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True Stories (1):  The Stepfather - First Fuck
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     My name is Terry and I'm thirty-three years old.  Not 
exactly in my prime anymore, but I lift weights for at least an 
hour every day so I've got a pretty good body.  I'm told I look 
something like Jean-Claude whatsisface, the martial arts star, 
though I'm not quite as muscular nor as handsome.  Still, I'm in 
fine shape for my age and I feel even better.  I have more energy 
now that when I was sixteen. 
     Three years ago I married a woman who had an 11-year-old 
daughter by a previous marriage.  One of the big draws for the 
marriage was that the woman also worked out in the gym (I love 
cut women) and that she was as horny as I was.  I mean, we fucked 
constantly, in just about every place you could think of.  
Despite the fact that we both worked and that she had a kid to 
take care of, we managed to screw each other two or three times a 
day nearly every day of the week. 
     This was just about as close to heaven as I could get.
     A woman like this is a rarity, and after a year of dating 
(and no slowing down in the sex department) I decided to snap her 
up before someone else did.  So despite my reservations about 
marriage, fidelity, and sleeping with just one woman for the rest 
of my life, we tied the knot and proceeded to settle down 
together.
     I should make it clear that I didn't get married just for 
the sex, though that was a vital component.  And not just because 
my wife was  beautiful.  I've had beatiful, horny women before 
and while I'd fuck them day and night given the chance, I 
wouldn't dream of throwing away my bachelorhood for them.  My 
wife has other qualities which I absolutely adore, but I won't 
bore you with romantic drivel. 
     Unfortunately, one of those qualities isn't a sharp wit.  My 
wife isn't stupid, not by any stretch of the imagination; she's 
just average when it comes to overall brain power.  Having an 
informed conversation with someone who takes what Oprah says as 
gospel is a bit difficult, and can at times be frustrating.
     On the brighter side, my stepdaughter is very intelligent 
and has always been quite mature.  I quickly discovered, even 
before I married my wife, that the girl and I (her name is 
Rachel) had much in common and so we became fast friends.  We 
often did things together that my wife wasn't interested in, such 
as seeing the latest shlock horror films (the "Nightmare on Elm 
Street" series was one of our favorites) or checking out the new 
selections at the bookstore or messing around with the most 
recent computer games.  I wasn't attracted to Rachel at this 
point, as she was only 11 when I married her mother and I'm no 
child molester.
     At first, married life was quite good.  Even better than 
being a bachelor.  For the first couple of years my wife remained 
as horny and as buff as she'd been when we were dating.  No 
problems, no major spats, everything was pretty grand.
     Then it happened, and I'm beginning to think that this is 
some sort of women's conspiracy, because it's happened to all of 
my friends too.  My wife stopped going to the gym regularly, and 
then dropped her membership altogether.  Because she didn't work 
out anymore, she quickly lost her finely toned figure and even 
put about twenty extra pounds on her ass.  And though I loved 
her, I sure as hell didn't love the cottage cheese and the 
ripples and the flab.  But I didn't say anything, hoping that 
she'd take a good look in the mirror some day and decide it was 
time to get back on track.
     It gets worse, though.  Soon after my wife went out and 
bought a new wardrobe to accommodate her expanding figure, her 
interest in sex began to wane.  I mean, it really waned.  We went 
from two times a day to once or twice a week so fast it made my 
head spin.  Then to once or twice a month.  And this I did say 
something about, only to have her tell me that now that we were 
'comfortable' in our marriage we didn't need to have sex so much.  
And that if I truly loved her I'd respect her needs and desires, 
etc. etc., and stop complaining, you aren't a teenager anymore so 
don't act like one.
     So, just because I'm past the age of thirty I'm not supposed 
to want to fuck anymore?  What shit is this?  When I told a 
couple of buddies about this, they just laughed and said 'welcome 
to the married life, pal.  Time to start screwing your 
secretary.'  They thought this especially funny, as my secretary 
is a man, not a woman.
     Months passed and the situation didn't get any better.  My 
wife stabilized at about 25 pounds overweight (no tone at all) 
and sex once a month.  I was dying the entire time, horny as hell 
and wanting to fuck just about everything that moved.  I tried a 
number of what I thought were subtle, romantic ways to rekindle 
the old passion, to no avail.  Again and again I was told to 
'live with it'. My wife began to fill her spare time after work 
with mind-numbing sitcoms like 'Cheers' and 'Roseanne', as well 
as the dutifully recorded Oprah and Jenny Jones and whoever the 
hell else was on, which left me not only horny but also more and 
more in the company of my stepdaughter Rachel.  Stepdaughter by 
marriage only; you can't really be a father to a child when you 
miss the first eleven years of her life.
     Neither of us could stand to watch what passed for 
entertainment on TV, so we went to movies or down to the gym 
(Rachel had started working out with me by this time) or loaded 
up a game on the computer to play.  Often we just sat around and 
talked.  It was at this point, when Rachel was thirteen and fast 
approaching fourteen, that I realized that she was no longer a 
child but one hell of a woman.
     Funny that I didn't see it before, perhaps because she 
changed so much in the course of a couple of years and I was 
pretty satisfied with my marriage for most of that time.  Rachel 
had had gone from a skinny little tomboy to a full-chested, slim-
hipped, long-legged beauty, both muscular and soft in a way that 
only the young can really be.  And her face, brown eyes and 
shoulder-length brown hair (my favorite), was just as fine as her 
figure.
     This revelation first dawned on me one night when both of us 
were in the hot tub talking.  Sounds erotic, I know, but it 
wasn't; we all used the hot tub on a regular basis, and my wife 
and I hadn't fucked in it for months so I didn't associate it 
with sex.  
     It was night and there were no lights out on the back deck, 
but the glow from a couple of windows made it possible to see 
somewhat.  Rachel and I had been talking about the boys at her 
junior high, and I started to tease her about it.  Things soon 
degenerated into a splashing fight and during the scuffle she 
wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to dunk me under the 
water.  She'd tried this before on occasion, and now as then it 
didn't work.  I outweighed her by about two to one.
     So now this incredibly sexy and remarkably developed 
thirteen-year- old has her legs wrapped around my waist, pressing 
her thighs and crotch and absolutely flat stomach right into my 
body.  And failing to dunk me she tries to tickle me instead, so 
I catch her hands and pull them above my head, which pushes her 
taut young breasts right up against my chest.  And our faces are 
about six inches apart, we're both hot and wet and breathing 
hard, and I discover that this is no child pressed up against me 
but a woman, I woman that I find extremely attractive.
     No, let's be blunt.  In that instant I knew I wanted to fuck 
her. I wanted to rip that tiny two-piece thing off her body and 
screw the foreplay, just ram it home then and there.  Fuck her 
like a wild dog in heat, nothing but hot passion and lust.  I 
wanted to hear her high-pitched voice shriek in my ear when she 
came.
     This all passed through my mind in the few seconds that we 
were in this position, staring at each other, and then I felt my 
cock starting to rise and my senses came back to me.  Before 
Rachel could feel the effect she was having on me (my cock being 
right below her crotch) I pushed her away and started the splash 
fight again to cover up the awkward moment.
     And my mind was racing.  Jesus, what kind of pervert are 
you?  You want to fuck your stepdaughter, your vastly under-aged 
stepdaughter?  What the hell would she think of you if she found 
out?  Christ, are you some kind of monster?  A rapist or child 
molester?
     This barrage went on all night, freshly stimulated each time 
I thought about that moment that her body was pressed up against 
me and the lust that boiled up so fast and furious it was primal.  
This despite the fact that I'm a psychologist and I know the most 
deeply-kept family secret:  that fathers and daughters quite 
often want to screw each other stupid, and that they do it much 
more often than anyone suspects.  Hell, American society would 
collapse if it ever became public knowledge just how many 
daughters and fathers, or brothers and sisters, are humping each 
other and loving every minute of it.
     It would sure as hell put an end to shows like Oprah and 
Jenny Jones.
     Days passed and it appeared that Rachel hadn't marked the 
hot tub incident as anything special, for which I was both 
relieved and disappointed.  I resolved to try to keep my hormones 
in check, though that was extremely difficult given that she, 
like most teen girls, loved to dress in tight-fighting clothing.  
Clothing which to me was like a neon sign saying 'fuck me! fuck 
me!  I'm so young and hot I'll make your head explode!'.
     Several weeks later I was still struggling with my cock, 
which gallantly tried to stiffen up every time I saw  Rachel.  
One night when she was out on a date, and my wife was glued to 
the tube (as usual), I went into my den and booted up the 
computer to add something to the secret journal I'd been keeping.  
I was so confused by lust that I couldn't remember where the hell 
I'd hidden the thing last (I especially didn't want Rachel to 
find it), so I pulled up the file manager and chose the 'view 
hidden files' option to see if it'd pop up.
     My hidden directory was indeed revealed, but so was 
something else which I hadn't seen before, another directory 
named 'rdi'.  I jumped into the directory and found a number of 
dated files with similar mystifying names, and out of curiosity I 
opened the one with the earliest date.
     A few minutes of reading the text that scrolled out on the 
screen shocked me with the discovery that I'd found, entirely by 
accident, Rachel's diary.  Apparently she didn't trust to keep a 
normal paper diary for fear that her mother might find it, and so 
knowing that mom never used the computer she put it here.  She 
also thought it well enough hidden to elude me, since the 
directory wouldn't show up unless I accidentally unhid the thing, 
and then I had to notice it was there and that it wasn't one of 
the many games we had loaded up.  Seems that fate conspired 
against her on this one.
     I pondered the issues of trust and privacy for all of, oh, 
about five seconds, and then eagerly started to read the diary.
     That first night, and on many nights thereafter (it was 
truly a long piece of work, and Rachel added to it two or three 
times a week), I found out some stuff that probably would've 
given her mother a heart attack.  For example, Rachel had started 
the journal just after her twelfth birthday, and she immediately 
spent many pages discussing in detail her fantasies, lusts, and 
desires.  She also described - vividly, I might add - how often 
she masturbated, and to what, and her fondness for the massage 
shower head.
     I thought Rachel a virgin, as did her mother, so I was 
stunned to learn that she first got fucked just before her 
thirteenth birthday by a 17-year-old boy that attended one of the 
local high schools.  Though she thought the whole thing rather 
unsatisfying in comparison to the massage shower head, she 
resolved to experiment regularly thereafter.  And she did, with 
more boys than I would've thought possible.  She went into 
excruciating detail on these experiences and I lapped it all up 
eagerly, vicariously enjoying her sex life in lieu of screwing 
her myself.
     This isn't to say that Rachel spent the entire journal 
talking about sex.  In fact, most of it had nothing to do with 
sex.  But for me those were the most interesting parts.
     About two weeks later I was getting to the point where I was 
about a month behind the hot tub incident when I stumbled upon 
the most interesting fantasy yet.  Interesting, because it 
involved me.  Rachel went on about how she'd been lusting after 
me for awhile, but had been ignoring it, and about how powerful 
her orgasm had been when she masturbated while thinking about 
fucking me.  This new fantasy quickly became her favorite, 
guaranteed to get her off in a big way.  She was quite open in 
her journal about the fact that the incest element was an 
especially big turn-on for her, something that made her hotter 
than anything else she'd thought up.  And she wasn't remorseful 
or guilty in the slightest, which for some reason made my dick so 
hard I thought I'd burst then and there.
     Excited beyond reason I kept reading late into the night 
until I came to the hot tub incident, the one I thought Rachel 
hadn't even noticed.  But she had, at least on her end.  She told 
of how horny it'd made her to wrap her legs around me, thinking 
that my cock was only inches from her pussy, to feel the muscles 
in my chest and arms, the thrill when I caught her hands and 
pulled her up against me.  She said that at that moment all she 
wanted to do was to fuck me, that the desire was so strong she 
almost begged me to screw her right there in the hot tub.  But 
she had stopped herself, not knowing what I'd do or think.
     Several entries later I learned that she had since then been 
trying to attract my interest in subtle ways, brushing up against 
me or wearing tight clothes.  Just enough to catch my attention 
without being brazen.  And I hadn't noticed.
     But I had.  I'd noticed and thought the whole thing was my 
fevered imagination, wish-fulfillment of the worst sort.  I 
couldn't believe it. For several months I'd been going through 
the torture of frustration over my stepdaughter, not knowing that 
she was doing the exact same thing over me.  Some psychologist I 
was.  I couldn't even tell when a teenager wanted to ride my 
pony.
     Still, this didn't give me the courage to try anything.  
What if we fucked and she thought it was a mistake?  What if my 
wife found out?  What if she told a friend and it somehow made 
its way to the cops?  God knows, I wanted to fuck her like there 
was no tomorrow, but the fears and doubts managed to keep my dick 
in check.  At least, they did until that next Saturday.
     On weekends we generally sleep in to different times.  
Rachel almost always gets up around 8:00, while I generally haul 
myself out of bed about a half hour after her.  My wife used to 
do the same, but she now doesn't wake up until at least 9:30 or 
10:00.  So this Saturday, my wife was still in bed asleep when I 
got up, put on some sweat shorts (I intended to work off some 
sexual frustration in my home gym) and went to the kitchen to 
brew up some coffee. 
     Rachel was already there, as she usually was on Saturday 
mornings.  An empty cereal bowl gave testimony that she'd already 
eaten, and now she was reading the newspaper which was spread out 
across one counter.  As was also usual before she took a shower, 
she was only wearing one of those 'night t-shirt' things that 
younger women like, the long shirts that barely cover their ass, 
and of course panties.   Not little-girl panties, but those 
french-cut things which reveal far more than they hide.  Must've 
given the neighbors a thrill when she went out on the walk to get 
the paper.
     She was bent over the counter, elbows resting on the paper, 
which hiked her shirt up over ass and onto her back.  Her legs 
were slightly spread, stretching the panties tautly over her ass 
and outlining her young, incredibly tight pussy.  When I walked 
into the kitchen I stopped for a moment, for the sight was truly 
incredible, almost posed, a 'take me now' stance that got my 
blood pumping.  I thought about how many boys had enjoyed that 
pussy and how very, very much I wanted to join their ranks.
     Rachel heard me and glanced over her shoulder to smile and 
say good morning, then went back to reading the paper.  Not 
changing her stance at all, completely unaware of the effect it 
was having on me.  Hormones clouded my brain, driving out the 
objections I'd been wrestling with for months.  During that 
moment I thought it better to fuck her and have it turn out to be 
a mistake than to get old and gray and wonder for the rest of my 
life what it might have been like.  So instead of heading over to 
the coffee machine to make a pot, I walked over to where she was, 
intent on taking her if it was at all possible.
     Still, I wasn't crude about it.  I didn't rip off her 
panties and slam the meat between her legs.  Instead, I started 
to give her a back rub.  Not exactly subtle, but not so blatant 
that it couldn't be thought of as innocent in intent if things 
didn't go well.  I still didn't know how far she was willing to 
go in reality, despite my forbidden journeys into her diary.
     "Mmmm, that feels good," she said, bending farther over the 
counter.  This of course forced her ass up even higher, while at 
the same time requiring that I move in so I could stretch to 
reach her shoulders.  I was so close that my groin was ever so 
barely touching her ass, and it electrified me.  My cock 
immediately swelled, fast on its way to its full eight inches or 
so.
     Because I was massaging her back with some force, her body 
was rocking back and forth slightly, which resulting in her ass 
just slightly rubbing up against my stiffening dick.  This was 
enough to make it come to full attention, and of course the head 
popped out of the top of my sweat shorts.  Eight stiff inches 
just won't fit into a pair of shorts, even if they have elastic 
in the waist.
     So there I was, nearly draped over her while massaging her 
shoulders, the head of my cock responding vigorously to the 
feather friction of her silk panties as they periodically came 
into contact with it.  I was so fucking horny I thought that if 
this kept up I was going to come just like that, shooting sperm 
all over her the back of her oversized t-shirt.  And I was 
thinking "shit, man, I'm almost inside of her, just pull back her 
panties and slide it in, please, please, please!  You'll be 
fucking her before she (you) can think twice about it!"
     I almost did it.  The temptation was enormous.  But I 
couldn't, even though her diary convinced me that she'd welcome 
it.  There was still some nagging doubt in my mind someplace.
     Instead, I started moving down her back, massaging lower and 
lower, praying that she wouldn't turn around and see the head of 
my dick staring back at her.  When I got to her lower back she 
arched up a bit, spreading her legs even more and presenting her 
pussy in full view.  I drunk it in like a man dying of thirst, 
and then I noticed that her panties looked like they were damp.  
A sign from the gods if there ever was one.
    "To hell with it," I thought.  "It's now or never."
     All of my inhibitions disappeared as my one hand went to 
massage a silky thigh while the other crept around to caress her 
incredible, hard abdomen.  I heard her breath catch in her 
throat, but she didn't open her eyes or object or even look back 
at me.  I watched the blood rush to her face, felt her skin warm 
beneath my hands. 
     As I slowly moved simultaneously for crotch and breasts, I 
pressed my groin slightly against her ass and was rewarded when 
she pressed back even harder.  My right hand found a breast and 
began to fondle with unmitigated glee, while the left switched to 
the other thigh, teasing her.  She responded by starting to rub 
her ass against my cock, up and down.  I could hear her breath 
getting sharper and faster and I was thinking that there is 
nothing, absolutely nothing more glorious than a horny teenage 
girl.
     More than a little overeager, I abandoned the thigh and 
moved straight in for the honey, slipping my fingers past her 
panties and into her moist cunt lips.  This time she did gasp, a 
high-pitched moan quickly cut off, and I started rubbing the lips 
of her pussy and her clit.  Her breathing became so loud it was 
almost a moan, and I nearly groaned in response.
     I was having a bit of trouble trying to fondle the other 
breast in this position, so Rachel came up off the counter and 
pressed herself into me standing up.  Her arms reached behind her 
and grabbed my neck, pulling my head down to her lips and we 
kissed, hot and passionate, her young tongue deep in my mouth, 
while her ass started to pump even harder against my cock.  I 
slowly inserted a finger into her hole, making her moan again, 
and I was thinking god she's so tight, how am I going to get my 
cock into that fucking tightness?
     The fingerfucking I was giving her was making her shudder 
with pleasure, and since she was pressed up against me I could 
feel every violent movement, every intake of breath, every half-
cut-off moan that escaped her lips between kisses.  Briefly 
removing my hand from her breasts, so full and firm, I deftly 
slipped out of my sweat shorts, kicking them away when they hit 
the floor.  This finally freed my aching cock, and it sprung up 
and under her spread legs, pressed hard against her cunt through 
her panties.  Rachel breathed "yes, yes", rubbing her sopping 
pussy back and forth across the head and shaft and making me moan 
in time with her.
     The action was too much for me.  Being so close to fucking 
this 14-year-old beauty I'd been fantasizing about for months, my 
own stepdaughter, having her pressed up against me and knowing 
that she wanted to screw me just as bad as I wanted her, blew 
away any thought of further foreplay or gentleness.  I was 
consumed by a lust of such power I'd never felt before, and I 
wanted to screw her long and hard, I wanted to come inside of her 
and make her come whether she wanted to or not.  I wanted to take 
her and drive her wild, exhaust her with pure animal fucking.
     But I couldn't do it standing up.  No matter how it looks in 
the movies, I knew I couldn't keep my knees locked when the 
moment of truth came.  I'd fall on my ass once I shot my load.
     So I turned Rachel around, kissing her while I pulled her 
legs up and around the small of my back.  She was so light, and 
she knew right away what I wanted and jumped up so I could grab 
her ass.  Almost ripping each others faces off with our lips and 
tongues, I carried her out of the kitchen and through the dining 
room into the living room, the closest place that had a carpet.  
I knelt down, almost falling, and put her on the floor.  She 
unlocked her legs from my back and I pulled her panties off, 
roughly, tossing them aside as I had my own shorts.  She quickly 
followed by pulling off her shirt.
     Seeing her muff exposed, I paused for a moment to stare.  
She spread her legs back and grabbed my arms, which I was using 
to balance myself against the floor with, trying to get me on top 
of her.  She almost whined when I didn't move.
     She was tight.  So fucking tight.  You can tell how tight a 
woman is by looking at the shape of her hips and crotch, and that 
determines at least half of how good she is in bed.  Even with 
Rachel's legs spread to either side of her there was barely any 
room at all between her thighs, and again I thought, how the hell 
am I going to get myself inside of her?  It wasn't the eight 
inches that was the problem, that's not so much longer than the 
average guy.  But I was quite a bit thicker than most men, and 
the woman in front of me was tighter than any girl I'd ever been 
with. 
 It looked like my cock was much thicker than her pussy was wide.
     Now you're probably thinking so what?  Do her anyway!  But 
that's not how I'm built.  The idea of forcing myself into her, 
ripping her up with every stroke, was not one I especially 
enjoyed.  Hurting her was not in the game plan.
     I was on the verge of abandoning the whole thing, despite 
the overpowering lust and Rachel's obvious desire, when she 
wrapped her legs around my back and pulled down - hard.  I wasn't 
ready for it and I collapsed on top of her.  Before I could move 
she shifted her hips and moved herself under me, putting the head 
of my cock right between her cunt lips, butting up against her 
hole.  I could feel her lips stretching around the top of my 
cock, she was so very tight.
     The shock of actually having my dick so close to being 
inside of her made me freeze for an instant, all thought driven 
out of my mind.  Even this small contact was amazingly exciting 
and I couldn't think, didn't want to think, of not going ahead 
with it.
     'Do it, please, I want you.  I want you inside of me," 
Rachel breathed, pulling down my head to kiss me.  Still I didn't 
move, torn between not wanting to hurt her and not caring, so 
again she took matters into her own hands.  With her legs around 
my back, holding me in place, she pushed herself onto my cock, 
forcefully, and the head slipped into her hole.  She groaned 
loudly, and so did I.
     It was too late to stop.  No chance now.  She pushed against 
me again, and this time I responded, feeling another inch slip 
into her, and we were both panting and moaning and holding onto 
each other so tightly that nearly every square inch of our bodies 
were pressed hard into each other.
     The pleasure was incredible, indescribable.  Never have I 
felt anything so good in my entire life.  No fuck has ever come 
close to this one.  With each thrust another inch went in, and 
because she was so tight my cock was completely enveloped by her 
hot, silky cunt.  She was grunting with each stroke, panting 
'yes, yes' between the animal noises of pleasure being ripped 
from her throat.  Her soft, passionate cries, the high voice of a 
girl not yet entirely deepened to that of a woman, only made me 
crazier, and I thrust again and again until I was at last all the 
way inside of her.
     With no thought anymore of holding back, I started to fuck 
her slowly, pulling out about half way before thrusting myself 
all the way back in.  Rachel's entire body was rigid, glued to my 
own, and she was fucking me back, pumping her hips in time with 
me.  Her face was red with lust, her eyes squeezed shut, her 
mouth held open by the need to cry out her passion.  I could feel 
her taut thighs clenched tightly against my hips, her ankles 
crossing at the small of my back, her fingers digging hard into 
my shoulders, the shudders of pleasure rippling through the tense 
muscles of her abdomen.  My dick was crying out with the need to 
come, but I held back, wanting this moment to go on and on and 
on, wanting to fuck her sweet young body forever.
      And so I fucked her and I fucked her, and soon we were 
moving faster, and oh god the muscles of her cunt were getting 
even tighter, and I could feel her pussy lips stretching every 
time I pulled out partway.  Her cries were getting louder now, 
and I dimly realized that mine were as well, and some vague 
portion of my brain was trying to tell me that if we got any 
louder than that my wife would hear it even halfway across the 
house in a bedroom with a closed door.  And I didn't give a shit.
     I was fucking my 14-year-old stepdaughter and I was loving 
it more than anything else I'd ever done.  Nothing in the world 
could be better than this.
     We were grunting and groaning and slamming against each 
other pretty hard and I knew that soon I'd come whether I wanted 
to or not, and soon she would as well, when the living room 
window shuddered.  We both simultaneously came to a halt, our 
eyes shooting to the window and then to each other.
     For some odd reason, when the door to the master bedroom is 
opened it makes the living room window shudder.  Even though it's 
several rooms away and none of the closer windows are affected.  
So when the window rattled we both knew that the door to the 
master bedroom, where my wife was sleeping, had been opened.  
That meant that my wife was up and had left the bedroom and was 
even now walking down the first hall to the junction of the 
second.
     It was already too late to move.  Even if we both got 
untangled as fast as we could, Rachel wouldn't have enough time 
to get her panties back on before her mother came walking down 
the second hallway and into the dining room, which was next to 
the living room and had a full view of it.  There wasn't any 
chance in hell that I could get into the kitchen and pull my 
shorts back on, much less get rid of the most rigid hard-on I'd 
ever had in my life.  I'd have to cross through the dining room, 
putting me and my swinging dick in full view of anyone walking 
down the second hall.
     Rachel and I both knew this, and we both knew that we were 
in deep shit.  So we froze right there on the living room floor, 
my dick buried to the hilt in her, not knowing what to do.  Any 
moment my wife would walk in and see her husband caught in the 
act of screwing her underage daughter which, seeing as how her 
daughter was wrapped around her husband as closely as she could 
get, was something the daughter was obviously enjoying quite a 
bit.
     We both stared at each other, holding our breath, not moving 
as my wife's footsteps came down the hall.  Since we were laying 
on the floor one of the couches blocked my wife from seeing us 
until she left the hall and stepped into the dining room.  So we 
had several seconds of heart-stopping fear to experience before 
the gods smiled upon us.
     Instead of walking into the dining room and ending our 
lives, my wife turned from the hallway into the bathroom and 
closed the door.  Which I should have realized she'd do, since 
she had, more and more, become a creature of habit.  And with a 
sigh of relief I knew what would come next.  We weren't going to 
get caught.
     Rachel immediately tried to move, a difficult thing since I 
was effectively pinning her to the floor.  'Hurry, before she 
sees us!', she said, unlocking her legs and pushing against my 
chest.  I held on to her firmly, pulled my cock halfway out, and 
thrust slowly back into her.
     'Oh god!' she moaned softly, trying to keep quiet.  My wife 
started peeing in the background. 'What are you doing?  Get off 
before she comes out!'
     'Shhhh', I whispered, thrusting into her again.  
Convulsively she groaned and her legs came back up around my 
back.  'She'll take a shower after she's done.  Don't worry.'
     'Terry, stop! - uhh!', she said, again trying to push me 
off.  Her body must've been giving her mixed signals, because her 
legs were still around me and her hips thrust down against my 
cock.  'Please - oh christ! - stop!'
     'Not a chance,' I whispered, grunting myself as I sank my 
cock all the way in again.  'You don't want me to.'  I thrust 
again and she arched against me.  'Don't worry."
     Despite the fact that she was fucking me back as hard as I 
was fucking her, she was still trying to push me away.  So I took 
her hands and forced them down to the floor over head and held 
them there.  And I started to fuck her faster, listening with 
rapture as her breath speeded up again, tearing from her throat 
in half-cries as she desperately tried to keep quiet.
     My wife stopped peeing.  The toilet flushed.  We stopped 
fucking again and I said 'listen.'
     There was a moment when we couldn't hear anything over the 
flushing toilet, then the noise of the shower being turned on, 
water splashing noisily around the bathtub.  We heard the shower 
door opening, a pause, then it closed again.
     I looked into Rachel's eyes, letting her hands go.  'What 
did I tell you?'
     She didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at me 
breathing hard, then she smiled and replied 'You're a lunatic, 
did you know that?  We could've been caught.'
     'Yeah, and that makes it all the more exciting,' I said.  
'Still want to stop?'
     She grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down and kissing me.  
'Fuck me.'
     So I did.  Oh, god, I fucked her.  With my wife in the 
shower, knowing that she couldn't hear squat past the water, 
Rachel became louder, her voice even higher pitched than it was 
before.  She thrust against me hard, so hard it was almost 
painful, and I drove myself into her with enough force to rock 
her hips back even though I was pinning her to the floor.  We 
moved faster and faster, groping and moaning and pulling at each 
other, Rachel so tight around my cock, so hot and wet that I 
thought I'd die inside her young pussy.  I could feel the tension 
mount in my balls as her cunt started to contract, and she arched 
up, pushing me off the floor, crying out as she came, crying out 
again and again, her pussy spasming against me, and it was too 
much, god too much, and I came with her, shooting my cum deep 
inside of her.  Each time I thrust her little girl cries echoed 
in my ears, and I shot load after load into that wonderful pussy, 
felt the violent shudders of her orgasm tear through her body, 
her hips bucking against mine, her hands tearing into my flesh.
     I've never come so hard in my life, never so hard as I did 
into my 14-year-old stepdaughter.  And never have I loved it so 
much, in part because she was 14 and my stepdaughter.  The 
incest, the forbidden fuck, made it all the more explosive, all 
the more mind-blowing.  The incest and the fact that she way 
underage, and I was an old man compared to her, and I had made 
her come good and hard and she had wanted me to make her come.  
That she loved the idea of her stepfather shooting off in her, 
that she wanted to fuck her stepfather like a bitch in heat and 
that she had, with her mother only thirty feet away in the 
shower.  God, I can't tell you how exciting that was.  There's 
absolutely nothing like it in the world. 
     The orgasm seemed to go on forever and for a long moment I 
think I half lost consciousness, my brain unable to take such 
pleasure without shorting out.  When my vision returned I saw 
that Rachel was still coming, still gasping as the orgasm rolled 
through her, so I kept pumping her hard until she was done.  She 
came for a long time, much longer than I've seen any woman do it 
before.
     Finally, both of us breathing hard and still holding onto 
each other for dear life, covered in sweat, we stopped and looked 
at each other.  The sight of her flushed, sweaty face, the heat 
of her body, was almost enough to get me started again, and I 
dimly realized with some surprise that my dick, still all the way 
inside of her, wasn't getting limp at all.  Could I keep fucking 
her without waiting to recover?  It was an exciting thought.
     Rachel giggled and kissed me, long and slow, then said 'That 
was so good.  God, it was so good.  It's never been like that 
before.'
     I smiled at her and kissed her back.  We spent a few minutes 
lashing tongues, laying there on the floor, my cock still rigid 
inside her pussy, and I was starting to really believe that we 
could just keep on going.  Rachel's breathing was getting faster 
again, which of course got my own heart rate up, but before I 
could think about starting to fuck her the shower went off.  And 
this time we did jump up and put on our clothes as fast as we 
could, but not before I grabbed Rachel, frenching her hard and 
saying 'I can't wait to do that again.  You were incredible.'
     She grinned before she ran off to her room to change her 
clothes, and I trotted for the gym, a plausible excuse for 
looking so sweaty and heated should my wife come looking for me 
after she dried off.  Which she did.
     And all the time I was talking to my wife while she toweled 
off her hair and I was doing bicep curls, I was thinking about 
the best sex I'd ever experienced in my life.
     God, I really can't wait to fuck Rachel again.


