then, looking at me for the first time since this conversation started, said, "You like my necklace, Daddy?"
I looked at her. "Yes, it's lovely," I replied.
She leaned forward and pushed her tits together with her arms. "Take a good, long look, Daddy. Sweet, right?" she said in a whisper. I looked down and the little necklace was bouncing between her breasts. She looked sensational. She then released her bust from her arms, setting them loose and shook them in front of my face. She giggled and I looked at her with a playful scowl on my face. "Pretty nice, huh, Daddy, don't you think?" she said with a laugh.
"Yeah, pretty nice," I managed to say, but once again, she'd succeeded in making me aroused and embarrassed. Obviously, her little games from yesterday weren't over and she planned on fucking with me from now on. I was filled with anxiety, uncertain how to proceed, but carried on eating my lunch. Pretty soon, we were laughing and talking again and everything seemed OK. There was no denying we had great chemistry.
That night, Jenny went out with some friends and I felt somewhat relieved to be alone at home without the uncertainty of her attentions. I watched a movie and listened to some records as usual, and when I heard her return home, went to my room, locked the door and turned the lights out. I didn't want to hide from my stepdaughter forever, but I also didn't feel up to playing her games just then.
The week went by and I didn't see much of Jenny. It wasn't until I was lounging around at home on the weekend that I had the chance to really talk to her again. She had been out swimming and came home wearing a skimpy bikini and she looked so cute and sexy that I just melted. She gave me a friendly wave and ran into her room, I assumed to change, but reappearing a few minutes later, I saw that she hadn't.
"Why are you still wearing a bikini, Jenny?" I looked up and asked her.
"Why do you think, Daddy?" she relied, somewhat enigmatically.
She stood over me and I saw that the outfit was barely covering anything. She put her hair up and looked off to the side, clearly posing for me. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander all over her incredible body and I immediately got hard and my pulse started racing. It got worse when she put one of her feet up on the ottoman and spread her legs. My jaw hit the floor and then she looked over at me and caught me staring. I looked in her eyes and shook my head at her, letting her know how outrageous I thought she was. She just smiled and maintained the pose.She down looked at me, coughed, then sat down on my lap, her ass perfectly positioned to push against my hard cock. I was leaning back, and she gently fell onto me, pressing her tits against my chest, her arms going around my neck and her face inches from mine. "Hi Daddy," she said softly. I was overcome by desire for her and my barriers were all but gone. I put my left hand on her leg and my right arm around her waist. She felt so good and I just sat there transported by her.
"You like touching my body, Daddy?" she whispered in my ear. I immediately took my hands off her, feeling horrible shame. Jesus. I was rock hard and she was wriggling around on my erection, looking deep into my eyes. "Put your hands back on me, please Daddy," she whispered very softly. I was feeling so aroused that I did what she asked, one hand on her upper thigh, the other on her waist. She put her cheek against my face and her lips were an inch away from mine. "I like your stubble against my soft skin, Daddy," she said.
She opened her legs and my hand dropped to her other leg, onto her inner thigh. I massaged her and she let out a long moan. With my other hand I moved up her spine and massaged her neck, her light sounds of pleasuring continuing. She was breathing into my mouth and I was desperate to kiss her but resisted. I moved my hand up her thigh and she spread her legs further. I looked down and I could see her little shaved lips, as the thong-like bikini left her almost completely exposed.
I was an inch away from fingering her, but I just gently massaged her thigh. She made a pouting motion with her lips and they brushed against mine. I knew I couldn't let this go further but I didn't want it to end either. It was a perfect moment, only spoiled by my conscience telling me how wrong it was to go down this path. "We could play chicken again if you like, Daddy," Jenny whispered to me. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy these remaining few moments of bliss.
I moved my hand off her leg and onto her tummy, and stopped massaging her neck. I had to resist her, though it was not easy. Her lips were against mine now, but we didn't kiss. I held her by the shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Enough of this, Jenny," I said softly.
Moving her ass on my hard dick she said, "I can tell that you like it, Daddy," then ran a finger down my cheek. Summoning all my strength, I picked her up and put her on my feet. I grabbed a cushion, put it over my lap, and then continued reading my book. She just stood there in her bikini, pouting. "You're not even gonna slap me on the ass like last time, Daddy?" She turned around and stuck out her ass towards my face. Her bikini was basically a thin piece of string, so she looked almost nude.
Almost instinctively, without thought, I put my hand on her ass. I gave her a squeeze and my thumb found a spot in between her legs, an inch beside her pussy. She spread her legs a little and looked round at me. "Are we playing chicken again, Daddy?" she said with a giggle.
"Yes, we are. Chicken," I said and slapped her on the ass. "I lose, again."
"Suit yourself, Daddy," she said and sat down on the other end of the couch. She picked up the TV remote and turned it on. I got instantly annoyed, but remained calm, trying to concentrate on my book. I began to wonder if I had I let things go further if I could be fucking this gorgeous little girl right now, instead of being irritated. Or would she have just led me on like a manipulative prick tease? I wondered if I'd ever find out.
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Jenny got it into her head that she wanted me to buy her a car. I had given he driving lessons and she'd passed her test so it wasn't crazy. It was just a matter of what kind of car I could afford and I knew there was going to be a power play over it. I had suggested she wait a little while for her mother to return but she wasn't having it. After some discussion, we agreed to go shopping the next weekend.
In the morning, I was eating breakfast when Jenny came into the kitchen. She was wearing nothing but a towel, wrapped around her, and her hair was dripping wet from having taken a shower. Little droplets of water sat on her shoulders and chest. She looked at me and smiled sweetly. She looked beyond amazing and I began to feel hot under the collar. She turned away from me and opened the towel to readjust it, then looked over her shoulder at me.
"I have a strange little mole on my rib cage here, you wanna see, Daddy?" she said, her towel still open. I could see a blurry reflection of her naked torso on the refrigerator and even with that distorted view, blood started pumping to my cock. This was the start of her power play.
"No thanks, dear. But you can drive yourself to the doctor in your Gremlin to get it checked out, my dear," I said, returning to my toast. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she had tied her towel back up and I felt relieved.
"Uh huh," she said in a dismissive tone, and put some bread in the toaster. When it was done, she sat down next to me and started to eat, ignoring me. Her bare legs were crossed and barely covered by the towel, her perfect fleshy thighs on full display, glistening beautifully. The knot in her towel had loosened and her ample cleavage was spilling out over the top, and of course she made no attempt to hide herself. Instead, she gathered herself up with one arm, pushing her tits up, while eating toast with her free hand. I couldn't help but observe all this.
"That was a joke, sweetie," I said, in reference to the Gremlin.
She just looked at me and made a face, then returned to her food. "Pour me out some coffee, would you please, Daddy?" she said without looking up. I hesitated, realizing that she was testing me to see how compliant I was. She looked at me and shifted position, uncrossing her legs and allowing the towel to drop ever so slightly. I caught a glimpse of the areola at the top of her left nipple and an involuntary shudder coursed through me. She looked at me and smiled, looking like nothing I'd ever seen before. I got up and poured her some coffee then added milk and sugar as I knew she wanted it.
"Here you go honey," I said.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said in a cute voice and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I glanced down at her bust as she did and my erection increased. She put her hand on my leg and gave me a squeeze, no doubt noticing the large lump forming in my pants, three inches from her fingers. I closed my eyes, taken in by the feeling. I felt her fingers make little circles on my inner thigh and I didn't stop her. I felt her breath in my ear then opened my eyes and gazed down at her body. Once again, thoughts of taking her ran through my mind and I put my arm around her shoulder and brought her in towards me. "Is there anything you want, Daddy?" she asked me softly.
"I don't know, I..." I couldn't think straight. She had me.
I felt her fingers move up towards my balls, finding the crease in my pants. I didn't know if she wanted me, was manipulating me or just playing a game, but I didn't care. I felt the soft skin of her cheek against mine and her lips closing in. I moved my hand from her shoulder to under her armpit and stroked her skin. I felt her shake just slightly and I knew she was aroused. Our lips met, gently brushing against one another, but we didn't kiss. She ran her finger from my balls up the length of my shaft to the tip and I let out a little groan. My hand wandered a little down to the top of her breast and I felt her breathe hard into my mouth.
She might be trying to win my favor, but she also wanted this. "OK, maybe we'll get you something a little nicer than a Gremlin..." I said, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Jenny giggled a little and said "I know," putting her hand back on my leg. We appeared to be in some kind of stalemate. Maybe she was unsure if she wanted to take it further than this. It was about to move beyond fun flirting and little games and get serious.
"What now, Jenny?" I said, trying to leave it up to her.
She cupped my balls and gently squeezed, then allowed her lips to kiss me. It was a soft and gentle kiss, and I was now hers to do whatever she wanted with. Sighing deeply, I took her breast in my hand as I felt her hand on my belt buckle. She pulled the end of the belt through the first loop and at that exact moment, my phone rang. Startled, I took my hand off her and she did the same, adjusting her towel and moving away. I looked down at my phone and it was Jocelyn calling. I felt flustered and looking over at Jenny, I could see she was as well. This encounter had affected her too.
"You answer that, I'll go and get ready," she said, walking off.
I made the phone call as succinct as possible, telling her I was going to take Jenny to buy a car. Jocelyn was unsure but I didn't care. I'm not sure I cared about anything at that moment, I was so full of conflicting emotions. Jenny and I left for the dealership and I soon regretted not jerking off before setting out. The demons of lust were still inside me and Jenny's choice of outfit did nothing to temper them.
She wore a short skirt and had on a tight white t-shirt and had neglected to wear a bra. Her amazing tits were essentially fully visible in all their perky glory and the fabric was barely a defense against her hard nipples. She was still aroused. She sat with her legs spread in the passenger seat and put her hands up in her hair, accentuating her bust. She turned up the cool air and closed her eyes, letting the breeze caress her skin on the hot day. I looked over at her in disbelief and awe.
"Jenny, would you mind not sitting like that?" I asked her. It was a 20 minute drive to the place and she was torturing me.
"Like what, Daddy?" she said, looking over at me. She put her left hand on the gear stick and lifted her right leg so her foot was on the seat. She spread her legs wide and blinked at me. I turned up the radio and concentrated on the radio.
"Forget it," I said, sweating.
"K," she replied nonchalantly, maintaining her even more slutty posture. I saw that she had moved her hand from the gear stick to rest on her inner thigh. Her skirt was hitched up a little and it appeared as if she was about to masturbate, but she didn't. She had her eyes closed again and I eyed her up. I wasn't sure how long I could go without trying to fuck her, if things continued the way they had. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind, occupying me until we arrived at our destination. Jenny appeared to be dozing, so I put my hand on my leg to wake her up. She let out a luxurious moan and came to.
"Mmmmm...Daddy. I was having the loveliest dream," she said. "I'll tell you all about it later. If you're a good boy." I had long ceased to be shocked by her. We got out of the car and went into the place, and I was dreading seeing what kind of stunts she might pull. As soon as we go in, a man walked over to us and asked us if we needed help. "No, thanks," Jenny said.
"Actually, we do need help," I said to her.
"Gay," she replied.
"What?"
"He's gay."
"So what? You have something against..."
"No, stupid," she interrupted, and I understood. He would be immune to her feminine wiles. We looked around a little more and I found the car I thought looked the best for the price. A tall, handsome black gentleman walked over and started talking to us.
"This is a good, dependable choice," he started in.
"Leave this to me," Jenny whispered in my ear and I strolled off to a safe distance.
Jenny wasted no time. In her most alluring posture, she walked over to him and said, "Actually, we were thinking about this one." It was flashier, cooler and $3,000 more. I sighed, but saw the inevitability of the situation. I could still easily afford it and knew resistance would be futile. I sat back and watched them. He was selling her, but really what was happening was she was playing him. She didn't care about the money, simply wanted to win. She was flirty, charming, adorable. Maybe this guy thought he had a shot with her, maybe he did, but either way, she was getting the car for less than he wanted.
A few minutes later, the man walked off to the back office and I could see him talking to his boss. His boss shook his head and I could tell he wasn't happy. Obviously he'd never met Jenny. He pointed at the handsome salesman and they both walked out onto the showroom floor. They both shook my hand and the older man said, "Ready?" I nodded, unsure of the price. It turned out that Jenny had knocked the price down by nearly 30%, and I was amazed. I was actually impressed with her. I signed the papers and got the keys.
Jenny ran over to me and gave me a huge, flamboyant hug and a kiss on the lips. "Thank you, Daddy," she said, with a look in her eye. She kept her tits pressed against me. "I owe you," she said and smiled. I got hard, right there in the middle of the used car dealership. I gave her the keys and she got in the car. I got in the passenger seat next to her and she was giddy with excitement.
"OK, how'd you do it? That's twice the discount I ever got off anything in my life, Jenny," I asked her.
"You really wanna know?"
"Yes."
"He took it out of his commission."
"What?" I said, surprised.
"Yeah. He really wanted me to get the car, so he knocked off more than he was allowed to and took the hit."
"So, you gonna let this guy take you out or something?"
She rolled her eyes. "Don't be stupid," she said and drove off. I shrugged, apparently completely in the dark about the inner workings of this girl's mind. "Where to, Daddy?" she said.
"Lunch, nice and slow, then back to the dealership to get my car. Don't forget your turn signals."
"I won't forget, Daddy," she said sweetly and seemed to become the cute little child I had grown to love, once again. I noticed that she could turn on the slut charm on a whim, then revert to being sweet and innocent in a flash. She had a gift, but I couldn't tell if it was conscious. "Let's get lunch to go and sit in the park," she suggested and I agreed. "Can we go by the liquor store and I buy Champagne to celebrate?" I nodded.
The afternoon was blissful. The two of us lazed around in the grass eating cold cuts and drinking Champagne out of plastic cups. Jenny kept herself close to me, leaning against me, flirting, laughing, being sweet, and I had no reason to doubt her sincerity. It was a pure pleasure to be around her and I realized that my feelings for her were beginning to change. I didn't just love her anymore as a father loves a daughter, but I began to have feelings of romantic love, beyond forbidden lust. I lay down in the grass, tipsy and happy and Jenny lay down next to me, in a lovers pose. Her body was half against mine, her leg slightly over and her breast against my side. She put her arm across my chest and her head on my shoulder.
"Mmmmmm, Daddy," she said. "This is so perfect. I love being with you."
I was surprised to hear her say that. "Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, of course," she answered. I left it there. We cuddled up for a while and it didn't get sexual. I held onto her and wanted to doze off. She put her chin on my chest and looked at me with sunshine in her eyes. She looked so beautiful, I could happily have died right then. "I'm drunk, Daddy," she said. "You'll have to drive." Fuck. I'd forgotten about that. I'd need to drive her home and then take an Uber to the dealership to get my car. Fine. She leaned forward and gently kissed me on the lips, her hips moving ever so slightly. She let out a little moan and then put her head on my chest again.
That was it. Just one little kiss, like it was normal and natural. It didn't feel wrong, even though of course it was. It felt right and it felt beautiful. I sighed and put it out of my mind, intent on enjoying this perfect moment. A few minutes later, a guy walked by, and recognizing Jenny, said hello to her. She sat up. "Oh hey. Mark, right?"
"Mike. Yeah, I'm in your class."
"Right. Cool. This is my boyfriend, John," she said, putting her hand on my leg, giving me a kiss.
"Yeah, OK. See ya," he said and wandered off. I just sighed and looked at her.
"You know, Jenny, that guy seemed really nice. He obviously likes you and probably wanted to ask you out. Don't you like him? Don't you have a dance coming up?"
She shrugged and looked away. I sensed a little sadness in her, which was rare. She didn't answer, just got up and walked away. "Let's go," she said, leaving me to clean up and carry things to the car. I drove us home and she went to her room, in an apparent sulk. I didn't know what was wrong, but it was enough to counteract her excitement at getting a car. I knocked on her door and told her I was going to pick up my car and she just said, "OK," and that was it. An hour later when I returned home, Jenny and her car were gone.
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I saw a little less of Jenny over the next few weeks, but she seemed happy. She hadn't crashed her car and she hadn't let her grades slip, so I was feeling good about her. She was as typically warm and charming with me as ever, just hadn't been particularly physically affectionate, and a part of me was relieved about that. Her mother was due home that weekend and I anticipated her arrival with a heightened mix of excitement and worry. A lot had changed since she'd last been here, and I was looking forward to having sex.
When she arrived, Jocelyn seemed tired and distant, and I didn't persist. Jenny was like she usually was with her mom; cool and businesslike, very different than she was around me. But I noticed that as soon as Jocelyn stepped through the door, Jenny's behavior towards me changed. As her mom unpacked and we stood around chatting, Jenny stood next to me and pressed her tits against my back, secretly running her fingers up and down my spine. I was instantly transported and put my hand in hers. I loved being close to her.
That night, Jocelyn complained of having a headache and went to sleep in the guest room. I told her I had hoped we could get together and she said, "Maybe later, Hon," and lay down, curled up in a ball. I was tired too so went to sleep in my bed. I didn't jerk off in case Jocelyn decided to visit me. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened. A few hours later, in the dead of night, I became aware of her in my bed and although I was in a sleepy state, removed my briefs in hope of getting some action. I was still hot for her.
I felt her hand on my cock and lay back with my arms above my head, spreading my legs, enjoying the blissful sensation. I let out a long moan as I felt her kiss the end of my cock. She didn't usually suck me off, so it was nice surprise. "Oh baby, that's good," I said, and closed my eyes in the dark. I felt her take me in her mouth as her hand gently caressed my balls. She groaned a cute, high groan which made me smile. This was unlike her. She gave me deep throat head and I gasped in surprise, because she'd never done that before. "Oh my god...that feels...better...than...ever...before," I said through the intense waves of pleasure.
I reached down and touched her back as she sucked my cock. She felt smooth and soft and I felt close to orgasm. "Don't...make me come, babe," I said. "I want to...fuck you first."
She took my cock out of her mouth and I could hear she was out of breath. She brought her body up towards me and I could feel her nakedness beside me. Her nipples brushed against my chest as she kissed me, her hand still stroking my cock. "That was incredible," I told her. I heard a voice in the dark speak.
"That was pretty much the dream I had, Daddy."
I sat up, shocked. It was her. It was Jenny, it wasn't her mother. She was in my bed, she was naked and she'd just sucked my cock. I grabbed my briefs off the floor and moving away, slipped them on quickly. "Jenny!" I cried out, softly but with force. I threw the bed clothes over her and turned on the light. She was sitting on the bed, half covered up by the sheet, looking like the most perfect girl I'd ever seen. Her hair was a gorgeous mess and her pretty mouth that had just been sucking my cock was insolent and inviting. "Whaaaa?" is all I could manage to say, and she just looked at me licking her lips. I sat there frozen.My teenage stepdaughter Jenny was in my bed while I lay there in complete shock. She just sat there, partially covered up, completely cool. My cock throbbed inside my briefs and she looked down at me, licking her lips. Her mouth was open and her eyes were filled with heat. I couldn't move and could barely register what had just happened. She had tricked me, so I should have been angry, but she had also given me the most wonderful and intense blowjob I'd had in years, perhaps ever. How had she learned to please a man like that? A dozen thoughts rushed through my mind.
"Jenny, you gotta get outta here," I told her, freaked out. For one thing, her mother, my wife Jocelyn, was in the bedroom across the hall.
"You didn't like it, daddy?" she purred, then wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger. I couldn't answer. "I know you did, daddy. You told me you did. And I felt your reaction," she went on. She was right, it was incredible, mind blowing. A part of me wanted more but another part of me wanted to kick her out. I loved her and I resented her. I just shook my head. "You're lying, daddy. You said it felt better than before. You prefer me to my mom."
"That's not what I meant."
"So, you were just saying that?"
"Jenny, no. That part was true. No, I meant when I shook my head, I..." I couldn't form a meaningful sentence.
"Oh. So you did like it? Did I please you, daddy?" she said. I had no idea if she was actually looking for positive reinforcement or was just playing with my mind. I nodded, filled with shame. "You want me to finish you off, daddy?" she asked me, and moved towards me. The bed sheet slipped down a little and her tits were almost completely exposed. She hand reached over and touched my dick. "Let me make you come, daddy. I want to."
I didn't move but just said, "No, Jenny, please, I..."
She pulled my cock out of my briefs and started jerking me off again, soft and slow. It felt incredible. "It's so big and amazing, daddy. My mom doesn't deserve you," she said, then went down on my again. I watched her as she swallowed my cock and I could easily have come right away. She was prettiest girl ever to suck my dick. I let her go for a minute then pulled away, my cock falling out of her mouth. She looked at me with disappointment in her face, but I felt manipulated and a little angry with her.
"No, please leave, sweetheart," I said and put my cock away.
"Daddy. I told you that I owed you, remember? What did you think I meant? It's the least I can do," she said. She was implying that I would get head from her if I bought her nice things, but maybe I misunderstood her. At least this made it easier for me. I turned over, grabbed a blanket, turned off the light and didn't speak. I didn't know what to do, what to feel. I felt Jenny lay down beside me, her naked body cuddled up against my back and legs. She put her arms around me and kissed my shoulder. "I'm sorry, daddy," she said and stroked my hair in a gesture of comfort.
I hadn't felt a more lovely or intimate physical contact in years and I genuinely sensed affection from her. Her legs and breasts were pressed against me and her arms encircled my chest, making me feel loved. "Thank you, sweetheart," I said.
"I'm sorry I upset you, daddy. I thought..." she stopped talking and just snuggled up to me. I closed my eyes and held her hand.
"It's OK. I was just shocked," I told her, but it was more than that. Was I ready to have an affair with my wife's daughter, a girl less than half my age?
"Daddy, will you please turn around?" she asked me. My god, I wanted to. I wanted to touch her all over and kiss her sweetly, but I felt sick and knew that I couldn't.
"Your mom is sleeping next door."
"I hate her," Jenny whispered, and I wasn't surprised to hear her say it. Again, I began to wonder if her actions towards me were partly due to resentment towards her mother.
"Jenny, don't say that. Please, I think you should go. I'm sorry."
"OK, daddy," she said. And with a soft little kiss on my cheek, she got out of bed. I could see in the dark that she had picked up a nightie and was putting it on.
I felt bad for her, leaned over and said, "Jenny, I love you." We'd said that to each other quite a few times in the past, but it had always been as a gesture of familial affection, never sexual or romantic. I'm not sure how I meant it just then.
"I love you too, daddy," she whispered, and was gone. I felt like shit and couldn't sleep. After an hour of restlessness, I jerked off with the memory of Jenny's sweet lips on my cock fresh in my mind.
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The next morning, I got up and went to the kitchen, in my briefs and a bathrobe. Jocelyn and Jenny were both in the kitchen and seemed happy, getting along better than usual, it seemed. "Coffee, honey?" my wife said and I smiled and nodded. Jenny stood there in her nightie and panties, drinking her coffee and looking at me. The material of her panties was fairly sheer and I could see the outline of her lips and little whisps of groomed pubic hair. My heart started to race and I shook my head at her. She knew what that meant by now and gave me a sly smile.
"Did you sleep OK last night, Johnny?" Jocelyn asked me and I could see Jenny suppressing a laugh. She seemed to be OK with what happened between us and I found her smiles infectious. I smiled at her, and after Jocelyn passed me some coffee, Jenny looked at me and licked her lips. I was now fully in the mood to fuck her pretty little mouth again. "Hmmm?" Jocelyn said and looked at me. I had spaced out.
"What? Oh. Yeah, fine, sure. You?" I blurted our foolishly and Jenny giggled.
"Uh huh," my wife replied. "And you, Jen?" she asked her daughter.
"Me? Oh I slept wonderfully, like a baby," she said, putting her thumb in her mouth and looking at me provocatively. "It was...better than ever before," she said coyly and I remembered that those were my words to her as she sucked my cock last night.
"Really? Wow," her mother replied, somewhat confused, but carried on making breakfast. Jenny and I exchanged glances and I felt utterly charmed by her again, though still uncertain about the situation. "Say, Johnny," my wife went on. "I'm feeling much better today if you wanted to go off and do something together." I didn't hate the idea, but felt conflict about Jenny.
"And you, Jenny? Do you have plans today? You want to join us?" I suggested, but Jocelyn intercepted.
"No, I meant just the two of us, y'know."
I sat there with a stupid look on my face and looked over at Jenny. She shrugged and showing no emotion at all, just said, "Whatever," and left the room. This was typical of Jocelyn's crass parenting style that had led to an emotional gap between them. I wasn't left much time to consider all this as Jocelyn grabbed me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.
"Let's fuck, babe. It's been...too long," she said. I actually felt weird about it but of course I wanted to. I smiled at her and put my hand between her legs. I could feel the moistness of her pussy on my fingers and imagined for a moment that I was touching her daughter. Jocelyn grabbed my cock and started to yank me.
"Woah, gently, honey," I asked her. She had never been too good at that, and I yearned for Jenny's sweet touch. I started fingering her and pushed her down on the bed. I pulled her panties aside and went down on her. Her reaction was heated and quick. She started moaning and groaning, too loud for my comfort and pulling my hair as I stimulated her clit.
"Oh...fuck...yeah...uh uh...yes, yes!" she cried out, and I became acutely aware that Jenny could most likely hear all of this. My wife started to come and I kept going, making sure she reached her climax. "OK, man. Fuck me. Give it to me," she said, wildly.
I hesitated. "You wanna suck my cock first?" I suggested. She looked at me with obvious irritation, but shrugged and said OK. I pulled off my briefs and because she was sitting on the bed, moved over to her and pushed it in her face. She kissed the end of it and grabbed it with her hand. "Easy now," I told her. She was always way too rough with it. I pressed it against her lips and got it in her mouth. I couldn't tell if she wanted to take it or not, but inspired by the incredible head Jenny had given me last night, I wanted the same thing from her mother.
Jocelyn raised her eyebrows as my long, fat cock entered her mouth, further than ever before, but not as far as Jenny had taken it. I closed my eyes and pictured her young, pretty face. I slowly started fucking Jocelyn's mouth, holding her head still with my hands. It felt pretty good and as she started making little noises, possibly of discomfort, I realized that I was taking out my frustration and a little hatred towards her. However, I started to feel the cum rise in me. "You want me to come in your mouth or you still wanna fuck?" I asked her.
I was being pretty mean and I didn't know what kind of reply to expect. She pulled my dick out of her mouth, and appearing startled, said, "yeah, I'm ready to be fucked, come on." I was glad she wasn't pissed off with me for forcing her to suck my cock, and proceeded to give it to her. She got really vocal again as I fucked her, crying out, "Uh...give it to me, Johnny...yes, yes...fuck my pussy..." way too loudly, given that her daughter was nearby. I came inside her, emitting a loud groan of release. That was a much better fuck than our last one, and I collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. We started giggling and I pulled out with a grin. "Good fuck, John, thanks," she said.
"And thanks for the blow job, Jocelyn," I told her.
"Sure. You like it like that? Good to know," she said and I was surprised. I guess there would be more head in my future, however half-hearted. "OK, I'm gonna jump in the shower," she said and ran into the en suite bathroom. I lay there for a minute then put my briefs and bathrobe back on and went back into the kitchen for seconds on coffee. Jenny was in there and I suddenly felt shitty. She looked over at me but I couldn't read her face. Even if she was upset or annoyed, she wasn't likely to show it or tell me. She had perfected the role of teen ice queen.
"Uh, Johnny, fuck my pussy...uh uh...fuck me, Johnny," she said without looking up from the book she was reading. I stood there, dumbfounded, but she looked over at me and gave me a sly smile and I felt much better.
"Jenny, I'm sorry about that. I..."
"You're sorry for fucking your wife?"
"I'm sorry you had to hear that."
"It wasn't the first time I've heard that bitch say shit like that," she said. I was taken aback by her language. There it was, the hurt. I didn't respond, just made a face. "Daddy, when she sucked your cock just now, was it as good as me?" she asked me and looked over, with apparent sincerity in her eyes.
"You really want me to answer that, sweetie?"
Jenny stood up and walked over to me. I glanced at her sheer panties again and my heart skipped a beat. She put her hands in mine and pressed herself against me. There was serious heat between us. "Yes, I do," she said. I paused for a minute, looking at her with lust and affection.
"Truthfully, no," I replied.
"No, what?"
I sighed. "It wan't as good."
"What wasn't as good as what?" Jenny persisted. "Say it."
"You were better," I told her truthfully.
"I was better at what?" she said, teasing me.
"Jenny, you were better at sucking my cock that your mom."
"How much better?" she whispered, standing on her tiptoes, her lips now an inch from mine.
"Incomparably, Jenny."
"Thank you, daddy. I enjoyed it too," she said with a sly smile. "Daddy...are all cocks as big as that? I didn't expect..."
I couldn't help but laugh and feel good. "No, Jenny. I'm a big boy."
She smiled at me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips, then sat back down. I felt the kiss lingering on my lips like the aftershock of an earthquake. I touched my mouth and looked at her. She returned my gaze and didn't look away. "I can't wait for her to leave, daddy," she said and I couldn't tell exactly what she meant by that.
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Inevitably, Jocelyn did leave and life got back to normal at home with just Jenny and I. I was filled with a mixture of excitement as to what the coming weeks might hold and trepidation about the moral implications of playing taboo games with my stepdaughter. I didn't even know if she wanted to go further with me, what her end game was, and if I would be able to resist her if it came to it. I was resolved to try and be responsible but knew all that might fly out of the window once I was within her irresistible sphere of beauty.
It wasn't until the next weekend that I found myself inside that sphere again, when I was lounging in the back yard trying to relax on a Saturday afternoon. It was too hot and I'd had an irritating week at work, so I wasn't in the mood to be pestered. Jenny came by, stood over me and the shade she provided was a welcome respite from the sun. Through her silhouetted figure, I saw she was wearing a cute little summer dress and my heart melted for her. She shifted a little and I could see her better. She was in a black dress with green trim and her bust was trussed up like a 18th century duchess. She looked insanely hot and I felt lust rise in my blood.
I put my paper down, relaxed my legs and just looked at her, freely letting my eyes wander all over her glorious form. She smiled. "Hi daddy," she said softly.
"Hi trouble. How are you?"
She sat down on my knee. I got hard instantly and she wriggled her ass around on my dick as she always liked to do. She let out a little "Mmmmm," put her arm around me and looked into my eyes. I put my hands on her tummy and waist, felt her beautiful body and she licked her lips when I did. I just carried on touching her and we didn't speak. I didn't touch her tits or her pussy, so I wasn't crossing any line, not really. I was feeling totally horny and pissed off, so if she wanted to play chicken today, I was gonna win.
"You like touching my body, daddy?" she whispered in a girly voice. I nodded and carried on. "You think my body feels good, daddy?"
"Uh huh." I touched her legs and the top of her ass.
"You like your big hands all over my little body, daddy?"
I nodded. "Uh huh."
"Well, daddy, you wanna rematch?"
I assumed she was talking about our game of chicken which she had won last time. "Sure, baby," I said. I was gonna go for her tits though. I wanted to squeeze those magnificent fleshy melons and I was going to, unless she said chicken first. I started on her tummy then walked my fingers down to just above her pussy, slowly. She looked aroused and spread out a little. But instead of continuing on, I moved back up to her stomach again.
"Daddy, you're going the wrong way," she said.
"Change of rules, little darling," I told her with a sparkle in my eye.
"OK, daddy," she said.
I was a few inches below her tits. I put my hand down flat on her, and my fingertips brushed the bottom of her breast. She didn't say chicken, nor did I expect her to. Instead of moving onto her tits, I walked my fingers up in between her breasts then up to her neck. I put my hand around her throat and gently squeezed. she opened her mouth and started breathing hard. I squeezed a little more and she made a snarling face at me like she was getting off on it.
She wriggled around on my hard cock a little more and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. I took my hand off her throat and moved to her shoulders. With both hands, I moved her arms down by her sides and flicked her shoulder straps down. My eyes feasted on her ample bosom and she smiled at me in acknowledgment of my attraction to her. I brushed my fingers along the top of her chest, then, back to her shoulder straps. Jenny inhaled sharply as I touched her.
I very softly started pulling her straps down. I looked at her coldly, and I could see most of her tits now, just above the nipples. "You may want to say chicken now, sweetheart," I whispered to her.
"No, daddy. You won't pull it down any further."
She was right, for now. I left her top sitting just above her nipples, and pulled her back towards me. I positioned her so her back was against me and I had full access to the front of her body if I wanted it. She rested her cheek against mine and brushed the back of my hair with her hand. "I told you you wouldn't pull it down any further, daddy," apparently intoxicated by passion.
"The game isn't over yet, sweetie," I replied. I put my hand flat on her shoulder and started moving down across her chest towards her bust. My fingertips reached her dress. I tickled the tops of her titties for a minute then put both my hands on her tummy. I moved them up and this time I was going to get her. As my hands got closer to her tits, Jenny turned her head and her lips were nearly against mine. "Say it, Jenny," I whispered.
She moved her face up and her lips were tickling mine. "No, daddy."
"I'm going to touch your titties, Jenny."
"No you won't daddy. You'll say chicken first." Her lips were gently pressed against mine.
"I'm not going to stop," I said.
"Don't," Jenny replied.
"I mean it."
"So do I."
Jenny then did something I didn't expect. She very softly licked the inside of my top lip. I put my hands on her breasts and kissed her. I had given in. She was too perfect, too irresistible. We started very softly making out as I caressed her breasts. "You didn't say chicken, daddy," she said through the kiss. I pulled her dress down and revealed her buxom breasts, and I continued to squeeze them softly. We kissed and I massaged her titties for a few glorious minutes, all the while she was grinding slowly on my dick, moaning softly.
Jenny then sat up and moved away a little, facing me. I took my hands off her and just admired her half nude body. She sat there for a moment, smiling, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Chicken." She then stood up, put her dress back on properly and walked away. "Good game, daddy. I'll need a rematch soon," she said calmly and went inside the house.
I just sat there like an idiot with a raging hard on and a red face. What what this little pricktease playing at? I hadn't expected her to stop, but I suppose it was good that she had. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I knew it was a truly terrible idea. I doubt she stopped me from going further for any reason other than to play her game, however. It certainly wasn't out of moral conscience or common sense. I just shook my head and picked up my book again, feeling frustrated, relieved and a little amazed.
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A few days went by without incident, as I was mostly out working and Jenny was busy with school and gymnastics. As per tradition, we made plans to eat out during the week together, something we had done ever since her mom had taken her out of town job. Initially, it had been a way to catch up and make she was doing alright, but it became something we both enjoyed and looked forward to.
Unusually however, this time, I had to come straight from work, and Jenny took an Uber to the restaurant to meet me. I waited at the bar, and felt strangely nervous. I ordered a small Bourbon and chatted to the bartender. After a little while, appropriately late, in walked Jenny. She was fully dressed up in a long red dress, her hair up and sporting glossy lipstick. She looked well beyond her years in grace and sophistication and I felt strong feelings of romantic love for her.
She saw me and I stood up and waved. She came over, gliding through the crowd, all heads turning towards her as she gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. "Hi honey," she said to me. She'd never called me that before, and I wondered why. I signaled to the hostess who sat us in a quiet little booth, and I realized then that it was a very romantic scenario, totally inappropriate for a stepfather-daughter situation. Trying to not let it bother me, I looked at her across from me and sighed. She looked so beautiful, perhaps lovelier than I'd ever seen her, and even though her bosom was looking ravishing, she didn't look slutty in the least.