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                    The Stepfather - First Fuck

      My name is Terry and Im thirty-three years old.  Not exactly 
in my prime anymore, but I lift weights for at least an hour every 
day so Ive got a pretty good body.  Im told I look something like 
Jean-Claude whatsisface, the martial arts star, though Im not 
quite as muscular nor as handsome.  Still, Im 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 didnt get married just for the sex, 
though that was a vital component.  And not just because my wife 
was beautiful.  Ive had beautiful, horny women before and while 
Id fuck them day and night given the chance, I wouldnt dream 
of throwing away my bachelorhood for them.  My wife has other 
qualities which I absolutely adore, but I wont bore you with 
romantic drivel.

      Unfortunately, one of those qualities isnt a sharp wit.  My 
wife isnt stupid, not by any stretch of the imagination; shes 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 wasnt 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 wasnt attracted to Rachel at this point, as she was only 
11 when I married her mother and Im 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 shed been when we were dating.  No problems, no 
major spats, everything was pretty grand.

      Then it happened, and Im beginning to think that this is 
some sort of womens conspiracy, because its happened to all of 
my friends too.  My wife stopped going to the gym regularly, and 
then dropped her membership altogether.  Because she didnt 
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 didnt love the cottage cheese and the 
ripples and the flab.  But I didnt say anything, hoping that shed 
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 didnt need to have sex so 
much.  And that if I truly loved her Id respect her needs and 
desires, etc.  etc., and stop complaining, you arent a teenager 
anymore so dont act like one.

      So, just because Im past the age of thirty Im 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 didnt 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 cant 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 didnt 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 wasnt; 
we all used the hot tub on a regular basis, and my wife and I 
hadnt fucked in it for months so I didnt 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.  Shed tried this before on occasion, and now as then it 
didnt 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 
taught young breasts right up against my chest.  And our faces are 
about six inches apart, were 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, lets 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 Im 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 hadnt 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! Im so young 
and hot Ill 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 Id been keeping.  I was so 
confused by lust that I couldnt remember where the hell Id 
hidden the thing last (I especially didnt want Rachel to find it), 
so I pulled up the file manager and chose the view hidden files 
option to see if itd pop up.

      My hidden directory was indeed revealed, but so was 
something else which I hadnt 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 Id found, entirely by 
accident, Rachels diary.  Apparently she didnt 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 
wouldnt show up unless I accidentally unhid the thing, and then I 
had to notice it was there and that it wasnt 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 wouldve 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 wouldve 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 isnt 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 shed 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 
shed thought up.  And she wasnt remorseful or guilty in the 
slightest, which for some reason made my dick so hard I thought 
Id 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 hadnt even 
noticed.  But she had, at least on her end.  She told of how horny 
itd 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 Id 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 hadnt noticed.

      But I had.  Id noticed and thought the whole thing was my 
fevered imagination, wish-fulfillment of the worst sort.

      I couldnt believe it.  For several months Id 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 couldnt even tell when a teenager wanted to 
ride my pony.

      Still, this didnt 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 doesnt 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 shed 
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.  Mustve 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 Id 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 wasnt crude about it.  I didnt 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 couldnt be 
thought of as innocent in intent if things didnt go well.  I still 
didnt know how far she was willing to go in reality, despite my 
forbidden journeys into her diary.

      MM., 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 wont 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, 
Im almost inside of her, just pull back her panties and slide it in, 
please, please, please! Youll be fucking her before she (you) can 
think twice about it!

      I almost did it.  The temptation was enormous.  But I couldnt, 
even though her diary convinced me that shed 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 wouldnt 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.  Its 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 didnt 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 shes so tight, how am I going to get my cock into 
that fucking tightness?

      The finger fucking 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 Id 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 Id 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 couldnt do it standing up.  No matter how it looks in 
the movies, I knew I couldnt keep my knees locked when the 
moment of truth came.  Id 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 didnt 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 
Rachels 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 wasnt the eight inches 
that was the problem, thats 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 Id ever been with.  It 
looked like my cock was much thicker than her pussy was wide.

      Now youre probably thinking so what? Do her anyway! But 
thats not how Im 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 Rachels obvious desire, when she wrapped 
her legs around my back and pulled down - hard.  I wasnt 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 
couldnt think, didnt 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 didnt 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 in to 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.  Rachels 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 taught 
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 didnt give a shit.

      I was fucking my 14-year-old stepdaughter and I was loving it 
more than anything else Id 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 Id 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 
its 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 wouldnt 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 wasnt 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 Id ever had in my life.  Id 
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 wifes 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 shed 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 werent 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.  Shell 
take a shower after shes done.  Dont worry.

      Terry, stop! - uhh!, she said, again trying to push me off.  
Her body mustve 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 dont want me to. I thrust again 
and she arched against me.  Dont 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 couldnt 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 Rachels eyes, letting her hands go.  What did I 
tell you?

      She didnt say anything for a moment, just looked at me 
breathing hard, then she smiled and replied Youre a lunatic, did 
you know that? We couldve 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 couldnt 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 Id 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..

      Ive 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 cant tell you 
how exciting that was.  Theres 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 Ive 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, wasnt 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.  Its 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.  Rachels 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 cant 
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 Id ever experienced in my life.

      God, I really cant wait to fuck Rachel again.
